Edited and Updated Wed. December 8th

Author's note: Yeshhh! Part III's over and done with! 4 F-ing pages of it!! Time to go rest my fingers for some well deserved downtime now. The next chapter will be up within quite a bit of time. Again, I'm sorry about the wait; school's just been a bitch lately with insane amounts of homework, plus I've been trying to finish some art. Thanks though for the great feedback guys! I appreciate it 'much-ish-ly; It can so too be a word! Buahahah!!

Contest: Bad-dum-boom-ching: Okay, I'm planning on dragging in some Irken OC's and I decided what better way to create them by having you readers come up with your own. Keep in mind the only romance I'm doing here is Gaz/Zim… maybe some Dib/OC (undecided) E-mail me for more information if you're interested, but for now I'm going to be looking for the top 5 OC's profiles; you know: interests, what they look like, traits, ect. The more detailed, creative and interesting the better.

Warnings: So yes, some very detailed make out scenes of Gaz and Zim here, as well as major fluff like I promised. Language and some naughty sayings from Zim too.

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Rubber Piggies and some quality 'Couch Time'

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Gaz was a wild card, unpredictable and filled to the brim with forceful emotion; even she didn't know what to expect from herself sometimes. Like now for instance as she approached a distinctive looking house surrounded by giant gnomes.

'Should I knock? Walk straight in? What if he isn't home?' Gaz was stuck at a crossroads; yet another dilemma to add to her now growing list. "What if he doesn't want me here…"

Gaz stood at the doorway, still on the edge of contemplation as she bit her nails anxiously. Apparently this was much more complex than she had considered. Taking a deep breath, Gaz soon shook off her tension with one quick turn of the doorknob; warily entering into the alien invaders home.

"Zim?" Came the clear-cut reply of the young 15 year old, as she entered the living room, when suddenly and out of nowhere jumped Gir; hard at work on shoving down a taco dipped in hot fudge; a pile of piggy squeak-toys spread around him.

"Waaaant a biscuit? Biscuit's of Love! So many love-biscuits do I have to give!" he squeaked, running circles around Gaz's feet. She twitched, obviously irritated when the robot clung onto her leg in an attempted hug.

"He's asleep on dah couch." It said, motioning to the right side of the room.

"HEY GIR! Look outside! Free brain-freeze-ey goodness!" She responded; not interested in the robots hyperactivity. She then quickly pointed to an ice cream truck driving past the window and without so much as another word; Gir was already outside, chasing after it.

Gaz's eyes then traced over to the couch were Zim had been sleeping smoothly and in Irken form.

Maybe he's in a coma.

Maybe he's got some brain damage.

Maybe he's not going to wake up.

"Oh, common, Gaz," she scolded herself. "You're letting your imagination run to far ahead here." She reached to check Zim's pulse; relived by the steady beat under her fingertips.

"See? He's breathing, and his pulse is just fine… there's nothing to worry about," Gaz reassured herself. 'Except that he won't wake up' she thought, as she gently caressed his green skin

Suddenly, Zim began to stir. He jerked his head away from Gaz's touch and emitted a low groan.

"No…"

Gaz became frightened as Zim's breathing started coming in rapid, panicked gasps and he began writhing tensely.

"Zi…Zim, what's the matter?" Gaz chocked out, reaching for his hand. She watched, horrified, as Zim's body then began jerking wildly.

"Is he's having a seizure?!" Gaz panicked.

"No…stay away…don't…" Zim moaned. By now the boy's heart was pounding so rapidly that Gaz could see his shirt jump with each beat.

That's when Gaz understood. Zim wasn't having a seizure – he was having a nightmare; a pretty bad one, too. She immediately reached over and grabbed him firmly by the shoulders.

"Zim, Zim! Wake up! It's Gaz!!"

Zim flinched again and tried to pull away. "No…leave me alone…"

Gaz shook him harder, hoping to snap him out of his dream. "Zim, wake up! Wake up! You're having a…"

Before Gaz could finish her sentence, Zim suddenly shot up and pushed her away with all his strength, sending her tumbling to the floor.

Her cry of surprise caused Zim's eyes to open. He blinked in disbelief at the violet-haired girl who was lying on the floor next to him. "Gaz?"

She slowly sat up and the two stared in wide-eyed surprise at each other before Zim clutched the left side of his head and began to groan. Gaz quickly scrambled to her feet and grabbed Zim's arm as he began to sink back down onto the floor. "It's okay. I've got you." Zim just continued to clutch his aching head and tried to fight off the nausea rising in his throat.

"You ok?" A concerned pout graced Gaz's lips. "Wait, stupid question. Course you're not"

"Lie down." Gaz ordered, guiding him back to the couch. Zim stiffened at her touch; crudely pulling out of her grasp. "Leave me alone. I don't need your help."

But Gaz only drew him closer and held him even tighter. "Zim, I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me."

Gaz could feel his heart (or whatever organ it was,) pounding wildly against hers. "I know you're scared, Zim," she said in a voice that one would normally use to calm a frightened child. "I am too. But don't be afraid to open up to someone. Don't be afraid to trust other people..."

Zim continued to stare at Gaz with terrified eyes; the invaders code racing through his head:

Trust no one. Let no one get close to you. Never let down your defenses.

He felt a soft hand reach under his chin. Again, Gaz stared at him worriedly. Her violet eyes danced over his, trying to read the emotions spiraling circles in his own.

She knew somehow; Zim just knew that Gaz had him figured out. It was surprising. Nobody had ever done that to him before; exposing away all the layers of bullshit, and gotten to the surface. But Gaz had.

And then Gaz understood. It all made sense now. The reason why Zim was so cold and distant wasn't because he thought he was better than everyone else – it was because he didn't trust anyone.

'He doesn't want to let himself get close to anyone' Gaz realized, staring back at Zim. 'Because he's afraid to.'

Zim shifted his eyes and looked out the window; he wanted to explain but his mouth refused to open. Dark gloomy rain-clouds drifted swiftly across the sky, and he could see the trees in the distance swaying violently in the strong winds. A moment later, the first of many large raindrops slammed onto the window, followed by another, then another, until it was pouring savagely. At the sight of water, Zim twitched and turned away.

"Okay, I'll admit it." he began, rather on the irritated side. "One of my key problems is I can't go to someone else with my problems. For one, it's MY problem, not theirs. Having been laughed at one too many times for what others see as trivial complaints, when to me it's like a whole other matter; and I'm not about to invite that."

Gaz grabbed his hand with a soft growl of irritation and harshly replied back. "Do you honestly think Id ever laugh at you; that I'd ever do something to intently hurt or humiliate you?" As you can see, Gaz liked the direct approach; never beating around the bush or stalling with small talk. She would always cut straight through the shit and say exactly what she meant.

"Don't you ever assume that about me again Zim, or I will physically loose my boot up your ass."

Gaz let out a small squeak of surprise, as she was unexpectedly pulled forward by the very same hand she had gripped and into a strong embrace. Flashing fire red eyes shined down into her faded lilac ones before warm lips were placed over hers.

Her eyes fluttered closed automatically and she couldn't help the soft hum of happiness that echoed through her throat. Zim parted a few seconds later and smiled at her before letting his hand slide from her now loose grip to intertwine his fingers with hers.

As you can see, the argument was quickly forgotten.

To get even, Gaz tenderly dipped her slim hands over Zim's shoulders, neck, and back, working out the knotted muscles and kneading him into a puddle.

Zim had no idea what she did to him; how she made his heart flutter, how she made his blood boil in want and absolute desire.

But to be simply put, Zim loved her. And Gaz loved him equally just as much.

Suddenly Gaz' paused; her eyes grew dark for a second while wondering how to word what she was thinking before collapsing against Zim's chest and hugged him tightly. "Me and you, together, in a relationship… can we do this?" She asked quietly, searching his face, his eyes, for the answer.

Zim was silent for a few seconds before he responded.

"There has been nothing on my mind but you for the last few months Gaz; to be with you in a relationship despite what little I know about your Earthly customs. To be able to love you the way you deserve to be loved, to love you and let everyone know that I love you more than my life. I don't think there's a second in the day when you're not on my mind, in one way or another. To be honest, generally I'm thinking about you and me in dirty positions, whispering dirty things, and screaming. But no matter how filthy my fantasies get, there's always the underlying, undeniable fact that I love you." Zim gently caressed Gaz's cheek, while pushing a strand of purple hair behind her ear. "If you'll have me Gaz, I will try my best to make you the happiest human on this miserable dirt-planet. Whether or not the Irken armada and your brother have an issue with us together, don't think for a second I'll love you any less."

"I thought I had you figured out, Zim,"Gaz whispered to the green boy with his arms wrapped around her. "But maybe I don't."

The two so deeply caught up with the moment failed to notice the incoming transition that had screened up on the television. Surprisingly, they also didn't notice the horrified look pasted across tallest Reds face, and the sound of muffled screaming echoing in the background.


TBC

AN: What's this? Some actual plot forming perhaps? What exactly is wrong with Tallest Red? Will Zim and Gaz ever keep their hands off each other for at least one chapter? And just where the hell did Dib disappear off to? All will be explained in part IV so keep those reviews coming and Ill be sure to do the same with the chapters :)

My love, hugs, and thanks to:

Krissy119: Heh, its reviews like yours that I love, and really get me writing again. Thank you so incredibly much! I'm dedicated this chapter's extra-special fluff for you :)

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Breathingwhilebleeding: Yeah I did have them speed into a relationship kinda fast didn't I? Thing is, I had originally planned for this to be a one-shot, then one thing led to another and I magically thought out a longer plotline --but yes, in short: thank you mucho for the comment :)

DarkHavok: I know, I know, long wait, and I'm very sorry. Hopefully this chapter will makes up for that; lots-longer n' lots-ZAGR fluff ;)

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