Dreams flickered through Zims mind as he and Gaz snuggled close together. They had been asleep for about an hour and it was at least one in the morning. Zim scooted closer to Gaz. Man, she's warm, Zim thought to himself. Unlike humans, Irken are completely conscious during sleep, that way if anything happened they would instantly know what was going on. They also stayed conscious, because they have their internal clock. They learn during training how to be conscious during sleep so they can wake up on time without having to be woken up.

Gaz, on the other hand, was not conscious. For the first time in a long time, she dreamed as well. She had another reason in life, besides playing her video games and hating on Dib. She had Gir, and Zim. She loved them both, she realized. She loved Gir like a pet, but Zim was just a little different. He was more like a friend, but she wanted to be more than friends. She knew she couldn't. She couldn't let herself become attached to Zim, because she didn't want to cry if he died, or ruin Dib and Zim's friendship. Zim is Dib's best friend now, and his only friend. She can't ruin it.

What is this feeling? It's so… warm. I like it, but it's so weird. I've never felt this before. The Tallest programmed me not to feel the feelings that would be bad for me. Could I be a malfunction? Zim was overcome with joy and happiness. He thought about Gaz, and the feeling did not change. Then he thought about Dib and yet again it didn't change, but a fracture. He thought about Gir, and the feeling changed, but only slightly. He thought of his Tallest and the feelings changed completely to respect and admiration. He thought of his girls and Dax, and the feelings switched back to the warm fuzzy feeling he felt before. What's wrong with me? Zim pondered his feelings for awhile then he checked the time; 2:49. I like laying close to this warm creature, he realized. Zim's dreams flickered around in his head as he remembers all that's happened tonight. From the instrument playing to the fight to the clean-up to the time he spent with Gaz all the way back to now.

Then all of a second he realized the feelings he had; he loves his friends. Love. Love. He isn't supposed to have that emotion. Dax had it for the girls and Zim and Dax's parents. But Zim shouldn't have it. It's a sign of a defect. No! I can't be a defect! Calm down Zim! If you freak out while you're asleep you'll hurt Gaz or wake up Dib. Ok. I'm good. I just won't tell The Tallest. Yaeh! They'll never know and I won't die! Woo! Zim smiled in his sleep and snuggled even closer to the warm body next to him. I better enjoy this while I can. I'll have to move before dib wakes up. So Zim enjoyed the time he spent there next to Gaz. He could smell her sent and he felt her warmth.

I sensed her when she moved and he could tell when she moved closer to him. They snuggled in sleep for hours. It was about 6:36 when Zim woke up. "I guess I better fix this to where we look normal," he said to himself, quietly. He picked up his sleeping bag and brought it silently over to its original spot before the TV. Then he went back over to Gaz and carefully picked her up, still in her sleeping bag. She stirred and opened her eyes.

Gaz looked into his maroon eyes and smiled, as she knew that he was fixing things. She leans up and plants a small kiss on his cheek and Zim smiles back. Gaz says, "Thanks for being a good friend."

Zim flinched ever so slightly at 'friend', but he replied, "No problem. If we're friends, then why'd you kiss me just now?"

"Friends do that sometime. Just don't do that to anyone, they might think it's weird if you do it wrong!" Gaz snuggled into Zims pajamas and fell back asleep instantly. Zim set her down in her original spot and tucked her in as best he could. He leaned down and looked at her sleeping figure and brushed aside some hair that was in her face. He thought she looked so peaceful and beautiful, for a human. He, on impulse which he had been relying on for some time now, leaned in closer and placed a small kiss on her cheek; a kiss so light and graceful, she could not feel, but a brush of hot breath on her face.

"Goodnight, young child. For one day I may not be around to give you a silent kiss and night," he suddenly realized how poetic he just sounded. Maybe I'll write random poems to my friends back here while I'm out on the flight to save my Girls. Zim felt smug at the thought.

He walked over Dib and Gir, being careful not to disturb them, and he went to his sleeping bag. He got in it and fell back asleep, but this time he let himself go into an unconscious slumber, so he wouldn't have to be conscious of time ticking slowly away; he was ready for it to be morning.

He was asleep for about an hour when his watch went off; the watch that has the communicator and self destruct button. Normally, the watch would have told him someone was trying to contact the moment the house received a call from someone, and the watch would give him all the information he needed to call whoever back. But because Zim let himself go unconscious, he didn't know and now, whoever called his house is now calling his communicator.

"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!" The communicator went off loudly. Zim didn't wake up immediately, but his PAK received it and his Tallest were on the mini screen in front of him, while Zim was still asleep.

"Zim?" Purple asked.

"Ssh! Let him sleep. Obviously he is so tired he couldn't manually receive his call. And he needs all the energy he can get for the mission." Red snapped quietly at Purple.

"Ok, ok. But his house said he wasn't there. Where is he?" The communicator rose up over Zims head so the Tallest could see around the tent. "Where is he?" Purple asked again.

"I dunno, but his S.I.R. unit is over there on a human's head. And there's another female human over there." Red noted. They both looked confused. "I guess we'll ask Zim about it later." And they disconnected. The communicator disappeared again.

And time wore on…