Whooa! :DD Just a nice thank you to all your speedy reviews everyone! Happy Spring Break for those who have it this week like meee! XD

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RawrMeansRawrB1tch - O yeahhh I remember! Oh well, we can pretend Gaz is in a different grade. Thanks btw :)

JaedtheEcho - So you had to read it but you couldn't read it? I'm confused. But anyway, thankyou for reassuring me of that! :D

Moth Mask - If you mean making them an alien or messenger ghost in disguise DON'T WORRY. These two are flat characters all the way if that's what you meant.

Invader jrek - As explained, Dib will return as a Dib-ghost. As for the details, you will have to be patient, ok?

Invader Neo - You reviewed at a great time :) Thank you!

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Gaz jolted her head up. She was barely alarmed, since it was quite normal for her to be rudely disturbed. It wasn't normal for her to sleep in class. She usually just stared around, drew stuff, or listened to the teacher. Really, their speeches about spider dissection in the early 1900s wasn't all that bad. But then there would be times where Mr. Gardner would talk about real science stuff, like animal science or study of the human body, which was normal...but not nearly as interesting. She had gotten away with sleeping through the entire class, and she had to admit, she felt better. She was more awake and more alert as she flung out of her desk to go home. But when she stepped out into the hall, something or someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hello, Gaz!" Gaz turned around to see Drey, a wide smile stretching on his smooth face from ear to ear. She instantly got another pinch of nausea in her stomach. It must be the millionth time she'd seen him this insanely happy. Was he frozen in that stupid look? "Soo...ummm...I wanted to know if maybe you wanted to hang out some time." he chuckled nervously.

Gaz raised an eyebrow. "No," she said simply before walking away.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she heard a group of boys howl in the background.

"Aww, come on!" Drey ran to catch up with Gaz as she pushed open the double doors. He came a little too close for comfort but Gaz didn't look at him. "I know it'll be fun! You just...just seem like you need a friend is all."

Gaz stopped, holding the door half open. She turned to watch Drey's expression. He looked hopeful and a little desperate. His mouth was turned down at the corners, and his eyes averted from hers. Finally.

"Please," he said almost as if trying to be more polite, his hand twitching nervously to touch her wrist.

"Let me ask you something. What is your motive in this? Why do you want to be around me so bad.

Drey stopped short, drooping his hand. He stared down at the floor, his eyes rolling to the corners. "I...just..."

"Come on, Drey." Max patted Drey's slumped shoulder, suddenly behind him. "Leave the girl alone. You just met her." Max pursuaded Drey, obviously not considering how embarrassed he already was. The twitch in his eye basically said he didn't want the creepy gloom and doom girl around that often.

Gaz didn't even look at Max; when she heard the words, she took the opportunity to escape the awkward moment.

As she padded slowly down the sidewalk, she unintentionally replayed the scene. It was the first time any guy had ever asked to hang out with her. And it seemed her unfriendliness didn't turn him away like Max and all the other boys. She didn't even have to act different, and here was a nice guy on a silver platter.

He just doesn't seem like your everday idiot, Gaz thought. I wonder if...NO. I would never consider that.

Gaz walked fast on her way home, counting the lines she stepped over on the sidewalk. Maybe if she excersized her brain again, she could feel normal again. She could give Zim a call, force him to wacth another disturbingly creepy horror movie and enjoy his suffering. Yes, that could help.

When Gaz got home, she was ready to go straight to the house phone. She didn't realize she slammed the door.

"Goodness!" Gaz heard her dad yell from the kitchen. Gaz ignored him, and picked up the shiny home phone (courtious of Membrane technology). She quickly dialed the number without having to remember. Then she waited.

The phone rang for a while, and finally picked up on the voicemail. Of course, Zim didn't record one; he hadn't made it that far yet, as far as she knew. But Gaz didn't really listen to his rants, even if they were just on occassions. Irritated, Gaz dialed Zim's number again, and when it didn't answer, she dialed it a third time.

Nothing.

Gaz groaned, suddenly frustrated, and slammed the phone on the receiver. She went to peek in the kitchen to see her father sitting with his legs crossed at the round kitchen table. He wasthinking hard with his hand clenching a fancy pen that hovered slightly over a stack of papers that could evidentally save the world.

"Dad, can we go to Bloaties?" Gaz asked.

"Hmm...well..." Membrane put down his pen and tapped a small screen on his arm. "Mark, how is my schedule looking?"

"Busy! Quite busy!" The voice of said Mark exclaimed through the screen. There was a pause of the man humming in tune of a song as he most likelywas looking through schedules. Then his voice rang out again. "Something is open for today, actually. And then tomorrow you have to be at the White House for a meeting with President Man."

"Oh. Alright," Membrane said like it didn't matter if he was gone for a year. He tapped the screen to shut off the communication link and flashed his goggles to Gaz.

"Alright, Gaz! We will eat a family dinner." he said. Suddenly he eyed the space beside her. "Say, where is your brother?"

Gaz froze. What could she tell him this time? Obviously he couldn't still be with Zim.

"He's been gone for at least a week it seems," Membrane pondered.

"He hasn't been here for months, Dad," Gaz corrected. Seriously, how could he be that off?

Proffessor Membrane then froze himself. There was some silence before he kneeled down by his daughter, his goggles staring intently into Gaz's face. "And where is he, then?"

Gaz frowned and crossed her arms. "I don't know," she said, averting her gaze. She really didn't want to be on this topic.

"Really, now? If that is all, then why didn't you just say something?" the Proffessor pulled Gaz up to sit on his shoulder. He extended a gloved finger to the air dramatically. "Time for science!"

As Membrane went to the stairs leading to his lab, Gaz huffed on his shoulder, a bit disappointed in not being able to go to Bloaty's. But this also gave the smallest spark of hope. What could her dad possibly have in mind for locating Dib? She had tried day on and day off for weeks before she had given up and went to Zim. Of course, that didn't get her far enough either,and zim was supposed to be a big time scientist. Smarter and older than Proffessor Membrane. Boy, was that a big load. Not that she hadn't known this all along. That Zim was just stupid, and a liar. For one thing, Dib was not dead.

Gaz watched her dad's eager face, eager for science. She doubted he cared more about finding Dib than finding an answer. In a way, Gaz thought her dad was very smart, and he could fix a few things for sure. Even if he didn't really care, there was still a good possibility of finding her lost brother.

It's so boring without Dib. I wish he would stop playing games and come home already. Moron. He got himself in this mess, and now he better hope dad can fix whatever idiotic thing he's screwed with now.

Membrane set Gaz down on the table by his work space. He tapped on a glowing monitor, dialed in a code and finally hit an important looking button. Gaz raised an eyebrow at the big waiting dots on the screen as Membrane stared.

After a few minutes Gaz finally asked, "What are you doing, Dad?"

Membrane broke out of his daze. "Oh, the scientific solution of course!" he proclaimed, but gave no further detail.

Gaz just watched him stare expectantly for the next five minutes at the unchanging screen. Gaz stared around at random equipment in the huge, advanced lab you wouldn't expect to see in a basement, as she waited for something to happen.

Membrane looked intent in his still stare. He seemed like a statue, completely unmoving, until finally, he brought a hand up to rub the front of his collar where his chin should be. "Hmmm..." He looked a little confused, but not really bewildered. Gaz knew he held high expectations for his equipment to always get the job done right, or else he wouldn't be the best scientist in the world! "I wonder what is going wrong..." Membrane said, looking a little scared.

"Subject: DIB not found." the monitor confirmed.

"WHAAT?" Membrane whailed, now completely shocked. "WHERE DID I GO WRONG?"

Gaz barely noticed her father. She was unmoving with her mouth slightly gaping, eyes wide open. "I...don't believe it."

She remembered back to when she was in the lab with Zim, and he was desperately trying to convince that Dib wasn't lost. Dib was dead. Dead. Could it really be true now? Could a crazy and stupid alien like Zim possibly be right? Out of everything of humans he claimed to know, how much he claimed to study, he didn't even know the physical difference between males and females. But then again, Zim was almost as obsessed with Dib as he was of Zim. Not too close but close enough.

Gaz sat and thought hard-for the first time-about the facts. She recalled the last day she saw Dib.

"Hey, Gaz, did you grab those photos of Zim for me to show them to my class?" Dib asked Gaz as he slung his book bag on for school. He took half a swig of his orange juice on the kitchen table and then threw it in the sink.

" No. I already told you I'm not messing with your alien-obsessions," Gaz replied, pulling the straps of her book bag on too.

She pushed the door open before she could hear an answer. She walked slowly down the drive-way, knowing Dib would take a minute to get his photos. When she reached the curb at her turtle pace, she stood there to wait a few seconds longer. Gaz growled impatiently and stormed back through the front door, fists clenched.

"Come on Dib! I won't be late because of you."

"I'm coming, Gaz!" Dib called from upstairs. Then there was a crash and a yelp, then Dib was suddenly rolling down the stairs. He stood up quickly, having always been real immuned to pain, and trotted with Gaz out the door.

"I know this will get everyone's attention!" Dib said excitedly as usual, waving another yet to fail plan in his hand. "If I can just find some way to keep Zim...hmm, but I don't think duct tape really works like on the shows..."

Gaz stopped listening to Dib's ramble. She never cared about anything he said that was about the paranormal, especially about Zim. She had become quite skilled at tuning him out over the years. But then...

Whaap!

"Hahahahahaha! I've beaten you to your foolish game, Dib! Victory for Ziiimm!" Zim had swooped by and snatched the pictures out of Dib's extended hand, and he was now standing in front of the two. He smirked at Dib evil, glancing at the pictures he held. "And what is this, might I ask? Eh? Eh? Another attempt to rid me of my disguise?"

"Well, duh," Dib said. "Now give them back!" Dib lunged at Zim and the two rolled and wrestled on the ground, Dib spitting out blades of grass as his face got shoved down.

Gaz just walked around, listening tothe sounds of yelps and angry grumbles as the match went on. Again, this is what she dealt with every morning.

But that was the last time she saw Dib.

Gaz kicked the table behind her heel. She was suddenly boiling mad at an occuring thought. She wasn't upset that she treated Dib like trash on that last day, not like any other pitiful person would be. When she went home from school that day, she had heard that Dib and Zim got in a fight during class. But no details.

"Why? Why? WHY? WHY? WHHHYYYY!" Membrane's rant leaked back into Gaz's thoughts, and suddenly Gaz flung herself off the table and stomped up to the living room. She grabbed the phone again and punched in Zim's number. Again, no answer.

Fine. She would just go over there tomorrow. The facts had been there all along, and the facts couldn't be ignored. No details were needed to hint enough of a clue. The charades were over. No wonder Zim acted like he was going along with helping Gaz find Dib, not that she gave him much of a choice. But he still acted weird, and now she knew why.

It was time to have a serious talk with that alien.

Weren't expecting me this early, huh? =D

So I have a little 'nouncement to make: I am currently almost finished with a sketch of Drey and Max if you guys want to get a clear idea on how they look. PS i also suspect some of you might be thinking Drey and Max will end up as some alien species disguised to try and fit in with another planet or something along those lines. WRONG. Those guys are completely flat characters through the whole story. You might see some details about their life but THAT IS ALL. And-SPOILER-Gaz's POV will not drag on long. I just want you guys to have a little bit of insight on her for future purposes.

Thanks a lot everyone ;)

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