Invader Sideos says: What I'm not in the mood for an elaborate intro today, ok? Yea so, started same day as I finished chapter 6. Lots of drama in this chapter. Oh, also I need some suggestions on how to proparly rate this...genre wise. It's staying a T rating no matter what.

Warnings! Contains scenes of drug overdoses, which isn't nice. But what's worse is that I have to reveal my big plot crux in the opening sentence...GRR! I HATE WARNINGS!

Written mostly to the Sex Pistols - I Wanna Be Me and Higsons - Tear the Whole Thing Down (It fits so well) and probably lots of Ska and stuff.

I don't own Zim...disclaimers are sucky.

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Zim quickly strode down the darkened, frozen street. He shivered from the cold, but also from the growing cravings from within his own veins calling out desperately for a fix. He had barley kept down the waffles as the hours had crawled by while he sat in his dark, depressing house. He had been checking the time every minute and eventually he had strode out of his base, simply because he couldn't stand sitting around anymore. However, the freezing cold of the winter night had done little to stop his hunger.

He looked around the street he had already walked past at least twenty times tonight. The building windows glowed with dim but warm lights that made Zim shiver even more. The lights of the living were in sharp contrast with the deadness of the street's darkened cold. This night was cloudy, so cloudy that no moonlight was getting though, which made the world seem even more sinister. The streetlights seemed to loom over Zim just that little bit more, like fingers waiting to strike down and grab him.

Zim quickly shook his head. He was determined not to have a hallucination right in the middle of the road. Especially on a night as dark and creepy as this one.

Just as he turned a corner to walk back into the ally where, hopefully, the Dr. was in, a fowl smelling human lunged out at him, grasping him by the shoulder. Zim recoiled in disgust as the filthy looking old thing slurred at him, its rancid breath washing over the Irken. "Havvesss yuzz gotss shome shange toosh spare?"

Zim roared at the dirty human and shoved him to the ground. "Get away from me, you filth."

Zim left the mumbling old man on the cold, icy ground and hurried on. How could something so pathetic even think of touching Zim? Had that old human no respect for his superiors?

Zim looked back in the direction of the rancid old man and saw that he seemed to have gone to sleep. Zim looked back to down the ice layered ally, his eyes searching for the Dr. who would give him the drug he needed to last though the night. The icy, slushy snow still crunched beneath his boots as he slowly walked down the ally, his eyes scanning left and right for any sign of the dealer.

"Hello again, ma brother," Zim grew a slow smile of relief, as the Dr stepped out of the night's cold, all swallowing shadow.

Zim walked over to him, but kept some distance from the hooded figure. Zim simply narrowed his eyes and said, "I need more."

Zim's veins were racing, his skin itching, screaming for the drug. He could almost see his eyes twitch at the though of more aswermitus, and he was now clenching and unclenching his shaking claws slowly.

The Dr. must have noticed this, as he smiled that sly, cold grin of his. The one someone makes when they know they've got a fish on a hook, or a dog on a leash, "Well of course you do, brother, and I have got some for ya, par usual. Of course, you know the price for this transaction. Have you still got da cash?"

Zim nodded eagerly, "Of course, stink beast, of course."

He reached inside his pack and fished around for some money, but he could find none. He began to panic, as his search for enough to pay for his fix began to look fruitless. In horror, he realised that he must have stormed out of his house so quickly that he had forgotten to get any money. He turned his body, shoving his arm in deeper to his PAK, but he could find nothing. Slowly he turned back to the dealer with a shocked and worried look on his face.

The hooded Dr. looked at him with annoyed, narrowed eyes, "Have you got da cash? If you ain't got da money, then I ain't sellin' you no drugs."

Zim began to panic as his body roared for more of the addictive substance it craved so much. He took a step towards the shadowed dealer, "Please, I need this. Please?"

At that moment Zim suddenly realised that he, an Irken invader, had just begged a human, the scum of the universe. By way of nature it should have been the other way around. Zim quickly shook off this odd thought.

The dealer suddenly turned cold, his friendliness vanishing, "I told you, homeboy, if you ain't got da money I ain't sellin you shit."

Suddenly Zim lunged forward, he really didn't know why. It seemed the call for a fix took over momentarily, forcing his body to try and attack the dealer. However, this was a stupid, uncalculated move, and the Dr had obviously seen it coming. The hooded human sidestepped the disguised Irken easily. Zim spun round, shocked at both the dealer's agility and his own action. His shocked face was met with a swift and powerful fist and Zim was sent reeling to the ground. It was times like this he was glad that he at least remembered to wash in paste in the morning so he wouldn't burn on contact with the icy pavement.

He was surprised at the way his body was so weak that he could hardly lift himself off the floor. He managed to get up onto his legs, but he had to lean heavily on the ice cold brick sides of the ally. He expected the Dr. to rush in with another shot at him, at least some violent reaction of some sort, but none came. He looked up with a pained but determined face to his once friendly dealer, and raised an antenna to the shocked and scared reaction on the shadowed face.

Wait, he raised his antenna? His hand shot to his head, but he couldn't feel the hair of the wig, only the smooth skin of his head and antenna. His eyes shot to the floor where, on a small iced puddle, lay his black wig.

He quickly turned back to the dealer, who seemed to be frozen with shock. Zim's mind raced, would he attack again? Would he run and expose the alien who was standing, weakened before him? Or maybe...just maybe...

Zim slowly grew a horrific, evil grin and painfully pulled himself to full height. The Dr was shaking in fear at the sight of Zim as the Irken walked forward, slowly at first, then rushing the Dr. and grabbing him by the neck of the hoody.

Zim, despite the pain shooting though his bandaged hand, shoved the dealer up against a wall, snarling in a craving fuelled by rage and anger, "Give me all the A's you have, now, or I will rip your brains out and eat them."

The dealer shoved his hand into his pocket and hurriedly drew out three vials and a needle. His voice shook with fear as he stammered, "S-s-sure, bro. Just don't d-d-do anything r-r-rash now..."

Zim grabbed the contents of the Dr.'s hand and let the shaking human drop to the floor. The dealer quickly picked himself up and fled from the ally, leaving a grinning Zim to look down hungrily at his hand. He had never tried three whole vials before. He greedily uploaded the needle with the contents of all the vials. He no longer cared that he was standing wigless in enemy territory, or that he was about to shoot up in a freezing cold ally full of who-knows-what. He no longer cared about anything anymore, only the dull mixture of colours in his packed syringe.

Zim took one last look about, then moved into a half shadow, leaning against an icy brick wall. He wiggled his arm from his coat and rolled up his sleeve with a shaking hand, then pressed the needle into the top of his arm and filled his veins with the contents. Slowly he withdrew the needle, dropping it to the floor, and closed his eyes. His hands clenched so tightly that he could feel his claws digging painfully into his palms and his teeth gritted so much that he thought they were going to shatter.

Then the drug sank in and a harrowed gasp of relief and pleasure whispered from his mouth. He could feel his whole body release itself from its animalistic craving for the drug and sink into a blissful, heavenly release. His hands relaxed as he slid down the wall, collapsing into a drug induced euphoria. However, this was not like all the other times, he saw no world of colour and warmth, no fantastical creatures and no bunny girl to guide him through them.

Instead, he opened his eyes and he felt normal. In fact, he felt far more normal then he had for the past two weeks. He got up and looked around, everything looked normal. He turned back to the wall and jumped back in shock. There, lying on the ground, was him. He was actually looking down at himself. He looked around again, confused. Was this what happened when he took more then the usual amount? Zim crouched down and went to get a closer look at himself. He felt almost worried at the way he looked, lying there as if he was sleeping, slumped up against the cold, dirty brick wall.

He looked into the pale green and bruising face, the shadowy, ill looking eyes and that painfully thin frame. He decided that he didn't like this worn out, beaten up looking Zim. He scowled and went to shake himself. He grasped his own shoulders and tried to shake, but it felt like he was trying to shake a fifteen story building. He couldn't move the sleeping Zim an inch, no, less then that, not even a nano-inch. He pushed all his weight onto him, but he didn't make any effect. Literally it was like he wasn't even touching him, he couldn't even cause a single movement on his clothes. Even more strange was that he couldn't feel anything around him. Not the cold air, not the fabric of the Irken coat, nothing.

Zim looked around the slumped body and saw the needle lying on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, enjoying the refreshing and freeing feeling of his body not crying out for the drug. However, like the body, Zim couldn't move the needle at all, it was as if it weighed more then the Massive. His claws grasped round it as much as they could but still no effect could be made on the needle.

Zim looked at the body of himself, clearly confused, "Zim on the…floor? I command you...I mean me...AGG, whatever, just wake up. NOW!"

However, his body simply lay there, unmoving, totally oblivious to the Zim that was shouting down at him.

"Zim, Zim, Zim, where...oh my God."

Zim looked around, shocked at the familiar voice that shot through the night air.

"Dib." Zim watched as the teenage boy, wrapped tightly with a black and white striped scarf and, as par usual, his sky blue arm warmers, stood looking at the Zim lying on the floor.

Zim looked from his body, to the shocked and almost scared looking Dib, before growling dangerously at him, "Dib...what are you doing here?"

However, Dib seemed to ignore Zim and rush over to the sleeping body. At first he just stared at it, and then he fell on his knees and shook him, at first softly, then more violently, "ZIM! ZIM WAKE UP!"

The sleeping Zim didn't make a sound, didn't move a muscle, but at least Dib seemed to be able to actually move him. Zim walked over and looked over the boy's shoulder, slightly angry and slightly confused at this odd situation.

Then Dib spotted the needle next to Zim's collapsed form. For a moment he just looked at it, like it was the only thing in the world. Then he reached a shaking hand towards it and picked it off of the floor, careful to avoid the metal tip. He held it up, examining the contents with a stoic face, before placing it back down and turning to look at the sleeping Zim's face.

"Good God, Zim...what have you done?" Zim stood back, a terrible feeling of shame flooding into him. He didn't know what to say, or what to do and, in one of those very rare moments for him, he was speechless. How was he going to explain this to the human? He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the boy kneeling down next to him began speaking before he could.

"Shiiitt...Zim, Zim, can you hear me?" Dib held the sleeping Zim's face in his hands, and stared into the closed eyes with a cold determined anger.

The standing Zim suddenly re-gained his attitude and gave Dib an angry, confused look, "Of course I can hear you, you stupid stink beast. I'm right here."

This, however seemed to fly over the teenage boy's head, as he continued searching the sleeping Zim's face for any sighs of life. Dib began to panic and he slapped the collapsed Zim across his pale green cheek, but this yielded no reaction.

Well, from the Zim on the floor it didn't, the Zim standing behind him was exploding with rage, "HOW DARE YOU SLAP ME!"

However, Dib seemingly ignoring Zim's screeching slapped the Zim in his hands twice more in succession, each time his expression getting more desperate.

Suddenly, Zim noticed something; he hadn't seen his sleeping self move at all. He hadn't seen any tell tale signs of breath coming from his mouth in the cold winter air. In fact, since his body had been lying there it hadn't done anything...almost like it was...

"No..." Zim gasped, as shock and horror of this revelation rushed though him, "No...But, but I'm here and...I'm there..."

Dib placed a hand across the apparently sleeping Zim's mouth but slowly withdrew it, muttering weekly, "Oh no..." He then, hesitating for a second, placed two fingers on the Irkens neck.

Zim started shaking and he fell against the wall as he tried to gather some ground, his legs felt weak and he was breathing in gulps, "I'm dead."

It made sense on how he was feeling so normal, or how he couldn't see his own breath, or how the freezing cold of the night didn't bother him any more. He clenched his hands and let his head fall onto his chest.

However Dib almost jumped with joy, causing Zim to look up, "Zim's still alive! But if he stays here, he's gonna freeze to death, I can't take him back to mine like this and the hospital's out of the question..."

Standing behind him the Zim-sprit rolled his eyes, "Then take me to my base, you idiot!"

Dib eyes widened with a good idea. "I'll take him back to his base!"

Dib suddenly began picking the body of Zim off the floor, clearly struggling at the dead weight. He lifted the Irken to his feet and grabbed one of his arms and threw it across his shoulder. He then lifted Zim's body by putting one hand under him, and began to drag the Irken down the ally and back to his base. All the time the disembodied Zim following, part of him ashamed that Dib was saving his life, but most of him still annoyed that the human had slapped him.

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I'm not entirely sure if I like the way this came out, I needed a way for Zim to see Dib come to his rescue (which is gonna be explained next chapter) but I also needed him to OD like that...bah, out of body experience it is then. This took me an awful long time to write, not because of writers block, more because I was so busy with other things.

R&R please or the puppy gets it.