"You've grown on me like a disease."


Infected

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Stressed
Gaz sighed as she rolled over in bed. Her face was level with Zim's face. His eyes were closed and his breathing appeared even. She wondered if he was asleep. Her features relaxed and then settled into a slight frown. Her hand rose up and she carefully traced his features. A part of her resented him for being Irken, but she knew that wasn't his fault. She couldn't blame him for what his race was doing. Gaz didn't care about this planet, but she wondered why she would fight to save the humans. She knew Zim fought because she fought. Gaz still didn't understand why she fought; maybe it was because people believed in her.

'No one's believed in me before,' Gaz thought as Zim scooted down under the covers. His antennae poked out and rested on the pillow.

Gaz traced them and sighed in thought. It seemed as if she had developed a habit of sighing. Zim began to stir and she went to pull her hand away. His hand shot out from the covers and gently gripped her wrist. He pulled her closer and held her much like a stuffed doll. Gaz smiled at this, she would never show this much affection in public. His hand released her wrist and buried his face in her neck. Gaz closed her eyes as she felt his lips brush her skin. His hands worked their way up her nightgown and he carefully ran his claws along her body.

"Good morning," Gaz calmly said.

"Morning," Zim replied. His words vibrated against her shoulder.

Zim sat up and his antenna twitched. Gaz raised an eyebrow in question. He remained silent and began to darkly grin. Gaz's other eyebrow rose as he turned to her and smirked.

"What is it?" Gaz questioned.

"The rooms around us are empty," Zim replied.

A beep sounded and she turned her gaze to the dresser. A loud boom was heard and she grabbed the communicator. She pressed a button and ordered someone to speak.

"Haven number 23 has been captured," the declared.

Gaz remained silent and blinked. She let the small communicator drop to her side. It was only a matter of time before they all fell. Gaz steeled her emotions and brought the communicator to her mouth.

"Are there any survivors?" Gaz questioned.

"The base was just blown up, but most humans have been take to the storage cells."

"Have Skoodge find the location," Gaz ordered.

"Yes sir."

"Didn't Haven 23 have the remaining military?" Zim questioned.

"Haven 23 housed the remnants of most governments," Gaz softly answered.

Gaz quickly stood up and tore the nightgown from her body. She quickly pulled on her suit and waited for it to adjust. Zim stood up and she glanced at him. She smirked at his boxers before she made eye contact. He blinked and then reached for his suit.

"I have a feeling that you're going to do something stupid," Zim sighed.

"Then why follow me?" Gaz challenged.

"You've grown on me like a disease," Zim admitted.

"Igit," Gaz mumbled as they stepped outside of their room.

"Such terms of endearment," Sara sighed as she walked toward them.

"What are you doing here human?" Zim questioned with a suspicious gaze.

"I could ask the same Irken," Sara bitterly stated.

"Why are you here?" Gaz interrupted.

"I've perfected your project," Sara replied.

"You did?" Gaz questioned in doubt.

Sara reached into her pocket and pulled out something similar to a water gun. Zim began to laugh at the thing.

"That's pathetic!" Zim laughed.

Sara growled and pointed the weapon at Zim. Her finger pulled the trigger with ease. A blue bubble floated from the gun and shot at Zim. It covered his body and molded to his form. The bubble quickly hardened leaving him immobile.

"How'd you do it?" Gaz questioned as she gazed at Zim.

"The bubble wasn't working on the dummies because the reaction was delayed. It was working before, but you just needed to add heat to gain a reaction," Sara calmly explained.

"That explains it," Gaz mumbled.

"It will also melt off leaving the hostage unharmed," Sara added.

Gaz tapped in a code to her suit and it engulfed her hands. Violet energy gathered around her hands and she pressed them to Zim's form. The case around Zim began to melt and she laughed as he yelped. The bubble left a sting if you weren't careful.

"I'm going to kill you," Zim threatened Sara.

"Zim and Gaz, we need you at the main bay!" Skoodge's voice interrupted them from the communicator.

"I'll be back to finish you," Zim promised.

Sara shrugged and watched them walk away. Zim and Gaz quickly made their way to the main bay. She didn't know why they didn't call it a meeting room, and Zim could care less about the name. Soldiers were gathered in the room watching the screen above Skoodge with interest. It was footage from the security cameras at Haven 23. Gaz and Zim remained impassive as they watched the destruction. Many grimaced at the violence as blood coated the screen they were watching. The footage ended and went fuzzy.

"Damn Irkens," a man muttered.

Zim ignored the words knowing that he would be the center for taunts once more. He really didn't to start any fights at this moment. Gaz gazed at the screen until Skoodge promptly shut it off.

"We can't sit back any longer!" A voice roared.

"If we're going to die we might as well fight the bastards!" Another voice declared.

"We don't stand a chance," Gaz declared as angry glares turned to her.

"We know that we're going to die…but we should fight!" A female argued.

"Those Irkens weren't normal," Zim pointed out as Skoodge nodded in agreement.

"They were vicious," Skoodge mumbled.

"The Armada is planning something, we can't afford to march into battle blind!" Gaz shouted as she glared at them.

"Why should we listen to someone that sleeps with the enemy?"

"She could be waiting to turn us into them!"

"Never should have trusted as Irken lover…"

"Silence!" Zim growled. The room went silent, but glares were sent his way. "If you wish to go and fight…then leave."

Gaz glanced at him in shock. Men picked up their weapons and began to leave. Many remained in their spots in confusion.


Red chuckled as he gazed at the destruction of the human base. The fire licked at the corpses. It danced around the buildings and slowly put him in a trance. Red floated off the ship and into the destruction. There were no threats that could oppose him. His eyes locked on the Irkens that were currently being taken back to their base. It seemed as if the new DNA had some rather nasty results. Red waved over a guard as spoke as the guard quickly saluted him.

"How is Elite Group number 36 doing?" Red questioned.

"They're hearing voices and seeing things sir," the guard replied.

"I see," Red sighed in a bit of disappointment. "Make sure their ship blows up."

The guard nodded and ran off to do his job. Red gazed at the destruction and figured that his walk to perfection would be coated in blood. He darkly smirked and realized that he would enjoy that walk.

Group 36 was the first group to receive the new DNA; one failure wouldn't stop him. He knew that he would encounter trials along the way, but he would overcome those trials. Two guards ran over to escort him back onto the ship. He sighed and went to turn around. His crimson eyes caught sight of movement and he scowled. A human pushed off debris from his body and aimed a weapon at Red. His hand shook as he struggled to keep aim. The guard to Red's left took aim and Red snatched the weapon from the guard. Red fired and laughed as he watched the human's skull explode.

The flames reflected in his eyes and he threw the weapon back to the guard before he floated into the ship. He wiped his eyes of the mirthful tears and smirked. Red wished that Purple was here to see this. He boarded the ship and ordered the technician to open the windshield. Red watched as the remaining Invaders gathered the living humans. They would be sent to the labs for research.

"Perfect," Red softly whispered.

"Sir, we have a transmission from Almighty Tallest Purple," a communication officer announced.

"Answer it," Red snapped.

Purple appeared on a small screen in front of Red. He was grinning and Red scowled. Red had been wondering where his other half had been. Usually Purple would be around complaining about how bored he was.

"Where are you and what are you doing?" Red grumbled.

"I'm at a base and I'm talking to you," Purple answered, he knew that would piss Red off.

"I can see that," Red growled.

"Anyways, I'm going to stay at the testing labs for a few days…got some things to do," Purple explained.

"What things? You never do anything," Red muttered under his breath. Purple caught this and scowled.

"Things…I have things to do," Purple angrily said.

"Fine, just don't mess anything up," Red warned.

"I'm not pathetic, I can do stuff," Purple replied with a scowl.

"Never would have guessed," Red laughed.

"When I get back up there I'm going to kick your…" Purple trailed off when he heard a beep. He blinked and then scowled at Red before he cut off the transmission. Red frowned and shrugged.

Purple turned to a technician and waited for an answer.

"Transmission from Zeta," the technician carefully said.

"Zeta…there's no planet Zeta," Purple mused.

"The transmission is prerecorded," the technician informed.

"Play it," Purple ordered.

Purple's eyes narrowed and his antennae rose in confusion. A young man with sickle styled hair appeared on the scene. The man enthusiastically waved and smiled.

"Hey Gaz!"

'Gaz…that's Zim's human,' Purple mused as he watched the boy continue to wave. 'That's the human that bothered Zim and pissed off Red.'

"Sorry I haven't stopped by to visit…but I've been busy," Dib spoke as he winked.

"He mated his enemy's sister…that's stupid," Purple grumbled.

"I wanted to let you know that we encountered a group of extraterrestrial idiots…they call themselves The Resisty," Dib informed with a laugh.

'The Resisty…'

"I remember them!" Purple shouted out. The technicians scooted away from Purple since he was talking to himself.

"I talked to them and they told me about all their idiotic ideas to fight the Armada…really dumb if you ask me," Dib grumbled.

"Get to the point," a feminine voice demanded.

"Anyways…we've figured out a way to release the Irkens from their Paks without entirely killing them," Dib stated.

Dib was pulled out of the way and he yelped as the screen shook. Purple watched in confusion. The screen refocused and Purple dropped his soda. Tak stood there with bright amethyst eyes and a smirk. She turned away from the camera and Purple caught sight of her Pakless back.

"You're brother rambles too much…but in brief, we have allies against the Armada," Tak quickly said.

"They're crazy!" A male voice shouted.

"Shut up Klavier!" Tak growled as her fists clenched.

"Never!" Klavier screamed.

"You're wasting time!" Dib shouted.

"We tried to contact you, but communication was blocked…we need to speak to you about this new information so hurry up and reply," Tak seriously said.

Tak was pushed out of the way and Dib appeared again.

"Love ya sis…these aliens are so cool!" Dib declared with a huge grin.

"DIB AND TAK ARE LOVE MONKEYS!" Klavier screamed.

The taller Irken appeared on screen and Purple paled. He could clearly see the lack of Pak and height. The Irken blinked his green eyes and waved at the screen.

"I'll kill you!" Tak declared.

"We aren't love monkeys!" Dib shouted back.

"Help me!" Klavier shouted as he ran off.

The transmission ended and Purple continued to blink every few minutes. Purple gazed at the screen in slight confusion.

'Pakless Irkens…tall Irkens,' Purple thought.

"Transmission had ended, should it be sent to Almighty Tallest Red?" The technician questioned.

"Delete it," Purple ordered.

"Yes Sir," the technician replied.

Purple watched as it was deleted and began to grin. This proved that Irkens could live without the Pak. He wondered how the Empire would react to this. If they could be Pakless how would society as they know it change. These Irkens on Zeta could be the key to save their race. Purple reached into his pants and pulled out a bag of chips. He would have to munch on this new information for a while.

"If anything about this message gets out to Red…I'll make you hurt, I'll make you hurt bad," Purple calmly said with a dark grin.


Author's Note:

I'm sorry the update was long, but I'm doing one-shots featuring Dib so I can work on his character and how I will portray him. I've also had alot of Homework.
Please review and I'll update soon!