A/N: The beginning of this chapter has some random past in it.

Chapter 3

"Oh, my baby's sexy for sure," I said, singing down the halls of Zim's base. Yes...that was the Pussy Cat Dolls. I just couldn't get the damn song out of my head!

GIR ran alongside of me, trying to hum for his life. He was doing a little dance with me. Er...not like I was dancing. "I had to have him when he walked through the door. (Wait a minute.)"

Bored for my life, I was exploring Zim's house. Zim was at skool, and there was nothing on TV. Well, except that song on a channel strangely like MTV...Anyways, curse the song to the fiery depths of Hades! Or something like that. Even though Hades, technically is not Hell, just the Underworld of the dead...Enough of my rambling about mythology.

I skipped a few lines, and sang, "Boy, why you trippin' like that? You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute.)"

I passed a door on one of the long hallways and turned around realizing I had passed it. I stared at it, while GIR tried to sing about a piggy with the same beat I was singing. I didn't pay much attention, but I asked GIR, "What's behind the door?"

"Dododo! PIG! Teeheehee. Huh? Ooooh. That'd be...noooothin'." GIR put his hands behind his back and shifted his eyes. I looked at him curiously.

"What did you do...?" I asked, looking at the door knob.

GIR giggled nervously. Cautiously, I put my hand over the knob, turning slowly. I creaked open the door slowly...

"Eeep," I said to the white cream that was gushing out the door. It got on my shoes almost instantly, and I let go of the the doorknob as soon as I felt it slowly creeping in my socks. As soon as I let go of the door, it got wider, slowly. The door was almost half way open when it completely gushed out, a perfect shape of the door frame. I just stared at it, shocked and yet fascinated all at the same time. It was, like...eating the house.

GIR was already dancing and swimming into it, doing backstrokes and such. And I just stared. And then, suddenly...It was like a flood.

It gushed over my head and I started screaming and my legs were trying to get the point. It was one hell of tidal wave, that's for sure.

Great...going to drown and die in this...filling.

I tried to run, but I couldn't because suddenly I was about neck-deep in this stuff. I had thought I was gonna drown in it, so I had opened my mouth to try to get my last air. I had got a half mouthful of Twinkie filling.

"Twinkie...filling?" And the funny thing is, the question wasn't why the hell GIR had filled one of Zim's rooms with Twinkie filling, but how the hell he got the freakin' stuff out of the Twinkies. You got to admit...GIR has skills.


Most people would take their shoes off and stuff, but I didn't. I did, however, shove Dib into the pool before diving in myself. I had shouted some slurring curse at him before I did, though. I can't remember what it was.

Zim had fallen in pretty close to the end, but he was completely underwater. Every second was killing him. He was visibly screaming underwater for his life, because a ton of bubbles came up.

After I dived in, I immediately opened my eyes, aware my clothes were weighing me down pretty badly. My left shoe fell off, because I began kicking myself toward Zim.

Even though I was in water, I could tell the flesh was burning off of him. He was screaming, too, his eyes open and they were blistering. He deployed his spider legs I saw, and that didn't work because they got halfway out and wouldn't go any further, due to the fact water was rushing into his PAK now.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him up, kicking as hard as I've ever kicked before. I was near the surface...There. I took in a big deep breath, and was relieved to see that Helena and Lila were right by the side, kneeling down to help Zim out. They grabbed him—either by hand or by his clothes and pulled hard.

I was breathing wildly, by fear and by holding my breath. I pulled myself out of the pool. I had forgotten about Dib—but by the corner of my eye, it looked like he couldn't swim, either.

Boo hoo.

They dragged Zim a bit of a ways from the pool, and I crawled over.

"Why's his skin sizzling?" Helena said, her eyes scared.

"His clothes! Get them off!" Everything was sizzling on him. Smoke rose and I almost gagged on the smell. His wig was messed up—one antennae showing. It was soaking wet, too.

I had to do it.

I took his wig off, then his contacts, very, very quickly. Then I pulled his gloves and boots off. There was water in each of them.

I couldn't tell if Zim was breathing anymore.

"What...Oh my god, he's an alien!" Helena said, and she took a step back. I ignored her.

"Told...you!" a strangled reply came from the pool. Lila stared in shock at Zim, then back to Dib. I don't know what she did next, because I wasn't watching. I was ripping the clothes off of Zim.

Helena stared.

"Would you leave?!" I said to her for some reason. "Can't you tell what I'm doing?" Smoke rose from Zim, still. His clothes were killing him.

Helena took another two steps back and hit the sliding glass door. Then she turned around and opened it, running inside and grabbing the phone. Well, bad news was, I think she was calling 911.

I had already yanked his Invader outfit over his head, and went down to his pants, fumbling with them and ripping them off. I didn't really pay attention to what I was seeing, so I wasn't blushing madly or anything. Zim's sizzling has ceased to a thin line of smoke coming from him. I sighed and leaned back on my heels, making sure my hair wasn't dripping on him. I listened hard for the sound of him breathing.

I didn't hear it.

Dib had finally been saved by Lila, and I turned my head and saw him coming out of the pool, him and his trench coat dripping wet.

"You..." I choked out, getting up. "You bastard."

Dib looked up, his scythe plastered to his head. It seemed to raise in confuzzlement at my insult. "Me?"

"Yes you! You KILLED Zim! YOU FREAKING KILLED ZIM!" I was angry, and I noticed tears running down my face. I didn't care though, and I stalked over with my fists clenched to my side. I pushed Dib, once, twice. He hit the sliding glass door (Man, that door is getting some abuse tonight xD)

"I..didn't..." He stared in shock at Zim.

"Hey! Give the kid a break! He just almost drowned," Lila said. My head turned so fast droplets of water hit her face. She blinked.

"Give him..a break? Zim DROWNED!" Right now I was so angry I could kill. Lila stared from me to the naked Zim on the other end of the pool. I pushed her, too.

"Don't freaking look at him!" Lila looked scared now.

"H-he needs air."

"What?!"

"Zim..he needs air, and the water out of his lungs."

"I KNOW that!"

Lila walked over to Zim, looking at him. I felt this weird feeling in my stomach, like she shouldn't be looking at him.

I gritted my teeth and walked over, trying not to punch something and cry and scream. "My..my hands are wet from pulling Dib out. But—" she wiped her hands on her dress, and knelt down beside Zim. It also bothered me that she knew that Zim was hurting from the water. It was Zim's weakness, after all.

She put her hands on Zim's chest, and she pumped her hands—once, twice. She put her mouth near Zim's...

"I can do it," I growled, pushing her off him. I put my mouth on Zim's, and remembered what I'd learned in school. I couldn't hold his nose closed or anything, because he didn't have one. I also couldn't do it too fast or too hard, or I knew that the air would probably go in his stomach (this case, squeedlyspooch) and he would throw up. So I did it carefully, counting. I held back my hair and he didn't get the worst of the water. "Get me some towels."

Lila nodded and ran towards the house. I prayed she knew where they were.

I put my hands over his chest, and pumped, counting again. It looked like Zim had walked through fire—there were third degree burns everywhere.

Please don't die, please don't die.

I sobbed once, but didn't let the second one get out.

I put my head really close to his heart to listen, instead of just putting my wet head against his already fried skin. It didn't even look green anymore—more of a black.

Zim sat up real fast and coughed up water from somewhere. Then he got on his knees and threw up what was in his squeedlyspooch. More water.

I watched in horror until he sank back down, exhausted and breathing heavily.

He was blind—I could tell. I could only hope that the skin would grow back like in that one episode. I was kneeling down already, and I sank back down to lie, exhausted, on the brick around the pool.

My only thought that he was that he was okay.

And then Dib had to come.

Lila came back with the towels and brought Dib along with her with a video camera.

"What you are now witnessing is a REAL. ALIEN. Water is one of the weaknesses of the Irken race. This specimen—"

"If you want to keep that tongue, you will give me that video camera," I said, still lying down on the ground and not opening my eyes. I held my hand out. "NOW, DAMMIT!" I felt a little like Gaz.

I heard Dib squeak and handed me the video camera. I opened one eye to look at it, and make sure it was indeed the video camera. It was, and I instantly smashed it as hard as I could on the ground, then chucked it into the pool.

"Wuh?" a raspy Zim said. The water had burned his throat, it seemed.

"Don't worry, Zim. That's nothing but the sound of Dib's camera breaking," I cooed.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That was expensive!" Dib was unsuccessfully trying to jump into the pool, but Lila had dropped the towels and grabbed the back of his trench coat.

"You can't swim, remember?" she hissed. Dib was still wailing and windmilling his arms when I grabbed a fluffy red towel and dried off Zim, trying, still, to not look. I spent extra long on his antennae, trying to calm him down.

I put the wet towel on the side, and grabbed two more, covering Zim.

Then I heard police sirens.