Okay, well, you guys were supposed to be treated to the only actual romance in this fic involving Zim, but I seem to have left that file in my old computer or something, so I will either need to drag something out of my closet/rewrite before you get that. Grr.In the meantime, enjoy what was supposed to be Chapter Eight---the first weird pairing I made up after FluffleNeCharka infected me, and one some people may recognize me writing. Enjoy!


"Agh! Release me, Gaz-hyuman! Release me now before I---agh!"

He let out a strangled cry as her fingers tightened around his neck, and her eyes, already small and beady, narrowed even further into a look of supreme rage. In her free hand she held a bundle of green and red wrapped in tissue paper; Keef, standing off to the sidelines, watched wide-eyed with horror as she now shoved it into his bestest friend's face, shaking it violently and causing Zim to sneeze and snort.

"So, what's your stupid plan, Zim, huh?! What's your little game this time?!"

"I know nothing of any game, Gaz-monster! Release me now, I say, before I bring down the full wrath of the Irken Armada upon your scary purple head of---OOF!"

She slammed him harder against the metal lockers, sending a loud CLANG! down the skool hall. Keef, looking pale, opened his mouth to speak, but Gaz cut him off before he had any chance.

"Don't play dumb with me, Zim! Why'd you send me these flowers, huh?! HUH?!"

"Wha---I know nothing of 'flowers,' pitiful hyuman! I sent you no decapitated hyuman Earth-plants! Let me go!"

"Ha! You think you can fool me?!" She whipped up the bouquet to read the little note attached. "'Too Gaz. I realy like u. Sined, Yor secret admiror.'" She shoved the flowers back in his face, glaring at him with all her psychotic fury. "So, what's the trick, huh?! Are these poisonous? Have some kind of mind-control scent? Or was it just one of the other thousand-and-sixteen different theories I had to listen to Dib blather on about for why you sent these to me?!"

"I didn't---"

"Quit lying!"

"But, Gaz---" Keef said, but was cut off once again.

"Well, Zim, I don't care what your stupid little plan is! Trying to butter me up or whatever isn't going to work! So you can just take your stupid flowers and go screw yourself!"

With that she threw him, hard, up into the air and back down to crash painfully against the floor. He hit with a loud CRACK! of his bones and a CLANG! from the locker, and lay sprawled there, unable to move. Gaz threw the bouquet of roses down on top of him before turning to storm away.

Zim lay on the floor for a moment, broken and bruised. "Ugh..." he moaned, trying to raise himself up but slipping back down immediately. "What was that?"

Keef merely frowned. "She didn't like my flowers?" he asked, sounding hurt, and watched the pretty purple back of Gaz's head as she stormed down the hallway and out of sight.


If you enjoy Keef/Gaz (and you know I do), go read "Death of the Dib." It's kind of like this, except in that story, Keef gets hurt, and Gaz is even scarier. Kind of.