"Side Effects May Include..."

Summary: Dib gets another pair of sleeper-cuffs. But things don't go as planned... Do they ever?

Pairings: ZaDR

Warnings: Boys loving Boys and Humans loving aliens (and vice-verse)

Rated: K+

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Chapter 1

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It was a rather nice day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, people smiled and waved at each other.

From a rather strange, green house on a round-about street, a voice growled, " I hate cheerful days like this!"

Inside the house, Irken Invader Zim jerked the blinds of a window closed adn walked to a small couch. GIR, his dog-suited dysfunctional SIR unit, shoved a whole taco in his mouth and laughed insanely.

"I mean, look at those filthy humans!" Zim continued, ignoring the psychotic robot. "Happily prancing about, enjoying their pathetic lives! This planet's just begging to be destroyed!"

"Yay! I love destruction!" GIR screamed, throwing a taco in the air. The food landed on Zim's head with a splat and the Irken screamed as the ground meat burned his skin.

Running in circles as GIR laughed, Zim hurriedly brushed the remains of the taco off and glared at GIR. "GIR! Your master's pain is NOT funny!"

"You's was yellin' like a piggy!"

"Liez!" Zim exclaimed, his antennae twitching in anger. "Zim does not-"

The doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting the alien's denial. Zim blinked his red eyes in confusion, all anger at his robot companion forgotten. "Eh?"

"Piggy!" GIR giggled, hitting his head with tiny metal fists. Zim stared at him briefly before making his way to the door, putting on his black wig and purple contacts.

Adjusting his wig, he inhaled, smiled, and opened the door. The smile disappeared as soon as he had seen who it was.

"Hello, Zim." Dib Membrane snarled, hands behind his back. A triumphant grin was plastered on his face and Zim immediately went on guard.

"Dib," he hissed, glaring into the humans golden eyes. "What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing," Dib innocently replied, rocking on his heels. "I just wanted to tell you something."

"Tell me what?"

"First, hold out your hands."

Zim frowned, at a loss for words. "Why?"

"Oh, you'll see." Dib smugly stated, grinning. Curiosity got the better of Zim and he slowly extended his hands. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

Before the Irken could fully grasp what was going on, Dib pulled out a pair of high-tech hand cuffs and clamped them onto Zim's wrists. Yelping in surprise as an electrical shock raced through his system, Zim sank to his knees and collapsed to the floor. For the first time, he noticed Gaz was behind her brother with a camera.

"Nighty night, Zim!" Dib snickered as the alien invader's world faded to black.

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To be continued...

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Authors note: I always wondered what would happen if he had succeeded in his little.... cuff experiment...

Typer's note: Being more.... slash inclined, I feel the need to tell all you... hard core lovers out there... that there will be no no NO xenophilic seckz. Nope. Zim's got nothin'. cx

And, once again, I ask WHY DO I DO THIS?!