AN: Yay! Kali's cheap way of making progress in this fic! REJOICE! I might/probably will experiment a wee bit with POV's in this chapter so O_0 be warned.

                Ding-dong! The Membrane household's doorbell rang out for the first time in ages, to Gaz's recollection anyway. She thought she heard Dib yell at her to get it, but she ignored him. She was busy; why did she have to do anything? It never occurred to her that her brother was frantically trying to devise some Earth-saving device to cure those poor, insolent people who had fallen for Zim's ploy. Thus, she thrust her attention back to her gameslave.

"Gaz, get the door!" Her brother's annoying voice rang out. Gaz twitched. She got the door for no one, except maybe the pizza delivery guy. That was a bad choice of thought; now she wanted pizza. With a grumble she got off the couch and made her way to the kitchen, calling, "get it yourself, Dib." She opened the fridge and began rummaging around for some tasty food she might actually enjoy, smirking to herself at the sound of Dib dislodging himself from his earth-saving to go answer the door.

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                She tapped her foot impatiently, not enjoying the slight wait she was being subjected too. After all, she'd spent her whole life waiting and tired of it quite greatly. With another impatient weight shift she drummed her fingers on her crossed arms. Surely he wasn't actually… doing something? No, no that wasn't it, she decided. Even through her limited experience with him she knew he wasn't the type who had a whole lot of social offers on his plate.

                With yet another impatient sigh and narrowing of the eyes, she shifted into the position she intended to be in when the door was opened. Shoulders down, standing tall, warm smile, casual yet anxious look…

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                Dib was slightly annoyed by his sisters refusal to do anything that might possible save him an inconvenience, hurried to the front door. He didn't have the faintest whom it might be, seeing as visitors were so infrequent. He couldn't remember the last time some one had come, besides Zim, who showed up more often than Dib liked. So he opened the door.

                Whatever he might've expected the person on the other side to look like didn't match at all what he saw. The woman before him was tall – well taller than him at least – but upon a second glance he figured that could also be caused by her large and shiny black boots. What you could see of her legs that weren't cloaked in boot or her rather short purple skirt was covered in fishnet stalking. Above that, she had a black tank top that was, like the rest of her clothing, rather tight. Her slightly longer than shoulder length hair was a dark purple; apparently, that was a normal hair colour around here. Whatever look she was going for, she certainly went for it. Actually, Dib thought, after sizing her up, she looks like a hooker.

"Uh… can I help you?"
He was rather surprised as the woman swooned and leant over, embracing him tightly. 

"Er…"
The woman giggled, and straightened herself up.                     

"You should allow me to explain myself," she said, in some odd foreign accent Dib couldn't quite place, "I suppose I should have right away. I've been working for the CIA for little over twelve years now, I believe. Yes…that's about right. Anyway, in the beginning of the first year, I met your father. My job was in a lull at the time, and we ended up spending a considerable amount of time together. Just when I'd given up on having a riveting life and had settled down with my two darling young children, I got called away on a job assignment I simply could not turn down. It took much longer than anyone anticipated – about nine years, in fact. Anyway, Dib, what I'm trying to say is… I'm your mother."

Dib stared at the woman in front of him in awe.


Before lowering an eyebrow and replying.

"Uh, no, you're not, my mom's –"
The woman blinked at the response and shrugged, interrupting. She obviously didn't care where 'she' was.  

"Whatever, I tried. Perhaps this will jog your memory more?"

AN: GASP! WHO IS THIS STRANGER? … lirl, well you can probably figure it out. If not uh… all will soon be revealed. Haa, you thought I had gone all Mary-sue now didn't you? x) No offense meant to any one story in particular, it'll be explained in the next chapter why you had to be subjected to that monstrosity. Yeah. R/R, silly goose.