(A/N) Just a quick oneshot. If you don't like that, then BE GONE, FILTHY EARTH-WORM. XD Nah, man. I kid. Here, have a cupcake!

This was inspired by multiple energy drinks, about a bajillion pictures, and that weird obsession I have with overprotective brothers. Sexy, right? (A/N)

"Dammit, Zim!" Dib screamed as he entered Gaz's bedroom.

This was probably the fifth time this month he had come to rant to his sister about my species and his "genius" plots to capture me and prove to the earthlings that I-ZIM- the mighty Irken invader, was not human, and instead found his beloved little sibbling unit wrapped up with me in a sweet embrace. Or, as you filthy human-pigs would call it, sucking the face. He grabbed me by my shoulders and threw me to the floor. Despite her threats, he slammed both of his fists down onto my chest, knocking the breath out of me and keeping me pinned to the ground.

But I had my pak.

The long, spidery, metallic legs immediately sprouted out, and I was able to push the strong 18 year old off of me.

Of course, that didn't stop the dirty filth from shoving me out the door.

"Stay away from my sister!" He yelled in my face, slamming the door before me.

I paced around their front yard for a while before looking up at her window. I could vaguely see the silhouettes of Gaz and her brother unit arguing. I could barely make out what they were saying.

Okay, that's a lie. I could make it out very well. And they weren't saying anything, per se... They were screaming at each other.

"Why do you even CARE, DIB?!"

"Because you're my baby SISTER. I can't let you... Touch that thing!"

"You never cared before!"

"Well I care now.."

"... Get out of my room."

"Gaz... There are just so many things wrong with it."

"OUT."

"I mean, do you even know how old he is? I just love yo-"

"SECURITY."

I shook my head. Thing? Try 'superior life-form that the Gaz human should be lucky to have around' on for size, Dib-thing. But the thoughts of Irken supremacy immediately vanished at the sound of the metalic clicks and whirs began, signaling the startup of Gaz's beloved security dolls. Dib sighed loudly and walked out of her room, not afraid of what they could do to him, but of what I could do to her.

At least that's what my pak told me when I scanned his brainwaves.

As if i would do anything to Gaz! She meant a lot to me. A lot to the mission, that is.