Okay, guys thanks for the reviews! Dedicated to anybody who gave up all their Earthly knowledge on the Alliance. Now I'm sure you're al anxious to see if Zim lives or dies. See, that's the great thing about being a dark writer. If I wrote Disney movies there would be no suspense here, but since I write horrible dark things where people are dying left and right… SUSPENSE!

Sorry I have not been updating. It is not my fault. One of my fics was deleted because someone lied and said I stole it, so I've been on probation.

Claws of pain reached up through Zim's torso. He no longer really cared about honor, or really anything but getting the pain to stop. He would easily have taken a thousand of Dib's beatings over this.
He sunk to the floor, claws pressed to his stomach in a futile effort to lessen the pain. He looked down at them.. They were growing. He held them in front of his face, watching them grow to almost twice their size. The fire had reached them. He felt the burning sensation go down his legs, they jerked at the knees, lengthening as well. But by then the fire had reached up to his head. A trickle of dark green blood ran from his nose, but Zim didn't notice. He was going into convulsions.

GIR was drawn by the life-support alarms going off. He crept down into his master's underground base, looking at the Invader's prone form lying on the metal floor. As the little robot watched, a dark green tear ran from one of Zim's eyes.
Maybe GIR didn't know much, but he knew this was bad. And he knew he had to get help. But from where?

Dib was watching the stars when he saw the tiny craft fly by. It was too high up to be a bird, and it was bright. And it was too small and low to be a plane. Maybe it was another UFO!
Or maybe it was just Zim going off on one of his Earth-destroying missions. Dib wondered whatthe Irken was up to, but figured if it was anything important he'd get a gloating message from Zim explaining the whole thing.
He looked up at the sky again, tracing the path of the glowing object. It curved around, going in … loopty-loops? Abruptly, it stopped circling and made a beeline for him. As it picked up sped, Dib wondered if running away into the house would help. Probably not.
He had just reached this decision when the thing crashed into the roof.
"What the…" Dib looked into the clearing dust, watching for signs of life or explosions or something.
"Zim? Izzat you?"
"HIYA BIGHEADBOY!' GIR screamed, flying out of the dust to land on Dib's head.
"My head's not big! Geddoff!"
"Oky-dokey!" GIR fell off with a clattering noise. Dib looked around for some kind of camera or something: the robot wasn't wearing his disguise.
"What are you even here for?"
"Ummmm…." GIR pondered a moment, then, "OH YEAH! I's supposed to get you!"
"What for?" Dib knew this was another of Zim's stupid plans. It was a trap, of course.
"I forget. BUT THE COMPUTER SAID GET YOU!"
"Fine. Lemme get some… stuff."
Dib ran inside to his cameras and tape recorders and other stuff. Then he went back outside to where GIR was waiting.
"So where are we going?"
"MY HOUSE! My house with…. MUFFINS!"
GIR's jet-feet turned on, burning a hole in the roof, but he didn't care. He flew off again, singing happily, leaving Dib to follow as best he could.

The defense systems were off for once. Dib expected them to hit him, or at least fire at him, but the gnomes stayed silent. He was still a bit nervous, and actually jumped when the computer spoke to him through one of the hidden speakers.
"I didn't know who else to contact."
"About what? Zim's stupid trap. Ha ha, Zim, come out and shoot your stupid laser or whatever so I can beat you again, midget."
He stood expectantly, waiting for the tiny alien to jump out screaming curses. Nothing happened.
"I moved him upstairs, the labs aren't big enough anymore."
"What the heck are you TALKING about?"
"I have to show you." Along one wall, a glowing line showed up. Lights moved along them, pointing the way the computer obviously wanted him to go. Curious, Dib followed it. And saw what had happened.
"Oh, God. What did he do to himself?"
"It's a growth serum."
Zim lay on the floor of the kitchen. He was almost as tall as Dib, but something had obviously gone wrong when his body had started to grow. The green skin had slashes through it where dark green muscles showed through. His face was pretty okay, because his head didn't have to grow much. But a trickle of blood ran from his mouth and nose. It joined a puddle of the dark green liquid on the floor.

"And he did this to himself? What for? Didn't he know…"
"Well, yes, these sorts of serums rarely work, but Zim figured his would, I guess."
Dib crouched down near the body, turning Zim onto his back. His chest arched where the PAK wouldn't let him lie flat. The invader groaned, but remained unconscious.
"So why am I here?" he turned, searching for a face to look at. "He isn't going to die, is he?"
"Unless something is done about his skin, it's a distinct possibility."

Dib thought, looking from Zim's pale face to the blood on the floor. He could help the Irken, but then the Earth would be in danger again. Or he could just let him die. No guilt there. He had just allowed it to happen.
Zim had done it to himself.
"You haven't anyone else to turn to?" Dib asked.
"Nobody but you. If we go to anyone else they'll know he's an alien."
"Can't you do it yourself or take him back to the Home Planet or something?"
"All I've got are a bunch of stupid claws." the computer waved them around for emphasis. They didn't look exceptionally dextile. "And don't even think about GIR."
Dib hadn't.
He stood up, turning back toward the door.
"You know, I'd really like to help," he said, walking toward the door, "but I reeeally like my planet and Zim just wants to destroy it. So, uh, better luck next time. Sorry."
With that, he was out the door, walking toward his own home. He started to whistle.

Oh, no. Dib is being so heartless. WILL HE STAY THIS WAY? I DUNNO!