"What…What happened?" I looked around and saw nothing but large, green monuments everywhere. "What is this place? Why can't I remember anything?" I asked, rubbing my head. I tried to move, but was being held by one of the extensions attached to one of these… wooden buildings. I tried to pry myself free and in doing so, my uniform snagged and ripped and I fell to the ground.

My head was throbbing with pain and I was extremely confused.

"Who am I?" I pushed my hands to the ground and balanced myself up.

I began walking, my antennas twitching, getting used to the surrounding.

I looked around and saw nothing but these strange structures, and these odd creatures… Small flying ones, four legged furry ones, what is all this? Continuing on, not really knowing what I was searching for, I looked down at all the odd greenery growing around my ankles and sighed. I must have wandered for hours when all of a sudden, I caught… a certain noise. It was different then what I had been hearing…

"A voice?" I quickly sneaked behind these monuments and followed the sound of the voice.

"Come on! I know you're out there! Come on face me Big Foot!" The figure yelled. I watched him curiously.

"What was that device around its neck? What are those things just above his neck? Do all the creatures like this one have abnormally sized craniums?" I whispered to myself, unaware I was stepping on some thin wooden parts that had fallen of the buildings.

"Wha…? Who's there?" The figure asked, turning his head.

I gasped for a moment and turned to run when I noticed the figure was staring right at me.

"Zim!?" The figure exclaimed, charging towards me.

"Am…I…Zim?" I asked, immediately shutting up and running the other way.

"You can't hide from me Zim!" He yelled.

"Stay away!" I cried, dodging the wooden buildings and jumping over obstacles.

As I ran, I felt something sharp jam into my legs, but I continued to run nevertheless. I grabbed a hold of something and twirled in a different direction.

I rolled into a safe looking location and got up and continued running.

"Zim… Can this be who I am?" I thought, slowing down.

As I ventured, I noticed an exit to this wooded town, and I started heading towards it.

"You didn't think you'd loose me that quickly did you?" The voice came up from behind me.

I jumped and turned around.

"What do you want with me?" I pleaded, but as I asked he took out a pair of circular metal tazer attached by a wire and sent a huge volt of electricity through my entire being. I screamed and then looked to him.

"Just what are you?" I groaned as I fell to my knees stunned. I felt myself getting picked up and I could only wonder what was happening. I looked up at the figure and stared. There wasn't much more I could do. But, why was all this happening? As I waited for wherever it was he was taking me, he looked down at me for a moment.

"You're not Zim…." He muttered in thought. "But you ARE an Irken."

"Ir…Ken?" That name sounded familiar, but it was blurry like everything else in my head. I sat in the creature's arms, as I waited for whatever was about to happen to me…. It felt like hours until he came upon a living structure, threw me through a window, and climbed through the opening himself.

Still numb from being zapped by this stranger, I simply stared at those glass circles held up on his face.

"Let me guess. Your Irken Tallest sent you here to destroy Zim and take over his mission?" He started out bluntly.

"I… I thought I was Zim." I said blankly from what he said before. He looked as if about to laugh or hit me, I wasn't really sure.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

"…I don't know." I looked down, gaining my mobility again.

After this, he looked over and examined me thoroughly, that tazer was still in hand, so I know I wasn't getting far.

"Wait, where is your Pak?" He questioned, look at my backside.

Rubbing my head, that name sounded familiar. I looked behind myself and noticed a large hole in my back where this 'Pak' must have been.

"No wonder you didn't have you spider legs…." He murmured.

"…Can you….What do you know about me?" I questioned, hoping to maybe make a spark in my memory.

"You really don't know what's happening do you…?" He sighed, rubbing his head and obviously ignoring my question.

I nodded and started looking at his room. It was full of computers and pictures of another Irken. Maybe THAT was Zim… As I was distracted, something flung over to me and hit me in the face. It was a black trench coat much like the one the creature was wearing.

"Your uniform is really torn up." He noted blandly.

I nodded my head, and put on the rather large cloth.

"Well, I guess I can't call Mysterious Mysteries about you." He sighed obviously taking some sort of pity on me. "Do you remember anything at all?"

"I remember…A crash, falling on my head, and seeing a lot of large green monuments." I answered.

"Large green…. You mean trees?" He tried deciphering my description, even if I had truly no idea if that was what they really were.

"Don't you have a SIR unit to help you find out this information?"

"SIR….Invaders…." I thought trying to put things together. Those words sounded like they went together.

"Yes, you are an Irken Invader aren't you?"

"I…don't know."

At that, he just looked at me, and reached a hand, feeling my head.

"There's an indent here." He said rubbing it. It felt nice, and I guess my body language showed it, as he continued. "This must be from this crash you hardly remember…" I looked down, kind of embarrassed that I didn't know more.

"For now, I'll call you…Aya, if that's alright." He declared, changing the subject. "I'm Dib."

"Alright… Dib" I nodded, still looking down.

"I always thought Irkens had either crimson or purple eyes." He examined my bright yellow eyes curiously, as his hand moved up to my antennas, which perked and twitched, not used to being touched.

"I guess I'm…an exception?" I figured, again knowing basically nothing.

"Ha I guess so." He smiled and sat down on the bed, continuing to rub my antennas. There was an awkward silence for a minute, when I then heard footsteps going across from outside the door.

"Don't worry. Dad and Gaz don't come in here. As long as I'm out of their way, I'm not noticed in this house." He sighed, sitting down.

"Alright… Dib, how will I fit in here… if I don't look like the rest…?" He stopped rubbing my antenna and looked at the ceiling in thought.

"That is a problem… I can't keep you locked in here forever…."

"…Zim?" I questioned, figuring he must have been disguised to fit it.

"Please, we're enemies, and besides, he's horrible at fitting in."

"What about my crashed ship where the… trees are? Could you fix it?"

"Hmm, I have worked on Tak's ship before…" He said in thought.

While dealing with all this, I also dug under the trench coat Dib had given me, to my uniform. I looked at a black marking on my right side of my chest revealed due to torn hole.

"Another question by the way…Does this mean anything?" I asked, pulling down my uniform to reveal the entire mark.

"That's the Irken Military symbol!" Dib exclaimed a little startled. "Why was that branded on you like that?"

"I wish I knew." I sighed.

"Maybe you'll know if we get your memory back. But anyway, if I can fix your ship…"

"Then I can look like… a human?" I asked finishing his sentence.

"Yes. Then we can start the search for your Pak without suspicion."

I merely nodded and climbed into the human's lap. I grabbed his hand and played with his fingers. I was tired of talking. He took his hand and aligned it with mine. It was just a little bit larger then my own, and his wasn't gloved.

"What does an Irken hand look like without a glove anyway?" He then wondered, looking down at our hands.

"I guess like this." I answered, removing the glove to reveal a small, green, pointed hand. He then pressed his warm hand against my icy one.

"It feels like it's never been outside of that glove." He laughed, placing the glove back on my hand.

"I guess so." I replied. He then yawned, and looked at a blinking machine with the numbers '10:45' displayed.

"Well, I better get some sleep." He noted, standing up and kicking off his shoes.

"Sleep?"

"It's basically where we humans shut down for the night to gain energy for the day." He explained in simple terms.

"Do Irkens sleep?"

"I don't really know… I guess you could if you wanted to." He then removed his trench coat and glasses and got into the bed we were sitting on. I merely went to the edge, curled up, and tried out this sleep.

"Goodnight Aya." He told me.

"Goodnight… Dib" I repeated.

A/N: I made it just where Irkens are weaker and without their memory of the Irken Empire when they loose their Pak instead of almost instantly dead. Hope that doesn't bother anyone.;