(DISCLAIMER: Summertime is not belong to me, and I don't know who plays it, the only version I know of is the instrumental…so, whoever wrote it, I am not making any money off of the name or anything…)

(I'm updating! So be happy now because I might not get to any time soon! FallenAngel331, I don't know why you are here, why are you here? Yes, another filthy cliffhanger. Get used to it…Invader Tak, thank you! And I sent e-mails. etch-n-sketch, I told, there will be plot twists all over the damn place. This is just a minor one, compared to the one I have in store for the next story. His identity will be revealed soon enough, so you'll have to wait, just like everybody else. Your addiction will be craved in due time. On with da story!)

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'Wait, they know each other?' thought Dib, 'Must have left on bad terms…' Dib still sat in the same position that he fell into, not bothering to move due to the fact it would draw attention to himself. But then he remembered that the Irken with the forest green eyes said he was under protection…

"Why is the Dib-monster protected? Who gave this sergeant major the authority!" rebuttled Zim

"Why, don't you know?" asked the green eyes Irken, quirking an antenna and narrowing his eyes. Zim did not respond. "Guess you don't…It was the almighty tallest themselves, they authorized the code: That no creature, alien or not, having to do with, or is in a band, will not be touched as in harm…It was all over the circuits, why is it that YOU are always the last to know anything?"

Zim growled but otherwise backed down, "Just wait, when I catch him alone and you aren't around, I'll rip his head off…"

"That's just it, smeet, you won't, there will be three of us total, so you'll be under constant surveillance. Plus, we can have you executed if you disobey protocol. I think the Tallest would gladly bring back Myuki's method, just for you…" a sadistic grin crossed his dark green face.

Zim then seemed to panic and he backed up, "They wouldn't! It's…it's…"

"Cruel and unethical, but it seems fitting for you, defective…" said the older Irken.

Zim seemed to cower before this older Irken, then turned tail and ran.

The battle scarred Irken watched Zim run as he lowered himself to the ground. He turned to Dib, who just realized he wasn't invisible. Dib looked around, trying to find a way out. The green eyed Irken walked over to him and outstretched a hand. Dib looked at the long fingered hand, then back up at the Irken towering over him. "It's ok, I mean you no harm…" Dib was quite reluctant, but took the offered hand. The Irken pulled Din to his feet, "I would assume you are the one known as Dib…"

"Yes…" said Dib warily, "Who are you? Why can't Zim kill me?" 'Wait…that was really bad phrasing…'

"I am Dream, I'm a body guard if you will. And as I said before, you are protected by the Tallest themselves."

"Why do your leaders care…And why do you have a British accent?" asked Dib.

"Because the Almighty Tallest have taken a liking to your music and just the whole band aspect. Even the band members they said were entertaining," said Dream, "And I don't even realize I have a British accent, to me, you have an accent. But the answer to your question, I believe, is that I've spent the last year, on your planet, in England, that is to my knowledge."

"You look about the height of the…Tallest…how come you aren't one?" asked Dib.

"For a smeet, you ask a lot of questions…" said Dream, but Dib just looked at him. Dream sighed, "Because I'm not as tall as them, by only a few centimeters…" He looked away briefly, "If anything were to happen to them, Irk forbid, I'd be then next in line. I'm well trained and I've stood by their sides for years. Thanks to them, I'm not in the field anymore…"

"I see…" said Dib, "How old are you?"

"Now I understand why your head's so large…That is not a question I want to answer. What about you, how long does your race live?"

"Well, I'm 15…the longest living human was 120, I think…" said Dib, Dream nearly fainted.

"120? The smeets aren't even out of training yet!" he looked over Dib, "Your race could be considered endangered…" Dream shook his head, "Look, time to get you home. Head to your dwelling, I…we need to know where you live, so we can protect you…"

Dib eyed him then shrugged and started walking home. "You do know there are millions of people on this planet, right?" He said, not quite sure of everything that was going on, it might be a trap. He felt odd having a tall, green eyed alien following him home. All he got out of Dream was a mumble. "Listen, I'm not like other humans, I can handle myself fine…I've been dealing with Zim for 5 years now…"

"Not from what I could tell…" said Dream.

"He wasn't acting normal…he seemed more…rabid…than usual, more direct, more menacing…" said Dib, turning around to face Dream.

"Then it's finally happening…" said Dream sadly, "His pack it starting to degenerate…This was bound to happen eventually. You need protection now more than ever. Is this your dwelling?"

"Yes, but!" protested Dib.

"Not now, go into your home. You can ask us anything you please another day." And with that, he was gone. Dib just shook his head and went into his house. This was going to be one crazy, screwed up year…

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(Ok, yeah, I realize this is a little short, but its only leading up to the really long next chapter! So do not fret…well yeah, fret, I won't be updating anytime soon…but I do hope you enjoy this chapter and you'll patiently, PATIENLY wait for the next one…)