Sweat dripped from his brow as he lent up against the wall. "They found me again…" He panted and glanced around the wall, his amber irises scanning the territory. "Okay, Dib, you lost them, relax." Dib huffed and whipped the moisture from his face.

"You are the one that goes by the name of Dib, correct?"

Dib yelped and turned to face the voice.

The being was a Vortian with pale blue skin and slightly curled grey horns. His indigo eyes were concealed by a pair of dark blue goggles. He wore a light blue long- sleeved shirt which was pushed up to his elbows. The shirt also had a large zipper running down the middle. He also wore tight blue pants which were tucked into black knee-high boots.

"Y-Yes my name is Dib…" He waited for the being to attack him, but when he didn't, he asked, "Who are you?"

"Zarior." Dib noticed a long thin scar run though his left eye. "I understand that you are on the run from the Armada, yes?"

"Yeah, that's right…" Dib narrowed an eye.

"I am prepared to help you out…" He paused. "That is, if you can help me."

"Help you? Why should I help you?"

"Because, I can get your planet back…"


I yawned and stretched.

"Tired?" Zim looked up from his PDA.

I nodded. "Yes, very much so…" I replied, stifling another yawn.

He smiled. "Why don't you go lay down…"

"No, no, I'm not going to leave you with all the work, then I'd have to owe you."

"…slark…" I heard Zim mutter.

"What was that?"

"Oh, NOTHING! Absolutely nothing!"

I cocked an invisible eyebrow at him. "Oh, really?" A smirk extended across my lips. "It sounded like you wanted me to owe you…"

No, I-! I-uh…" A blush became visible on Zim's cheeks.

I giggled. "You can't hide the truth from me, Zim…" My tongue lolled out of my mouth. "But you ARE quite adorable when you're confused like that." Another giggle escaped my lips.

"ZIM IS NOT ADORABLE! Zim is MIGHTY!" He shot his fist into the air above his head at the last word.

I laughed at his antics and grasped his hand in mine, and brought it down to lace my fingers in between his. "Yes, yes, Zim, very mighty indeed…" I kissed the top of his hand that I was holding and shot a smile in his direction.

A wide smirk extended across his face. "And just how mighty is Zim?" He leaned in towards me, close enough I could feel his breath on my face.

I shivered. "The mightiest of all… My King…"

"Is that so?" He drew his tongue across his lips. "I guess Zim owes YOU for such praise now doesn't he?"

I smirked, my tongue still hanging out the side of my mouth. "He most certainly does…" Pulling closer, I ran my tongue over his lips.

Taking the hint, he captured his lips with mine.

It started out slow, just lips against lips. The soft gentle feel of it. However, the instincts in both of us began to take over. The kissing became rougher, more urgent.

I got up from my chair, not once did we stop kissing. Settling myself on Zim's lap, facing him, the kiss grew hotter as he wrapped his arms around me. I twined my arms around his neck and moaned, unable to conceal my pleasure any longer.

A soft chuckle vibrated through him as he flicked my lips with his tongue.

I shivered, but eagerly opened my mouth to him.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted. We were both so caught up in the ecstasy of it to notice such trivial thing as time. His tongue against mine, lips moving in synchronized motions. What felt like mere minutes could've been hours.

I pulled back for air, leaving a string of drool between us. "I don't think I've ever told you what an excellent kisser you are…"

Zim broke the thread with his tongue and licked the drool away from my face, ending with a peck between the eyes. "Neither has Zim."

I returned the favor with a blush. "Thanks…" Moving so I wasn't straddling him, I took to just sitting on his lap, one arm around his neck, the other hand on his chest, tracing the Irken symbol there with a black gloved claw.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and placed a hand on my abs. "As much as I enjoy the heat of battle, I love these moments we share."

I smiled. "I couldn't have said it better myself." I gave him a swift peck on the lips and looked at the clock on the wall. "The meeting is going to start soon."

Zim nodded. "Got any ideas?"

"A few." I shrugged.

He chuckled. "Zim thinks we may need more than 'a few'."

A small laugh bubbled up past my lips. "Yeah, I guess."


"So that's the plan! Questions?" Zarior fisted his hands and placed them on his hips.

"How did you get all this inside information?" Dib inquired.

"An inside source of course!"

"Wait! You mean we're working with an Irken?"

"Yes, that is correct! She's managed to infiltrate far enough into the Empire to get right next to the 'King and Queen'."

Dib narrowed his eyes, but simply nodded. If he was to make it out of here, he was going to have to cooperate. "Will I ever get to meet our spy?"

"All in good time my companion." Zarior flashed him a toothy grin, showing two rows of pointed teeth. "She's quite the rebel, so she tends to keep a low profile."

Dib nodded again in understanding, still not enjoying the fact that they were technically working with the enemy. "So! Phase One is already in effect, right?"

"That is correct and Phase Two is about to begin!"