(I don't own Invader Zim)

Whew! For now, I'm on a writing streak. Anyway, this is a sequel to absolutely nothing. Actually, it is kinda a lead-on for Irken Tak. Still in the series, though. It sorta explains my screen name. Sorta. Just a nickname for May, actually. OK, I think I've blabbed long enough.

Zim looked down at the blue planet from its moon. Dib hadn't escaped this time. It was all too true. Dib always found a way to get back at Zim every time, though, and this was no exception. His daughter was still out there. He sacrificed himself to keep the battle steady on both sides. Zim hadn't won just yet, but his comrades didn't understand. They were celebrating Dib's destruction. Zim couldn't let go of the fact that the job wasn't yet done. That girl with long black hair had his spunk, brains, and determination. Then again, she was like a young Dib, full of missing love thanks to her mother's missing. She was still more spirited than Dib had ever been, her heart beating of experience Dib had taught her of early age. She knew of all Zim's tricks, past mistakes and weaknesses. She was a worthy opponent for Zim, like Dib had been.

"Zim, stop worrying about that stupid human girl," An Irken soldier said.

Zim looked him right square in the eye.

"If she weren't Dib's child, I'd listen to you."

Zim looked back at the planet.

"And the more I think about it, the more I think I should go back."

"Zim, they will kill you."

Zim loaded his gun. He looked sharply at the opposing soldier.

"Don't worry. They won't."

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One year before then.

"Dib! Where's the cereal?" A girl with long black hair shouted from the kitchen.

The inside of the house was very clean, but you could tell that the people living in it were not exactly filthy rich, either. Nor did the furniture seem antique, but it was about as homey as it could get. A tall, skinny man with dark black hair walked into the kitchen. He had a long trench coat that came down to his ankles. He had a sly air around him. If you didn't know this was Dib, you could have mistaken him for a C.I.A agent. He was very slick, indeed. His glasses were oval instead of circles, now. They had a slight shade. Dib was very fit, too. As if he had been ready for a mission for a long time, he seemed to be experienced. Oh, he had defiantly changed. Still paranoid, though. He breathed very heavily, as if in a meditation that had no door to the outside world. His lips were icy; almost blue, mind you. All of this rubbed off on the girl in the kitchen. The girl seemed innocent, but everything else was Dib, besides the fact that she was female. Her hair would never stay in place, so she let it grow out and tied it up in a ponytail. Her eyes were Dib's, but they didn't reflect neglect. She had excepted her fate, and was grateful to have someone to go though the battle with her. Zim was on her mind a lot. Little did she know how close she was to him, for all she thought of him was an alien that the world needed rid of.

"Coming, May," Dib said calmly.

May's temper was dangerously over the edge. Dib looked in all the high places that May couldn't get to. Dib licked his dry lips as he rummaged through the cabinets. He pulled a box out, almost proudly, and gave it to May.

"Thanks, Dib!" May said.

Dib sat down to the table as May got her breakfast ready. He sipped his coffee calmly. When May sat down, she began to go off in a daze, wondering about her mother. She had never asked Dib about her, afraid he might break down, for he was sensitive. May could tell, Dib trembled a lot, though he tried not to show it. May would cuddle up next to him, maybe that could make him feel better, because he breathes easily when she ever tries to comfort him. Then again, she didn't know of his past. She never brought up anything upsetting, besides Zim, to Dib to talk about. Well, now would change.

"Hey, Dib,"

"Yeah?"

"Tell me about my mom"

Dib swallowed and shook the thought of his own sister dying at the hands of Zim out of his head.

"Well, she had long purple hair. She got mad at me a lot when we were kids, but she and I learned to get along when we finally both grew up."

May saw Dib's eyes. They were very, very sad. His lips trembled as he spoke. Aww. Poor Dib. Maybe she should have just left the subject be, but she decided to ask yet another question.

"You knew her when you were a kid?"

Dib was taken by complete surprise.

"Yes.. She's my sister. I've known her all of her life."

May was now officially confused.

"Why would you marry your own sister?"

Dib gave a pale blush.

"I didn't. I'm not your biological father."

"Y-you aren't?"

"No. Zim is."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I thought you knew. You lived with him, your mom and I for two years until.."

"Until what? What happened to them?"

"To her," Dib corrected, "Zim shot her."

"Wait! Let alone my dad is an alien, he is also a murderer?"

"Yeah, basically."

"Where did the coward go, then?"

Dib smiled.

"He's all the way to the moon. He still thinks we're dead, I bet."

May smiled back at him. Whenever Dib smiled, there was no escape of smiling back.

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NOW THIS CAN GET VERY CONFUSING!!!! So far Zim THINKS that May is Dib's daughter because:

1. She looks a lot like Dib

2. The last time he saw her was when she was 2, count 'em, 2 YEARS OLD!

(Just clearing that up)

Lately, I've been writing a whole lot of depressing angsty..stuff. Anyway, let me just say that this series does have a kinda happy ending. Hmm.. It might be happy at the end of this. Too bad I lost my stupid outline! You know. I might just put Irken Tak and Fateschild together. There is absolutely no distinction between the two. Yeah. Anyway, a few have been put off such as: Michelle, and now Irken Tak. Mommy's little boy will still be there, though, since I have my own theory for what actually happened to Dib's mother. IT IS NOT TRUE, THOUGH!!! It is just what happened in my series. Anyway, thankies to everyone who reviews!!!