The Unnamed Feeling is not belong to me, it belongs to the almighty Metallica! The only reason I'm using this one is because I couldn't find a better one! I'm not making any money with using this song!

I'm back! And with a nice long update! Happy to all of you. Um…Happy New Year? Has it really been that long or is it just me? Neeway, the reason I haven't updated in so long is because I'm trying to revive an old comic I did a while ago…never knew why I stopped, I just did. So, for all of you that care, I'll be posting that on DA AS well as a story version, for those of you who don't like sequential art. So there you go. The meh reviewers! Well, reviewer…FallenAngel331, yes, Tak…yes, all will be explained in due time. Just have a little patients…On with da story!

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Tak just stared angrily at the Sergeant, "Good to have you? GOOD TO HAVE YOU! You're making a mockery of me!"

"I assure you I'm not…" said the Sergeant, "I brought you here for a specific reason you might find enjoyable…"

"Destroy the earth? I think not, I won't have anything to do with this nasty rock!" spat Tak.

"I assume they didn't inform you…great…" sighed the Sergeant, "You're not here to destroy this 'nasty rock' as you call it. Unfortunately for you, it's now protected by the empire itself. No, you'll be doing something much different…"

Tak squinted an eye and cocked an antenna to see if she could better understand what he was saying. It wasn't helping much. 'Have the Tallest gone insane? Why would they protect a planet? Its unheard of…' she was so deep in thought she forgot to listen to her mission, "Wait, what?"

"I said we have to keep an eye on Zim because his chemical balancers are beginning to fail…" said the Sergeant unhappily, "I need you two to keep an eye on him and the Dib-human, or it will be our heads, if the Dib were to die…"

"Dib? Why him in particular?" asked Tak.

"Well, for starters, they are mortal enemies…" said the Sergeant, "So Zim would go after Dib first before he goes after anyone else. Second, Dib is part of the band unit, so he must be protected at all costs…"

"I must be missing something…did I miss a memo or something?" asked Tak.

"Yeah, you kinda did…" said Dream, "That's what happens when you're put on janitorial duty…ugck!" coughed Dream as he was punched in the gut. (Tak is very prone to violence…) "Ggk…comment…withdrawn…ugh…" Tak's fist was shaking in rage and her blazing purple eyes were ready to lash out at anyone…But she was quite startled when the Sergeant rested his hand on her fist with just the slightest of pressure. She looked over at him and he shook his head.

"As much as I enjoy Dream getting his ass kicked by a female, now is not the time for this. Save your fight for the actual battle…" Tak lowered her fists and looked back over at Dream, who was acting like he was dieing.

She gave a smirk, "Alright, where do we go from here…"

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Dib idly sat in his chemistry class trying to figure out a way to get out of going to drumline. He sat there, his test done long ago, tapping his paper with the butt of his pencil. The teacher walked by and looked at Dib.

"Having some trouble with a problem, Dib?" she asked.

"Hm? No, I'm done, here…" said Dib, handing her his paper. She graded it quickly and handed it back to him. He had a 100 percent and a little smiley face.

"Another perfect, Mr. Dib," she said cheerfully and walked off. Dib could feel the stares of all the other students in the class, mostly seniors with some juniors. Most were lucky to pull C's in her class, while Dib was getting strait A's.

He was saved a pummeling by the bell, but it also spelled his doom. He got out of there as fast as he could and headed down the band hallway.

He was a little later than normal because he got caught in the B-lunch wave as they came in a swarm of bodies. He entered the band room to find everybody there, except Zak…

'Odd, he's usually here before everybody else…I hope this doesn't have anything to do with me…' he thought as he set his stuff down and got his drum out. He set up right next to Zim, only because Mr. Helm wanted it that way. He couldn't help that, but the only bad thing about being snare this year is that song. The one song he loathed…he hated it with a passion…During this one song, one of the flute payers thought it would be funny to have the snare drums dance in a mock ballet type way. It stuck, and Dib was stuck with it…good thing for him, everybody else hated it to…

"Ey! What took you so long, Zak!" said Tommy as Zak walked in, "Hey, who's that with you?"

"Oh, just a new student, I'm showing her around the skool. She'll also be attending my classes until she has her schedule all figured out…" said Zak.

"Oh, cool! So she'll be in the line for a few days…" said Jeff, "We could always use a few extra players!"

"She's not really into band, but she does have a good ear for music. She might be able to help us out a little," said Zak.

Dib took the time to turn around and look at the new arrival. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Tak?" he said, disillusioned. The girl turned her head to look over at Dib. Yeah, that was definitely her…

"Oh, hey Dib, didn't know you still lived here…" said Tak, smiling a bit. Dib's shock was broken only by Mr. Helm's familiar bellow.

"Alright! Let's get this show on the road! 8's, go! Now!" he shouted from his office. Everyone quickly got to their spots and started. When all the warm up's were over and they were about to start on the actual music, Tak piped up.

"Isn't he off?" she asked.

"Is who off?" asked Mr. Helm.

"The snare drummer on Dib's left, he comes in late on the left hand when you were doing the parri parri flam cheezes…"

Mr. Helm just kind of looked at her, "I thought you didn't take band…"

"No, I just don't do much of it anymore, I have more of an interest in my sciences now, but I have done some things in the past…" replied Tak.

"Yes, he was late. Zim, fix it or I'll pull you out of the show and put you back on cymbals…" threatened Mr. Helm.

"Yes, sir…" said Zim, shooting a glare at Tak. 'I'll kill her for sure if she ever comes back here…'

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Dib was walking home and now had more questions than answers. Tak was here, but for what purpose? Was she the other Irken they were calling in? So much information in such a short amount of time…And he still had the whole 'Zak' problem to worry about. It would be a bad idea to get into any relationships now. Zim might go after him to. Dib couldn't have that…there's no was he would let that happen. HE would kill Zim before that happened.

Dib stopped dead in his tracks. Where did that come from? He was never that violent before…why now? Was it because of Zak? That he might have something worth protecting now? Dib wasn't sure…He then remembered something he had heard before. People will do anything to protect something or someone they care for…Then, that means…

"I do care…" he said softly.

"Care about what?" Dib nearly jumped out of his skin as he spun around to see Zak, "Sorry, did I sneak up on you? Didn't mean to…"

"No, its ok, I was just thinking out loud…" said Dib and he started walking again.

"Thinking about what?" asked Zak, clearly interested in what Dib was so consumed over.

"Stuff…" said Dib, not really wanting to get into anything in public.

"Well, what kind of stuff?" asked Zak, wanting to get at the very bottom of this.

'Why is he being so nosey?' thought Dib. He sighed, "Look, it's not something I want to talk about, ok…" both were very silent for a while, then Zak broke the silence.

"It's about me, isn't it…"

Dib stopped right after Zak asked the question. He looked at the ground and held a death grip on his shoulder backpack. "I told you I don't want to talk about it right now. Now is not the time…" Dib was quite frustrated now, speaking through clenched teeth.

Zak reached out a hand and gently touched Dib's shoulder, in which Dib responded by jerking away.

"Don't touch me…" Dib said curtly. Zak immediately retracted his hand, fearing it might be lost…And it was a good thing that Zak was behind Dib, or else Zak would have seen the pained expression on Dib's face. "Just…just leave me alone…"

"No, not if it's bothering you this much…" said Zak, "It's not really the greatest feeling to see someone you care for look like this…"

"Fine, but we discus it in privacy…" said Dib coldly. Zak said nothing, he was afraid to, he had never seen Dib this bothered before…

Dib went up the driveway of his house and unlocked the door, Zak following behind. Zak followed Dib upstairs and to Dib's room, Zak being extremely quiet. When Dib got to his room, he opened the door and tossed his bag to the side and crashed on his bed. Zak come in and gently set his book bag by the door, in case things didn't go so well, he could easily leave and be out as quickly as possible. Zak sat in one of the rolly chairs in Dib's bedroom. There was silence while Dib tried to say something, but nothing came to mind. He finally let out a heavy sigh, "Yes, it's about you…" he said finally, making Zak jump at the sudden broken silence.

"It's bad isn't it…" said Zak quietly.

"What? No…fuck no…" said Dib quickly, "I don't hate you or anything…I'm just…afraid…"

"Of me?" asked Zak.

"Of myself…" said Dib, "I…like you, and because of that I'm afraid and confused. It's never bothered me this badly before…" Dib sat up and rested his elbows on his knees and cupped his hands over his face, either hiding it in shame or stress.

Zak got up and walked over to Dib and Sat next to him. He just stat there and watched Dib breathe slowly. "Dib, it's ok if you don't want to get involved or anything…I understand…"

Dib shook his head a little, "No, it's not, that's just it…" he sighed heavily and stood up, walking to the door, closing and locking it. He didn't want anyone to walk in on their little conversation… "I don't want you to be a target…I'm worried for you. If we were to get involved at all, Zim won't only go after me, but he'll go after you to…" Dib looked at Zak with pleading eyes before he sat down on the bed again, "It would be safer if you just stayed away from me…and not just you, everybody…" he breathed in shakily, "There may be sentries all around, but they can't watch everything, everywhere, all the time…." Dib looked blankly at the floor. He hated this, he hated that he had to do this, but it was the only way. He stood to encourage Zak to leave, but as soon as he stood, he was pulled back down and into an embrace. Dib was somewhat surprised, though he knew he shouldn't be by now, "Zak, please…" he whispered.

"Damnit Dib…" murmured Zak, "I ride motorcycles! Dib, there's a greater chance of me getting hit by a car and being killed than by that psychotic alien." He rested his head on Dib's shoulder, "And I don't want you to be paranoid and always look over your shoulder in fear…" 'I don't want you to end up like I did…I don't ever want to see you like that…' he paused before speaking again, "I overheard you talking to one of those monsters one day after rehearsal, right after you were attacked…Dib, I was so fucking scared that you were going to be hurt…I was so afraid that I couldn't even move…But then another one came and scared the first off…And I heard him…it? Say something about being another coming and become one more of three? Or something like that. What was that all about? Are you one of those things?" asked Zak.

Dib pulled away and looked at him in confusion. Then smirked and shook his head, "No, I'm native born human…And well, it's kind of hard to explain. To my knowledge, they're just here to get rid of Zim or…deactivate him I think they said. But whatever it is, I believe they mean the band people no harm, apparently, we're protected under a new law or commandment or whatever…" he could feel Zak's blank stare, "Look, I'm not sure of all the details myself…"

"And you believe them…" asked Zak.

"What else can I do? Do I trust them fully? Hell no, but until they screw up, I'll just be on my toes…" said Dib.

Zak nodded and looked at his feet. He had underestimated Dib's intelligence and trustworthiness, he felt like a total ass…He then felt a soft warmth on his shoulder and looked at Dib. Dib was looking at him with a worried look. Zak smiled a little, "I'm fine, really…"

Dib nodded and started to take his hand back, but it was caught and his whole body was jerked forward. Zak had done it again, he had pulled Dib into a kiss, but he didn't restrain him this time. Dib had all the chance in the world to pull away or say stop, and he didn't. Dib couldn't take it anymore, he gave into himself and to Zak. And, he was really glad that the blinds were pulled and the door was locked. X3

Zak kissed Dib deeply, sliding his hands up the back of Dib's shirt. Dib gasped a little bit at the coldness of Zak's hands, but it quickly passed. And, in turn, Dib let his hands wander up the back of Zak's shirt, feeling that Zak's back was just as cold as his hands. Zak let out a soft moan at the new warmth of Dib's hands on his cool skin.

Then Dib sort of rolled/lay onto his back and Zak followed, ending up on top of him. It was quite nice for both boys, such a wonderful little make-out session with all the sighing, gasping and groaning, complete with all that lovely touching. However, Zak had wanted to go farther, but Dib, being the shy and self-conscious one he is, wouldn't let him… (Such a party pooper he is…)

Zak left in good spirits and Dib was left in good spirits.

'Maybe this won't be so bad after all…' thought Dib as he lay contented on his bed, 'well, as long as no one knows about it anyway…' Dib sighed and he rolled onto his side, falling asleep in no time at all.

But unknown to him, someone was watching, not to mention documenting it.

'This is not good, I'll have to notify the Sergeant a.s.a.p.'

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"And you're sure about this?" asked the Sergeant to a green-eyed female Irken on the monitor.

"Yes, Sergeant, the Tallest will want an update soon, within a day or so," she replied.

"Ay, I'll do that, thank you," said the Sergeant. She saluted and signed off.

"Sergeant!" shouted Dream, "Sergeant! I think we have a really big problem!"

The Sergeant spun around, eyes slightly panicked, "What is it! What happened! Is Zim on the move?" he asked as Dream ran up to him.

"No, it's he Dib!" he coughed, trying to catch his breath.

The Sergeants eyes widened in horror, "WHAT HAPPENED?"

"I…I don't know, but you're not gonna like it…" he panted and handed the Sergeant a disk. The Sergeant snatched it out of his hand and punched it into the computer. Then he watched, and as it progressed, the Sergeant became more and more disgusted, "How long ago did you film this?" he hissed though clenched teeth.

Dream was taken aback by the malice in the Sergeant's tone, "Eh…not long…possibly and hour and a half?" he was silent as the Sergeant's antenna seemed to droop somewhat, "Uhm…Sergeant?"

"What…" he snapped.

"Uh, never mind, I'm gonna go check on…em, the stuff at…place…" Dream then proceeded to slink off.

The Sergeant could hear a dark chuckle. "What do you find so comical, Tak…" he growled.

She chuckled a little more before falling from the ceiling and landing behind the Sergeant, "Hehe, just you, Sergeant…" she put a sickeningly sweet emphasis on the word. She could just barely make out a 'go away' from the Sergeant. She smiled coldly, "Pretty sad, even for you…"

"Shut up, Tak…Go away and leave me alone…" hissed the Sergeant.

"No, I don't think I will," she said sweetly, she knew she was pushing her luck, but she had to know, "You're as low as they get, Sergeant, to be in love with a wretched stink-beast like that."

"I said shut UP!" shouted the Sergeant as he whirled around and grabbed Tak by the throat, lifting her up off the ground, "Unless you want to discuss the matter further, you are dismissed…" Tak, in her utter surprise, didn't even see the pure look or murder in the Sergeant's ruby red eyes. She hurriedly shook her head and the Sergeant dropped her unceremoniously. She clutched at her neck, choking and coughing. She looked back up at the Sergeant, her antenna flat against her head in submission. This was the first time in her whole like that she was actually frightened…

"Get out of my sight…" hissed the Sergeant, a low, throaty growl showing though. Tak, now definitely scared for her life, got the hell out of there.

The Sergeant shook his head and turned back to the screen. He stopped the footage and leaned against the computer panel, his head sunk down and his antenna fell lifelessly against the back of his head. He let out a soft, depressed sigh. 'This wasn't supposed to happen….' Then a smile crept across his seemingly depressed face.

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Um…yeah, I don't have much to say except that I hope you liked this chapter only because I probably won't update for a long, long time…so I'm very sorry, but if I do, then it will be a miracle…Love to all who read this story.