I sat Zim down in our living room on a really beat up looking green chair. He looked around with disgust and then looked back at me. I sent him a look that basically said that if he said anything I would have to hurt him.

"So Zim." I asked as I looked around for my sister. I spotted a note and picked it up. It basically said she went to a friend's house and wouldn't be back for a while. "How in the frill did you get here?"

"I don't know what you mean." He stated checking himself over.

"Bullshit." I hissed. "You know damned well what I mean. You're in my world, my universe or dimension or what ever. Alien ships never fall here and we are not as stupid as we look. Well….. Some of us. You don't belong here and I can prove it." I said.

He looked at me with a raised eye. "Eh? How can I not belong here? It looks a little different yes, but this is Earth."

I walked over to my TV. I looked around until I found a cassette tape and held it up to him. "Want proof you don't belong here?" I asked popping it in to the VCR. "Here's proof."

The tape started to play and Zim's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. "It can't be true…" he muttered.

I shook my head. "I should have never told you but if you wanted to get back I had to." I stopped the tape and turned his head to look at me. "Now, how did you get here?" I asked.

He looked at me with shadowed eyes. "Why? I shouldn't go back if my whole mission is a complete fake. I'm helping a more here than there." He looked down. "There is no point in going back."

"Oh come on…" I muttered under my breath. "Anymore bashing and your ego won't make it. How did you get here?"

Suddenly he let everything spill. It started from the beginning to when he blew up the satellites to when he was sucked up into a vortex and then ended when he passed out. To my surprise he started to tell me about his whole mission and how he just wanted to be accepted. My one question turned out to be a whole psychiatric session in the end with Zim sniffling and holding a tissue and me looking shocked holding the box of tissues.

"Wow…" I said and blinked. I gave a small crooked grin, "Feel better?"

He nodded and scowled at me while wiping his eyes. "If you tell anyone about this… this…"

"Total mental brake down?" I supplied with a cheeky grin.

His reply was to just glare at me. I sighed. "Sorry, I speak before I think a lot. It gets me into a helluva lot of trouble."

"Go figure." Zim muttered. He looked toward me and gave me a look. "So, if I'm not on my Earth and I'm on yours, what's the difference?"

I plopped down on the couch with a sigh right across from him. I took my glasses off and rubbed the bridge of my nose. "My Earth people are more observant about many things. You'd be caught, taken in, poked, prodded, and then dissected before I could say bloody hell. Here we are far behind the technologies that your Earth had. We think we've seen aliens and we believe they are out there but there is no concrete proof."

"Uh huh….." he said and looked at me skeptically.

I rolled my eyes. "Listen, it's true. No one is gonna believe that you are human here. People watch others carefully to see when they can take over or weasel their way into a higher position. They look for differences and play on them"

Zim waved me off. "I don't need your human opinion. People will not know I'm an alien because I have the perfect disguise."

I took one look at him and started to laugh. "And I'm the president." I said. "That thing wouldn't confuse a monkey."

Zim jumped up. "How dare you laugh at Zim! You shall feel my wrath!" With that he launched himself at me arm out stretched.

I grabbed both his wrists and pinned him to the couch with his hands above his head and me sitting on his legs. We were face to face. I raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Moody much?" I asked. "They have medication for that you know."

Zim just glared at me and squirmed. "Let me up."

I shook my head looking down at him. "Not until you calm down and listen to something close to reason."

Zim's Point of View

I stopped squirming and looked at the human above me. I couldn't believe I had been caught so easily. Now I was pinned to a filthy couch with my arms above my head and a human male sitting on my legs and his face really close to mine. How he did that is beyond me.

"Now," Shay said, "are you calmed down?"

I nodded slowly. Shay released my hands slowly and sat up. "There, now we can have a calm discussion. But first, we need to hide your ship so we can get you home without much trouble. If we hurry we can get your ship running before the rip seals itself."

I blinked and looked at Shay. "What about the rain?"

"Shit... I forgot about the rain." he muttered. He moved off of my legs and sat at my feet. "I don't know what to do now. The police are probably on their way, and the fire department. What the hell do we do now?"

I sat up and pulled my legs toward me. I wonder what will happen... I though and sighed as I pulled my legs to my chest and watched as Shay got up and paced the room.

He paced the length of the room with his head down and a hand at his chin. Hair fell in his face and he muttered the whole time.

Third person

"This should be easy to figure out." Shay said and continued to pace while pushing hair out of his face. It fell again and he glared at it. Walking over to a table he pulled a hair band off of it and started to pull his hair back. Suddenly it hit him as he looked outside. He finished putting his hair up and grabbed Zim's arm.

"What are you doing?" Zim yelped and tried pulling away.

Shay headed for the door. "I have a theory about you and water."

Zim pulled away finally and got out of Shay's grip. "I am not going out there stink beast. You cannot get me out there." He stood glaring at the human teen.

Shay smirked, "How much do you want to bet Zim?" Shay opened the door and turned back to Zim. "Do you want to go peacefully or do I get to throw you out?"

Zim started to back away from the door looking like a deer caught in head lights. Shay grinned evilly. "Have it your way then." He said and lept for Zim.

Zim yelped and tried to run away only to be caught around the waist by the human. He struggled as he was pulled out of the room, out the door and onto a porch on the front of the house. Zim stopped struggling and tensed up waiting for the burn of the rain.