Everyone cheered as the cheerleaders entered the basketball court, their hair bouncing as they ran in. A few of the girls did cartwheels as a song began. It was a remix of the song Poison. Zim and Zita were at the front of the cheerleaders, wearing the cutest clothes.

The two girls thrust their hips to the left and put their pompoms to the right, pausing as the music dropped.

And then they started to do the routine, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

Dib sat in the crowd watching Zim cheer. He didn't like the way everyone was staring at Zim. It made him uncomfortable.

Zim was having so much fun do the routine, he totally forgot about all the worry about him being pregnant.

A teenage boy, who was sitting next to Dib, nudged Dib, smirking. "You're dating Zima, correct?" he asked Dib.

Dib blushed. "Yeah..."

The boy whistled. "Dude! She's so hot! I mean, just look at her!"

Dib looked back at the cheerleaders and his eyes landed on his beautiful boyfriend who was disguised as a girl. "Yeah... she something, alright. Sometimes I can't believe she's mine."

"Be careful, I know some dudes who want to get a hold of some of that ass." the guy warned before he went back to watching the cheerleaders, no longer willing to speak to Dib.

Dib frowned, but when back to watching Zim.

Zita grabbed Zim for the finally; Zim being tossed into the air. No one was worried as they grabbed Zim and started to finish the routine.

The pushed Zim into the air and Zim did a flip like he was supposed to. But, instead of like the other times they'd done this, one of the girls didn't catch Zim on time and Zim fell backwards, a shrill scream coming from his lip-glossed mouth.

Dib stood as soon as he saw it coming. Before anyone could stop him, he was racing down to Zim's side as Zim sat up with a whimper, cheerleaders surrounding him with worry.

The song ended just as Dib reached Zim, moving the cheerleaders aside.

"Zim! Are you alright?" he demanded as he crouched down to take Zim into his arms.

Zim sniffled as he held his arm. "I think I broke it!" he cried.

A school nurse shoved Dib away as she came through, telling Dib that he needed to leave.

Dib ignored her, suddenly panicking about the fact that they might take Zim to the hospital.

Zim had the same worry, so he stood up and smiled to the nurse, trying to seem alright. "I'm fine, really." he tried to assure the nurse.

"Let me just take a look." the nurse pried.

Zim knew he was screwed, because if she looked at his arm she'd see that it was broken. He didn't need that. If he was taken to a hospital they'd find out that he was an alien.

"I'm fine, really." he growled, shoving her away and grabbing Dib by his trench coat and pulling him out of the basketball court.

Zita ran after them. "Zim! If you're fine, then why are you leaving?" she asked, bouncing when she ran.

Zim stiffened before turning on Zita. Without thinking, and in too much pain to even think properly, Zim pinned Zita to the wall with his spider-like mechanical legs.

"Bitch, I'm TRHOUGH with you! Stop pestering me!" he screamed at her, glad the double doors to the basketball court were closed.

Dib grabbed Zim and ripped him away from Zita, who's eyes were wide with horror.

"Let's just go, Zim." he tried to put some sense into the alien.

Zim retracted his mechanical legs at Dib's touch, but wanted nothing more then to punch Dib in the face for no apparent reason.

Without warning, Zim collapsed from the pain of his broken arm, making Dib catch him.

"If you tell anyone... Zim will come after you. Now leave!" Dib hissed at Zita, who was still standing frozen at the wall as it started to rain.

Dib held Zim close as he rushed towards the car, wanting to get Zim fixed up as fast as possible.

Zita stood there in the rain for a good while, staring after Dib's car – even after it left.

She didn't know what to do. Was Zima... human?

"Zita, darling, come back inside." the cheerleading couch came out to finally tell her.

"That would be for the best..." she said, sounding dead.

Meanwhile, Dib rushed Zim into Zim's base, having become familiar with the strange structure. He laid Zim on the couch and didn't hear the computer monitor on. Or see it, for that matter.

He ran into the kitchen and searched for something to hold Zim's arm together until it healed.

Dib found a long wooden spoon, he decided to use that. He pulled the ribbon from a apron off before he rushed back to Zim.

He straitened Zim's arm and pressed the spoon against it, wrapping the spoon and Zim's arm with the ribbon.

Zim started to wake, eyes looking around with a dazed expression. "P-Purple?" he said, which made Dib stare at him with confusion.

Zim shot up straight and stared past Dib, at the monitor over the TV.

"Tallest Purple! I'm sorry... I was... eh..." he looked at Dib for help, only then realizing that Dib shouldn't be seen by the Tallest. "Oh Irk..." he whispered with wide eyes.

"Zim. I saw the whole thing." Purple made a odd face. "But why is a...alien helping you?"

Zim glanced from Dib to Purple, not sure what to say. "Um... I...Um..." he didn't know what to say. "Dib! Go to the lab and stay there until I tell you to come out." Zim yelled with panic, not sure what else to do but pretend he was Dib's master.

Dib stared at Zim with pure confusion, not sure what to do.

"NOW!" Zim screamed, slapping Dib in the face.

Dib stood abruptly and stormed away, his face blank. Zim instantly felt bad.

He looked up at Purple. "Um..." he still didn't know what to say.

Purple looked suspicious. "Are you..." he started, but was cut off by Zim.

"NO! I'm merely using the beast. He means nothing to me." he said with all seriousness, trying to convince his leader.

Purple sighed with relief. "Thank Irk, I was really worried." he smirked evilly to Zim. "Watchya wearing?"

Zim looked down and wanted to curse himself. It was bad enough that his arm was throbbing and that his leader had called, but adding this to it all? That was just torture.

"Um... A earthling's outfit..." he said, spinning around so that his leader could see the whole thing.

"Niceee." Purple said, seeming intrigued.

Zim felt awkward. "Eh... It's nothing special. It's actually considered modest on this planet." he shrugged.

"Oh really? Interesting. You're practically naked." his leader was starting to get on Zim's nerves.

"Um... How are you and Red?" Zim asked, changing the subject.

Purple rolled his eyes, knowing this was coming. "He's apologized... but that doesn't mean a thing. He still cheated."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's not your job to be sorry. You're job is to conquer Earth." Purple said sternly, eyes narrowing.

Zim nodded. "I'm coming up with a friend right now. I just have to get rid of my human pet so that he does not try to stop me."

"I see, I see... Well... Then get to it." Purple said before turning off the transmission.

Zim started to relax before the door to the lab was thrown open and Dib stormed out. Zim stood, feeling much better now that Dib was in the room. "Dib..." he started to smile. He was going to thank him before Dib cut him off.

"Don't 'Dib' me. You lied! Everything you said was a lie!" he shoved Zim away from him and started toward the door.

"Dib! Listen to me! I was only saying that so that -"

Dib spun around, anger clear on his face. "Are you lying to me again?" he demanded, grabbing Zim by the throat and pinning him to the wall.

Zim panicked, but did not use his mechanical legs to assist him. "Why would I lie to you?"

"You're lying now!" he reared his fist back to punch Zim in the face.

Zim flinched and turned his head to the side, in fear of being punched.

The pain blasted through his face and he felt like he was back in training camp as he fell to the ground with a weak yelp.

Zim held his face as he looked up at Dib with tears in his eyes.

"I'm just your pet? Someone you need to get rid of? Fine. Then you better except me as a enemy, because after tonight...I will never stop from trying to get rid of YOU from this planet." Dib yelled at Zim, tears filling his eyes. "I thought you loved me, Zim, but I guess I was wrong..." he clenched his fists before he turned and stormed out of the base.

Zim stared after him, wanting to chase after him, but not wanting to get hurt again.

He gave up and curled into a ball on the floor, starting to cry.