A/N: (Don't you love these?) You'll note that Gaz is a bit more animate in this fic than she is in the Cartoon. Well I take into account the fact that we hardly see Gaz. When we do she's around Dib so of course she'd bury herself in her GameSlave trying to ignore him. I'm attempting to show that she does speak and has other interests. But she's still sarcastic and will beat the crap out of Dib if he annoys her too much.
I love Johnen! YAY!
The Ally?
By: Chaotica
"You've lied before!" Gaz cried stalking across the stage. She wore a pair of black pants and an open purple button up shirt over a black shirt. Her skull amulet swung with her motions. She turned viciously on her acting partner. "How do I know you won't again?"
Zim peered across the empty Little Theater as he entered. He watched Gaz practice her lines with a few of the other Drama students.
"You have only to trust." Her male counterpart said spreading his arms slowly.
"Trust? Ha! I'd sooner trust Jacob than you!" She spat at him.
It was a bit eerie watching her. She seemed to flat out boil with rage at the moment.
"Jacob?" The boy hissed. He wasn't quite so good and sounded more like he was spitting. "You'd trust him?"
"That's not the point." She turned away and crossed her arms. "The point is that I can't trust you. Not since you. You." Her voice cracked.
Zim found a seat in the back at the beginning of a row and watched. He really liked going to plays. They reminded him of the entertainment videos back home. Not many Irkans could act so they often looked like school productions.
A middle-aged man came on stage clapping. Zim glared at him a bit irritated that he had interrupted the rehearsal.
"Wonderful! Gaz, splendid as always." Mr. Nemo the Drama teacher said motioning dramatically to her. "Donald. Work on your anger portrayal."
Donald nodded and walked off stage collecting his things. Gaz stopped and talked quietly with Mr. Nemo.
Zim took this as his cue to leave. He could talk to her later. Yes later was good.
"Zim!" He stopped dead in his tracks then turned around.
Gaz waved at him and leapt off the stage taking up her bag in the process. "I didn't see you come in."
'You weren't supposed to.' He thought to himself.
"Dib's been ranting all day you know." She said setting her bag in a seat. She was also grinning like the 'Cheshire cat' from her 'Alice in Wonderland' play.
"I know. He hasn't spoken to me directly since yesterday. It's like that time Gir quoted the dictionary all day." Zim said. He glanced around. He should feel trapped, but he was quite at ease. It was also odd listening to her sound so normal even though she knew he was not of this world.
She pulled her GameSlave from of her bag out of pure habit. "It's really funny. He yells and rants then falls silent for a really long time." She looked positively giddy, which was even more odd for Gaz. "I could get used to this."
Zim took a hold of her wrist and looked at her seriously. "We have to talk." He said in a low voice.
"Sure Zim." She said slowly picking her bag up with her free hand. "What about?"
"Me."
"We don't need to talk about that." She motioned at him with her GameSlave. "I know what you are, that's that."
"Fine then we have to talk about us. Just come over to my house when you're done here." He let her hand go and turned to leave.
"I am done here." She said following him.
He nodded and they left the theater together.
Across the large room a blue haired girl got up and went out the other side.
* * *
"This is so not happening!" Dib yelled pacing the hall.
Ami watched him. "I'm just telling you what I saw." She said. "Maybe he's brainwashed her or something."
"My sister. My only sister with that, that, scum!" He kicked the wall.
Ami reached out and touched his shoulder. "Dib calm down. I'm sure it's not like that. I mean, it just can't."
"I just don't know anymore." He leaned against the wall beside her. "What do I do now? What if he uses her to get to me? What if he hurts her?"
Ami shrugged. "I don't know Dib." She leaned on his shoulder. "But I'll help you keep her safe. Keep the planet safe. We'll get him. We'll get him good."
He put an arm slowly around her waist. "Thanks Ami."
* * *
Gaz sat down on the couch. Gir waddled into the room holding a half-empty soda can. He immediately dropped his drink and leapt into her lap purring in pure joy.
"I love you." The little SIR still in his costume said cuddling up to her.
"So what is Gir? I know he's not a dog." Gaz said keeping her hand on his head.
Zim looked at Gir slightly annoyed. "He's a SIR unit. He's here to help me. He's advanced. I think."
Gir pulled off his hood. "I'm a doggy!" He chirped.
Gaz picked Gir up off her lap and gave him an odd look then set him down beside her. He leaned against her and continued to purr.
"I need to know what it is you know about me Gaz." Zim said.
She gave him her normal look. One that Zim was expecting. "I know you're an alien. I know you're not just her to observe or anything like that."
"Well, this is true." He started to pace. "I suppose I should tell you. I'm an Irkan Invader. I was sent here by my superiors to take over this planet. Due to your idiot brother I have been delayed in my mission." He glared off at a wall thinking of Dib and his meddlesome ways.
"So you are here to take over the world." She looked a bit upset. "I hate it when Dibs' right." She crossed her arms.
"I hate it as much as you do." He said pacing back in the other direction.
"So, what are you going to do?"
"I was hoping to convince you to help me Gaz." Zim said, he stopped pacing and faced her. He clasped his hands behind his back and waited for her reaction.
She sat back making a show of thinking it over. "Okay, I'll help you, just do one thing for me."
He shifted his position looking a bit uncertain. "What?"
"When you take over, I want to keep my games."
He grinned. "Gaz, when I take over I'll assign a team to develop any game you want."
"I love that idea." She stood up. "Can I see you without your disguise now? Dibs' pictures weren't all that good."
Zim reached up and pulled off his wig. It was attached to his head in a way that only he could take it off. He stretched his antenna up a bit then took out his contacts.
She stood silently and he started to feel self-conscious. "You look better this way." She turned and picked up her bag pulling Gir out of it and taking her drawing pencils from him.
"Aww." He whined but immediately perked up and found something else to do.
"I have to go, if Dib doesn't find me home he'll come looking for me. And that is the last thing we need right now."
"Um. Yes, good idea." He said going with her to the door.
"I'll talk to you later Zim." Then she left. It was as if this had been a normal meeting of friends.
Gir looked up from what he was doing. "I like Gaz."
Zim nodded. "She is an interesting Human. She will help in our mission."
Gir took off the rest of his costume. "Master likes Gaz! Master likes Gaz!" He started to run around chanting.
Zim reached out and grabbed Gir by his little head and lifted him easily into the air.
Girs' little legs continued to move as if he was running then stopped when Zim switched him to sleep mode.
Zim set him down on the couch and headed to his Lab pretending Girs' chant had meant nothing.
* * *
Gaz closed the front door behind her not bothering to announce her presence. She started up the stairs when a sharp cough caught her attention.
"Where were you?" Dib asked from the doorway across from the staircase.
She glared at him. "Since when are you interested in what I do?"
"Since you got so close to Zim." He said. "Just what do you think your doing Gaz?"
"I'm not doing any thing Dib. I always hang around Zim at parties. You know that." She started back up the stairs.
"So you were at a party."
"Yeah Dib I was at a party." She didn't bother to stop and locked herself in her room.
She sat at her desk and pulled out her copy of the next play she was in. She reached around and pulled out her drawing pencils. She didn't remove her GameSlave. She had one for school and one for home. That was she at least had a spare.
She let the script lay where it was. She knew her lines already. So instead she started to draw.
She didn't do anything else for a long time. Her homework was trivial and already done. No need to study, she was Professor Membranes daughter after all.
When she was done she turned off the light and went to bed leaving the detailed drawing of The Earth with Zims' likeness super imposed over it.
* * *
In his own room Dib seethed. He would not let Zim have Gaz in any way. He had let the friendship go because it was rather fragile. But now.
He started to pace as his brain raced on through scenario after scenario of Zim using Gaz against him in some way.
He finally picked up the phone and dialed a number he had memorized earlier. After two rings it was picked up.
"Hello?" A female voice asked.
"Ami? Its' Dib. We have to do something about Zim and Gaz. And we have to do it soon."
I love Johnen! YAY!
The Ally?
By: Chaotica
"You've lied before!" Gaz cried stalking across the stage. She wore a pair of black pants and an open purple button up shirt over a black shirt. Her skull amulet swung with her motions. She turned viciously on her acting partner. "How do I know you won't again?"
Zim peered across the empty Little Theater as he entered. He watched Gaz practice her lines with a few of the other Drama students.
"You have only to trust." Her male counterpart said spreading his arms slowly.
"Trust? Ha! I'd sooner trust Jacob than you!" She spat at him.
It was a bit eerie watching her. She seemed to flat out boil with rage at the moment.
"Jacob?" The boy hissed. He wasn't quite so good and sounded more like he was spitting. "You'd trust him?"
"That's not the point." She turned away and crossed her arms. "The point is that I can't trust you. Not since you. You." Her voice cracked.
Zim found a seat in the back at the beginning of a row and watched. He really liked going to plays. They reminded him of the entertainment videos back home. Not many Irkans could act so they often looked like school productions.
A middle-aged man came on stage clapping. Zim glared at him a bit irritated that he had interrupted the rehearsal.
"Wonderful! Gaz, splendid as always." Mr. Nemo the Drama teacher said motioning dramatically to her. "Donald. Work on your anger portrayal."
Donald nodded and walked off stage collecting his things. Gaz stopped and talked quietly with Mr. Nemo.
Zim took this as his cue to leave. He could talk to her later. Yes later was good.
"Zim!" He stopped dead in his tracks then turned around.
Gaz waved at him and leapt off the stage taking up her bag in the process. "I didn't see you come in."
'You weren't supposed to.' He thought to himself.
"Dib's been ranting all day you know." She said setting her bag in a seat. She was also grinning like the 'Cheshire cat' from her 'Alice in Wonderland' play.
"I know. He hasn't spoken to me directly since yesterday. It's like that time Gir quoted the dictionary all day." Zim said. He glanced around. He should feel trapped, but he was quite at ease. It was also odd listening to her sound so normal even though she knew he was not of this world.
She pulled her GameSlave from of her bag out of pure habit. "It's really funny. He yells and rants then falls silent for a really long time." She looked positively giddy, which was even more odd for Gaz. "I could get used to this."
Zim took a hold of her wrist and looked at her seriously. "We have to talk." He said in a low voice.
"Sure Zim." She said slowly picking her bag up with her free hand. "What about?"
"Me."
"We don't need to talk about that." She motioned at him with her GameSlave. "I know what you are, that's that."
"Fine then we have to talk about us. Just come over to my house when you're done here." He let her hand go and turned to leave.
"I am done here." She said following him.
He nodded and they left the theater together.
Across the large room a blue haired girl got up and went out the other side.
* * *
"This is so not happening!" Dib yelled pacing the hall.
Ami watched him. "I'm just telling you what I saw." She said. "Maybe he's brainwashed her or something."
"My sister. My only sister with that, that, scum!" He kicked the wall.
Ami reached out and touched his shoulder. "Dib calm down. I'm sure it's not like that. I mean, it just can't."
"I just don't know anymore." He leaned against the wall beside her. "What do I do now? What if he uses her to get to me? What if he hurts her?"
Ami shrugged. "I don't know Dib." She leaned on his shoulder. "But I'll help you keep her safe. Keep the planet safe. We'll get him. We'll get him good."
He put an arm slowly around her waist. "Thanks Ami."
* * *
Gaz sat down on the couch. Gir waddled into the room holding a half-empty soda can. He immediately dropped his drink and leapt into her lap purring in pure joy.
"I love you." The little SIR still in his costume said cuddling up to her.
"So what is Gir? I know he's not a dog." Gaz said keeping her hand on his head.
Zim looked at Gir slightly annoyed. "He's a SIR unit. He's here to help me. He's advanced. I think."
Gir pulled off his hood. "I'm a doggy!" He chirped.
Gaz picked Gir up off her lap and gave him an odd look then set him down beside her. He leaned against her and continued to purr.
"I need to know what it is you know about me Gaz." Zim said.
She gave him her normal look. One that Zim was expecting. "I know you're an alien. I know you're not just her to observe or anything like that."
"Well, this is true." He started to pace. "I suppose I should tell you. I'm an Irkan Invader. I was sent here by my superiors to take over this planet. Due to your idiot brother I have been delayed in my mission." He glared off at a wall thinking of Dib and his meddlesome ways.
"So you are here to take over the world." She looked a bit upset. "I hate it when Dibs' right." She crossed her arms.
"I hate it as much as you do." He said pacing back in the other direction.
"So, what are you going to do?"
"I was hoping to convince you to help me Gaz." Zim said, he stopped pacing and faced her. He clasped his hands behind his back and waited for her reaction.
She sat back making a show of thinking it over. "Okay, I'll help you, just do one thing for me."
He shifted his position looking a bit uncertain. "What?"
"When you take over, I want to keep my games."
He grinned. "Gaz, when I take over I'll assign a team to develop any game you want."
"I love that idea." She stood up. "Can I see you without your disguise now? Dibs' pictures weren't all that good."
Zim reached up and pulled off his wig. It was attached to his head in a way that only he could take it off. He stretched his antenna up a bit then took out his contacts.
She stood silently and he started to feel self-conscious. "You look better this way." She turned and picked up her bag pulling Gir out of it and taking her drawing pencils from him.
"Aww." He whined but immediately perked up and found something else to do.
"I have to go, if Dib doesn't find me home he'll come looking for me. And that is the last thing we need right now."
"Um. Yes, good idea." He said going with her to the door.
"I'll talk to you later Zim." Then she left. It was as if this had been a normal meeting of friends.
Gir looked up from what he was doing. "I like Gaz."
Zim nodded. "She is an interesting Human. She will help in our mission."
Gir took off the rest of his costume. "Master likes Gaz! Master likes Gaz!" He started to run around chanting.
Zim reached out and grabbed Gir by his little head and lifted him easily into the air.
Girs' little legs continued to move as if he was running then stopped when Zim switched him to sleep mode.
Zim set him down on the couch and headed to his Lab pretending Girs' chant had meant nothing.
* * *
Gaz closed the front door behind her not bothering to announce her presence. She started up the stairs when a sharp cough caught her attention.
"Where were you?" Dib asked from the doorway across from the staircase.
She glared at him. "Since when are you interested in what I do?"
"Since you got so close to Zim." He said. "Just what do you think your doing Gaz?"
"I'm not doing any thing Dib. I always hang around Zim at parties. You know that." She started back up the stairs.
"So you were at a party."
"Yeah Dib I was at a party." She didn't bother to stop and locked herself in her room.
She sat at her desk and pulled out her copy of the next play she was in. She reached around and pulled out her drawing pencils. She didn't remove her GameSlave. She had one for school and one for home. That was she at least had a spare.
She let the script lay where it was. She knew her lines already. So instead she started to draw.
She didn't do anything else for a long time. Her homework was trivial and already done. No need to study, she was Professor Membranes daughter after all.
When she was done she turned off the light and went to bed leaving the detailed drawing of The Earth with Zims' likeness super imposed over it.
* * *
In his own room Dib seethed. He would not let Zim have Gaz in any way. He had let the friendship go because it was rather fragile. But now.
He started to pace as his brain raced on through scenario after scenario of Zim using Gaz against him in some way.
He finally picked up the phone and dialed a number he had memorized earlier. After two rings it was picked up.
"Hello?" A female voice asked.
"Ami? Its' Dib. We have to do something about Zim and Gaz. And we have to do it soon."