A/n I am finally updating! I hope you guys have been patient with me, because I have been super busy as of late. I have been planning other stories besides this one (you can view the complete list on my profile) so I hope that you will be patient with me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or any of the characters. I also don't own Reverend Meat of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, nor do I own Invader Johnny (thanx Johnny! ;) but I do own Bianca, Legion (sorta) and a pair of magic scissors. Oh yeah, Invader Johnny, I kinda changed your role in the story, but don't worry, you are still in it.

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Chapter 14: "Good to be Back."

Zim breathed hard against the crimson wall. His wounds from Legion's various beatings for the Hell of it were finally getting to him.

"Now Zimmy, why are you tired?" The said entity sneered into the Irken's tired face.

"Shut up you...you pitiful earth maggot...I have taken pity on yo—" Zim clutched his stomach in pain as Legion kicked him. Despite the thick armor covering his abdomen, Legion's incoming foot felt like a drill to the gut.

"You're in no position to give me pity, especially when you're so pitiful yourself."

"Fuck you."

"You have a very foul mouth...it's a good thing my dear counterpart's sister isn't here to kiss it." Legion turned his heel and left the room, the spiked door shutting behind him.

Zim used the thin cloak around his body to wipe the bile dripping down his chin. He shakily stood up and spat out more blood as his eyes searched for an exit.

"Damn bastard..."

"I couldn't agree with you more."

Zim turned at the sudden voice. A tall male Irken with dark red eyes glared at him, his mouth set in a firm line. His clothing currently was like Zim's, except he wore a pair of boots that looked like two-toed hooves (a/n don't kill me, they look like Nny's, but this was the only way I could think to describe them) His only notable appearance was that one of his antennae was replaced by a smooth metal rod. He did not look pleasant.

"Um...who are you?"

"Name's Johnny. I presume you're Zim?"

"Uh...yeah."

Johnny's glare softened.

"Good. Now help me find a way outta here."

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Meanwhile, back in a currently empty house of a certain homicidal maniac, a tiny blue robot in a doggy costume was having a remarkably intelligent conversation with "a little burger-eating kind of meaty guy" holding a giant hamburger.

"Soooo...you like doggies?" Gir asked, currently rolling around on the floor in an otherwise cute manner.

"Sort of, but I tend just to plan how to get Johnny out of his cold bleak sanctuary and into the real world...poor boy just lacks a social life."

"Ooooo...just like Master!"

Meat just kept perpetually grinning in that sorta sadistic way that he always does.

"Master?" He questioned.

"Yeah, me Master likes to stay inside a lot...but he make kissy-face with Gazzy!"

"Ah...emotion. Such a wonderful aspect of human nature...if only Johnny could experience it just once without going back into his pathetic rebellious pensive personality."

"I like cookies! Like 'em with tons of cockroaches!"

Gir then proceeded to chase around poor Mr. Samsa, who was crying miniscule cries for help while Reverend Meat watched with a bemused expression on his face, a plan formulating in his meaty little mind.

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Gaz laid back into the plush chair in Jenn's pink lair. Jenn and Dokami just went out to the mall, but Gaz just preferred to stay behind and watch the tube. Currently she was watching nothing, but she just stared at the glass ceiling at the orange sky.

"Bet Dib is having a good time with Tak..." The gothic girl chuckled. She didn't neglect to notice the slight husky tone of voice her brother had when he check out of the hospital. Apparently, the two couldn't keep their hands off of each other but then drove off somewhere in a taxi as soon as they exited the lobby just a day ago.

"Good thing I checked out that room at the Holiday Inn...knew it would happen eventually." Gaz gave up on the pitiful little T.V. and stood up, stretching.

She wore a grey t-shirt with a violet tank top and black cut-off jeans. Her feet were currently bare, and she grinned wriggling her free purple tipped toes.

"Jeez, if only I could relax like this everyday..."

Ugh, why did some crazy alter-ego decide to take over the world now? Fate had been pretty okay the last few years...

She ran a tired hand through her hair, and munched on a piece of pizza sitting on a paper plate on the coffee table. Her eyes squinted again, and became lost in a long string of thoughts.

"You know, you're going to hurt your head if you think too much..." Gaz sat up fast, glaring straight into the cause of all her trouble.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Now is that any way to greet your dear sweet brother?" Legion said languidly as he leaned back into the pink wall. He eyed his surroundings with disdain.

"You're not my brother, and you haven't answered my question: What are you doing here?"

"You really hurt me there Gaz. Why else would I be here? To make you life more miserable of course."

"You don't need to do that Legion; you exist." Gaz seethed as she stood up with her hands clenching into fists.

"Ouch, that really hurt."

"Good." She rushed at him with a large scissor-like contraption over her hand and wrist (a/n think of Edward Scissorhands without her hand being cut off). Unfortunately he dodged and threw her into the wall, the scissor-hand on the floor.

"Wanna try that again, dear sister?"

"I'm not your sister."

His eyes narrowed, and a sadistic smile graced his already evil features.

"No, you're not...but she is." He motioned behind him, causing the Gothic girl to raise her eyebrows up in question of the approaching figure.

"Gaz, meet Thorn, your evil counterpart."

The girl walked up and glared at Gaz with an equally sadistic smile. She was more skeletal than anything, and her legs bent backward like some sort of feral animal. Her eyes were squinted red slits that reeked of blood lust.

"No way, I'm the only evil counterpart in this world." Gaz said, clearly unimpressed by this copy of Evil Embodied aka Gaz.

"Want to say that again bitch?" Thorn came up and slashed at the pale girl's face.

"No way, I'm the only evil counterpart in this world." She said bluntly, causing her face to get slashed with Thorns dark claws.

"Temper, temper dear sister." Legion dropped Gaz on the pink carpeted floor and embraced his sister. Thorn just growled in disdain and snapped her jaws at the unfrightened girl on the floor.

"But brother, I want to rip her throat out..."

"What was the whole point of you two showing your faces here?" Gaz inquired as she wiped her face, her cheek stained red.

"Oh, just to let you know Zim is back on his way to get to you." Legion said, rather straightforwardly.

"What? You let him go? Great—" Gaz stopped, eyeing the two evil ones suspiciously.

"What's the catch? You two have been trouble from the start, and now my brother and I are orphans and you want to destroy the whole world—"

"Universe."

"Whatever, and now you're letting him go? Aren't you going to kill me or something, have some sort of epic final battle or something, you know, to decide the fate of the world—"

"Universe."

"WHATEVER! Like I asked, what's the catch?"

"There is no catch." Legion said simply, shrugging his shoulders. "All you need to know that it's not over. Not by a long shot, because I still have some last minute details to get done. Now here."

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly a huge black swirling orifice in the wall opened up, regurgitating two figures that fell on the floor in a tangled heap.

"Have a nice day with your love monkey." Legion chuckled, and then stepped into the black hole followed by Thorn, who smirked in her direction.

"What the hell was that all about?" She glanced at the two figures on the floor, and frowned.

"Honestly Zim, I never knew you swung that way with aliens on your own planet (not that there's anything wrong with that). But seriously, can you even handle getting up on your own two feet?"

Zim glared with disdain and untangled himself from Johnny, who was currently trying to untie the cloak from around his PAK.

"Gaz." Zim continued to glare at her, crimson meeting golden amber.

"Zim." She said with equal coolness. Her voice was not pleasant.

"GAH! I can breathe again...What's with you two?" Johnny inquired, as he stared at the sparks threatening to flare between the two.

"Forget it Johnny, just go away and find who you're looking for."

Johnny nodded, his mouth set in a firm line as he jumped out the window with his spider legs.

"Who was that?" Gaz asked, never breaking eye contact from Zim.

"Just another Irken I met in Dib's head. Lord knows how Legion got me in there, but Johnny was sent by the Tallests to aid in some sort of scheme and—" He stopped mid-sentence, not going on.

"And?"

"That's none of your concern female-dirt child." Zim retorted, trying not to sound suspicious.

"Like Hell it is. I know what's going on."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"DAMN IT ZIM! I KNOW ABOUT PROJECT EVANGELINE!" Gaz's face did not flush red from anger, but her eyes flashes with anger.

"..." Zim had not counted on that and now looked extremely guilty.

"I'm sorry."

"Excuse me?" Gaz now held her hand to her ear, wondering if she heard correctly.

"I said I was sorry. I'm sorry about...that thing. I'm sorry for taking advantage of you, and I'm sorry I banished you from my house. Anything else I missed?"

"How about being a complete dick?"

"Okay, the GREAT ZIM is sorry for that too." Zim said with a smirk.

"Feh, not like I missed you anyway." Gaz sat back on the plush, tired.

"Are you sure about that?" He made his way towards her, his mind acting completely without his PAK, but on his hormones.

"Yes I'm sure. Now sit boy." She commanded, and so he did, but right next to her.

"Now Zim, I mean it—" He caught her completely off guard when he started nuzzling her neck, purring in delight.

"Are you so sure now?" He said, his voice muffled. Gaz felt her heart speed up and her nerves started screaming, but she struggled to maintain control.

"Quit it. I mean it; I'll hate you if you stop!" But she meant the very opposite.

"Hate you too." And with that, he sat next to her, leaning back into her frame, smirking like a Cheshire cat. She sighed in defeat, and then began her subtle ministrations on his antennae while he purred some more.

"It's good to be back." Murmured Zim after a few minutes.

"Glad to have you back." Gaz said quietly as Zim fell away to sleep.

A/n Hope you guys liked this chapter, now I gotta go do my Math homework. Please review and don't kill me for the lack of updates.