AN: I do not own Invader Zim.

The next day Zim was acting strangely, for Zim that is. Not that she hadn't been acting stranger for the past week or so, but now, now it was really bad. She was happy… a lot and she seemed to be distracted from the real world. Or she would just start being flustered for no apparent reason, her behavior was simply too bizarre. She bumped into people or laughed without reason, or would start humming. All of the above deeply confused Dib and as he walked down the hall he overheard some other girls talking about the same thing.

"I think Zim's sick." A blond said.

"No, I saw her when she was sick. She looked so pissed off, it was freakin' hilarious." said the red head.

"Maybe she's gone mental hanging around that Dib kid. I heard that crazy is contagious." said one who was wearing too many barrettes in her hair.

"That's stupid, crazy is not a dieses just like- Oh!" the blond exclaimed.

"Oh what, what is it?" asked the red head.

"It is what it is. She has it. You know it." the blond replied.

"How could I have not known? It's like soooooo obvious." said barrette girl.

"Yeah and she's got it…bad." The red head sighed. If Dib wasn't confused before, he certainly was now.

"Got what?" Dib asked, and now his cover was blown, the girls stared and him. "You said Zim caught something, that does she have?" Suddenly the girls busted into a fit of giggles. "What?" More giggling, it was obvious Dib was getting nowhere with these girls. All they were doing was laughing at him. He would ask Zim, but something told him she didn't quite know herself, or wouldn't tell him. Both wouldn't answer his question of what was going on. Why did everything in his life have to be harder than it needed to be? Still even in all this confusion he still kept his promise when lunch came around.

"I'm going to get a call from my tallest soon!" Zim chirped.

"Really?" Dib asked Maybe this was the cause, there was always hope.

"Yah, I'm getting my mission evaluated today. They'll call, tell me I'm amazing, and give me some more supplies!"

"What kind of supplies?" If Zim was breaking the truce, than she was going to regret it for the rest of her life.

"Oh cleansing chalk, snacks, batteries, a uniform that fits, stuff like that."

"That's good, for a second I thought you were breaking the truce." Zim snapped up at the comment, that was right, the only reason Dib was helping her was because she made him. Once the truce was over they'd be back to fighting. It made sense, after all didn't they promise each other that they would never stop fighting. There was a slight pain in her azon. Why did that keep happening? It was getting really annoying being in pain at something so trivial. At the end of the day they said their goodbyes and Dib went home. When he got however there was a surprise waiting for him in the middle of the room. A little girl with platinum curls and a frilly sky blue dress, her eyes were screens with matching blue light projected on the glass.

"Welcome back." She greeted, Dib closed the door and opened it again. Yep, she was still there.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room?"

"I am the third breed artificially intelligent android unit, you may call me Aia. I have been in your mother's family for years. I am afraid that since Lady Amalthia passed it has taken me awhile to locate you. Since you are the eldest child you are now my new master. I feel it is also my obligation to inform you some of my personality files have corrupted over time." the robot explained coolly, Dib stared at her for a moment.

"I have a robot!" Dib asked ecstatically, "I never knew that mom- you're really- will you do anything I say?"

"Within reason."

"There is an alien, Zim, she's and Irken and she will be having a mission evaluation today. If at all possible could you hack into the system so I… we can also hear the message." Oh how old habits die hard.

"I can try, but where is the feed, what will I use?"

"Here's the IP address to her main computer and my laptop!"

"Why are you preventing the Irken's mission again?"

"… to protect my home." Dib answered after much thought, "Come on, and let's see this mission evaluation."