Zim stared at Gaz's pale face as he held her, waiting for the elevator to reach it's destination. He stepped out of the trashcan (how does he and Gaz fit if they've grown) and carried her to the livingroom. Upon seeing Gir on the couch, he hissed under his breath for him to move and laid her gently on the sofa. His bed was far too inhabited by the germs he had fought off for her to sleep in.

Gir stared at his master then to Gaz, sleeping, "Can we keep her?"

Staring at the scratches on her arm, Zim thought about Gir's random question. Zim smiled, "Yes Gir. We can..."

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Obsure piano and trumpet music crowded the livingroom, making Gaz groan and flutter her eyes open in the process. She stared at the first thing she saw, Gir listening to the victorla as he scribbled on the floor and moaned, turning over to face the couch to try and sleep more. Gir, howerever, had seen her movements and was not about to let this happen.

Despite her soft growling, Gir continued to climb on the couch an onto her, latching himself around her waist, "Let's make biscuits...let's make biscuits!"

"No." Gaz hissed, eyes still closed.

Gir thought, "Waffles?"

"No."

"Pancakes?"

Sighing in defeat, she opened her eyes and looked at the SIR unit, "You're not going to leave me alone until I make something, are you?"

"Bacon?"

"That answers that..." Gaz sat up, moving Gir to her lap, "Fine, I'll make breakfast after I check on Zim."

Gaz stared at the couch and the blanket covering her, "How did I get here?"

"You walked from your house, duh..."

"No, I mean... you know, forget it."

She shoved him off and stood from the couch. After straightening the wrinkles from her dress, Gaz headed to where she last seen Zim.

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Zim sniffled as he examined a tissue closely under the microscope when he heard Gaz's voice.

"Zim... " Gaz called out as she entered the lab. Upon seeing the sought out alien, she asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Like a parcslog after sporching day..." Zim replied weakly, "But better than yesterday."

Gaz looked at the infected peice of coth he had been studying and muttered, "Maybe you shouldn't push your luck."

Zim rolled his eyes and went back to the microscope, "I am trying to find a cure, if not at least a vaccine, for this germ your planet calls... influenza..."

Gaz snorted, "Just do what humans do. Wait it out. Eventually it will go away."

"I can't wait till eventually, I'm miserable!" Zim whined.

Gaz smiled, " Misery loves company... Have you checked your temperature?"

"Yes, the fever is down to 100.1."

"And you're whining?"

"No, Zim is sick, not whining." He hissed, sticking his tongue out.

Gaz smirked and walked away, "Okay, you're sick... but you're still a whiner."

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Gaz ended up making biscuits, pancakes, and bacon with Gir. She relunctuntly agreed to let him help her, but every now and then she would catch him trying to sneak soap in the pancake batter.

She sat with Gir, eating breakfast when Zim came in. Gir held up his plate, "They're better than waffles... and so beautiful!"

"Lies..." He took Gir's plate and ignored his crying as he took a bite, "Ooh, these are good. Almost like waffles, but not."

Tired of Gir's crying, Gaz forfeited her plate to him. She wasn't hungry anyways. She scowled as Zim took a seat next to her, eating his pancakes. Gaz looked at him, thinking, "What is the food like from your planet?"

"Wha?.."

"Is the food sweeter than Earth food, is that why you like things like waffles and pancakes?"

Zim swallowed his mouthful and nodded, "Yes... Irk had long exausted it's natural resources, so we only had a few crops left on other ally planets. Then they tried to hold Irk hostage with this. Those were the first planets invaded. But we still keep rations on our food, which is mostly manufactured on different planets."

"So, that's why you just mainly packed those small snacks, those are rations?"

Zim nodded, "If you want to compare Irk food and Earth food, eat pure sugar then eat those yellow sour fruits." (I like lemons)

Gaz stared at him as he scarfed down the pancakes and all the biscuits and said dryly, "I'm so glad you're appetite has returned."

Zim eyed her and sniffed, "Use your sarcasm all you like, Gaz-human, we both know you are fond of me. You didn't let me die..."

"Wrong. I didn't let me die. But I am growing awfully fond of Gir and Mini-moose."

Hearing this, Gir stopped eatting and threw his hands in the air, "YAY!"

Zim narrowed his eyes at Gir, and Gaz sensing the danger he was in reminded him, "Gir, weren't you scribbling on the floor earlier? Remember I said that whenever you make a mess you will help clean it?"

"I DON'T WANNA!"

"What did you just say?" Gaz demanded, her eyes blazing at Gir's defiance.

"I said I DON'T WANNA!"

"Too bad, you're cleaning it!"

"Ok!" Gir said cheerfully and leaving to obey the order.

Gaz sighed as the mentally challenged robot left and began to clean up. She scowled as she scrubbed where Gir had been eating, a syrupy mess remaining. Zim interupted her thoughts, reaching over the table to gently grab her arm, "Zim did that? I don't remember...Does it hurt?"

Gaz pulled away, "Don't do that."

Zim froze, confused.

"You do not trust Zim?"

"Not... really." Gaz admitted.

"Even when I trust you with my base, Gir and life?"

"That's you... and still probally a bad idea in end. This is me we're talking about."

"Because Dib has been filling your head with lies, no doubt."

Gaz took his now empty plate and put it in the sink, "No. I just don't want to trust you. I'm not stupid."

Zim smiled a bit and stood, leaning against the table, "You will eventually. Just remember, I am an invader, Gaz. If I can't earn your trust, I will take it."

Gaz glared at him and before smirking, "Keep talking, Zim. You're bound to gain my trust with sweet words like that..." With that, she left the room to see if Gir had done what she asked.

Zim froze, standing still for several moments then calling out, "Were you using the sarcasm you're so fond of?"

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Congratulations, you survived another chapter. You can now join the NAKEY PARTY! *pulls clothes off and dances* sorry this one's so short and crappy. But I promise to make it up to you. but i am having so much fun I decided that I'm doing a series, Iz in the 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's and grand finale... ZIM IN THE WILD WILD WEST