A/N: Yay… Thanks to the people who reviewed! S'nice to know I'm loved… Anyhow, I should tell you the first few chappies may be a bit dull, but you and I have gotta get through them for plot development. Mm… Plot development…

One day, this disclaimer will be famous. So be nice to its owner, and don't sue: I do not own Invader Zim, or any characters in it (except for my lovely original character and her family). So nyah, suck my arse if you have a problem with it.

Warning: Okay, everyone. Here's the lowdown. This fic here is rated R for a reason. It is going to include more than mild swearing, sexual references (both lesbian, gay and straight), sex scenes (lesbian and possibly gay), violence, murder, attempted murder, and, of course, giggly teen sleepovers. I missed a few things out whilst writing this the first time: It also includes mention and the possibility of incest and nudity… I'm so stupid…

Although for his height, Zim hadn't changed all that much since he had first arrived on the small rock named Earth. He still had an ego the size of Dib's head, he still spoke to himself (both in and out of class), and still came up with ideas which would strike anyone, especially the previously mentioned human, as completely idiotic. Especially when they failed. But, as he progressed through his Earth schooling, his ideas seemed to mature as he realised humans mightn't be as dumb as he had thought. Yes, they were only a slight bit smarter than apes, but they had come up with numerous brilliant ideas. And, as he sat through his third Wednesday lesson that first week back at school, the teacher began to lecture them on the conflicting law that was euthanasia.

Social Science was probably the one lesson Zim needed the most if he was to take over Earth. Although people were content with the same excuse he used for his skin (a disorder which included no visible ears), and, as he entered high school, when he was a baby, he had been dropped one to many times, thus his short stature and his habit of talking to himself. He never admitted the latter, although people just presumed his legs and back and broken when he had been dropped for the twelfth time as a baby.

Gradually throughout the past four years, Zim had grown wiser through his Social Science lessons. He had learnt many things; such as slapping people for no good reason other than you felt like it was socially unacceptable. He decided it was also best not to slap the Dib Human when walking down the street; the laptop Dib was fond of carrying around was also used as a weapon, and it took Zim more then a day to get rid of his migraine and bruise. And now, as the teacher rambled on about this blessing and curse that was euthanasia, an idea had begun to grow in the Irken's mind. His last plan for world domination (which included post boxes and giant rats, that would suck, people in and then throw them in the ocean) had failed miserably, and he hadn't had any brilliant ideas for the past month. But, as the teacher explained how it was used, and the effects, Zim tried to listen attentively. As the teacher paused, bending over her desk to pick up the worksheets she had gathered, the alien raised his hand.

'Yes, Zim?' the adult asked, pushing a strand of her straw-colored hair behind her ear.

Zim cleared his throat, before speaking. 'Where would one find this euthanasia?'

The teacher raised a single, pale brow, and placed the stack of paper on the students' desk in front of her. The papers began to move around the class as she answered the male's question.

'Well, I suspect a hospital, although it's not us-' she was cut off by Zim, who was shaking his hand at her, as if she was his inferior.

'You have answered my question enough, but now I must do my work!' Grabbing the sheet from the desk beside him, he pulled out a pen, and turned to his work, although his mind was much more interested on the plan he was forming.

'Zim's up to something, I can tell!' Dib hissed towards Violet, whose attention was currently on the worksheets in front of her. Dib had previously told his new friend of three days about the alien ('Zim's an alien, you know'), and, much like other people, she seemed a little slow about believing him ('Dib, do you need to see the school psych?').

Violet slid her eyes towards the boy she was sitting next to, and cocked her face to the side. 'Yesterday you said Zim was up to something when he flicked beans at your head. Maybe he's just curious about euthanasia. Think about it, if it becomes a common, acceptable thing, then maybe society would change into something like that book, what's it called, 'The Giver', that's it. And maybe, I don't know, maybe he wants to become a vet or something.' She turned back to her sheet, and answered a question. Dib wasn't too happy with her answer.

'Zim? Looking after animals? Please, he just wants to try to conquer the human race. And now he's probably coming up with an evil plan, much like the incident with the soap…' He twisted his head to the green boy who was currently grinning like a madman, answering the questions on the sheet in a hurried manner.

Three years ago, Zim had come up with a plan to destroy mankind; he planned to steal their soap (being as he had watched an infomercial describing the effects of a new brand of soap which clamed to scare cockroaches away), and then leave them to vultures. It didn't work, and the only thing he succeeded in doing was slipping on a bar of the cockroach-ridding soap.

Her elbow propped up on her desk, and resting her head upon her hand, Violet gave a wry smile. 'You know, Dib, my dad knows a really good psychiatrist…' She blew a strand of her hair from her eyes, the grin still in place.

Dib spun back to Violet, his glasses almost falling off his face. 'I'm not insane, Violet. I'm telling the truth! Zim is an alien! You told me yourself that you believe in aliens!'

Violet shook her head, and gave a shrug. 'I do, trust me, I just find it a little hard to believe that there is an alien sitting five desks away. And if he is trying to take over the world… Well, half a dozen years have passed, so shouldn't we be in chains?'

Dib gave a groan, and turned to face his worksheets. 'It's because I'm saving everyone from his evil wrath. That's all. No big deal.' He mumbled sarcastically.

'And you have my biggest thanks.' Violet patted her friend on the shoulder, a grin on her face. After a few minutes of silence as they answered the worksheets, the girl gave a sigh. The class was rather noisy, but Dib was more than happy with that, being as no one would here what she had to say. 'Okay, I still don't know whether to believe you, but what if I come to your house Friday night, and help you… I don't know, spy on Zim?'

Dib's face grew into one of glee. 'Really?'

His female counterpart gave a nod, and scratched the back of her head. 'Yeah, I guess so. Mum's inviting her friends over- yes, she has already met people here!' She quickly put in as she saw Dib raise a brow. It's kind of like a Tupperware party except worse. It'll do me good to get out of there… They'll end up making Rose and I their models as they apply make-up on us as if they were our age. Although I think Rose rather enjoys it…'

Rose was only thirteen, and yet Violet sometimes wondered if she was older. Her youngest sibling reminded her much of a stereotypical cheerleader: Obsessed with clothes, make-up and boys. Especially boys. Onyx, her twenty-one year old brother was much like the lone wolf of the family, although Violet had been awoken one too many nights when they had lived in their former home and their bedrooms were right next to one another. Violet didn't know whether he had a lover over or was by himself those nights, and she most certainly didn't want to know.

Dib gave a chuckle at her last comment, and scribbled a quick drawing of a ghost in the corner of his page. 'I'm sure you'll be allowed; I doubt Dad will know, and I think Gaz will end up being locked in her room all night, unless we order pizza or Chinese.'

Violet nodded, and ripped a piece of paper from her notebook. Scrawling down her home number, she shoved it on Dib's desk. 'Ring me tonight just to tell me; Mum hates having less then one days notice if one of us are going to be out, especially on Make-Up the Girls night.'

The day ended with nothing spectacular happening, other than Zim crying half-way through afternoon homeroom 'Go away, you stinkbeast, my human stomach will spit itself out of my mouth if you throw one more of those saliva-covered shreds of paper at my head!'. Dib and Gaz headed the same direction as Violet about a third of the walk home, but after that Violet was more or less by herself. She lived in a fairly expensive part of the suburbs, and doubted anyone from the High School to live near-by. Their house was the only thing her father had had a say in, and he didn't much care for the rest of the arrangements. The walk way only fifteen minutes, but it was still rather boring- staring at trees and houses could only hold ones attention for so long.

When she entered her house, she immediately headed towards the staircase that headed to her room, but was stopped halfway up the stairs.

'Vy?' The sound of her sisters' voice stopped the seventeen-year-old in her tracks.

'Yeah?' She turned around, swinging her backpack off her shoulder.

'What are you doing?'

Violet gave a groan, and dumped her bag on the ground. Her sister was about to land a question on her, she could tell. 'Going to my room to do boring Senior-high homework, why?'

'Well, I was wondering…' Violet closed her eyes, her prediction coming true. 'If mum told you about Friday night…'

'It's a ritual so she doesn't need to, now can I go to my room?'

Rose rolled her eyes, and left the bottom of the stairs, her blonde hair which came straight out of a bottle swinging with every step down to the small of her back. Violet groaned, hoisted her bag onto her shoulder, and headed to her room.

She had only been up there for fifteen minutes and in the midst of her French homework- the subject she could only pass with a moderate D- when she heard her sisters voice screech through the house. Obviously her father and brother were out, or they'd be telling her to quite down. Rose had always been her mothers' favorite, being as it was obvious she was going to follow in her footsteps.

'Vi-olet! Phone call!'

Violet pushed her way out of the five boxes that were still unpacked, and rushed down the stairs, and into the marble kitchen which was most likely kept clean by a cleaner. Her mother could never clean- only cook, and Violet was frankly surprised with that.

'Who is it?' the girl asked as she headed towards her sister. She had forgotten Dib's promise to call, and it was also out of pure habit. The girls' mother, Melissa, popped her head into the kitchen, her gray eyes which Violet had inherited filled with suspicion. Her red-painted lips were pressed together, creating a thin line.

'Violet? Who is it?'

'I just asked that.'

Rose giggled, holding the phone out of her sister's reach, the mouthpiece uncovered. 'It's a boy!' she squealed.

'Oh shit! Give it back you little rat!' Violet cried, suddenly remembering the promise.

'Do you have a boyfriend, Violet?'

'NO!' Violet yelled as she lunged onto Rose, and snatched the white cordless phone off her sister. Rose screamed loudly, and began to cry.

'Say sorry!' She snapped as the dark-haired girl leapt off her sister and headed out the kitchen.

'Sorry! And he's not my fucking boyfriend!' she yelled loudly over her shoulder as the kitchen door slammed shut behind her, and she headed back up the stairs.

'Violet, don't swear!' she heard her mother yell, but took no notice about it. She finally placed the phone to her eat once she was in the safety of her room, and the door was firmly locked. Falling onto her bed, she pressed the phone to her ear.

'Sorry about that…' she quickly apologized.

'No… problem…' she heard Dib reply, sounding rather worried about the whole conversation he hadn't taken part in. 'What's this about my being your boyfriend?'

'Oh, just stupid younger sibling crap. Anyway, about Friday…?'

'Huh? Oh, yeah, it's fine.'

Violet grinned broadly although no one could see it. 'Great. Can we drop by quickly after school so I can grab my jim-jams and all that?'

'Uh-huh. You might want to bring darker clothes when we go to Zim's house- he might spot us otherwise.'

Violet gave a roll of her eyes, and replied, changing the phone to her other ear. 'Alright. I have no idea why I'm doing this, but I guess I'll play along to keep you happy.'

Dib chuckled, and after a minute or so they ended the conversation. Moving to her feet, she cracked her shoulder, and opened her door. Rose was standing by it, her ear pressed to the wall.

'What are you doing?'

Rose let out a yelp, and stared at her sister. 'Nothing. Whose house you going to?'

'Dib's. Tell mum, will you?'

Rose mumbled something about how she was not her older sisters servant, and stormed off, knowing better than to argue; Violet had broken her shoulder once when they had an argument.

Walking back into her room, Violet locked the door, set the phone on her bed, and began doing her French homework once more. Five minutes later, the phone rang. Emitting a sigh, she spun around in her swivel chair, leant over a box, and snatched the phone. Pressing the 'answer' button, she held it to her ear, presuming it was either Dib, or a friend of the family.

'Hello?' she asked, crossing her legs under the desk as she leant over her homework.

'Take me to the lab,' the voice replied, its tone dark and foreboding. A loud crash was heard, and the phone call ended abruptly. Violet raised a brow, through the phone back on the bed, and turned back to her homework in annoyance.

'Damn prank callers…' she mumbled, scratching her neck.

A/N: Yay… Another chapter done… I'm not too sure whether this one was very entertaining, but I felt people should get to know Violet's family. I loved writing about Rose. I'm the youngest in my blood-related family, but middle if you include my stepfamily. Anyway, I'll try to keep the next chapter much more of fun read, and I have a brilliant idea about Zim's plan… And no, it doesn't mean killing people with euthanasia if that's what you're thinking.

God, I hate writing about Melissa (the mother, in case you didn't interpret it up there). She seems boring.

Well, review and tell me what you think!