Sexual tests and radioactive murders? Yay! And how's Gaz going to react to Gir's outburst? She's not!

"I have to go to the bathroom."
"Are you going to go Ultra Peepee? *snicker*"
"Yes. It will be fuzzy and everything."
"Oh my god, EW!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA"
-Me pwning my sister while making Invader Zim references

Enjoy.

Chapter 10
"Explanations Owed"

"Kill it! KILL IT!" Zim was shrieking when Gaz and Minnie-Moose entered the house. They shared a look between the two before entering the house further to investigate what was going on. Gaz dropped her duffel bag that she'd purposefully forgotten for this specific trip by the door, poking her head into the family room to see what Zim wanted killed and why.

Gir was curled up atop the bookcase, screaming as he pointed at his Master, limbs flailing in panic. By now Zim had also graduated to screaming and flailing but he was running around in a circle as he did so. She watched this for a few times before sticking her leg out. Zim, of course, tripped on it, falling face-first into the ground. He groaned as he sat up, in pain from his face colliding with the floor and still shaking with fear. He had momentarily forgotten what was frightening him so when Gaz gripped the collar of his shirt, hoisting him up until he was eye-level with her. His heart seized. Was she still mad about what Gir had said?

"What are you yelling about?" She demanded, confused.

Zim blinked a few times, unable to think particularly clearly with the head bash and at being in such a close proximity to her. Thankfully, Gir, jumping to his feet in terror, answered for his Master. "It's a spider! A SPIDER!"

Gaz rolled her eyes. "Where?"

"Do. Not. Touch it." Zim hissed at her, terrified as he shakily pointed at his neck. "It's an experiment of mine I've been working on. Whoever it bites will implode upon themselves!"

But Gaz was no longer paying attention, now that she had located the source of the screaming. She lifted her hand and with snake-like reflexes, and a moment later, it shot out and slapped the radioactive spider away from Zim's neck and into a wall, effectively killing it, as its liquid innards fell around it as it slid to the floor.

"There, I killed it, see? Now shut up." Gaz snapped at Zim, dropping him to pick up her bag instead.

Zim crawled on his knees, picking up the dead bug in both of his hands and throwing his head back as he screamed, "NOOOOOOO!"

Gaz groaned. "What now?"

"My experiment," Zim said pitifully, holding the bug out to her. She grimaced at it in disgust. "Months of work killed in an instant! Oh why, cruel world! WHHHYYYYY?"

She smacked him. "Stop yelling! You're giving me a headache." Gaz added, touching her forehead where it was starting to pulse.

Zim immediately discarded the carcass, wiping his hands on his pants before examining her face. He started to reach towards it with one hand. "How much does your head hurt, exactly?"

Gaz made a face and slapped his hand recoiled immediately, clutching it with the other one. "It's not the LEECHY. You're just annoying me."

"Oh," Zim replied, dejected. Then his antenna lifted again. "Oh! That reminds me, we need to commence in the test I set up."

"Which would be . . .?" Gaz replied, waiting for the answer.

Zim decided to start with his train of thought, so she wouldn't be so against it. "I have deduced that adrenaline release has had something to do with the activation of the LEECHY. Yet despite this I do not know why the LEECHY did not activate during other times you exerted effort. Such as your run from those men or your dance class."

Gaz's brow rose. "So you want me to what, go on a treadmill?"

"No." Zim replied, shaking his head. "I have the data from both your run and obviously from your recent car endeavor, even if the run was a day late. However-."

"You want me to dance, then." Gaz finished, crossing her arms with a smirk. "You know, on my planet, Zim, asking a girl to dance for you is actually pretty creepy."

Zim scowled, desperately trying to keep his bodily functions under control. "If you wish to leave the type of your adrenaline unknown, to pass out at whatever time, be my guest." Then he smirked back at her. "Zim has a suspicion that you simply wish to sleep on my lap again, Gaz-human. It's unlikely, I'll admit, but I'm sure if you try hard enough-."

"Fine!" Gaz barked back at him, hands clenched into fists at his joke. She whirled around. "I brought my CD anyways. I'm going to go change. You want to do the test in your lab, right?"

"Preferably," Zim replied. "What do you need the CD for?"

"I can't just dance without music," Gaz snapped back.

Zim shrugged. "Very well. I shall meet you there in exactly ten minutes. Bring your little CD and Zim will play it on the lab's radio transmitter."

Gaz nodded and left the room, already running her hands through her hair. It was good thing she'd brought her stuff this morning, otherwise she would have had to grab her shampoo and stuff after she was tired and disgusting, because there was no way she was sending anyone else to go get it. Gaz ducked into her room and threw the duffel bag on the bed before going over and tossing on an outfit normally reserved for her dance classes. She scowled at how much leg the shorts showed, though it had never bothered her before. Maybe it was because Zim had recently been accused of having a crush on her. But then smirking she decided, well, if he liked her, he was probably really hating himself for it.

All the better to taunt him with what he couldn't have.

So she slipped on the black, jean cutoffs and a dark red tank-top. If she'd have had longer hair she would've put it up in a ponytail, but Gaz had always kept her hair short and as out of her face as possible, to avoid the necessity of hair-ties. She glanced at the toilet, crossing her arms. Zim always used the elevator with her but the toilet when alone. She wondered if that's what you were supposed to do when alone but decided against it.

"Eh, Computer?" She called. A beep was heard. "Take me to the lab."

"Mkay." It replied lazily, and a robot tube moved her over to the correct positioning before lowering her into the ground. She looked around at the lights around her like usual, CD on one of her fingers like a ring. When she came out of the elevator, Gir and Minnie-Moose had joined Zim, who had cleared a majority of the lab to give her space. He glanced at her and turned around, holding out his gloved hand.

"Give me the disk," He ordered, only half-paying attention to her as he looked at the screen.

Gaz did so and he slipped it into a slot.

"Loading." The computer informed them.

Zim picked up something from a shelf. It looked like a piece of technology the size of a button. Before she could protest or even ask what the little thing was Zim spun around and slipped the left thin strap of her shirt off, along with her bra strap (though she was pretty sure that one was on accident). Gaz's eyes widened but before she could demand an explanation Zim stuck the device right about where her heart was. He then turned away from her, not even bothering to replace the straps. "Keep that on. It will help me monitor your heart-rate."

Gaz shrugged back into her shirt, glaring viciously at Zim. "The next time you want to remove a piece of my shirt, ask."

Zim turned and gave her a look she could not read. However it didn't take much when his eyes flicker over her torso slowly and far longer then necessary, if he was examining her for medical purposes. Whether he stopped because she growled or because he was done looking at her but nonetheless he did stop checking her out. However she blushed madly with embarrassment at what she had thought was a scathing comment when Zim answered her with an indifferent one.

"I'll keep that in mind," Zim said kindly, in a leering sort of cryptic way. Gaz regretted taunting him immediately, looking down at the floor and crossing her arms tightly. Zim smirked at her insecure expression before laughing. "What's the matter, Gaz-human? Only just now realizing you aren't such a little girl anymore?"

Gaz scowled up at him, immediately on the defensive. "And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?"

Zim gave her a smug look. "Oh, I think you already know, Gaz-human." His mouth curved upwards in a vampire-like sneer. "It's kind of hard not to notice."

She hissed at him, hand curling into a fist. "Why you-!"

"Download complete." The computer interrupted. "Play song?"

"Yes," Gaz growled, shaking her hair out a little bit. "Geez, Zim. Just because you have a thing for me doesn't mean you have to be a creep about it."

Zim pondered this comment a moment, glaring at her. "Zim doesn't have 'a thing' for anyone! Especially not you, worthless creature of my personal torment!"

She snorted at him. "Yeah, right. Whatever."

"I don't!" He shouted as she walked away.

"Mhm, whatever you say, Zim. Whatever you say," She called, knowing full well how irritating she was being.

Zim growled, hitting a button as he tried to calm himself. "I've converted a part of the lab into a dance studio to help you be as accurate as possible for examination and study. . . Try to get into the mood, so to speak." Zim added, regaining his previous smugness. He wasn't quite sure why he was acting so hastily. He guessed it was more of a defense and he had truly stopped caring, now that Gir had already told her. It was best to leave it out in the open to play with then keep it bottled inside before he exploded from the frustration. Maybe if he was lucky (N/A not GOT lucky, hehehe) she'd decide to do something with it.

Zim didn't mind being used if he got something out of it. Besides, anything Gaz wanted was normally in the same interests as his anyways (world destruction, human annihilation, etc.) so she would be using him for the greater evil. The thought made him smile a little more as the four walls surrounded Gaz, one of them a mirror wall and the one across from it having a ballet bar. Zim knew he knew what kind of dance Gaz participated in, but he couldn't let her know that!

"You may start when you like," Zim informed her just as the music started. Gir squeaked happily, hopping into the virtual studio as well. "Gir! Get back here!"

"It's fine," Gaz insisted, stretching her limbs out. "I don't care."

Gir clapped his joy, dancing on the opposite side of the room as he gave her space to dance. She had about ten songs or so to entertain herself, each remixed to fit her dance group's preferences. When she had finished stretching half of the song currently playing was already over. "And how long do you want me to do this?"

"About as long as an average class takes," Zim replied. "There's a digital clock in the corner over there if you need to consult the time."

Gaz sighed. Might as well start, she thought to herself as she stood up and moved into the starting position.

It was taking all of Zim's efforts to focus on the data comparisons and not even take a peek over at where Gaz was dancing, specifically for him, even if it was in research form. Would she still be trying to taunt him? Zim couldn't handle her dancing, especially if she was worse then usual. Any other form of teasing he could handle himself but something that hit too close to home would just giver her an unfair advantage. So he trained his eyes on the data, twitching a little as he refused to look down at Gaz from his high angle on his seat, suspended in the air. The perfect viewing spot when it was the last thing he wanted to do. He cursed his bad luck.

Gaz took a minor break for one of the songs. She looked at Gir in confusion to see he was copying her routine, but not the ones she had already done. It was the one they were practicing in in class. But how would Gir know that?

However, suspicious, Gaz said, "Gir?"

"Mm?" He asked, getting his groove on as he did a back-flip and landed in front of her, arms in the air in triumph. "Ta-da!"

"Impressive," She commented, patting him on the head. "Hey Gir, can I ask you something?"

"Okey dokey," Gir replied, plopping down in front of her.

Gaz smiled her best disarming smile, which looked a bit strained but otherwise perfect. It won over Gir immediately. "How is it you know my routine, Gir?"

Gir grimaced, saddened. "The Master said I couldn't tell . . ." Then his expression brightened. "Wait a minute . . . No he didn't!"

"Then tell me," Gaz insisted, curious now with an irritated suspicion. And sucking up her pride she added, "Please?"

Gir beamed. "The Master pulled his satellite to watch you dance, to entertain me!"

Gaz's eyes widened. She leaned towards him, speaking quicker now that the song was a third over. "And did he watch too?"

"Mhm," Gir confirmed with a cheerful nod. Then he giggled. "He didn't look to well afterwords though. He said he'd be fine though, so long as he didn't watch you dance again."

Her eyes narrowed at where Zim was, up in his chair. It was then she noticed how he was shaking slightly, as if putting some type of intense strain on himself. She smirked a little bit, a plan coming to mind. "He did, did he?"

"Yup!" Gir replied before going back over to the other side of the room, humming to a beat that didn't even match the songs beat.

Gaz got up, trying to figure out how she was going to get him to look. Then she smirked. "Hey, Zim!"

He very slowly turned his head towards her. When he did and saw she was immobile, he gave an inward sigh of relief. "Yes, little worm-baby?"

Her eyes narrowed a little. She didn't have to fight now to keep the smirk off of her face. "What kind of dancing am I supposed to do? You never specified."

"There's . . . " He swallowed before continuing. "Different . . . types?"

Gaz nodded, rolling her eyes at his ignorance. "Yes, there's a few. What kinds did you want me to do?"

"Uh, whichever you do during dance class." Zim replied, nervously.

She frowned. "Some exert more energy then others, Zim. Like this, for example." Gaz dropped into the splits, fighting a vicious grin as Zim's eyes widened and he froze, looking down at her from his chair. "Doesn't take as much energy as this." Gaz pulled herself on her arms until her legs could straighten out, flipping her air up as she came into a standing position.

Zim visibly paled a moment before he pulled at the collar of his shirt. "Uh, it's not necessary to show me what-."

"Well then answer the stupid question: More physical exertion or less."

And Zim had to admit the second move had really been the thing to spike his blood. He quickly looked away and replied, cursing himself for it. "More."

Gaz sneered, knowing she had gotten to him. "Fine."

This went on the rest of the "practice" and Gaz faced the mirror, her back to Zim, but still able to see him. She noticed he was continually shooting glances her away, like some type of guilty pleasure. Gaz looked towards the clock. If this was a real class, since she'd already been doing it for about an hour and a half, she had about another half an hour to go. She wondered if Zim was even paying attention to her data anymore because he was looking more frequently and for longer periods of time.

She almost pitied him, for once liking the fact she could be considered attractive when she wanted to be.

By the time she was finished Zim was squirming in his seat. She stopped tiredly, stretching out her limbs again before they stiffened up.

"C-Computer," Zim stuttered, and he slapped his hand to his forehead for it. He dragged it dejectedly down his face before continuing, "Remove disk from hard-drive and scan the Gaz female for finishing comparison in adrenaline."

Gaz looked up and crossed her arms, holding still as a purple grid ran along. "What's with the color change? These things are normally red."

"Red is for a singular scan check. Purple is a comparison analyzer, specifically searching for the keys factors that could differentiate from the others," Zim informed. He clicked the button again and the walls lifted, the temporary studio disappearing into the lab walls. When the scan was done Gaz ran her hand through her hair, scowling at the sweat on it. As Zim approached her he too scowled, removing the button thing. "Ugh, Gaz-human, you smell like you did after Zim saved you."

"Again: sweat," she hissed, heading towards the elevator. "I'm going to go change and shower." She shot Zim a cheeky sneer. "Wanna watch?"

Zim scoffed at her. "Why would Zim want to watch you purge yourself of smelly liquids with poisonous ones?"

Gaz shrugged as she entered the elevator, her back to him. "Oh, I don't know," And then she shot him the sneer over her shoulder. "Because you like to watch me dance."

"For medical purposes!" Zim shouted at her.

She nodded, "I don't think the satellite viewing counts as medical."

Zim was paralyzed then as she ascended. The only thing that snapped him out of it was seeing the tube that he had blocked off from all the others, and it was also clear, shooting water through it. He shivered in fear, knowing he had skipped his glue shower this morning. Being reminded of this he walked over to it, desperate to shove the thought of Gaz's offer from his mind as he applied the protective lining on himself.

And meanwhile, while all of this was happening, Dib was on a jet he'd borrow from his dad back home, on the excuse he and Gaz had obtained a sudden homesickness and couldn't hope to stay through tomorrow, or the rest of the trip. He'd taken the robot home, with plans to confront Zim about it. As he'd snagged Robot Gaz's bags with his own he was surprised to find how light they were, opening them to find nothing.

He had scowled. "Of course." Before slamming them shut.

Dib was flying solo, as it was a one passenger jet. As his home came into view he grinned evilly, "Get ready for a surprise visit Zim." And then his face turned serious. "Don't you worry Gaz, I'm coming to saaavveee yoooouuuu!" He shouted, pointing one finger in the air. Then he scowled, adjusting the controls for a landing. "Wow, I really need to stop talking to myself."

AhAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Till next time.