My apologies for that last short chapter, but I wanted to get something ANYTHING up
before I lost my comp for 5 days.. As a reviewer said it was a chapter shorter then Zim
(^*^);;;;;;.. Yes, I know. I run spell check in 2 different programs, and I do look it over
myself but I just cant get all of my mistakes. If it bothers you so much don't read, or
voulentear to be my beta. As for not writing a good Gir.. I don't know how to respond to
that. Oh well.. we all have our weak points.. As for mocking Zim's inability to catch Dib.
Well, that will change soon enough.. heh heh. I know Zgar is so ooc it burns and in real
life i have no illusions about slash. except maybe in eppy where Gir drinks a love potion
then marries his pig.. heh heh... *runs off to scribble that down..*


His sister. His enemy. Dancing. Together. Dib stood there stunned as his Jaw dropped.
His large intelligent brain could not handle it. Gaz finally spotted him her smile turned
into a scowl. Her lightly closed eyes turned to their comfortable tight squint. Zim felt the
change in her almost as soon as he saw it. He stopped and turned. his happy love sick
smile turned into a frown. Dib stood there his eyes wider then Zim thought was possible.
Gaz walked quickly over to him blocking Zim from his view.
"Zim I have to go. I'll call you."
"but..!"
"Not now Zim. I would leave while Dib is still comatose"
Zim nodded and quickly left through the back door. he did not want to fight Dib. His head
was so messed up with emotions he knew would not win. Dib just stared at the spot
where they had danced. Shock first. Then denial. Then anger. Then anger management
class. Gaz said his name a few times but he did not respond. She then slapped him.
"whasafa?" he muttered
"come on Dib its time for you to drive me home."
"home? drive?"
"yes let go now Dib." It was about 10 minuets into the drive home when anger kicked in.
"how could you Gaz! He's the enemy! You were fraternizing with the enemy!"
"Dib he is your enemy not mine. Watch out for that mail box." Gaz said her voice calm,
as Dib driving like a maniac just missed a mailbox.
"he is ALL MANKIND'S enemy!" Dib said his voice angry and frightened. Frightened
because the two people who tended to make his life a living hell were dancing together.
How could he protect mankind if he couldn't save his own little sister from the aliens
charm.
"Dib. Cat." Her swerved and missed it by inches. Gaz couldn't care less how Dib felt. It
was not her problem. She liked Zim if he couldn't deal with it.... She would make him
deal with it. As for Zim taking over the world.. She had said it once she would say it
again. He was soooo bad at it. The were both the stupidest guys she knew, but one was
blood. The other was cute even if he was stupid.

On the massive....

"Red do you know what day it is."
"Nacho day?"
"think short and annoying."
"No! Purple it could not be that day!"
"Yep. It's the day when Zim calls us."
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" Tallest Red and Purple had limited Zim down to one broadcast per
year. They had explained to him that if he called every day they would not have enough
time to organize and use all the useful information. Red had not believed he would buy it,
but he had. Now they only had to be annoyed by him once a year. So they sat on the
edge of their seats brace for another horribly boring broadcast. 10 seconds until he
would call. 9 seconds 8 . 7 . 6 . 5. 4 . 3 . 2. 1. One-second. Nothing. He had not called.
ten more seconds passed. Still nothing. Was it to much to hope for? Red let out a whoop
of joy. Purple cried
"He must have died!"
"No, it would be to good to be true!" Red answered.
"You know there is only one way to find out."
"do we have to?"
"If we want to sleep yes."
"But Purple I was not gonna sleep any way.."

Zim sat at his computer sighing happily. He felt complete different form his normal evil
self. The voice had taken over. He wondered if this is how Gir felt. If maybe Gir was in
love with life. Gir must really be advanced and not stupid like he had assumed years ago.
Gir ran by with a flaming pig.
"Nah Gir's just stupid." Zim said happily. He scribbled a few hearts with the word Gaz
in them on a note pad. The incoming message tone sounded. He ignored it. It sounded
again. sighing agitatedly he typed accept on a control nearby. He turned around saying
"What is it!? Can't you tell I'm busy?" anger and annoyance in his voice. When he saw
who was contacting him he grew 5 shades paler. His hand flew to his mouth, and he
dropped the floor in a bow. "M-my tallest! I am sorry I did not realize!"
"Did not realize your superiors were calling you? Red said trying to sound angry and hide
his disappointment at Zim not being.. well, Dead.
"I beg for your forgiveness Sirs! Shall I destroy myself now?" Red was about to say yes
when Purple interrupted him.
"That will not be necessary. We just want to know why you did not contact us."
"Contact you? But....." Then the time and date hit Zim. " uh. uh.. b-because.. I Did not
have anything worth wasting your precious time! No nothing has happened at all since I
last contacted you."
"that's funny even when nothing happens Zim normally tells about it in excruciating
detail." Red muttered.
"What was that sir?"
"Nothing. What's that behind you? The note pad with the funny writing." Purple had
spotted the pad with Gaz's name in English. Zim moved to cover it with his hand.
"n-nothing my tallest just some schematics. .... .... ... Is that Gir blowing up my latest
machine? Got to go!" Zim cut the transmission and set his answering machine to: We're
sorry your call will not go through. Will you please hang up, and try your call again.
repeating over and over and over. Panting with fear Zim smacked himself. How could he
be so foolish. He had forgotten the most important thing about a mission. You covered
your tracks. Next time he would have to be more careful if the tallest contacted him. A
better excuse for why he was not doing his job. He nearly blew away his chance. A
different voice told him that this was treason. Something hardened in him then. "Who
am I kidding? My mission is a failure. I am a disgrace to the tallest anyway. but she.. She
doesn't think that at all." He sighed and sat back down to doodle some more.

"He's hiding something"
"Do you think he's plotting against us?"
Red and purple both bust out laughing at that. They knew he was not smart enough to try
something like rebel.
"That pad behind him though.." Purple scratched his chin. "I think I know what that
symbol means.'
"You actually listened to what Zim was saying during those things?"
"OK once I was bored! Once!" Purple responded. Red just shook his head. "It was a heart
A human organ, or it can represent an emotion called love. The humans have a whole day
around it." Red had already started to sink into an unreachable drooling coma.
"Nevermind." Purple sighed. "Red pass the cheese nips."

Dib stared at the glowing blue vial in front of him. It would burn through most
compounds but not glass. It produced power for a few of Zims higher class experiments.
He knew all this before he had stole it. Having learned along time ago picture and even
videotape evidence was not enough to frame Zim, he had changed his strategy. The more
things he could destroy and steal the better. Now however he was not thinking of how to
capture Zim. No. He just wanted him dead. In the darkness of his room with only the light
of his computer and the vial to work by, Dib plotted. "Romeo must die" he whispered
his face contorted into a wicked scowl.
Before it was a game. Zim and he were the only players. No one else knew the rules or
could begin to. They played on many different levels physical, mental, and even at times
social. They each won they each lost. Eternal ending in a tie. Dib knew it would end
somehow, Zim knew it too, but it was their game. Their life. Then in one moment the
rules changed. Zim had found a new way to play. Dib's defenses were blown away. he
felt weak and angry. The stakes were no longer distant. It was not the world Dib had to
fight for. It was his sisters very soul. No longer would Dib fight just to stop Zim take
over. He would kill Zim. It was not a matter of opinion. he would kill Zim. Even if he had
to die to do so.

When Gaz had gotten home she had run to her room, slammed the door, and turned up
her music full blast. Having access to many high speed computers and a CD burner she
had made a mix of anything she liked or felt interesting. Now rob zombies living dead
girl blasted as Gaz sketched in her sketch book.. She drew aliens and stars, magic, people,
what ever came to mind. She just let her emotions drain into her work. Carefully placing
stroke after stroke of lead. Then adding and blending colors. Emotions to her were so real
and scary. Why should she be normal? why should she be human? To be human was to
be so very weak. Games and art helped her to at least seem inhuman. She controlled her
emotions. her rage. Her rage controlled her. She finished what she had been drawing. It
was Zim. her eyes widened. Maybe it would not be so easy to get rid of these emotions.