Tapan: racing the clock! YAY!

Torna: wait, what?

Tapan: I want to get this chapter done before my daddy comes over to take me driving /in announcer voice/ can she do it? Is it possible?

Torna: not a chance.

Tapan: hmph! Anyways, someone's gonna draw them for me, YAYNESS!

Torna: you mean people actually read these?

Tapan: you bet! So there. And I thank Aqwidicate in advance for doing so. It means a lot. Next chapter, I'll do a complete list of thankies and stuff!

Disclaimer: nope I don't, you should know that by now you silly, silly people.

Warning: slash! Flame if you wish, I don't care.

Deb and Tam walked away from the house, both looking somewhat tired. Tam blinked slightly, her contacts seemed blurred. "You think they'll get any work done today?"

Deb shrugged. "If they don't, we'll have to work on it all day tomorrow. Now won't that be fun?"

Tam sighed, kicking a rock across the sidewalk. "A weekend spent working."

Deb kicked the rock as soon as they go up to it. "Hey, if it needs to be done." She trailed off.

Tam looked up at her companion, glaring half-heartedly. "I don't want to."

The human glared back. "You have no choice."

They simply stood, staring each other down. It was times like these that Deb was thankful for her height advantage.

After a few minutes, Tam looked away and began walking to the school. "Fine."

Deb cheered inwardly for winning the tiny battle.

((Tam's Lab))

The two boys stood in a slightly awkward silence, with the sounds of machines working around them. At least, to Dib the silence was awkward.

To Zim, there wasn't any real silence.

"STAY DOWN, YOU UNHOLY WIRE! DON'T MAKE ME SHOOT YOU AGAIN!"

Dib looked over to see the alien wrestling with a long, thin blue wire. It was wrapped around his leg and met up near his neck, where it waved back and forth like a snake. Zim fought to get untangled, only succeeding in making it worse.

GIR sat by, clapping happily. "Give 'em the ol' one five, Johnny!"

Dib sighed and walked up to the irken. "Maybe you should just try staying still and untying it.

Zim turned around, the wire in his mouth, therefore muffling his words. "mmpher her bruffernd."

Even though he couldn't understand, the boy rolled his eyes and took the wire out of Zim's mouth and began untangling him.

Before he could stop himself, Dib started to imagine the things they could do with the wires.

/better yet a belt…. or a rope… okay STOP! BAD, DIB/ He watched Zim step out of the wire innocently.

Once completely untangle, he put his hands on his hips and smiled. "You see? No restraint came hold the mighty Zim!"

Dib turned away, snickering. "You sure about that?"

"Eh?"

GIR giggled. "Dibby's naughty!"

Zim still didn't get it.

((Skool: last period))

"And that, class, is the amount of money I make in a day. Any questions?"

"Is that a decimal or a comma?"

"That's a decimal."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Tam put her head down on the desk. /so bored, head…. Ready…. To explode…. keeping from…. thinking in full…. sentences. / She looked next to her, saw the Smaky girl and sighed. This was the one class she didn't have with Deb, so instead she sat next to someone she couldn't stand.

Just then, a note hit her in the head. She opened it to see blue pen scribbled in letters.

Hi Tam! 

She sighed and wrote back on the paper. Keem, I told you so many times I've lost count. Leave…. me…. ALONE! She threw the note at the red headed girl behind her, hoping to hit her in the throat and watch her choke.

The note made it's way back to her desk. What are you doin' this weekend? Tam sighed and rammed her head into the desk repeatedly.

Halfway toward a concussion, the bell rang, signaling the end of Skool. Tam hoped out of her desk happily and ran to the door, almost losing her wig in the process.

Keem followed her. "Hey, Tam! Wait up!"

/oh, Shit/ She then ran full speed toward Deb's last period class.

Keem followed. "Are we playing tag? Oh, boy!"

/how stupid can someone be/ She dodged people through the hall and ignored the teachers' protest at her running.

Until she saw a familiar stalk of hair. "DEEEEB!"

The paranormalist turned around just in time to be tackled to the ground by her girlfriend.

Tam hugged Deb tightly. "LOOK OUT, PSYCHO STALKER!" she pointed a shaking figure at the red head.

Keem looked at Deb. "Oh, hi Deb. How are you?"

Deb sighed. "Hi Keem."

"You guys wanna go to the cheese festival this weekend? It's all cheese all the time!"

Deb stood up and brushed herself off before walking passed the red head. "No, Keem, we have other things that need to be done. Desperately. How about a rain check?" the girl smiled back at Keem before walking away with Tam.

((Tam's Base))

"MASTAH! THEM BOYS DO THEIR WORK! BE PROUD!"

Tam stood at the open door, and was nearly blown away by GIR's screams. "Adjust you volume, GIR! You're going to kill my ears."

Deb cocked an eyebrow. "Wait you don't have any--"

"SILENCE!" Tam walked completely inside, leaving the door open for Deb.

Deb closed the door lightly and followed Tam to the elevator.

Once the door opened, they were relieved (and somewhat disappointed) to see their counterparts actually working.

Tam walked over and looked over at what they were working on while Deb explored the lab a little.

The female Irken tapped the laser in Zim's hand, getting his attention. "How far are you?"

Zim didn't look up. "We got pretty far and made a few slight adjustments so that the dimension's coordinates number can be installed."

"Do we have that yet?"

Tam looked over at Dib as he shook his head. "It'll be a little bit until we get that."

She nodded, understanding. "It seems you two have everything under control. Proceed." She walked away from the two and over to her own chair, where she watched the camera's.

Finding nothing worth mentioning, she decided to find where Deb wandered. Standing up, she walked in the direction the human took hardly ten minutes ago and found her sitting in front of a small screen, whispering to tallest purple.

"Is that all the information you can give me?"

"Any more and Red might kill me, human."

"Oh. Okay, what about on the dimensions?"

Purple sighed and turned, grabbing a small disk from her pocket. "This is all the information we could find at this time."

From off screen, Red's voice was heard. "Your lucky you're getting that for Tam's interruption."

Purple glared and threw something at her mate.

"Owwies!"

Sighing, she put the disk in. one of the bottom screens started to fill with Irken symbols. Deb stared at it, confused.

"You can't read it, Deb. Don't even try." Tam stepped forward and looked at the screen, missing Deb's blush.

After a moment, Tam smiled and looked back up at the Tallest. "Thank you for your help. I will repay you." She paused. "Unless, of course, we lose contact or I forget."

Purple's shoulders slumped. "Oh, thanks." A beep could be heard in the background. "Well we have another call. Good luck." The screen went out

((Membrane house))

Gim walked down the hall, eyes glued to the game slave in front of him. Her sister and "brother" came home nearly an hour ago and locked themselves in their room.

"Jeez, I swear." He found himself grumbling until he heard a little beep in the living room.

Curious, he walked into the room to see his mother's watch on the coffee table. After a few seconds a voice came out of it.

"Hello?" who ever it was, they sounded annoyed.

Growling, Gim picked up the little device. "Who is it?"

"None of your business." The tiny screen faded in and the young boy found himself staring into squinted eyes.

((Next day: outside Tam's base))

"I'm spending my weekend sending you back to your dimension. How boring."

Dib glared. "Boring? What exciting thing do you usually do?"

Deb turned back, a cheeky grin on her face.

The boy sighed. "Okay, never mind."

She put her hand on the doorknob. "Well, I guess it's not really that dull. After all, it is pretty cool seeing what I'd be if I was a boy." She turned the doorknob, opened the door and froze.

Behind her, Dib noticed her neck go pale. "What's wrong?" He looked over her shoulder to see the base torn apart. The couch was flipped over, the television had a hole in the screen and the wires from the ceiling hung low, broken to pieces.

GIR crawled out for under the flipped couch, sobbing. "Mean men came and took Master and Zimmy away!"

Tapan: ooooooooh. Suspense! Anywho, I like this chapter (and I finished before my father came! YAY!). Hehe, I put Keef in. I just had to. So review! I love reviews, the make me oh so happy, like a jolly fat child with a cupcake hat.