Song: Wild Heart
Arist: Sabi
Pairing: (Zim vs. Gaz) ft.. Dib/others
Category: Friendship/Hurt/Comfort

I made a video to this song, or at least, I'm planning on it. I'm making one to the NEXT song I'm using, so if you want to see a sneak preview of what's coming up, there you go. Find it on my youtube account, which is on my profile. If you can't find it, PM me, I'll send it to you.

AU STORY. BTW.

Enjoy.

Chapter 4
"My Pet"

"So what's his name?"

"Uh . . ." His eyes flicked to the clipboard in front of him, pushing up his glasses on the bridge of his nose when they began to slide. "I think it's pronounced Zim. I'm not sure. I've only just learned the language. And I crammed, so, I'm lucky I know these letters."

"Mmhmm," she muttered, eying the figure pounding against the tube of glass he was encased in on the floor below her. They watched from a balcony, for their safety, since he wasn't in an entirely secure room yet. Just mobile transport.

He was thrashing so much in the CS fluid (1) that he appeared almost nothing more than a green blur. His clothes had been stripped to be studied, so he was naked as the day he was born. If he was born. It was almost kind of funny how many bubbles he was making, and watching the technicians scramble to hold the tube that sucked them out in place. If he made too many, the concentrated oxygen and carbon dioxide would cluster together and pop. And forcing that much air into his possibly delicate systems could kill him, which was obviously something no one wanted. Dead, they'd only get an autopsy. Keeping him alive had so much more possibilities to it. She thought she saw a bit of red in there somewhere but she couldn't be sure.

"Cool, huh?" Dib said, grinning. "We got lucky, you know. He crashed right into the planet, and we found him unconscious somewhere in the suburban hills. Somewhere called Mission Peak. No fight or anything, just dumped him in the tube and took him back here."

"Yeah," she replied. She lifted a slender white hand, a vibrant green apple in its position. "Fascinating."

Dib gave her a dirty look. She bit her apple and ignored him.

"So does he speak English?" She asked, changing the subject. She was getting irritated with his glaring at her. The reflection of those damned glasses of his was shining in her peripheral vision.

He beamed, looking at his chart again. As the finder, he got access to all the personel files. And as his sister, through him, so did she. Admittedly, it was kind of cool to have inside information on the alien. But mostly it was just annoying to listen to Dib talk so much.

"Actually, he does. I mean, mostly, all he's done is swear at us. A lot. And insult us with weird phrases. But he switches into using these weird muttering, clacking sounds every once in a while, so we assume that's his native language."

"What's his species name?"

"We're not sure yet," he admitted. "But we're going to find out. As soon as he starts cooperating."

Gaz snorted. "I doubt he'll want to talk to any of you guys. You're the ones who brought him here. If I were him, I wouldn't say a word to any of you."

Dib sighed. "Yeah, I know. That's what I've been afraid of. But who else would do it?"

She shrugged. "Dunno."

The most dangerous thing to recieve is an idea. And unfortunately for Dib, he had the worst of them at that moment. His eyes shifted from his clipboard slowly towards his sister, who was watching the creature disappear into another room, where the secure cell, his new home, was built. She could see them putting him inside his new cell on the monitors in the circular room they were currently above. The one he'd passed through not moments ago. It was their security system, as well as their oberservance room.

"Hey, Gaz?"

"No." Was her immediate response, biting another bit of her apple.

"Aw, come on! You didn't even hear what I was going to say!" He whined.

She paused. "Fair point. The answer is still no."

A smirk played at his lips as he thought of the precise way to set the bait. Gaz wouldn't be able to resist. "Even if it meant meeting what could possibly be one of the most dangerous things currently residing on Earth?"

She paused, closing her mouth and pulling the apple away. She watched the now closed doors thoughtfully. Meet the alien . . . People would kill for that. She wondered curiously if people would kill her if she did meet it. Would jealousy drive anyone that far? What an intriguing idea . . . Her live in danger for the hell of it . . .

She spun the apple to peer at the shiny, un-bitten side. "What did you have in mind?"

Gaz stared at it dully.

"It's sleeping." She announced, eyes refusing to look downwards. "And it's still naked."

"We don't think it's actually sleeping," Dib corrected. "We believe he's simply placed himself in a Hibernation-like state to recover from any damage he's taken. If we, say, tapped on the glass, he'd probably immediately wake up and try and break out again."

"That doesn't change the fact he's still naked." Okay, she'd looked down.

Dib sighed. "Does it really bother you that much?"

"It's humiliating," she argued insistently, crossing her arms. "How would you like it if people kept trying to talk to you without giving you your clothes back? You know, ripping his clothes off like you could probably be considered a form of sexual assualt. You could be arrested."

Dib rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending to be so self-righteous, Gaz. Just admit it makes you uncomfortable seeing something not hairy and humanoid-looking naked."

"I'm not uncomfortable. I just don't see how you can expect me to carry a conversation with someone whose scared, aggressive, and above all, humiliated. At least try and give the guy some dignity to stand on." She argued, glaring at him.

He let out another breath, turning his back to leave. "Whatever. I'll go work on getting him some clothes. In the meantime, you just stay here and wait for him to wake up, okay?"

Gaz turned to face him halfway, arms crossed tightly over her ribcage. "And what makes you think I answer to you now?"

"Oh, don't be such a pill." Dib retorted, waving his hand to dispell her remark from the air around him. "I'm just asking you to stay put while I do what you asked me to. There's no need to get defensive."

A foul remark too lucrative (and admittedly creative) to write out was muttered.

Dib spun around to stare at her. "Did you just say what I think you said?"

"What are you talking about?" Gaz's eyes widened innocently. "I didn't say anything."

He eyed her suspiciously before shaking his head and walking out of the room, muttering a few things of his own. Gaz smirked viciously and watched him leave until the doors automatically slid shut behind him before turning around, still snickering under her breath about succesfully getting under her big-brother's skin. When she looked up from the floor, however, she was not-so-pleasantly surprised.

Granted, she could not longer see anything immediately, given his new position in the goo he was contained in. Only if she looked purposefully at that shadowed piece of nether-flesh. Which she forced herself to avoid doing out of politeness. While she normally didn't go out of her way to use them, Gaz did, in fact, have manners. And contrary to popular belief, she was capable of administering what she knew about them.

"Oh," she said, simply. "You're up."

He sneered at her, his legs crossed, and his hands resting on his knees. While she was careful about where her eyes went, she still couldn't resist looking at those hands. Very sharp claws covered by seemingly flawless green skin that looked rather queerly colored in the contrast of the pink CS fluid.

"Very observant, Earth-child." He hissed, mockingly. "Are all members of your species this bright?"

"In fact, no. No they're not." She replied, without so much as a twitch of her eye at his nasty remark. "But I'd certainly hope the members of your species are brighter than you are. Or, at least, have enough visual capabilities to notice a giant blue and green rock in the way of their ship. I don't know how many times your people can crash into my planet before something bad happens to it."

A growl errupted from his throat. "Well than maybe you should get a better planet."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should get better eyes. A bit near-sighted, aren't ya?"

"You insolent little dirt-monkey!" He shrieked, shoulders hunching hostilely, claws flexing and unflexing, obviously itching to wring her neck. "When Zim gets out of here, rest assured, your planet will become nothing more than a lifeless crater!"

"Yeah, I'm peeing my pants over here," she replied boredly, sitting down herself. She sat on the floor, too lazy to be bothered about finding a chair. She leaned back, placing her hands behind her to keep her upright.

His face wrinkled, and for the first time, she realized he didn't have a nose. A sort of indent was on his face, but there were no nostrils to be found. His red eyes, however, were extremely prominent, and dominated most of the upper half of his head. His antennae were twitching, as if they too were irritated with her.

"That is truly foul, dirt-ling," he hissed, leaning away from her. He was slightly closer to her than the middle of the round room, but it seemed he wanted nothing more than to want to be as far away from Gaz as possible. "Release your bodily liquids elsewhere, where Zim cannot smell them!"

"I'm not actually peeing my pants, idiot." She insisted, rolling her eyes. "It's just an expression. A phrase. And it was also sarcastic."

He took a moment to process this in his PAK. "Your planet has a stupid way of expressing yourself."

"And you're just all stupid on your own, so we're even," she replied calmly. "Oh, yeah. My brother wanted me to introduce myself when we met. I'm Gaz."

"Gaz," He muttered, rolling her name on his tongue. Then he nodded, as if giving her permission to have that name. "Very well, Gaz of Earth. I am Zim, of planet Irk. It is certainly not a pleasure to meet someone as filthy and ugly as you."

"Likewise," she said, smiling and batting her lashes at him a few seconds before reverting to her normal, bored expression. "So what happened, Zim? You make a wrong turn in the Nebulas and crash into Earth? Or are your species really too blind to see a giant planet orbiting in space?"

"My species is far superior than your pitiful planet could ever dream to be." Zim retorted at once, guffawing at the idea that this could be otherwise. "My ship was damaged after a fight with a she-Irk named Tak, who bears a grudge against me, and in my inability to control my Voot Cruiser, I ended up here, on this pitiful excuse for life-substainment."

Gaz's brow rose, and she sneered at him. "Aw, did you not play nice with the other aliens?"

"I'm Irken," he snapped. "Not an alien. You're the aliens. And clearly barbaric ones, not greeting the almighty race that is the Irken Armada and instead putting me in a cage. If they find out I'm here, there will be war. And I doubt your race would survive a war with the Irkens. Oh, but don't feel insulted." He smirked a vicious smile that showed off how sharp his teeth were. "Species rarely do."

A bite from those would certainly smart. She thought, ignoring his obvious threat in favor of examining his teeth. "Mmhmm. Yeah, that's great, Zim."

His eyse narrowed. "Are you listening to me?"

"Nope," she replied, flicking from teeth to his antennae, which had stilled, abruptly. She wondered if she should feel worried or threatened. She didn't, ever, but she wondered if she should nonetheless.

He growled at her lack of attention, and she watched the black stalks fall flat against his head. They then perked, realizing what she was doing and watching her back as her eyes flicked upwards, towards where the the tips were. He briefly moved them around, watching her amber eyes dance wherever they moved. The color was stained with the pink surrounding him, but even still, he could tell her visual-sensors had a very intense color to them. It might've been pretty, if she wasn't so disgusting to him.

"Do you like them?" He asked, retaking her attention. "They're what we use to sense and accomodate to our surroundings. Your strange gelatonous fluids have them on edge. I can't get them to stop twitching much."

"I suppose I should apologize," she said, without much enthusiasm. "So, yeah, I'm sorry."

He gave her a dull look, locking eyes with her while he studied her. ". . . You aren't really sorry, are you?"

"Not really, no," she admitted, letting her gaze drift to where his nose should be. "If I was in your position, would you be?"

"Eh, no, probably not." He agreed, satisfied. "At any rate, Zim was only pretending to be- what's the word for it- asleep when your sibling-unit was in the room, and I heard your conversation." He leered at her, making her eyes narrow immediately. "Do you not like that Zim is naked? Does something as simple as my exposed flesh make you uncomfortable? Do you feel sorry for Zim?"

"I don't give a damn if they cut your limbs off and made you suck them through a garden-hose," she snapped back, immediately, refusing to let any color into her face. "I am, however, polite enough to pretend otherwise."

"Then you're a terrible actor." He informed her, looking around the room with a pondering expression on his face. "Where is my SIR unit?"

"You're what?"

"My robot, pitiful stink-monster. " He retorted, talking in a rude tone, as if he was speaking to an idiotic smeet. "He was with me on the ship. Tell me- Did he survive the crash?"

She shrugged. "Probably not. They most likely have your ship parts around here somewhere, but from what I gathered, you're lucky to be alive."

Zim rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm alive. Irkens are far more superior to your weak race if you couldn't even survive a small orbit-break into a planet."

Gaz sat up more, stretching her arms a little. Her wrists were protesting after holding still so long. Gaz had a bad habit of fidgeting, and she normally stretched to keep herself occupied. "I might be insulted, if I wasn't aware of the position I'd end up in. I'd be like you- caged, and at the mercy of a foreign species. If you ask me, I'd rather be dead."

The words stung. He hissed at her, a cerated tongue flicking over his teeth a moment before ducking back inside the cavern that was his mouth. "A dead Irken is a useless Irken. Know this, Gaz- the second I get out of here, I'm coming after you first. You've no idea how fierce an Irken soldier like myself can be when we assign ourselves a mission. You'll regret the day you ever messed with the likes of me."

She smirked.

"Like I said." She announced, sweetly. "I'm absolutely quivering with fear right now."

At that moment several doctors walked in with Dib, and two gaurds went to station themselves on either side of the door. Immediately Zim's antennae went flat against his head, and Gaz refused to let it show how actually frightening he looked. Directed only at her, he didn't seem to even want to bother looking ferocious. But with a crowd of people in the room and the odds of numbers suddenly against him, he was all primal anger and feral viciousness. She didn't like it. It made him look like an animal. He seemed more intellegent than a stray cat or a rabid dog. Or, at least, she hoped he was. Otherwise these conversations were going to get really dull really quickly.

"Hello, Zim." Dib said, smiling pleasantly, despite the more-than-blatant hostility being directed at him. "I see that you're awake, and you and my sister have gotten to talking without me. I'm Dib. I helped rescue you from Mission Peak."

"Rescue is a poor word for kidnapping and holding the Almighty Zim hostage, foul stink-worm." He growled, in low, threatening tones. Gaz felt a shiver go up her spine without warning, and immediately his eyes were on her, smiling and winking at her in a manner that was in no way friendly. Immediately she glared back and got to her feet.

Dib had his hand on her forearm and the other around her shoulder before she could so much as attempt to make a move. He continued to smile pleasantly, as if she'd done nothing more than get off the floor. And while the doctors remained oblivious, the grip he had on her was anything but inconspicuous. While Gaz certainly noticed and began working to stifle her nerves automatically, Zim too noticed, and made an unreadable face at the action before turning hostile again as someone took a step too close to the container.

He looks like a wild animal, Gaz thought immediately, watching as he crouched on all fours, ignoring his now blatant nakedness and glaring at his face.

"We brought your clothes back," the doctor announced, placing them in a robot's hand before it was shoved into the roof of container, too quick for him to react to the opening slot and try to escape. "We can leave, if you'd like privacy, but we'd return soon after. We have a few questions for you. You understand, of course."

Zim's eyes calmly flicked towards every face in the room, memorizing it with a slow scan. His eyes burned worse than ice, and the only one whose gaze didn't falter under his scrutiny was the still seething Membrane sister in her brother's inconspicuous, restraining grasp. And meeting her gaze the longest, he smirked wickedly. Much to everyone's surprise, he sat down calmly, acting in all the world as if he was the most civil being alive.

"Very well," he replied, meeting all of their gazes again. Still, he quickly made his way back to Gaz, that malicious spark twinkling in his eyes for only her to see. "But the only person I speak to is the Earth-girl."

Gaz's eyes rolled to the ceiling. "Of frickin' course."

Another scientest stepped in. "This girl is nothing more than a teenger. She isn't qualified to-."

Suddenly Zim was two inches away from the glass, as close to the man as he could get. Immediately he stumbled backwards, stunned at the obscene display of speed demonstrated. "Are you challenging my orders? That wasn't a request, pig-beast of meat and flesh. I want the girl. No one else."

All eyes shot to Gaz. She glared at no one but Zim, who was getting far too smug for her liking.

Oh, if that glass wasn't indestructible, I swear . . .

"Come on, Gaz," Dib pleaded quietly in her ear. "Please? For me?"

She ground her teeth together briefly before setting her jaw. "Fine."

And so it begins.

. . . Some Time Later . . .

She was on her back, lying next to the glass. On the other side, he layed on his stomach, unable to lay down like she because of his PAK, which had long since been connected to metal tubes that ran through the roof of his containment chamber. Over time, she'd used his need for her specific attention to manipulate him into doing what Dib wanted, to help her brother, and to stop listening to him whine about all the things he couldn't do. It was one less thing. And Zim knew she did it, and revelled in challenge of refusing her. Normally, he won, given his unpredictable nature and his tendency to be frighteningly violent to the point he was more wild than tame. But sometimes, like this time, she'd won.

Under normal circumstances, Zim was far too much for one person to handle, let alone a teenage girl. The mental trauma alone could drive a person mad, let alone his great joy in being as verbally abusive as he possibly could. But Gaz was seventeen, and no ordinary human. Anything he dished out, she could throw back in his face. And with the risk of bodily harm less than zero, she was hardly afraid of any of his threats to do her bodily harm.

"So, you're kind of violent." She said, filling the silence. She had a small, squishy ball she was continuously throwing in the air and catching. Zim was watching her do it and for some reason, they were entirely satisfied with this form of simple entertainment. She'd once tried to introduce him to television, but that had turned out very poorly, with a lot of him ranting and asking far too many questions for her liking. In the end it wasn't worth the headache, and she hadn't tried it again. "Are you all like that, or are you just gifted with blood-lust?"

Zim snorted, resting his chin on his folded arms. "We're all like that. I'm just more blatant about it then others. I suppose my kind could be compared with your sociopathic serial-killers. We're normally very calmly collective when it comes to shedding blood of any sorts. Don't misunderstand, we don't all take joy in it. But we know no such things as remorse or guilt. It's either fun or neutral."

"Neutral?"

"Eh . . . think of it like bathing. It just has to happen. It doesn't really have any morals attached to it, but it has to be done for the sake of hygiene nonetheless. Except, instead of hygiene, it's for the good of the planet."

"I think it's good for everyone when you don't smell like stale corn-chips and BO." Gaz replied, wrinkling her nose at all the sweaty men public transportation often put you into contact with. And normally they were unavoidable, considering they normally drove the car.

Zim turned his head to smirk at her. "You're very opinionated, Gaz-human. You should work on that. I was under the impression from my studies women were supposed to be domestic background figures. You're a very poor example of a female, if you ask me."

"Keep talking, Zim. I'll show you what a live autopsy feels like."

"Oh you will, will you?"

"Yup. And I think I'll know the first thing to go," she said, purposefully eying his now (thankfully) fully clothed 'family jewels'.

Zim quickly caught on to her meaning and shuddered, saying nothing more about the subject. He liked everything just where it was, thank you very much. Especially that part of him. When he got out of here, he was going to need that. He had no intention of becoming asexual anytime soon.

"Eh, so, hows the weather today?"

"That's what I thought." She replied, plainly. "And it's raining."

A new thought occured to him. "Your rain-water- Is it drinkable?"

"Um, sometimes. If it hasn't touched anything yet. After that it depends, I guess." She glanced at the index cards Dib had given her for today. She often forgot what it was she was supposed to be getting out of Zim, and Dib often gave her little notes for these sort of circumstances. "Hey, you- Irkens, I mean- have a home planet, right?"

Zim scoffed, rolling his eyes at her. "Yes, of course we have a planet, stupid dirt-monkey. Why do you ask?"

"Well, what do you guys do on it? I mean, you marvel at the fact we almost never leave our orbit. So, where are you guys all the time? What are you doing?"

Zim smiled a little at the nostalgia. "We are, as I mentioned, a violent species. We're at eternal war with neighboring planets, and enslave or destroy everything. When we're not training on Irk, we're elsewhere, conquering, planting spies-."

"You really don't do anything else with your lives?"

He peered at her curiously. "What else is there?"

She gave him a look of disbelief. "You never do anything fun? Like, play videogames or pig out on junk-food? I mean, I know you guys have got a mean thing for snacks, but that's like, normal food for you. That doesn't really count."

Zim's eyes narrowed before his antennae perked, something Gaz had come to understand as an act of revelation, surprise, or when his senses had caught a wiff of something. "Oh, well, sometimes we go to Foodcortia. It's a planet of mass snacking. Very popular, although, the planet is closed for a century or so every once in a while."

She sat up. "Why?"

His gaze became very serious. "The amount of snacking is too extreme for the universe to handle. It has to close to give the galaxy a break so it doesn't implode on itself."

She blinked a few times before shrugging, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked down at her cards again. "Huh. Weird."

Zim eyed her carefully, glancing at the clock she'd had installed on the wall for him to entertain himself with. One was digital while the other was not. She was still in the process of teaching him how to read the non-digital one, hence the digital one, and he really was still getting used to the two different hours and the difference between am and pm. He wasn't allowed outside his cell to see for himself the change, but she'd brought pictures, once, reluctantly. She refused to talk about their celustual system though, and why the sun and moon changed roles every day. All she'd let him know was the Earth spun on its axis before she'd gotten impatient with his questions and stuck the pictures against the side of his cell. They were still there, actually, hastily taped to the side wall, where they weren't in anyone's way, and he could still look at them.

Regardless of this, it was actually pretty late. Almost 1am, which was longer than she normally stayed. She'd fallen asleep on the floor a few times, and Zim always marveled at how suddenly relaxed she became as opposed to her normal cool, hard demeanor. But always too quickly her brother would come in, politely say goodbye, and carry her off. Where exactly that was, he knew not, and when he asked about where she slept, Gaz had thought she was threatening him, or just being creepy, and he recieved no answer. Once she'd called him a pervert, and he still wasn't entirely sure what that meant. He just knew, knowing her, it probably wasn't nice, and had stuck his tongue at her (something he'd seen her do to her brother a few times) and changed the subject, defensive and pouty for the rest of the night.

But at this hour, as Gaz had told him before, when she'd left without her brother's help, the security guards often fell asleep. So maybe they wouldn't be watching right now. Maybe they wouldn't be watching to hear him say . . .

"You have nice hair, earth-female." He announced dully, watching it intensely.

Gaz immediately stilled, shooting him a wary look. ". . . What did you just say?"

He shrugged. "Zim likes your hair. We don't have hair on Irk. And neither does anyone I can think of, for that matter. The only thing I've seen like it is fur, and that's not very pretty. While it is rather soft, it's simply not the same."

Gaz's eyes shifted around the room, like some camera was about to jump out, and someone in a baseball cap and board shorts was going to scream, "Gotcha!" But no such person appeared. Which meant Zim was serious.

"Ugh . . . Thanks . . . I guess." She muttered, tucking it behind her ear again self-consciously. Despite Zim's constant beratement of her race's (and especially her) 'disgustingly sickening' appearance, Gaz knew she was pretty, for a human at least. Flawless porcelain skin, naturally intense hair-color, firy eyes, petite little figure. It bothered her when anyone said it, but she accepted the compliments with a grace her father was always proud of.

But when Zim said it, it sounded so . . . creepy. (2)

Zim smirked at her. "You think Zim is setting you up for a trap."

"It wouldn't be the first time," she pointed out, tossing the ball back and forth between her hands. "Besides, since when do you check me out?"

"I'm not checking you out. I simply made an observation." He insisted, defensively. He sat up and crossed his arms, turning his back on her. "If you insist on being rude about it, you might as well leave now. It's getting close to the time you fall asleep on Zim, anyways."

Gaz shuddered, and she knew he could feel the vibrations through his antennae by the way they twitched immediately afterwords. They didn't do that as much anymore, since he'd adjusted to the CS fluids, but they still served their purpose. "I don't even want to think about the fact that you've watched me sleep before."

"Why must you insist that Zim is creepy?" He demanded, scowling at her over his shoulder.

"Oh, I don't know, let's think about that, shall we?" She asked, standing, ticking off the reasons on her free hand. "You have at least one death threat for me every day, you're probably more violent than a tiger in heat protecting her cubs, you've got more weapons in your PAK than most small armies, and you like to smile at people when they're uncomfortable. Don't try and lie to me Zim- you like being creepy. And you know it."

He smirked at her. "How very observant of you."

"Now where have I heard that before?" She replied mockingly, nodding her head at him. "I'm going. Want me to shut the light off in your container?"

He shrugged, lying back down on her stomach. "Sure. Zim will be bored the rest of the night anyways."

She rolled her eyes, heading towards the panel to flick off the gentle glowing lights installed around the rims of the cell. "Goodnight, Zim."

"Sleep well, little stinky Earth-child. Try not to get infected by the bugs in your filthy bed when they bite you."

He heard her scoff before shutting the door behind her, with a mutter of "jackass." He rested his head against his arms, thoughtfully eying the now dark walls of gel around him.

Gaz was, unlike almost all the humans he'd come into contact with, a very tolerable human. While he hated the invention itself, he'd been on television numerous times. The film-crew had made him nervous and hostile, and to his surprise, she'd walked into the room with her brother (since he was really the one being interviewed; Zim had been more of a background piece than anything else) and leaned against the glass the whole time. She hadn't had to, he was well aware of that. But she'd come anyways, pressing her palm against the glass in silent acknowledgement of his presence. Letting him know he was still a being, and not some sort of zoo animal on display. When he'd accused her of doing something nice for him, however, she'd ignored him entirely. And threatened to continue doing so unless he stopped being childish. The thought of talking to anyone besides her terrified him, so he'd stopped, and the subject had been a moot point since.

However, it bothered him. Of course, being an Irken soldier, he had an escape plan already formed. But what was stopping him from leaving? It certainly wasn't the hospitality. And while he enjoyed antagonizing the Dib-stink, Zim could irritate anyone. In fact, back home, he was quite famous for it. Which actually might attribute to why a search party hadn't been sent out for him yet. That, and Tak was in charge of that division and probably didn't want him found to tell of her crimes against the Empire. Attacking a fellow Irken was one of the top five crimes, and would surely result in at least her decommission, if not a complete termination of her PAK.

There was no room for traitors in the Empire.

So . . . that only left the matter of Gaz. He liked harassing Gaz and holding conversations with her. More than he probably should. Even if it was just a job to her, he liked to think she had fun too. Surely she had no problem disregarding orders, like himself?

He sighed. This was bed. He needed to get out of here, and soon.

Before he fell in love with this deadly Earth-girl.

(1) CS Fluid - Containment and Substainment Fluid

I want to make this a whole new story, which is why it doesn't have an ending. If I made it, I wouldn't want you to know how it ends? What do you guys think?

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