A/N: And I finally decide to update. Wow. This will be the last chapter of this fic; I was planning on making it longer, but… Well, you know how it is.

Disclaimer: 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), possibility of 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…

Dib sat beside Gaz on her hospital bed, listening to her tell a story of a rather bossy nurse. Although Gaz was more or less healed from her suicide attempt, the doctors felt it was best to keep her on "suicide watch". Gaz also guessed her father had something at her long stay at the hospital; Dib had said the professor felt more at ease with her under constant watch. The girl didn't know whether or not this was a good thing.

Gaz finished her story, rubbing her wrists. She had several stitches in one, where she had a long, vertical scar upon it. There was a moments pause, before Gaz spoke once more.

'Have you spoken to Zim lately?' she asked quietly. Dib looked down at his knees, and sighed.

'I convinced Zim to see if he could find out what happened… to… to…' he stopped, and drew in a deep breath. 'He says that, although he isn't sure, she may have been transported somewhere. Most likely around the neighbourhood, but he doesn't know physically may have happened to her. She could have been killed, or she could be alive. But other than that… Zim said… she could have a broken wrist, a bad cold, to… well, she could be paralyzed from the neck down.'

Gaz nodded, and tugged at the bed sheets. 'So there hasn't been any news?'

'No.' Dib stopped talking for a moment, and watched his sister. She had been, although not open, easier to talk to. He mused about the thought, before speaking. 'Did you love her?' he finally asked. Gaz remained quiet, before giving one, slow nod.

'Yes.'

And then she cried. Dib reached forward, and ignoring her small pleas for him not to touch her, he hugged her tightly against his chest, rocking her back and forth, mumbling useless words under his breath.

Several minutes past, brother and sister locked in an uncomfortable hug, before Dib slowly released his sister.

'I should get going,' he whispered, patting his sister on the head. Gaz nodded, and they uttered, before Dib left.

Gaz lay in her bed for many minutes, eyes closed. If Zim had been telling the truth to Dib, than there was a slight chance that Violet could be alive and well; or at least alive. The girl thought about that for a few more seconds, before rolling onto her side, and opened her eyes. The prospect of Violet being alive unsettled Gaz. Pulling herself from the uncomfortable hospital bed, she stood up, unsteady at first from having lain in bed for several days, before walking out the room. She wasn't certain if she was allowed out of bed, and if she weren't, she would find out soon enough.

The hospital pajamas she had been given were itchy against her skin, and she found herself scratching at herself as she walked down the corridor. Several nurses passed her without a word so she just wandered aimlessly down the corridor and into the ward at the other end. She gazed into various rooms, and by the fifth room, she saw someone she remembered somewhat.

'Mister Douglas!' she cried out in surprise. The man glanced up from the clipboard he was writing, shocked. He forced a smile, finished writing in it, said good-bye to his patient and walked out to the teenager, clipboard under his arm.

'Gaz, right?' he asked. Gaz nodded. 'I saw you at Rose's… funeral…'

'Yes…' Gaz replied. The two walked down the corridor silently for a second.

'You're in here for… hurting you wrist, correct?'

Gaz gazed down at her hand, and rubbed her stitches. 'Yes…'

There was an uneasy silence between the two, before Gaz drew in a breath and spoke. 'I'm sorry about you losing your daughter, and having another missing, Mister Douglas… If there's anything I can do, I'd be only willing to do it.'

Violet's father sighed, and stopped walking. He raised a hand to his temple, and grimaced. 'Gaz, I know you would. You were a good friend of Violet, and… To be honest, I'm thinking of moving back over to the other side of the country. Everything has been falling down since we moved here. Melissa… Well, I haven't spoken to her yet about moving back, and I want to stay here as long as possible in case Violet comes home, or some news emerges about her.'

'I understand.' Gaz whispered. She lowered her head, and heard an ambulance wail outside the window. The older man dropped his hand, and looked up at Gaz.

'So how have you been handling things?'

Gaz forced a laugh. 'Better than I think I should be.' She replied sarcastically.

'Doctor!' a voice cried behind Gaz. The girl turned, and Mister Douglas lifted his head.

'Yes, Jan?'

The nurse's frightened face sent a chill down Gaz's spine. 'Violet… your daughter…' the nurse gasped. 'She's… been found… we've brought her in, we think her brain has swollen up, and is pushing against her skull, hurry!'

The man sprinted down the corridor, following Jan. Gaz ran after them, firstly to see Violet and secondly due to the fact it seemed the right thing to do at the time. She followed them downstairs, the elevator taking too long to open, and into emergency. She barely had time to catch up, when Violet was wheeled in on a stretcher.

It was hard for Gaz to comprehend that the pale-faced, sweating girl was the same girl she had grown to adore. The clothes- the same she had been wearing the night she "died"- were splattered with what seemed mud, dirt, blood, vomit and quite possibly her own feces. Her hair was mattered, and her eyes rolling back in her head. Gaz approached as best she could, but could hear Violet's voice echoing down the corridor-

'Where am I? Who are you people?'

Before she could go any further, a nurse pushed Gaz back.

'Stay here- go back to your room- just… go!' The nurse snapped, before following the stretcher threw the swinging doors.

Gaz, almost as pale as Violet appeared to be, turned and, shaking, managed her way to a hard, plastic chair. She flopped down upon it, her breath coming out shortly. The emergency receptionist stared at Gaz behind the glass panel.

'Are you okay?' she finally asked. Gaz looked up, before walking towards the woman.

'What- what's wrong with her?' she finally asked, gesturing towards the doors Violet had gone through. The receptionist, whose nametag read 'Marie', pursed her lips.

'Love, they wouldn't know yet.'

'But… But one of them said her brain could have swollen up, and… What could happen then?'

'They are presuming that, they don't know yet.'

Gaz shook her head, refusing to take the answer. 'But what if that did happen?'

Marie sighed, and shuffled threw the papers on her desk. 'Several things. They could find why her brain is so large- most like drowning from the inside, where sodium levels in the body drop and an overdose in water- and fix it. Or… comatose. She could become brain-dead… or… death, even.'

Gaz paled even more, and nodded. 'Okay.' She whispered, and turned.

'Love, they don't know yet.' Marie called as Gaz headed to the elevators.

'I think they do know.' Gaz mumbled to herself, as the elevator doors open, and she stepped inside.

Gaz was released from hospital the next day. It was unnerving for her to know, as she left the hospital and stepped into her father's car, with Dib behind the wheel, that Violet was so close inside there. She told Dib about Violet's arrival, but nothing else. Dib just nodded, and drove silently home.

Another week passed, and Gaz stood beneath a large oak, picking at flower petals. She could hear people behind her, yet she remained detached from them. Dropping the stem of the flower, she wrapped her coat tightly around her, and closed her eyes. She ran her tongue over her lips, a cold breeze biting at her cheeks. She could hear the group of people behind her leaving, and waited until she was certain no one was left. She then grabbed her belongings off the ground, and walked to wear the people once were.

'Hey.' She whispered quietly. She looked down, and sighed. Looking to her left, she saw a plaque covered with grime. Uncertain as to what to do, she scratched her leg with her foot. Dropping her things, Gaz paced around the area, until she came upon a large marble angel.

'You see that?' Gaz called to her left. 'Yours is better. More beautiful than this ugly thing.'

Violet's grave was third from the right of the angelic tombstone. Gaz walked back to the open grave, and stared at the tombstone, which had a violet chiseled around it. Gaz choked back on her tears, before finally letting them shed.

'Why'd you have to go?' she cried softly. 'Why dammit? You… You should be here. You should be here getting read for that stupid Halloween ball they're holding at school, you should be here having stupid staring competitions with Dib, you should be here with me, dammit! You… you should be alive, Violet. You and your sister, and that stupid dog you told me about that night you came home after your first trip with Dib , that stupid dog you said you had when you were five and it got run over by a car because you threw its ball and it rolled onto the road. Violet, that dog should be alive just like you should be.'

Gaz's tears dried against her cheeks as she spoke, her whole body shaking.

'Violet,' she whispered, 'why did you let yourself die? Why did you make the decision? Did you think Zim would let you live? In all its selflessness, it was so stupid… You… we… I loved you, Violet… I love you. And although I'm a pig-headed cow, darn it, we could have had something. Where it be for a week, a month, a year, even, we could have had something. But now…'

The girl shook her head, and wiped her face on her sleeve. 'I'm sorry I couldn't have been as brave as you. I'm sorry I don't take chances, I'm sorry your brain swelled up, I'm sorry it couldn't have been me. I'm sorry you didn't make it to hospital in time. I'm sorry I didn't find out where you were found, I'm sorry I didn't look for you, I'm sorry I slashed my wrist, I'm sorry I didn't tell you where you were when you came into emergency and you asked. I'm sorry.'

Gaz shook her head, and dropped her purple flower into the grave. 'I'm sorry I loved you too much to not go and look for you in time.' She whispered. 'Maybe you'd still be here if I did.'

And with that, she turned, and left the cemetery.

FIN

A/N: I'm sorry I had to finish it like this.