"Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things."
Author Unknown


Roulette

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Stressed

"The surprise visit from my husband's family ended terribly for Zim and our family. His father had a heart attack from the sight of Lydia. As his wife tried to help him and he fell on top of her and she sadly suffocated from the horrible sweater that Zim had given him for father's day," Gaz calmly spoke.

The class remained silent as Gaz calmly sat back down. Mr. Rancor glared at her through amused emerald eyes. Zim calmly picked at his claws as he reclined in his chair.

"Do you have anything to say Zim?" Mr. Rancor questioned.

"Sure, sure, it was terrible," Zim quickly said without looking up.

"At least your parents are released from their duty to you," Mr. Rancor grumbled as Zim stared at him.

"Lucky," Gaz mumbled as Zim turned to glare at her.

"Since that horrible tragedy, I have come up with another torture to go along with this project," Mr. Rancor declared with a grin.

"This is madness!" A student shouted.

"Quiet you!" Mr. Rancor snapped. "Send him to the dungeon!"

The floor opened up and the student vanished into a hole of darkness. His screams echoed as he fell. The remaining students released their held breaths once the floor closed and cut off the screams.

"Is that allowed?" Zim questioned.

"Would you like to find out?" Mr. Rancor snapped.

"Uh…not today," Zim warily said.

"As I was saying," Mr. Rancor started, "the tragedy has made me realize how pathetically short your lives are. In order to make the best of your life I want you to bond."

"What is this 'bond' you speak of?" Zim questioned with a glare.

"You will spend time with your wife and child," Mr. Rancor answered.

"NEVER!" Zim shouted. Gaz raised her hand and Mr. Rancor nodded for her to speak.

"If I bind and gag my husband, does that count for bonding?" Gaz questioned and Zim cautiously stared at her.

"No."

"Even if I stay in the same room with him?" Gaz pressed.

"Well…no," Mr. Rancor hesitated.

"Damn," Gaz mumbled.

"Dominatrix," a student whispered.

Gaz opened her eyes and glared at the students. They quickly shrunk away as she turned around to face front once more.

"I expect a report on how you bonded and how it worked," Mr. Rancor stated as the bell rang.

Gaz and Zim quickly left the class much to their relief. She passed him Lydia and he held the fake baby away with a grimace. Gaz raised an eyebrow at his actions.

"I thought flour didn't hurt you," Gaz spoke.

"Of course it doesn't, but I still don't want to touch this earth filth!" Zim spat.

"Hey Gaz!" Dib shouted as he ran over to them.

"Dib-monkey," Zim growled.

Dib looked to the flour bag and then to Zim. He smirked at Zim, as the alien appeared confused.

"You look just like your daughter," Dib commented.

"That's better then you look," Zim snapped back.

"Remember that child's half mine," Gaz growled.

"Scary…but I wanted to warn you that I was going to stop by tonight," Dib replied.

"You can't," Gaz simply stated.

"Why not?" Dib questioned as he glared at Zim.

"We have to bond," Gaz mumbled.

"Bond?" Dib questioned.

"Yes…and such bonding shall we do!" Zim laughed. "Zim will bond better then the rest of you filthy earth-monkeys!"

"You better not touch my sister," Dib warned.

"What would the almighty Zim want with a human?" Zim questioned as he scoffed.

"How old are you?" Dib questioned.

"That is not your business," Zim quickly replied.

"Are you over fifty?" Dib pushed.

"Of course," Zim answered before he realized it.

"That's all I needed to know," Dib calmly said before he ran down the hall.

"He's crazy," Gaz mumbled as they walked in direction of their lockers.

Zim cautiously stared at his child. They stopped walking and he waited for her to open her locker door. He slightly scowled as he continued to stare at his child. Zim couldn't understand his own actions. He had practically invited Gaz to live with him until the ordeal was over with the Tallest. Gaz tossed her books inside the locker and Zim moved his gaze to her. He scowled again.

'Her fate shouldn't matter to me,' Zim thought.

"Are you going to your locker?" Gaz questioned.

"I was waiting for you…to take this filth," Zim spat at her as he pushed Lydia into her arms.

Zim grumbled as he walked across the hall. He twisted the dial and softly smirked as it opened. Gaz had fixed the locker for him. He scowled at his thoughts and moved his gaze to the mirror. Gaz was standing a few feet away holding Lydia. Her eyes were shut and she seemed completely serene.

'He was waiting for me,' Gaz thought as she listened to him reorganize his books.

Gaz turned her almost closed eyes to the flour bag. She softly shook her head and mentally laughed. The laughter in her mind sounded hollow to her. Her thoughts went back to Zim since he wasn't that far from her mind. She still couldn't remember why she had agreed to stay with him. The threat of death didn't scare her. She couldn't be afraid of something she accepted and fully embraced. An old friend once told her she would never die because she so openly sought it. Gaz tightened her hold on Lydia.

'I decide my own fate, but death doesn't scare me,' Gaz thought. 'A clone isn't alive so I can't really die.'

Zim was gazing at her through the mirror. She looked up and met his gaze with her own closed eyes. Gaz kept her face impassive as he turned away from her. Zim grabbed his gym uniform and clenched it in his fists. They both had gym tomorrow and the uniform's needed to be washed. Gaz had stuffed her uniform into her backpack. Zim did the same and slammed his locker shut.

"I want you to meet me under the tree when the last bell rings," Zim quickly ordered.

"You can't tell me what to do," Gaz growled.

"You will obey Zim and like it," Zim growled as she smirked at him.

"Then I'll be late," Gaz, responded as she turned around.

Zim growled and punched the air. His claws clenched as he gritted his teeth. Zim knew that if he didn't watch her carefully then the sent assassins and bounty hunters could get her. Humans were so weak and he knew that she forgot that she was human. Zim gritted his teeth again and reached out to grasp her shoulder. She stilled and he grinned.

"Be on time else I'll come for you…and you won't like it," Zim darkly warned. Gaz looked over her shoulder and peered at him with one amber eye.

"Is that a promise?" Gaz questioned as she pulled from his grip and walked off.

Zim stood there stunned. He didn't understand what she was saying. What he said was a promise. Zim didn't know why she seemed happy about it. He thought she would be upset over the threat. Gaz had acted like it was some dark fantasy.

'Stupid female,' Zim thought as he stalked off.

Gaz sat down on her stool and gazed at the cold cement walls. The art room was in the furthest part of the building. The paint had long chipped off the walls leaving cold gray cement. She had opened her art book and flipped to a clean sheet of paper. The blank paper gazed back at her offering many varieties of outcomes. Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about what to draw. She couldn't feel the art in her; this piece would be planned out. Most of her work had come from the moment, not from the logical mind. Gaz placed her pencil to the paper and quickly began to sketch.

She pressed a bit harder to achieve a thicker lead line. Gaz tilted her paper and sketched the forming image as she saw it. Gaz quickly began to shade in the drawing and she wondered something.

'Are there shadows in space?'

Gaz quickly drew the symbol on the front of her ship and shaded it in. She stared at the paper and glared. It was missing something important. The piece felt empty. Gaz quickly sketched a planet in the background and added a ring around it. Gaz fixed the ring to where you could see that it was an asteroid belt. The bell rang and she fixed her gaze on the clock.

"Shit," she hissed as she slammed the book shut.

Gaz quickly ran out of the art room and down the hallways.

'Late…I'm going to be late,' Gaz worriedly thought.

"Why the hell am I worrying?" Gaz growled as she stopped running.

She smirked as students turned to stare at her. Gaz raised an eyebrow and dared them to question her sanity. She had no reason to worry or run. It wasn't like she needed to worry about Zim coming to get her. Her eyes glanced to a clock and she bit her lower lip. It was seven minutes passed the time skool let out and she repeated that she answered to no one. Gaz glared at the doors and walked outside. Her eyes strayed to the tree and she found no one there. Gaz scoffed and knew that he wasn't serious of about meeting her.

"Your late," Zim whispered.

Gaz gasped and quickly turned around. He was standing behind her with his arms crossed. Gaz recomposed herself and glared at him.

"So?" Gaz challenged.

"I told you not to be late," Zim replied as his eyes narrowed.

"You don't own me," Gaz replied.

Zim reached out and fiddled with a piece of violet hair. He grinned at her and officially entered her bubble. Their faces were inches apart and her eyes were open. He dropped the lock of hair and trailed a claw down the side of her cheek.

"I own anything I set my eyes own," Zim seriously said.

"You still don't own me," Gaz forcefully said.

"I am Irken and conquer anything I want," Zim confidently replied.

"Then you better pray, because you'll be entering a nightmare," Gaz responded.

Zim blinked a few times before he quickly pulled away. Gaz noticed a change in his eyes and wondered what was going on with him. He quickly looked around the area and softly cursed.

"We must leave," Zim quickly said.

"What's wrong with you?" Gaz snapped.

"Nothing is wrong with Zim," he growled.

"Then why are you acting like a domineering freak?" Gaz growled.

"My Pak is malfunctioning more then normal," Zim answered through gritted teeth.

Gaz remained silent as she followed him home. She kept her eyes on the sidewalk as she once again thought about their project.

"What do you want to do tonight?" Gaz questioned deciding to break the silence.

"What do you mean?" Zim questioned.

"We have to bond," Gaz simply answered.

"Oh," Zim softly said.

"What do Irkens do in order to bond?" Gaz questioned.

"We don't bond," Zim mumbled.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Gaz pressed.

"Hobbies? What are these 'hobbies' that you speak of?" Zim questioned as they made it to his front lawn.

"A hobby is something that you like to do," Gaz explained. "Is there anything that you like?"

"No."

"Do you draw?"

"No."

"Do you paint?"

"No."

"Play an instrument?"

"No."

"Play video games?"

"Zim has no need for these pathetic activities!" Zim growled as he threw open the door.

Gaz sighed as she threw her backpack on the couch. It landed on Gir and he slightly yelped. Zim raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing. Gir immediately began to dig through the pack without a care. Zim walked into the kitchen and Gaz glared at him for good measure. He stopped at the doorway and turned around to face her.

"Tonight we are going to bond," Gaz firmly said.

"Really?" Zim dryly asked.

"Yeah."

"And how will we do that?" Zim challenged.

"We're going to play 'he said, she said'," Gaz said with a smirk.

"Who said what?" Zim questioned.

"It's a game," Gaz replied with a sigh.

"Who said it was a game?" Zim questioned with a look of confusion.

"You're stupid! It's the name of the game!" Gaz growled.

"I'm not stupid!" Zim protested.

"Gir!" Gaz yelled.

"That's me!" Gir shouted as he jumped out of the backpack.

"Get a pen and some paper," Gaz ordered.

"Don't order my servant around!" Zim growled.

"Here ya go," Gir sang as he pulled a notebook and pen from his head.

"Thank you," Gaz whispered as Gir grinned.

"Do I get a taco? I love tacos!" Gir screamed.

"I'll get tacos for you tomorrow if you play a game with us," Gaz bargained.

"Okay," Gir easily agreed.

"I will play this game and I will rub your face in defeat!" Zim laughed as Gaz growled at him.

She sat down and wrote a name on the paper. She folded the paper and passed it to Gir. He looked up at her and shrugged.

"Write a girl's name on the paper," Gaz instructed.

Gir happily grinned and wrote the name down before he folded it.

"How are we bonding?" Zim questioned as Gir passed him the paper.

"Write a place for the two people to meet," Gaz sighed.

"Who's meeting who?" Zim questioned.

"Just write a place!" Gaz snapped.

"Okay, okay, don't have to be so moody," Zim, grumbled as he scribbled something and folded the paper.

"I'm going to write something that suddenly happened to the two people," Gaz explained as she wrote a situation. She folded the paper and passed it to Gir. "Write something for the girl to say."

Gir grinned and tapped the pen against his chin. He then quickly wrote something as both Gaz and Zim warily watched him. Gir folded the paper and passed it to Zim.

"Write something the boy would say," Gaz instructed.

Zim began to chuckle as he wrote something down and folded the paper. Gaz took the paper and wrote down an ending. She folded the paper and passed it to Gir.

"Now read it out loud," Gaz stated as she watched Gir unfold the paper. His blue eyes lit up and he began to laugh.

"Now Gir," Zim ordered.

"One day Zim and Gaz met at skool. Suddenly Zim started twitching. Zim shouted, "Meats of evil are in my pants!" Gaz glanced at Zim and said, "Want to dance?" They both met a meaty fate," Gir finished.

"That was stupid!" Zim shouted.

"Fine then Mr. Expert on bonding…what should we do?" Gaz growled.

"Let's play Russian Roulette!" Gir suddenly shouted.

"I don't have gun," Gaz sullenly said.

"Then you'll do my version!" Gir shouted.

"What is Russian Roulette?" Zim asked.

"You know what a gun is?" Gaz questioned and continued once Zim snorted a yes. "You place a bullet in the chamber and spin it. You then stop at a certain point and put the gun to your head. You pull the trigger. The one who gets the bullet in the brain loses."

"That's not appealing," Zim said, he wasn't sure if he could take a bullet to the brain and live.

"Jenny taught me this game at the rave," Gir cheered as his head opened. He pulled out bunch of cans with an Irken symbol on it

"Why is that in your head?" Zim growled.

"I was saving if for a rainy day," Gir answered as began to shake a can.

Gir then place the can in with the others and grinned up at Gaz. She raised an eyebrow and Zim scoffed.

"I'm not sure I can drink that," Gaz spoke.

"Afraid you'll lose?" Zim mocked as he glared.

"No, but I don't want to get alien food poisoning," Gaz growled as she glared Zim into a coma.

"What are the rules Gir?" Zim questioned with a new determination.

"You each drink until one of the cans explodes in your face," Gir answered with a grin.

"Let's make this interesting," Gaz darkly said.

"What evil do you plan?" Zim questioned as his fist clenched.

"I'll say something I've never done, but if you've done it you take a drink," Gaz informed as Zim smirked.

"This is stupid, but I have never danced in the rain," Zim started.

"You looked like you were dancing to me," Gaz mumbled as Zim glared.

Gaz reached out and opened a can. She smelt the liquid and inhaled the scent. Zim watched her and she grinned. It one quick movement she downed the can. She noticed that the liquid burned as it traveled down her throat. Gaz closed her eyes and thought that this was her life, it burned. She would prove him wrong; she was worthy competition in anything.

"One point for Zim!" Gir cheered. She crushed the can and threw it to the side.

"I've never…" Gaz drawled as he tried to think of something that Zim had done. "I've never destroyed my own planet."

Zim reached out and opened a can. He winced when he heard it hissed. His eyes could clearly see that it was an Irken type liquid. He grimaced and hoped that Gir wasn't playing a prank on him. His gaze turned back to Gaz and he narrowed his eyes. He closed his eyes and drank the liquid while waiting for extreme pain. Zim opened his eyes in victory when nothing came. It tasted different from the Irken sodas.

"Victory for Zim!" He shouted as he tossed the can aside. "I've never ate a hamburger."

Gaz scowled and quickly repeated her action. She was going to make him pay. Gaz could hear Gir cheering her on in the background.

"I've never planned world conquest," Gaz quickly said. Zim opened a can and quickly drank it.

"I've never played Vampire Piggy Hunter," Zim shouted. Gaz opened a can and took a gulp.

"I've never…"

This continued for about a half hour. Gir watched as they went through the pile of cans on the floor. Gaz suddenly felt her insides burns and her eyes widened. She began to laugh and Zim soon followed suit. Gaz crushed the Irken can and cursed with a chuckle.

"I've never cared for another," Zim mumbled as he watched her. Gaz opened a can and Zim just about laughed. "You care for someone!"

Zim's voice slurred as it entered her mind. Her throat burned as she struggled to sit up. Zim had long ago lost his wig and contacts. She snorted as she watched him squirm on the floor. He had opened the wrong can and got sprayed. Gaz laughed as he withered on the floor from nonexistent pain. She fell backwards and smacked her head on the TV. Laughter erupted from Zim as he struggled to crawl out of his liquid pool of doom. Gaz mouthed and ouch and rubbed her head.

"Gaz is the winner!" Gir cheered.

"No more…cookies," Gaz mumbled.

"The meats are coming!" Zim panicked as he lay on the floor.

Gaz laughed at this and her amber eyes were fully opened. She was a bit tipsy, but not full-blown drunk. Apparently, the same could not be said for Zim. Her eyes strayed to Zim and she laughed as he waved his hand in front of his face. Gir ran into the kitchen and left them alone much to her dislike.

"Zim," Gaz slowly said as she stood up.

His crimson eyes turned to her and she noticed they seemed to sparkle. Gaz blinked a few times and slowly swayed her way to the Irken. She could see herself telling her Mr. Rancor of their family bonding.

"Zim," Gaz called again.

"I have claws!" Zim suddenly said as he giggled.

Gaz shivered at the giggle and decided that giggling wasn't for Zim.

"Do you have a bed?" Gaz slowly questioned as she closed her eyes. The room wouldn't stop spinning.

"Why? Do you wanna to share?" Zim questioned with a singsong voice.

"Where do you sleep?" Gaz growled as she stared down at him.

"I don't know," Zim answered in a 'Gir' voice.

"You suck," Gaz growled as she bent down to help him up.

Zim gripped onto her shoulder and leaned against her. She huffed at the added weight and was still amazed at how light he felt. Gaz stumbled to the sofa and tossed him onto the cushions. His head hit the arm and he shouted in pain. Gaz rolled her eyes and lifted his legs to the cushions.

"Stay on your side…else you might drown in your own puke," Gaz advised.

"Gaz," Zim sang.

"What?" Gaz questioned.

Gaz squeaked as she felt herself being pulled down to the couch. Zim pulled her to himself and snuggled into her hair. She weakly struggled against him and sighed. Gaz remained limp as Zim pulled her closer and held her firmly.

"Let me go Zim," Gaz tiredly warned as she felt her eyes grow heavy.

"Nope," Zim replied through a yawn.

"Please," Gaz yawned with a cringe.

"Never…you're mine," Zim replied as he rubbed his cheek against her head.

Gaz shrugged for the moment not caring what he claimed at the moment. A sweet scent entered her nose and she felt a euphoric feeling spread through her body. Every nerve in her body felt as if it were on fire. The feeling quickly passed as the scent wrapped around her and she passed out.

Author's Note:

What did Gir have in his head? I don't know and I really don't want too...If you take the drink as alcholic then be my guest, but if you take it as some weird alied drink then go right ahead...I really don't know what Gir had in his head
Invader Stunk: It was...
Author: SILENCE!
Invader Stunk is now gaged and in chains.
Leader Rig: I don't think that's safe...
Author holds up another gag and roll of chains
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