Gaz was sleeping soundly in the plushy hotel bed with a smile on her face and she slept well. Why not? After their initial first romp in the cave that very night Zim had been quite the animal and had gone through two more rounds with her. He had to carry her home because she was drained and exhausted entirely, plus her legs might as well be broken for how useless they were. His endless plundering of her body rendered her too tired to even change yet again so she just went commando and wore her purple cover up. Zim did his usual watching of her as she slept, sighing over and over, twirling his fingers around stray strands of her hair, and gazing upon her as if she was his entire world.

"I'm the luckiest Irken alive to have her," He told himself though the computer could hear him, so it responded softly.

"Did you two have a nice time?"

Zim pressed his finger to his lip and shushed the computer but not in a normal harsh way, in a way that showed just how incredibly overjoyed and at peace he was. The computer said no more but watched over the duo usually having to stay in "awake mode" to watch Gaz's sleeping patterns. Zim eventually did get up, moving carefully as not to disturb his slumbering beloved and moved over to the computers main area. He plugged in a head set with a mic and started typing to the computer itself leaving the headphones on just in case. He dare not incur the wrath of a sleepy Gaz being awoken in the middle of the night. Even after his ehem time with her earlier with her she'd have no issue back smacking him. Zim typed up;

"Computer, is there any way you could find someone who matches the same genetic make-up as Dib and Professor Membrane?"

The computer paused, considered the words then typed back, "Using the blood donations data base and hospital records I should be able to find a match. It might take a moment. Be patient, Sir."

Zim sat back and folded his hands under his chin watching the computer work through every available Earth system it could. Zim occasionally looked back to make sure Gaz was still asleep. He smiled every time he saw that she was. Even though she was a hellish impette who could very easily best some of the finest soldiers he knew, she looked angelic sleeping like that. She was absentmindedly cuddling into a pillow and mumbled the only nickname he'd ever answer to. He smiled again. He heard a ping noise from the computer notifying him that it had something. When he looked on the screen there were documents all lines up and scattered about. It typed,

"According to Dib Membranes blood work he's an AB positive which of course, so is his father. It's not an uncommon blood type but I took a closer look at the strands of DNA I've compiled from all the times he's been in the lab and put his hands on me. With that I just narrowed it down more and more until I found someone who matched. You'll find the likeness is uncanny."

On the screen popped up a picture. A driver's license and a blood donor card were just under it. Zim should not have been as surprised as he was that the person looked so much like Dib, but it was like some sort of weird alternate reality almost. The young man had a lot of similarities to Dib but also a lot of differences. For one he did not wear glasses though he could have gotten contacts or just have been a clone that never had the eye problems Dib had. His eye color was an exact match for Dib's and his face shape was the same too. His head wasn't nearly as big, but it was still wasn't exactly too normal a size.

His hair, jet black like Dib's and the Professors, but unlike either of them he did not have a scythe like flip. Zim could see that his hair looked as if it would naturally go that way but seemed like it had been cut to keep it short. The name he went by was of course not Dib, that would be awfully silly, and his last name was not Membrane because he would have detached himself from that name long ago. It was Louie Neuron and he was in his mid to late twenties. Zim couldn't be surer this was someone of relation to Dib if not the supposed run-away clone he had read about. He had to be sure though and for that he would have to return to Earth at some point which was dangerous but would be worth it to recruit this copy on their side.

"Does he have a place of work?"

"Yes, he works as an internet technician. You know, talks on the phone and helps people with their computer issues."

"Maybe he could fix whatever makes you so snappy all the time."

"I'm about done with this. Do you need anything else?"

"That will be all."

Zim sat there for a while, staring at the face in front of him, the so very scarily similar to Dib face. That face seemed less punchable than Dib's for sure but as to answer whether or not he was just some distant relative or the actual factual clone was another matter. He put the matter at rest for now and focused instead on reading up on current Earth news, only highlighting where he and Gaz's name might come up. The foolish mortals thought he was some type of pedophilic felon who was forcing himself on Gaz as revenge on Dib and all humankind. If Gaz wasn't sleeping, he'd have laughed himself silly and if she was awake, she'd join him. Forcing her to have relations with him? Pft. No, she very much wanted it and he was very very very much going to give her what she wanted. Her age didn't matter to him, Irkens don't really count like that, don't really have ages just stages of their lives. From smeet to elders and the to other stages in between. He knew by Earth terms he was pretty much supposed to be dead and buried by this point, but nobody knew what the equivalent of his actual age would be they just said he was "older than Gaz".

She certainly didn't look or act like the innocent poor sad little girl they deemed her to be. She was 17, would be 18 soon, and once that happened what would they call him then? None of it mattered, really, what everyone thought of him. It wasn't true anyways. The depictions of him had him reeling, quietly of course. They must be blind these humans to think he looked like that! Honestly, he had to show these to Gaz she would be on the floor splitting a seam. After his amusement he went through junk mail, sorted everything out, and then stayed up all night trying to beat the computer at chess. When Gaz woke up Zim was still at it with only two measly points to show for all his struggling. It wasn't that he was lacking in the skills to do it, but the computer was what it was, and its brain was much faster at this than his. She yawned making him turn around and see her, his purple demoness stretching and rising to greet the afternoon.

"Morning Zim," She greeted mid yawn, rubbing the sleep out of her eye.

"Evening actually. I take it you slept sufficiently?"

"Mmmmhmm...haven't slept that good in a while," She answered, fumbling slowly out of the bed and smacking her dry lips. Zim leered at her when she said that, knowing his tireless love making had made her that way. "You should move the knight three places."

Zim looked back at the screen and noticed that he indeed had that move open to him and it would set him further into getting the checkmate. "What a woman!"

Gaz snickered at his comment as she brushed her teeth. She was in a good mood today, walking on sunshine even. This was absolutely not normal for the princess of all things dark and scary but after having Zim most likely literally fuck the hell out of her she was on cloud 9 right about now. She had not felt this way in eons and was glad to have that happiness burn brightly in her soul. This did not mean she would go be Sunshine and start throwing flower petals and skipping to her lou whatever the heck that meant. No sir. She was still Gaz and death would come to all this day and any other day. Gaz looked at herself in the mirror, her hair was jutting out at angles that shouldn't exist, her eyes remained halfway closed blinking slow, her mouth was chapped and the skin had broken, and her neck was covered in love bites only accomplished by zipper teeth. She never looked better in her own opinion. Gaz made her way back to Zim and moved his arm out of the way so she could plop herself in his lap, flipping up her hoodie as she snuggled in. He pulled her close as physically possible and kissed the top of her head.

"My Gaz finds Zim's lap comfortable?"

"You betcha," She replied, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she watched him play chess. Chess was a boring game to her but that's mostly because it was too easy and lacked excitement.

"Zim is glad he could provide a warm comfy place for you to place your well-rounded posterior upon."

She wiggled her hips on him but higher up, directly on where she had guesstimated his sex organs were. He grunted and she smirked devilishly. Her naughty antics had gotten her something back, him squeezing her right breast and licking her ear. She shuddered in his grasp, having only meant to tease him a little not rile the sleeping dragon. How was it he still had all this energy especially when he didn't sleep like she did? Her legs were still not functioning properly courtesy of her alien boyfriend.

"Such a clever thing you are and a naughty thing too. Is my Gaz so anxious for a repeat performance?"

"It was just a tease," She murmured, not removing his hand from her but also thinking she really should. "I don't know how you aren't tired."

"Tired of you? Never. Irkens need no sleep anyhow so Zim has energy for hours and hours and hours and hou-"

"I get it."

"You will be getting it soon if you don't stop teasing. One more move from you and off with your clothes."

Gaz pouted and wrinkled her nose. She knew he meant it, but she wasn't sure if her body could really handle all that again, so as much as she enjoyed teasing him, she had to stop. She sat there in his lap trying not to move any muscles and he released her. He did keep one hand on her upper abdomen right under her breast just in case. She pointed out more moves he could take when he wasn't taking them and together, he was finally able to catch up with the computer. Gaz yawned, out of boredom not being tired.

"This is boring...Can we do something else?"

"Oh! Zim almost forgot to show you the 'artwork' he found of us. Here I saved it in this file."

Gaz raised her eyebrow. There was artwork of them? This she had to see. She leaned forward a bit as the file opened and he showed her the first piece. It was clipped from a newspaper done in ink in a very political cartoon style. What got her choking on her own spit from laughter was the way they drew him. His head was comically overlarge and round like the standard grey aliens in film and they gave him razor sharp teeth. His tongue was wrapped around the town as small people ran in panic. They had drawn his Pak all wrong too making it look like a demented deformity he had. The caption said; 'Alien menace on the loose! Are we all doomed?'

"Pfffft...that's hahah so bad... not bad drawn just...heh bad... wow."

"Oh, just wait they get better!" He flicked over to the next one which had Gaz in it this time. It was parody of the infamous scene from King Kong only instead of a giant gorilla it was Zim with Gaz fainted in his clutches. The way she was drawn in not just this picture but in the others, portrayed her with different shades of purple and sometimes made her hair longer than it actually was. She had blushing cheeks and an overall sweet appearance like a pure guiltless maiden trapped by a big green vicious monster. It was all so wrong and warped but that's how they had made it seem to everyone. The two were laughing loud enough to the point where the others in their group could hear them.

Krit turned his head at the sound but paid it little mind, he was starting to get used to it at this point. Gir on the other hand wanted to see what was so funny and escaped them with Pixi running after hot on his trail. Krit supposed that meant he had to go too or else he'd be the one to blame. MiniMoose squeaked in a way that meant something along the lines of, "Here we go again." Pixi was almost there, she almost had him but Gir opened the door and tumbled into the room making the two occupants turn toward him. Pixi was on the floor behind him with her arm outstretched and Krit was behind her peering nervously at Zim and Gaz. Gir scrambled over to the chair that Zim was sitting in and started rapidly making his way up it.

"Gir what is the meaning of this?!"

"Whatcha lookin at? Is it a clown?"

Gaz reached up and helped the robot onto her lap so he could see the humorous pictures on the screen. Pixi was unsure if this meant she was in trouble or not for not performing her duties correctly and Krit was the same but never the less they both went over to their sides. The picture currently on the screen was the city on fire with a ridiculous depiction of Zim stomping about the town, laser beams shooting from his eyes. Gir pointed at the screen directly over the drawing of Zim's face.

"Izzat you, mastaaa?"

"That's what the pitiful humans assume the magnificent Zim looks like. How wrong they are."

"Oooh...I didn't know it was yoooou for sure. Where am I?"

"They didn't draw you Gir," Gaz replied, patting him on the head.

"Actually...you are wrong. Zim has found more so-called art with Gir in it."

Zim clicked on another file and opened up a new set of pictures. The first one did indeed have Gir on it, just Gir actually, drawn in a cartoon style with big puppy dog eyes and very circular puffy soft edges to his form. Above him was written; 'The alien robot, friend or foe?' Gir pointed at it and keeled over laughing but possibly for no reason other than he just wanted to. Pixi stared at the image and couldn't understand why they had made him look so much like an actual infant other than to garner sympathy. His features were too human and babyish and perhaps that was funny enough but Pixi couldn't laugh. Well she could laugh but it wasn't that funny to her.

This must have been from a long time ago, Gaz thought, because Gir had to have still been alive for them to be questioning anything. Everyone found the Sir unit adorable though Zim could say he was quite the opposite most of the time when his face was covered in greasy cheese and dirt. The next picture looked like it was done by a 5-year-old in crayon of what was supposed to be Zim being stepped on by Dib with two X's in his eyes and a ghost coming out of his mouth. Gir had been included in the picture, just somewhere off to the side. What had made Zim save the picture was just how ugly Dib was drawn and goofy too. If they thought his head was big before the little kid who had drawn it had made his actual head look puny in comparison.

"It's a vast improvement honestly!" Gaz jested, chortling at the image. It was too cartoonish for her to take the fact that Zim was dead seriously. It looked like a game over screen in a video game.

"The Earth child got him down pact with his stick legs and stick arms and big pointy nose."

"Hehehe master look at you, you look like a runded over racoon."

"GIR You daaare make fun of me!? Zim will throw you in the garbage if you mock me!"

"You would not," Gaz believed, poking Zim on his cheek. "I wouldn't let you."

"You hear that Gir your life has been spared. Be thankful! If Zim's mate was not here, you'd be trashed. Trashed do you hear me!?"

"I like the trash can it smells like hobos in there," Gir said, standing on his head smiling like a dope.

"Remind Zim why he keeps this incompetent bot around at all!" Zim was rubbing his temples and groaning. Gaz reached up and kissed him and suddenly his headache just vanished entirely. Her kisses were like the sweetest kind of fire on his lips and he wanted it more every time. Why were the others in here again? He should shoo them away so he could continue to kiss her at his pleasure without them looking. Krit wondered what that felt like, what it meant. He hadn't learned much about affection yet but he knew it was called a kiss and that it entailed touching mouths but what was it like? It must be something wonderful because they did it so often.

"You like him, that's why he's still here."

"Zim has no such feelings for Gir."

"Aww master I love you toooo."

Gaz took the mouse in her hand because Zim was raising his and shaking them at Gir while shouting off. She wanted to see what else there was but instead of looking through his files she went to the internet to see what she could find. What she found out was that Zim had an entire fanclub website called and it was ran by none other than Keef himself, of course. Gaz had to roll her eyes at that, the boy was sick, so very sick but at least he was not trying to take Zim away by any means. He knew that Gaz made Zim happy so he wouldn't try to compete for that kind of affection, but he would take what he could get. Gaz scrolled through the page and found what she was looking for, the fan art section.

The very first picture surprised her because she was in it but not as they had been before, as an enemy to the Earth and his female victim but something much more. It was drawn like one of those racy romance novels with blurry sort of edging and a lot of soft hues and roses. Gaz was draped on him wearing a long black gown with a high slit which flowed in the nonexistent wind. She had to admit she did like the dress. Zim was wearing what looked like a take on his invader outfit if it was a shirt and the front was opened. His hand was on her neck and the other at her stomach. He looked like he was about to kiss her face and she was surrendering to him. There was a bit of text which was written in flowery cursive writing. 'Gaz and Zim- Are they in a secret love affair? Read this week's magazine to see what our reporters have scooped up!'

"Whoa..."

Zim stopped his shouting match at Gir to look at what was so whoa. He froze, eyes bulging out of his head at what he was seeing. In his minimal searching he had come across nothing that implied them being together at all so this was a surprise that anyone would assume that. More so than that was the way it was illustrated and what Gaz was wearing. He had never seen her in a proper dress before and not one so elegant looking and skin tight with her breast spilling out and all.

"Whoa..." he repeated, mouth open wide.

Krit was starting to have an appreciation for human artwork and this was no different. He was too naïve to understand any of the innuendos provided. It just looked like high-quality art to him. Pixi was more knowledgeable about these things, having learned about them, hearing it, and seeing it all. She could comprehend that this was supposed to be erotic and sensual and would lead to something not meant for younger viewers. If the rest of the photos were like this, she would have to escort Krit out of there. Gir just thought they were hugging and nothing more. Gaz scrolled down and saw there was a comment section and all she could think was "Oh boy." The area was flooded with people's opinions on the piece or on the topic at hand which were mostly positive actually, with half of the people loving the concept and the other half being unsure or denying the existence of the pairing.

"This is just hysterical," Gaz commented, reading what people assumed or did not assume. "And this person said my full name is Gazolina. Jesus H."

"Do these imbecilles know nothing?! What website are you on anyhow? It's ghastly... though Zim does like this art here."

"It's your fan page. You have fans. I guess since you kidnapped me, I might have a part in your fandom... whoop-de-doo."

"Aha! At long last Zim's greatness has been recognized by the masses! It took them long enough but finally! My geniusness is adored by er...how many?"

"One hundred," The computer answered having pulled up the information from the site itself.

"A PITIFUL NUMBER FOR ZIIIIM but...it will do... it's a start anyhow. Soon a hundred will become a hundred zillion!"

"Buuut maasterr that number don't exist..." Gir said, having a strike of actual intelligence. Pixi looked over to him with one squinted eye. Sometimes the robot just spat out sense and other times, 90 percent actually, he made no sense what so ever. It was so odd to her.

"Be quiet Gir. Your robot mind simply cannot fathom such a large number. Now, let us see what other arts they have made of my most amazing self!"

Gaz was starting to get hungry so she asked if Pixi could go fetch her some food and not fruit this time she was already tired of it. Pixi bowed and was on her way with Gir following his "girlfriend" blindly crying out for her to wait for him. Krit wasn't sure if he was supposed to stay there or walk away. He wasn't given orders to do either actually. He started thinking he should leave though to brush up on training so next time when he faced Zim he would be impressed and say that he did good again. Krit excused himself leaving Zim scrolling through pictures of him in all manner of flattering light and much more accurate to how he looked.

"Just look at how they captured my likeness almost exactly right down to my structured strong jawline. My Irk am I good-looking!"

Gaz scoffed a little though she knew it was true. He was the most attractive alien she had ever seen, there was something about him that set him apart from the rest of the equally green skinned red eyed Irkens. Perhaps it was because he was so devilish, so aggressive, and so oozing with confidence that it made him the perfect charismatic villain anyone would love to hate. There was a picture of him in a throne, robes, crown, scepter and all surrounded by women with hearts in their eyes that he shook his head at, snorting in disbelief.

"As if I would ever entertain even having any other female by my side besides you. If they threw themselves at my feet, I'd kick them all off."

"Hmph you'd better."

Zim wrapped both arms around her and nuzzled. "Is Gaz jelly-ous? Zim has explained many times no Earthling or Irken could compare."

"I'm not jealous of a damn picture someone drew. It isn't like it's real and it damn sure wouldn't ever be."

"That's right because Zim is all yours," He purred, showing her the many bite marks he had on his neck mirroring hers. He wore them like medals won in battle for conquering her felt like it was worthy of a reward. "and you are...finish the sentence."

"I am hungry."

Right on cue Pixi entered, dragging Gir along with her by the leg looking like she wanted to blast his face off. In her hands were the chips Gaz liked and something similar looking to a burger only it had tentacles on it. Pixi just about had enough of Gir always clinging to her like this it was hindering her job performance. She could stand his yelling, stand his crying, stand his nonsense, even stand his flirtation, but she could not stand him getting in the way of the one thing she was the best at, the one thing she was built for- serving her master and mistress. She shook off her leg but Gir was not coming off. She huffed and presented the food to Gaz anyways. Gaz lifted up the sandwich and lifted up the bun.

"Hmm...well I like calamari...how different could it be?" Gaz assumed, taking a bite. Other than being chewy it was well seasoned and tasted similar to a fish sandwich. With the chips put in between it was even better.

"You're dismissed Pixi," Zim explained, waving away the Sir unit and the one attached to her as well. Of course, as per the norm, Gir was clinging to the chair refusing to go anywhere while whining.

"Come on Gir, let's go um...have a tea party," Pixi hurriedly said, making up something on the fly so that Gir would stop his foolishness. It worked and Gir, holding Pixi's hand, was escorted out of the room much to Zim's delight. Alone at last! Gaz pressed a chip to his mouth and he gratefully took it with his teeth. He liked her feeding him and sharing her food which she usually hoarded all to herself. He didn't like to get his claws, gloved or not, dirty so her feeding him the chips was optimal. With his mouth full he exclaimed,

"Look a video! It's an interview with you and your vile family. Let's watch it."

He clicked hurriedly before she could protest which she wanted to because she didn't exactly remember when this was but that she might have done or said something stupid and even if she didn't, she did not like watching herself. It was weird. The video buffered a little then started and as soon as it did it was apparent right away she was 14 or 15 when Dib was still in some regards new. Her father was there which must have meant it was incredibly important because he never showed his face for much of anything. Dib was beaming but still looked nervous, rubbing his head and arm every now and then. The younger Gaz was sitting there like she'd rather be impaled on a pike than here. Apparently, her GameSlave was either taken or she was not allowed it because it was nowhere to be seen and the annoyance was apparent on her face. Her hair had covered her eyes more then and she wore dark eyeliner and looked funeral like, her black fingernails tapping on the side of the couch in the same way she would be playing her game.

"Hey there folks! Chad Chipper here with all you want to hear and don't need to know about this year's hottest gossip. Today we have the Membrane family but more specifically Dib himself who so graciously made time for us," The man interviewing them proclaimed with an ever-present smile that was bright white.

"How are you doing today, Dib?"

"Oh uh...I'm fine, thanks for asking and thanks for having me Chad."

"No thank you for coming! Not every day you get to meet a hero! And Professor Membrane you must be so proud of your son. Tell us how does it feel to have made a legend?"

"It's been quite the uphill battle to have Dib get to this point and I have to say I couldn't be happier with what he has become. His name will go down in the history books, next to mine of course."

"How delightful. Just sweet folks that's a real father son relationship right there."

The current day Gaz rolled her eyes but so did the one in the video. "But I see you don't just have one child. Who is this lovely girl over there?"

"That's my little sister," Dib responded, giving her a loving look, "Even though we didn't get a long as kids I can say that she is one of my biggest reasons for doing this. I wanted her to be safe here."

The audience awwwed and Gaz felt like she was going to gag from the sugar sweetness especially because it was so fake. Good thing she didn't beause she was on the last bite of her food.

"Gaz, is it? It must be cool to have such a star-studded celebrity as your big brother."

She shrugged, looking away from the man and everyone else, obviously brooding.

"She's never been a talkative person," the Professor explained, reaching over to pat her leg but she scooted it away from him as if the touch burned her. "nor a people person but that's okay we are all different!"

"So true. So true. Now Dib, we have to ask- how did it feel to catch a long-awaited adversary? Must have been a relief to have him out of the way."

Current Zim growled at the flood of memories that came from that day and the days, months, and years to follow of pure torment. Dib put up his hand and rolled his eyes around in a flamboyant sort of way,

"Don't get me started!"

"Really don't," The Professor warned, giving Chad a worrying look (this was based on his eyebrow allocation). "He's the opposite of Gaz, you can't get him to stay quiet."

Dib blushed with embarrassment while the audience laughed. The subject then fell upon Gaz, who was asked a question next.

"Well I know you are a bit of a recluse over there, Gaz, but how about sparing a few words on behalf of this alien? How do YOU feel about it all? Are you happy with his capture?"

Gaz and Zim looked intently at the recording of younger Gaz, her body was tense and tight but lightly shaking with rage and hidden heart ache. She whispered so low nobody could hear not even the current Gaz, but she could read those black lips well enough to tell. She had whispered no.

"Pardon me?"

"Nothing... it's just...surreal... he was always there in my life...now he's gone forever...I... I can't do this." Gaz just got up and fast walked out of there and both the present-day Gaz and Zim could tell clear as day she was fighting back tears from the way she bit her quivering lip. Dib looked at her curiously, but Professor Membrane put his arm around his son and squeezed him assuringly.

"One of the many things you'll never understand son. Women and their emotions."

The crowd laughed and Chad said they would be right back. There was more video but Zim paused it. Gaz shrunk in her chair. Having seen that it brought back all the feelings she had went through in those dark times, how her gothy punky gamer girl aesthetic turned emo very quickly. To see her father shake it off with a joke and Dib ignore her brought back the hurt of losing Zim and having nothing else to turn to. Living in the house with those that betrayed her, all around her, engulfing her it had made her feel like she was in a mad house. Zim exited out almost instantly and wrapped his arms protectively around his Gaz who was curled so small now. He might not know the many layers of human feeling, but he could tell what was going on as she clung to him tight as if he would disappear again. Even a recording of Dib and the Professor had done her damage and the fact that it had made Zim want their early demise even more so. He tilted up her head causing her hoodie to fall down and show off her disgruntled displeased face but there was sadness in her eyes and her hands clawed into his shirt so needingly.

"Your Zim is going nowhere. I swear on everything that there is."

"You can't do that...you don't know what will happen...what if he-"

Zim put a finger to her lips, stroking the bottom one tenderly with an even more tender gaze. "That piece of a germ atom is nothing to me. If he steps one centimeter in my peripheral again, I'll shove my biggest gun up his ass and shoot."

Gaz giggled and Zim grinned. He just knew exactly how to make the dark clouds in Gaz's heart float away and how to make her smile. It was a rare gift that he only possessed. "Thanks...I needed that."

"Can Zim get a kiss for his good work?"

"Sure. Why not?"

She reached up and kissed him, deep and needy with an open mouth. Zim returned the passion with even more fervor, taking her little pink tongue into his mouth and sucking gently. Before she knew what was happening, he was carrying her to the bed and laying her down while lifting up her dress.

"Zim...haven't you had enough last night?"

"Even if that was the case, which it is very much not, that was yesterday and this is today."

He pulled her dress off and that was the end of that discussion. Needless to say, once he was done showing her just how he felt about her, she could not move from the bed. Zim patted her leg and grinned victoriously at seeing Gaz all flushed, cross eyed, and dazed from their love making session. She was laying on top of him, her words barely coherent as he stroked up and down her back walking his fingers up to her hair to tangle themselves in it.

"G...God...Zi...Zim...!"

"Yes, I know, Zim is your God. Please feel free to worship me as you see fit."

"Hmph... you Irkens must just...have a lot of stamina... four times Zim...even for me..."

"It wasn't enough was it?" Zim sultrily assumed, stroking around her hip, more than happy to fulfill her desires. It was true what she said, as a species that never gave up it made sense for them to have them to be able to go at anything for hours, but their sex drives were up for debate. Zim was addicted to her, to the way it felt with her, the way his heart screamed her name with each time it pulsed, the way his mind could only formulate ways to please her, and he swore his Pak often made alterations to his system so he could be a better lover. He had always been the overzealous type, never taking just a little or even just enough always taking far too much like a glutton and when he had something he liked, really really liked, he tended to never let it go. He knew what the word stop meant and would never hurt her but he did not know the meaning of giving up. The finish line was always just the start of the race in his mind.

"Zim...please have mercy..."

"Mercy? Hmm...nope never heard of it but Zim likes it when you beg like that."

There was a knock on the door that was Gaz's saving grace and Zim's frustration. He turned to the offending knock as if it was his biggest enemy, hissing at it. There was another knock as if to further infuriate him. He moved the covers off of himself swiftly, covering all of Gaz head to toe with them, and put on his clothes, his angry mutters, hisses, and curses were amusing to Gaz, though she was still a bit light headed. Zim almost ripped the door off its hinges opening it, not even caring who was on the other side they were gunna get an earful.

"What what!? What on Irk is so important that you couldn't wait a few hours?!"

"Well! That's a nice how do you do, Zim," remarked Aunt Cazzma, patting her wig in place. "I was only coming to ask if you'd like to join me for dinner tonight."

"You interrupted Zim's precious quality time for this?!"

"Quality time? Oh...oh! Goodness me! You do know there's a sign you can put on the door for that right? If you had I would not have knocked. Good googly moogly, Zim. Sometimes you are still just that child I met long ago." She pat his cheek instead of pinching it which was still annoying but better. "Glad to see you two making progress."

Zim twitched then backed up and slammed the door in her face, keeping his mouth tightly shut lest he call her unsightly words in their shared native tongue. He found the sign, re opened the door seeing that she was still there looking flustered and a bit put off, he glared, put the sign on the door, then slammed it again. He could hear her outside his door talking about if he broke it, he would pay for it then she walked away. He breathed in deeply, eyes closed, then breathed out. After that he turned to see Gaz was no longer in the bed like he hoped but was sneaking off to the shower and was caught like a deer in the headlights her hand just inches away from the door knob. Zim's mouth curled evilly at her.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yeah actually. Unlike you I don't use cleansing chalk. I do actually have to bathe at some point."

"Urgh...Fine...Zim will allow you your silly female luxuries. Go on. Shoo shoo."

"Don't shoo me just because I'm not immediately letting you have your way with me again!"

"...Don't do that Gaz...don't be mad at Zim...Zim cannot stand it..." He lamented, looking so adorably sad it made her feel sorry. Her feel sorry! She the person the devil tipped his hat to in respect. What has the world come to!? But darn it his antenna were so droopy and his eyes so big and he had such cute face sometimes when he wasn't looking at her like he wanted to eat her all up.

She sighed then motioned for him to come closer. He perked up and went over to her side, grabbing her around her waist and nuzzling against her apologetically. "Zim won't do it again just no more looking at me like that...you can only be mad at other people not at Zim."

"I don't recall me having a big fit when you were mad at me for calling Krit cool."

"I uh... I wasn't mad...it was the jellyness! It took control of Zim."

She stroked over his antenna and he was hers, she could do anything to him just about then. His tongue lolled out and his eyes went glossy. She smugly smirked as she decided to kiss along one. He started panting like a dog and drooling, his eyes going upward in total ecstasy.

"Gaz... if you don't want me on you again, you'd better stop."

"Hmm..." Gaz hummed then stopped, kissed his cheek and went off to shower leaving him there with the tingling sensation all buzzing across his antenna. He sat there staring into the distance only to shake himself out of it.

"Sir you've got a transmission from Earth," the computer announced.

"Earth? Any way to know exactly where from?"

"Oh that yeah. It's from Miss Gaz's base."

"Accept the transmission," Zim spoke with urgency. This did not sound good, not good at all. They never received any calls from Earth but if it was from her base that could mean only one thing that those that were in there were in serious trouble most likely Dib related trouble if he could put money on it. He would wait and see how he would react and formulate a plan of action afterwards. The transmission opened up showing a panicked Francine, her eyes pouring out tears with the sounds of breaking glass and screaming in the background.

"Zim or Gaz! I can't see your end, but it doesn't matter! If you can hear me, please know that we've had to do the worst we had to destroy the base...including my lab! Keef got in a message to us that we had a traitor in our midst! It's Matthew and he's bringing Dib and Tak here soon! I pray that by then we have all evidence erased...oh god my work...my livelihood...I'm sorry..."

There was another scream in the distance and Francine turned her head in fear, then it went to black, but the transmission was still going as she hadn't ended it. He could hear her hyperventilating and someone trying to tell her it was going to be alright, that no matter what Zim and Gaz would come through. More screaming and the sound of an authoritative voice, it sounded like Ghost, telling them to move it move it like a proper general then silence. Not a word, not a sound, not even a cricket chirp. Nothing. The audio must have cut out because the transmission still hadn't ended.

It was like that for a long time, a long long time and it was eerie. The voidless black, the empty silence. The calm before the storm. Gaz had come out, towel drying her hair with another towel wrapped around herself and didn't seem to notice that Zim was standing there looking at nothing with anticipation. It wasn't until she slipped on a simple black summer dress with purple stripes and buttons that the sound came back on and caught her sounded like static and crackling, shuffling and crumbling, tearing and burning, soft sobbing and muffled words. She looked up at the black screen wondering what was going on that he was so interested in.

"Computer...are you still active over there on that end?"

"No, I was told by the Ghost lady to upload any and all data I had, even the ones that were unimportant, back to this system here. Some part of myself must still be in operation if I can receive transmissions."

"Zim...what's going on...?" Gaz questioned, though did not want to hear the answer. She had a feeling she already knew what it might be and that it was something awful. An unmistakably loud obnoxious somewhat whiny voice broke through the silence. The voice that belonged to their big-headed foe. "I should have known it was Dib related..."

"Have this place searched men, leave no stone unturned, and the rest of you take this group into custody for further questioning."

The rest was hard to hear but Gaz pieced it together without knowing exactly the whole story yet. Her and Zim's small group of followers, loyal to the end, had all been arrested but she knew they would not crack no matter what. She had handpicked the most resilient of the bunch. She heard Dib's voice again, he was just that loud.

"Agent Tuna Ghost?! What are you doing here?! Don't tell me you are a part of this too?! Tell me you are just undercover or something!"

Ghost was not as loud as Dib, but they could make out the words "Undercover...Swollen...Gaz... you... wrong...to jail...of my sister."

"I can't believe you... how could you do it? How!? You've betrayed our secret statute of trust and you've betrayed me! Why is it the only honest person I know now is Tak!? I couldn't even trust my own sister...take her away. I want her out of my sight."

Gaz frowned but not out of unhappiness at being hurt by what he said but because he knew. He knew what she had done now. "Who told him...? Who fucking told him...!?"

"Matthew," Zim growled out, making the word sound more venomous than he ever did with Dib. He loathed Dib to no end but there was a special different kind of hate he had for anyone who wanted to physically hurt his mate. Dib wouldn't dare, that was his sister and he cared for her, but Matthew, he had something to gain in aiding Dib. He would have Zim to take his revenge out on and then onto Gaz which could be killing or worse. Zim would suffer a thousand deaths before he ever saw her take one hit.

Just thinking about that boy made his trigger finger twitch. He grabbed for Gaz's hand. He needed to touch her, reassure himself she was also not leaving him either not for another person but via death. The thought had frightened him and worse it hurt worse than any pain he had known. Gaz put her hand in his. She could feel what he felt. His anger, his aching, his disgust, his want to kill, and a want to protect her at all cost but there was more...he was afraid just as she had been.

"Zim...what should we do? We can't just hide here forever. Matthew...ugh his name feels so disgusting...but that guy he doesn't know WHERE we are, but I could bet you Tak would want to check here first for us."

"So levelheaded and witty, my Gaz." He kissed her hand after he complimented her then held it there rubbing it against him. He looked pained. "Zim does not run away from things so that is not an option. We have to go back."

"You okay, Zimmy? You sound so...sad...I've never heard you like that..." Gaz stroked against his face and kissed his chin and cheek. He kissed her mouth, a sweet short loving kiss.

"Zim will not let anything happen to you and Krit, Pixi, even Gir would all defend you well. The other invaders on our side will no doubt do the same, but I'll have to contact them. As for the humans we can liberate them. Ghost I have faith in and Keef is mad enough to kill himself if I asked... but that is still a small army against his thousands..."

"Is my Zim, my mighty Irken invader, my soon to be King, dare I say it- afraid?" Gaz lightly jested, lifting up his chin to look at him in his eyes, hers sparkling gold with all the love and joy she had for this strange alien man. He put one hand on the small of her back and pulled her close.

"Only of one thing...losing you. We need more people and we need an airtight plan and for that we need time. If we keep Dib occupied trying to find us in space there may be some opening...but it could be small...I have found the secondary clone and that would be of some use."

"You found him? That's great news. We can find him and see if he's willing to join the cause. If he is then we could use him to get access to pretty much anything. All Dib has ever had to do was ask, our president is so brain dead that he gave Dib the key to the city. Plus, we might just be able to gain entree to The Massive, but time is still of the essence...I'll start packing now."

She would have started packing but Zim stopped her, hands on her hips, scooting her back to him, against his chest and holding her there. Just holding her and taking it all in, all of her. Her hair, her eyes, her smile, her body, her smell, her skin, her literal and not to literal fire, her small hands and small feet. There were no words he could say that would describe his feelings for her and he was not that good at talking like that anyhow. She turned and stood in his grasp. There was so much to do and so much to plan, so many steps to take and each one complicated and would take time they didn't have. Even now the hours were tick tick ticking away but they made time for this, just to hold each other tightly because there might not be any other time for it.