Author's Notes: Chapter nine, ready and waiting. I've made myself promise I'm not going to write again until Thursday, when my first exam is over. God, I need will power. I made that promise at the end of the last chapter too……….

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Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper I love you

Birds singing in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me

Dib stirred first. He felt weaker than he ever had in his entire life. His mind was slow escaping the agony of hell he had been experiencing only a few hours earlier but it was quick to recognise the hot breath whispering across his neck. Dib tried to move, to see who was sleeping so close to him but his limbs wouldn't respond beyond a light trembling. He opened his eyes to find a green hand wrapped tightly around both his wrists. Green? He glanced down to find another green hand wrapped firmly around his waist. His mind slowly began to dissolve and Dib immediately tensed when his brain informed him it was Zim sleeping next to him. But how had he come to be here? He tried to remember details but all he got were flashes of pain and grainy images. He tried to look around him but everything was blurred. Someone had removed his glasses. It must have been Zim. Blushing, Dib turned his attentions back on the sleeping alien behind him. He was pretty sure he didn't have enough energy to dislodge him, but in a way he didn't want to. Ok, so technically it was his arch nemesis that was lying curled up behind him but Zim had been so different lately. They had been getting on so well; maybe Zim wasn't such a bad guy after all, (well once you got past the whole dooming the Earth thing anyway). He had saved his life once already, twice if this plan worked. And it wasn't in a push-you-out-of-the-path-of-a-speeding-car- save your life. Zim had calculated, planned and worked on ways to stop the cancer. The guy had had plenty of time to think about it. Why would your mortal enemy suddenly have a change of heart and decide they actually did want you around? For that matter why had he helped Zim out? What was that saying? All's fair in love and war. Whether or not Zim had helped him it didn't mean Dib had to help Zim. Dib sighed to himself. This wasn't something he wanted to think about with Zim snuggled up behind him. He'd just sleep on it. He'd ask Zim later. Right then, Dib just wanted to sleep.

Zim woke almost immediately after Dib. He felt the human tense against him and then slowly relax. He knew Dib was awake, his breathing was too shallow, but the human didn't comment or try to move away from him. Zim felt his heart quicken as he watched Dib glance down at the hand he had wrapped around the thin boy's waist. Zim cursed himself for falling asleep but his eyes remained closed. If Dib tried to get up or if he asked him what in the world he was doing he would...he would have to think quicker than he was right then! Wasn't he supposed to have lightning fast invader scheming? Why couldn't he think of a legitimate reason for him to be sleeping pressed too close to Dib? He thought he would cry out in relief when he felt Dib settle down again without comment. In a few short minutes Dib had fallen asleep again and Zim had won. Granted it was a small victory. He waited a few more minutes until he was sure Dib was in a deep sleep before Zim began to remove himself from the tangled pile of limbs. First he removed his hand from Dib's waist, resting it on his hip until he was sure Dib was steadied. Then he began to gingerly remove his hand from under Dib's neck and around his wrists. This took more time than he first anticipated and Dib nearly woke up more than once but eventually he succeeded. He propped himself up on one arm as he stared down at Dib's sleeping form. Smiling weakly to himself, Zim quietly hopped of the bed to be greeted with GIR grinning up at him.

"Aw, you looked so cute!"

"Quiet GIR!" Zim chastised the robot, glancing back at Dib to ensure he was still sleeping. Signalling to GIR he walked over to the control panel and began analysing the data he had collected so far.

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It was some hours later when Dib once more regained consciousness. He noticed immediately Zim's absence. Instead of the warmth previously provided by the green skinned alien a light sheet was draped over him. He still felt a little weak but he had recovered dramatically since the morning. Slowly he pushed himself up, resting his weight on his elbow. Squinting he looked around for any sign of Zim, and while he thought about it, his glasses. In his limited view the lab seemed vacant. He spied his glasses on a metal table and reached out for them. Unfortunately he misjudged the distance and only succeeded in knocking the contents of the table on the floor. Cursing he began to untangle himself for the sheets so that he could retrieve his spectacles. Before he managed to do so Zim was by his side. Dib jumped slightly in shock, he had thought the lab was deserted.

"You shouldn't be out of bed yet." Zim gently pushed Dib back on the bed, tucking the sheet around him to keep him warm.

"I was trying to get my glasses." Dib defended as he made himself comfortable.

Zim glanced to the floor before bending down to pick up Dib's glasses. He placed them on the bed next to Dib's leg before pulling out a small electronic device. "I need to take your temperature." He looked nervously at Dib, as if asking permission.

"Eh, ok." Dib shrugged, glancing down at his glasses. He would have preferred to put them on first but he supposed Zim thought it best he didn't have them on when getting his temperature taken. He squinted at Zim as he fiddled with the device in his possession. Gingerly Zim lifted his hand to Dib's ear, inserting an attachment into the ear canal. Dib winced, not exactly enjoying the sensation of having something so near to his eardrum. Zim observed this discomfort. Smiling listlessly he laid his other hand lightly on Dib's forehead, brushing back some of the unruly hair that fell about Dib's eyes. Dib blushed slightly at this contact but did not protest. After a few seconds the device in Dib's ear beeped and Zim grudgingly removed his hand as well as the attachment in Dib's ear. He picked up Dib's glasses, longing to personally place them on Dib but instead pressing them into Dib's hand.

Dib blinked a few times as he pushed his glasses on. He pushed his hair back out of his face before looking up at Zim. The alien sure was acting quiet. "So how's my temperature?" Zim was still inspecting the device. He glanced up at Dib before looking back at the little machine in his palm. Dib inhaled sharply when he made eye contact with Zim. "Zim, your eyes! They're back to normal!" He couldn't stop himself from smiling.

Zim smiled back at him, a real, genuine smile, so very rare in him. "You're temperature is normal. 37 degrees Celsius." He laughed slightly at the shocked look on Dib's face. "I've had some success with the genetic modifications that have been happening to me."

"I'll say!" Dib looked him over, there didn't seem to be any other real changes but he supposed it was only early days yet. The change in Zim's eyes was dramatic enough. They had reverted back to their natural ruby red, slightly larger than a human's and beautifully unique. "That's great, Zim. How? What happened?"

"You're cancerous lymphocytes began altering my DNA, changing it. I created a counter virus that is eliminating them in my body. As I don't constantly make lymphocytes like humans do many of the results can be reversed such as my eyes, muscle density, organs etc. With time most of my original form will be regenerated."

"Most?" Dib noticed the depressed tone Zim finished his explanation with.

"There are some irreversible changes, bone growth being the main one. I'm not sure if this-" He gave his green-black hair a sharp tug. "-will fall out or not."

"What about your extra fingers? Will they fall off or something?" Dib scrunched his nose in response to the image of that which his mind dredged up.

Zim's face mirrored his own. "NO! As I said bone growth will probably be irreversible." He sighed, glancing down at his new, and as far as he was concerned disgusting, hands.

"Oh...sorry." Dib took Zim's hand and squeezed it. The process of comforting another was as alien to his as it was to Zim. "But look on the bright side, at least you'll be taller. Your society's height based, isn't it?" Dib tried to keep the mocking tone from his voice. He thought very little of Zim's society structure. Zim shrugged in response, relishing the feeling of Dib's hand on his own. "At least you're eyes are back to normal." Dib tried.

Zim smiled lopsidedly, inclining his head to one side. "You think?"

"Yeah, those half human, half Irken eyes were kind of weird. Your regular eyes are way nicer." Dib's cheeks stained pink as soon as he uttered this.

Zim broke into a full smile, biting his bottom lip. Dib liked his eyes...

"Yeah, so...eh, when will I be mobile again." Dib pulled his hand back from Zim's, embarrassed. He pretended to adjust his glasses needing to look away from Zim's delighted smile.

"Soon. I need to run a few more tests but you should be able to go home tonight." Zim immediately wished he had lied. He had grown so accustomed to Dib's presence the thought of it being removed played painfully with his heart.

"Cool. I'm sure Gaz's probably wondering where I am by now." Dib reconsidered this. "Actually that's highly unlikely. What kind of tests do you have to do?" Dib sincerely hoped they didn't involve needles and blood taking.

"Just a few scans." Zim retrieved a small hand held device. "You need to lean forward." Dib complied, wincing at a slight pain in his lower back. Zim moved behind him. He was about to place one hand one the base of Dib's spine but remembered how Dib had complained about his hands begin cold. He rubbed his hands together briefly before resuming his scan. He stretched the skin surrounding the incision slightly, raising an eyebrow when he noticed Dib shiver again. "Sorry, I thought I had warmed my hands sufficiently."

Dib failed to reply. It wasn't the fact that Zim's hands were cool that caused that reaction in him. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore as Zim lightly ran his index finger along the small, pink scar on the base of his spine.

Zim held the skin taught as he brought the scanner to Dib's body. It began to receive information from the microchip. Once sufficient data was conveyed he shut the device off. He glanced at Dib's back once more. There was a small scar left behind from the incision. He frowned, he thought he had healed it completely. He ran his index finger along the short length of the scar, feeling the slightly raised tissue. Again he felt Dib shudder against him. Blushing at his indulgence Zim picked up the scanner and returned to Dib's eye line.

"It will take some time for the scanner to download the information and for the computer to decipher it." Zim glanced around the lab. "Do you want to watch t.v. while you wait or something?"

"Sure." Dib shrugged and began to get off the bed. Zim held out a hand for him when he begin to struggle. He was still feeling a little weak. Once he was standing Zim retrieved his T-shirt and helped him into it. "Thanks." He looked down at Zim through lowered lashes. He had never felt this self-conscious in his life. He glanced from Zim's eyes to the antennae twitching flat against his head. Without a conscious thought he reached out and ran two fingers along the length of the closest one. Zim's eyes fluttered closed, his breath becoming a hiss and head bowing. Dib's jaw dropped in response to what he had just done. He fell back a step, bringing his hand to his mouth. "Oh God, Zim sorry I..." But he had no explanation for what he had just done.

Zim shook his head furiously, blinking a few times. Irken's antennae where incredible sensitive but that feeling coupled with one centred between his legs really threw him off balance. There had been some other changes in his body that he hadn't been so comfortable discussing with Dib. From what he had learned of humans he knew they were uncomfortable discussing intimate parts of their anatomy and query on that subject would probably really throw Dib.

"Zim, are you ok? Did I hurt you?" Dib began to grow worried as Zim continued to ignore him.

"What? No! I'm fine!" Zim snapped attention. "Upstairs?" He glanced over at Dib before turning abruptly and marching in the direction of the elevator.

Dib stared after him for a second and then ran to catch up with him. Zim stole a look a Dib from the corner of his eye as he instructed the computer to take them to the house level. They were brought up in the living room where GIR was sitting on the sofa, staring transfixed at the television. He looked over to Zim as they made their way into the room.

"Yay! Tacos!" The little robot began running around the room, giggling happily to himself.

"No GIR, we have to-" Zim tried to calm him.

"No tacos?" GIR stopped his rampaging immediately. Unfortunately he had been running on the ceiling at the time and so he dropped to the floor at Dib and Zim's feet.

"No tacos, GIR. Dib is still-"

But again GIR cut him off, this time with high pitched wailing. He stopped abruptly before begging on him knees. "But my master, you promised! I...I cleaned and master said I could get tacos and Intestines of War! You promised!" He began wailing again, banging his little fists off the floor.

"Well, I'm sorry GIR but-"

"Oh, get him his tacos, Zim." Dib interrupted Zim, feeling sorry for the distraught robot.

"Will you be ok here on your own?" Zim ignored GIR and turned to Dib.

"Yeah, I'll be-" Dib looked more intently at Zim. "You're going to leave my on my own?"

Zim looked back, completely serious. "You would be too weak to make it to the mall at a regular pace, never mind with GIR in a rush to get tacos." Zim explained.

"And you're ok leaving me here alone?" Dib still couldn't believe Zim was going to leave him alone in his base.

Zim considered this. He considered making Dib agree not to go snooping around in the labs but he decided against it. He needed to know if he could trust the human. "I trust you won't go sneaking around." His mouth went dry and so he had difficulty saying this.

"You trust me?" Dib stared into Zim's eyes, wishing he could read his minds.

Zim looked to the floor as he considered this. He looked back up at Dib, returning his stare for some time. "Yes."

Dib's jaw dropped and he stood gaping at Zim. Zim smirked playfully at him. He certainly looked adorable, all confused like that. Wait, had he actually used the word adorable? And in context with Dib? He shook his head sighing, a slight smile still on his lips. "Come on GIR." He motioned for GIR to put on his disguise. The silver robot yelped in happiness as he pulled on his green dog suit. Zim attached the lead and glanced back to Dib. Dib had regained some of his composure but he was still speechless. Zim turned from him, grinning like an idiot. He picked up the remote control and placed it in Dib's hand. "We have all the satellite stations available. I trust you'll find something suitable." He grinned even wider when Dib blushed at the mention of the word trust. "Do you want something to eat?" He asked as an after thought.

"Mexican? Eugh, I don't think so." Dib made himself comfortable on the sofa.

"I could get you something else. Pizza?" Zim had to pull hard on GIR's leash as the 'dog' began to get impatient.

"No, all Gaz ever orders is pizza. I'm sick of it." Dib began flipping through the channels, looking for something of interest.

"Anything? I'm going to be in the mall anyway." Zim gave the leash a harsh tug, knocking GIR back on his rear.

"Anything?"

Zim rolled his eyes as he began to grow impatient. "Anything."

"Eh, chicken fried noodles would be great!" Dib smiled enthusiastically.

"Ok, that's Chinese in origin, correct?" Zim remember to put in his contact lenses, chastising himself for almost going out without them.

"Yep." Dib glanced from the television to Zim and back to the television.

"Ok." Zim looked over at GIR who was once more pulling on his leash. "I shouldn't be long."

"Ok." Dib's stare remained fixed on the television. Zim opened the door and was in the process of closing it again when he heard Dib call after him. "Thanks, Zim."

Zim just smiled to himself as he continued. He actually liked doing things for Dib...

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Zim sighed as he began opening the door to his base. GIR was munching happily on his thirteenth taco with no signs of being anywhere near full. The greasy robot burst through the door as soon as Zim undid the lock. He ran over to the DVD player and entered the movie he rented, oblivious to Dib. "Yay! Intestines of WAR!" He did a small dance before running over to the sofa and plopping himself down next to Dib, where he proceeded to eat his fourteenth taco.

Zim shook his head in defeat before glancing over to Dib. The human was staring at GIR a look of disbelief on his face. "Hey." He greeted him as he took his seat on the sofa. "Here." He handed Dib the carton of Chinese food as he settled down next to him, pulling off his contacts in the process.

"Thanks!" Dib unwrapped his favourite dish, inhaling the savoury smell. "Mmmm."

Zim snook a peak at what Dib had ordered and scrunched up his face at it. "Eugh, it looks like worms, Dib."

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it Zim!" Dib picked up a mass of noodles with his chopsticks and deposited them in his mouth.

Zim simply stared at him in disgust.

"Oh come on." Dib sucked an extra noodle into his mouth.

"I'm allergic to human food, remember?" Zim watched as the noodle bounced of Dib's nose before disappearing into his mouth.

"Well-" Dib took another mouthful. "I thought your body was in a human/Irken limbo. Maybe you can tolerate some human food now."

Zim considered this. "Well..."

"Oh come on, Zim. Stop begin such a baby!" Dib picked up a pile of noodles with his chopsticks and waved them in front of Zim. "For meeeee!" He teased.

Zim rolled his eyes, trying to suppress a smile. "Fine." He tried to take the chopsticks from Dib. Unfortunately he dropped all the noodles from them in the process. He spent a further five minutes trying to pick up another load of noodles, failing miserably each time. "These are useless! What kind of idiot designed such useless eating devices!"

"Eh, only one of the most ancient cultures on Earth. Here" Dib took Zim's hand and attempted to get it in the correct position. "Eh, there try now."

Feeling awkward Zim attempted to pick up a small amount of noodles, but only managed to drop them once more. "Eugh! I give up." He threw the chopsticks into the carton and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fine." Dib picked up the chopsticks and collected a small amount of noodles. "Here." He held it out to Zim. Zim eyed him. "Just eat them, Zim." Sighing Zim leaned forward and took the offered noodles. He grudgingly had to admit they were good and no searing pain was also a plus. "Told you." Dib couldn't help getting one up on Zim. Although in the end he regretted offering Zim any of his noodles as the alien insisted on helping Dib finish them off.

Once adequately full they settled down to watch the movie GIR had insisted on renting. Zim sighed long and low. He had seen this movie more times than he cared to remember.

"What does GIR like some much about this movie anyway?" Dib asked, more to distract Zim (who's eye was twitching noticeably) than out of genuine curiosity.

Zim merely shrugged. "I don't know. GIR tends to get fixated on things."

Dib nodded in reply.

"Were you watching something of importance anyway?" Zim turned to Dib, glad for the distraction.

"Unlimited channels and still nothing to watch." Dib mused. He turned back to Zim who was eyeing him carefully. "Eh, no not really. Just the greatest love story ever told." He mocked.

"What?" Zim furrowed his brow in confusion.

"I was watching Romeo and Juliet, Baz Luhrmann's. I heard on a web site that they capture a UFO in the top right hand corner. I didn't see it though."

Zim looked thoughtful. "Don't they both die in that movie? Romeo and Juliet, don't they die?"

"Yeah." Dib replied, equally confused.

"Well, what's so great about that? That doesn't seem like a great love story." Zim turned fully to Dib, eager for his explanation.

"That's the point, isn't it. They put everything on the line for each other, their friends, their families. Its about true love conquering all, including death."

Zim didn't reply to Dib's explanation though. He was too lost in thought. Romeo and Juliet died for each other because they loved each other. Zim thought back to earlier in the lab. Why had he treated Dib before himself? For all he knew his condition was just as serious, if not more, than Dib's. He felt light headed and almost woozy, as if he was in zero gravity.

"Zim, are you ok?" Dib reached out and touched Zim on the arm.

Zim responded by looking up at him, more intensely than anyone had ever looked at him in his entire life. Dib felt his breath quicken as Zim's eyes bore into him.

"I think I love you."

Dib's mind went foggy. He heard Zim say the words and he say them play across the alien's lips but his mind refused to accept it. He watched almost as from outside his body as Zim moved closer to him. Subconsciously he licked his lips as he glanced down to Zim's. His eyes shut of their own accord when he felt Zim's mouth gently touch his own. It was so gently and tentative, like a fairy's breath, and then it was gone. He slowly opened his eyes to find Zim hovering before him, an unsure look on his face. Dib smiled shyly at him, dropping his eyes momentarily. When he looked back at Zim, he was slightly closer. Zim glanced down at Dib's lips again, biting his own lightly. He fixed his gaze back on Dib again, a questioning look in his eyes. Dib nodded and once again Zim leaned into him and he felt the alien's lips against his own.

This time each was less hesitant. Zim pressed Dib back against the sofa, for once in his life thankful GIR had rented that horrible movie and so he was focused on the television. Dib ran his tongue along Zim's lip, surprising the alien. Zim opened his mouth slightly in shock, giving Dib access. Dib took the opportunity and deepened the kiss, smiling to himself when he heard Zim moan. Zim brought his hand to Dib's face, brushing his messy ebony hair off his face and rubbing the back of his hands against Dib's soft, pale skin. Shaking Dib reached out with his own hand, intent on stroking Zim's antennae and evoking the reaction he had seen earlier, when the phone rang shrilly.

Zim called out in shock, loosing his balance and falling off the sofa. Dib took one look at him sprawled on the floor before erupting in peals of laughter. Zim regained his composure and attempted to glare at Dib, although for some reason he found it much too difficult. "You dare mock, Zim!" He placed his hands on his hips and attempted to look imposing. Dib put on a stony face before he began sniggering again. Shaking his head, Zim strolled over to the telephone, plucking it out of GIR's grip.

"Hello?"

"Zim?" A disgruntled voice barked down the phone.

"Yes. Identify yourself." Zim began to worry, who would have his phone number.

"It's Gaz. Is Dib there?" She sounded impatient.

"Yes. Why?" Zim glanced over at Dib, who had regained his composure once Zim had begun to speak.

"Just put him on, Zim." Gaz's voice was low and threatening.

Zim glanced at the phone before extending it to Dib. "It's Gaz."

Dib got off the sofa, a confused look on his face. He took the phone from Zim, prolonging contact for perhaps longer than necessary. "Yeah?"

"You're late, Dib. You have an appointment with the oncologist in ten minutes. Dad's here waiting for you."

"Oh no, I completely forgot. I'll be there in five." Dib hastily hung up the phone and turned to Zim. "I have to go. I have a doctor's appointment." He became embarrassed and avoided eye contact.

"Ok." Zim felt his heart fall. Why was Dib avoiding looking at him? He must have regretted what they had just done. Crestfallen, Zim turned and began walking in the direction of the door, Dib following immediately behind. He held the door open for Dib, looking out into the street, not able to look at what he assumed would be rejection.

"So, eh, I guess I'll see ya." Dib fidgeted. He had just spent the past ten minutes necking with his enemy, what do you say after that? He ran a hand through his hair before bending down and kissing Zim quickly on the lips. "Bye." He turned to run down the steps before a hand caught him from behind.

"Will...will you call back later?" Zim's cheeks were painted pink but he retained eye contact the entire time.

"Do you want me to?" Dib bit his lip.

"Yes." Zim reluctantly let go of Dib's hand, his gaze dropping to the floor.

Dib didn't reply. Instead he took the few steps back to Zim. He lifted Zim's head gently with one hand until the other boy was staring up at him. Gently he kissed Zim on the lips, lightly rubbing his thumb across Zim's cheek. He pulled back enough to rest his forehead against Zim's. "See you in about an hour?"

Zim could only nod in reply. Dib moved back, feeling slightly embarrassed for being so bold. He smiled broadly at Zim before turning and heading in the direction of home. Zim watched him go, feeling like he never had before. He felt like he was walking on air. He couldn't keep the smile from his face. He returned to the sofa, beaming at GIR.

"AW, master! You look happy!" GIR bounced on the sofa, knocking the end table over.

Zim glanced at the table and found he didn't care that GIR had goofed up again. "I am, GIR. I am happy." Zim smiled to himself, as he glanced at his watch. Only an hour.

What they both failed to notice was that when GIR knocked over the table he activated the remote-hailing device. Both Zim and GIR remained oblivious as the picture behind them retracted and a screen appeared informing them it was calling The Massive. It was only a slight bleeping as the systems connected that alerted Zim to anything unusual going on.

He turned to find the control room of The Massive displayed before him. Both Tallest Red and Purple were engaged in a hand puppet show and only glanced down at him.

Red sighed. "What is it now, Zim?" He did a double take on the being before him. "Zim?"

Purple, observing Red's interest, turned to the view screen. "Zim? What happened to you?"

Zim swallowed nervously, for the first time in his life hating the images of his Tallest.

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Dib whistled as he made his way to Zim's. He received a clean bill of health, all though that did little to surprise him, but still it was nice to have it confirmed. He couldn't wait to tell Zim. Zim...if someone had told him a week ago that he be in some kind of relationship with the crazy alien he would have dubbed them more insane than he was, but here he was. It didn't make sense really, but when had his life ever made sense. All he knew was that he was happy. He was happy, something he had not felt since, since before his mother died. He couldn't wait to see Zim again, his mint green skin, his ruby eyes...maybe he really was insane. But he didn't really care, all he wanted was to see Zim again, to be with him again.

He turned the corner leading to Zim's house to find nothing but an empty crater. There was no trace of the small, cyan house or its occupants. Large, gapping holes were left in the houses on either side. A massive network of tunnels was revealed underneath, showing the full extent of Zim's massive laboratories.

But Dib took none of this in. He simply stood and stared at the empty lot before him, feeling just as empty inside. Zim had left him.

Say nighthy-night and kiss me

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

While I'm alone and blue as can be,

Dream a little dream of me

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Oh, my God, how mean am I? I totally could have finished that happily about a page ago but I just know I can get more angst outta this story.

I also only realised that Zim and Dib only kissed in this, the ninth chapter. It didn't seem that long when I was writing chapters 1-8 but looking back, I'm surprised anyone actually stayed with this story!

So what's next, you say? What happened to Zim? What's Dib gonna do? (Poor Dib, I'm being so mean to him in this story, aren't I?) I feel like I'm doing a cheesy to be continued 80's thing. Which I guess I am except it's not the 80's. Oh well, the 80's rocked (except the clothes *shudder*) My Little Pony, The Turtles, man they kicked ass! (Sorry I spent much of the day at yesterdayland.com. It's a class site. Check it out!)