Haha IloveZimandNny16, I had a dream like that but they used crackers! XD I posted pictures of Gaz and Tak in the 40's on deviantArt, if anyone wants to check it out.

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It was a little after five when the doorbell rang, and Dib went to answer it. He smiled to see Tak holding a plate wrapped in foil. She looked beautiful. She had chosen a different dress than her usual one, a deep purple and navy sailor dress. Mimi stood beside her, shivering in the cold. Tak handed Dib the plate, "I brought a sqaush casserole. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. Well, are you just going to stand there and freeze or do you want to come in?" Dib smiled moving out of the door so Tak and Mimi could come in. Tak took in a deep breath of warm air, a smell of something cooking making her feel at home. Dib went to the kitchen to put the casserole on the table befor coming back and helping her with her coat and scark, putting it on the coatrack, "Dad's not here, you don't have to wear the disguise if you don't want to."

"I want to, I spent a lot of time on the hair."

Dib wanted to ask how she could fix her hair if it was a holograph, but Mimi interrupted, "I think I will take off mine. If I wear it too long I start thinking like a cat."

Tak went in the kitchen to see Dib's younger sister cooking. She walked next to her and asked, "Do you want me to help?"

Gaz grunted in annoyance. First Dad had to work now Dib had to bring his girlfriend over. So much for a family occasion. But she knew Tak was family now, or will be soon, "Could you check on the turkey for me?"

Tak did so, eagerly. Dib was very close to his sister and she wanted to win her approval. Though she found her to be rather harsh and cold at times, she still tried to befriend her. For Dib's sake. She looked at the turkey and nodded, "I think it's ready... what kinf of turkey is that, I never seen one so large."

"It's a genetically engineered turkey my dad sent over to make up for working today."

Tak looked at it and touched it. Though it did burn, it was because of the heat not a reaction. It would be safe to eat. Thinking of things that were edible, she mentioned to Gaz, "The casserole I brought has vortian squash in it. It should be safe for you to eat."

"I've had irken food before, I'm not nervous about eating other alien foods." Gaz said, pouring a can of cranberry sauce onto a small bowl.

"When have you had irken food?" Tak asked, surprised.

Gaz didn't answer, but focused on the greenbean casserole. For about an hour they made small talk, Dib coming in and stealing kisses with Tak. Gaz wasn't so annoyed, she had her own guest coming. Finally the dinner was cooked and Gaz was setting the table with their finest china.

Dib noticed the fifth plate and reminded her, "Dad's working, we only need four plates."

"I know. I invited someone."

"Who?" Dib asked, intrigued. Who did Gaz even talk to let alone invite over?

Gaz smirked, "My boyfriend."

Both Dib and Tak nearly choked. Dib took a sip of his sweet tea and asked, "When did you get a boyfriend?"

"We started dating a few days ago. I figured I might as well introduce him since we are getting along good together."

"Wow, Gaz, I had no idea..." Dib was interrupted by the doorbell. He was a bit excited and a bit nervous to see who would take an interest in his weird sister. He was almost afrais to see Satan standing at the door.

"That's him... don't embarrass me!" Gaz hissed openning the door. Dib's mouth dropped and his eyes widened. It was worse than Satan. It was Zim.

Zim stood there holding a bouquet of red roses. He handed them to her, "Evening, Gaz-mate. I'm sorry for the flowers, Zim couldn't find any without thorns."

Gaz smiled, "I love thorns, they're the prettiest part of the flower."

"I MADE BISCUTS!" A highpitched voice shreiked. Dib looked down to see Zim had brought Gir along. This could not be happening.

"Then Zim shall engineer a flower made entirely of thorns for you." Zim said as she invited him and Gir in. Zim looked at Dib's pale face and smirked, grabbing Gaz and pulling her into a deep kiss.

Gaz's eyes widened in surprise as her face burned with embarassment. Zim wanted to see Dib's reation but he couldn't. He couldn't tear away from her soft lips just yet. Though he was confused on why it felt so good, he had to continue, his tongue licking her lips in want of access.

Gaz pushed him away, breaking the kiss. Something inside him felt dissapointed that she broke it off so soon. Though he could see pure anger in her eyes, she spoke in her sweetest voice, "Zim, why don't you take Gir's biscuts to the table, we're almost ready to start."

Zim nodded, "Yes. I hope you don't mind that I brought Gir. I didn't want to leave him alone and he was begging to see you."

"It's fine, we have enough for several." She said, guiding him to the table and then going to the china cabinet to retrieve another plate.

Dib yelled pointing a finger at Zim, "This is low, Zim. And don't think I wont't let you get away with using my sister for some evil plan!"

"Zim wouldn't dream of using your lovely sister... Just her body." Zim smirked before seeing the turkey on the table and shrieked, pointing at it, "Animal sacrifice?"

Dib was ready to pounce when Tak came out from the kitchen. She froze when she saw Zim, hissing, "What is he doing here?"

"He is my date." Gaz said, setting another plate next to Mimi's.

"I won't sit next to that defected peice of trash." Mimi hissed.

Gir looked hurt, "Awwww, but I took a bath."

"Would you like to sit next to Zim then?" Gaz asked annoyed.

Mimi hissed and shook her head. Tak grabbed Gaz's arm, "Can I talk to you? In the kitchen?"

"Fine." She turned to Zim, Dib, Mimi and Gir at the tabled, "Don't start without us."

Tak led her to the kitchen and let go of her arm before hissing, "What in Irk is wrong with you? How can you be so stupid?"

"Excuse me?" Gaz asked, narrowing her eyes.

"He's using you! He couldn't care less about you, he's just trying to find Dib's weakness."

"Dib. All I ever hear about is Dib. No one ever talks to me unless it's about Dib. For once, Tak, someone remembered my name wasn't Dib's scary little sister and treated me with respect. Are you saying the only quality ANYONE could find tolerable in me is my relationship to Dib?" Gaz shouted back, clearly hurt. She knew Zim was using her and she was using him too. But the idea that nobody could ever really care for her stung.

"That isn't what I meant. I'm just trying to prevent you from getting hurt."

"No, you're trying to prevent Dib from getting hurt. And what I do is my business. I'll deal with the consequences." Gaz sneered and went back into the diningroom. Tak sighed, regretting her choice of words. She ruinned whatever relationship she had tried to form with the young human, probally making her hate her.

Tak followed her and saw everone had taken a seat. Gaz sat next to Zim, Dib and herself sat across from them as Gir and Mimi sat at the end. Tak sat down, waiting for the uncomfortable silence to end. Finally, Gaz spoke, "Who's going to say grace? Dib, since Dad isn't here maybe you should."

Gir raised his hand, "I'll say it!"

"Fine with me." Dib muttered, just wanting to eat his food and make this night end.

Dib and Gaz bowed their heads, the irkens following their example. Gir clasped his hands and began to pray, "Dear God, I want a pony, a mongoose, a red ryder BB gun, a clown, Mimi, exploding babies, a voodoo doll, a train, ice cream..."

"That's santa, Gir." Zim said in a flat voice

"Oh...AMEN!" Gir shrieked happily. Every on repeated the amen and started to fill their plates. Zim looked at it with caution, then seeing Tak take a bite out of her meal, he tried it. He was pleased that the beheaded bird with severe third degree burns didn't sting him.

"So, Zim. When did you start dating my sister?" Dib asked, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

"Friday. After Zim confessed to having feelings for the Gaz, she informed me she did as well and devoted her life to Zim!" He said, eating the green bean casserole.

Dib, Tak and Gaz glared at him for different reasons. Dib, not wanting his sister hurt, Tak not wanting Dib hurt and Gaz, annoyed at his tone. Dib stared at Zim, before asking, "Have you two even gone on a date yet?

"Of course we have."

"Where?" Dib challenged.

Zim, not being able to think, let Gaz answer that, "We went back to his place."

Tak choked on her food as Dib saw red and demanded, "What were you doing at his place?"

"THE LONE MONKEY!" Gir shouted, spitting turkey and stuffing on everybody.

"Yes, we listened to the Lone Monkey. What a magical monkey..." Zim nodded, grateful for Gir's interruption. He ate more greenbean casserole, deciding it was the best.

Dib was shocked. Gaz didn't like westerns. At least he didn't think she did. Seeing Dib's face, Gaz decided to take it further, "He was even kind enough to share his dinner with me. Though it was too sweet for my taste."

"He shared his snacks?" Tak asked, surprised. Irkens do not like sharing, especially food. It was a serious commitment if an irken brought food to his mate, they were acting out the tradition of hunting for their mate and offspring.

Gaz noticed Zim taking a third helping of the casserole she made, "Like it?"

"Mmm, yeah. So delicous." He nodded, stuffing his face.

Tak realised only Dib and Gaz, mostly Dib though, ate the casserole she made and scowled, "What about the squash casserole. I made it."

"No wonder it tastes like dookie." Zim grimaced, never wanting to think of it again.

Dib smiled and ate another bite, "I think it's wonderful, Tak. In fact, it's the best thing I ever tasted."

Tak smiled, pleased her mate liked her food. Only his oppinion mattered. Tak looked at the bitemark on Dib's neck which the collar of his shirt was partially covering. Then she looked at Gaz's neck, clear of any blemishes. Zim hadn't marked her yet. Perhaps he was using her as she first thought. She sighed, turning her attention back to her plate as everyone ate in silence.

Gir, hating peace and quiet, grabbed a biscut and offered it to Mimi, "I made it myself!"

Mimi stared at the biscut with caution, before taking it and nibbling it, "It tastes efficent. What is in it?"

"Soap! And I made the soap myself!" Gir squeeled happily.

"Hmmm. Do I taste a strip of pig meat?" Mimi asked as she grabbed another biscut. Gir nodded cheerfully, "It's my special recipe!"

Everyone else tossed their biscuts aside. Soon everyone finnished and Gaz was clearing the table. Tak, still feeling guilty about their argument earlier started to help when Zim grabbed a plate from her, "I'll help. It is my right to help my mate."

Tak growled and tugged the plate from his grip, "But as another female, I should assist her duties and bond with my future sister-in-law."

Dib, tired of seeing them fight over dirt dishes, sighed and took the plate from them, "It's my house. I'll do it."

It was only one plate as Gaz had already washed the dishes and put away the leftovers. Gir sat next to Mimi on the couch, ignoring her hissing and took out a rubber piggy from his head, "This is my favorite piggy. What's your's?

"I don't play with piggies." The small SIR unit said in a haughty manner.

Gir gasped, "No piggies? What about a moose?"

"I don't play with moose either."

"You need to ask Santa for some!" Gir smiled, sypathetic to his fellow robot for not having any toys. She did have a stuffed mouse that squeeked when she hugged it but she was not going to let anyone else know that. Only Tak knew, since she gave it to her and never said anything for her companion's dignity.

"The Santa monster is a myth. It is physically impossible for an obese human live centuries and travel the world in one night with toys he had elves made without any financial support for the materials. And furthermore from what I have learned in Earth's database, Santa was original based on a pagen god, Merdock.(did not spell that right). In order to bring in the new year of harvesting, they sacrifices children and infants for him to consume their blood. The catholic church couldn't get rid of the tradition so they adopted it and changed it to where Father Christmas would give presents to the children instead of eating them. Then the soda indrustry took that and made it into a commercial image." Mimi scoffed at Gir's ignorance.

Gir stared at her before his eyes started to water. Zim, hearing him sniffle, went to see what was wrong with him now, "Gir, what is this pathetic sniffling about?"

"Mimi says there's no Santa and he eats children!" Gir cried.

Zim, sighed. He hated it it when Gir cried. He hated himself for hating Gir cry. He would never admit it, but he preferred a cheerful and spastic Gir, "If he's not real, then how does he eat smeets? And your a robot not a smeet... but I'll tell you what's not true about Santa."

"What?" Gir asked, calming down.

"He doesn't give the naughty smeets coal... he eats them. Which means Mimi will have to be careful this year, won't she?" Zim grinned as Gir perked up.

Tak stared in disbelief as Zim comforted his minion. If he was capable of caring for his SIR unit then maybe he might care for Gaz. Then anger set in as he insinuated Mimi would be eaten. They both knew Santa wasn't real, but Mimi was a good girl...robot... and deserved praise and presents. Thinking of presents, Tak began to wonder what to buy for Mimi this year, as well as Dib and Gaz.

Gir looked at his piggy and handed it to Mimi, "You can have him. I have lots. You need it more since Santa won't be giving you presents."

Gaz, leaning against the doorway smiled. Well, at least on the inside she was. Though she wasn't fond of Gir (or so she told herself) she thought it wouldn't hurt to pretend to be for the sake of the act, "What do you want for Christmas, Gir?"

"A Red Ryder BB!" Gir screamed in joy.

Dib, looking unamused, replied, "You'll shoot your eye out... or somebody else's."

Zim screamed in pain, everyone turning to see Tak pouring beans down his shirt. She smiled saying, "Oh, what a waste of perfectly good food. You should be ashamed of yourself, Zim. There are hungry orphans in china and you're bathing in beans."

Dib laughed, doubling over as he tried to get his breath. The whole night was worth it just to see that. Zim twitched in pain. Gaz who, tried to pretend not to care, glared at Tak.

"Zim has to go home now and clense myself of the pain. It was a wonderful meal, Gaz-love. Zim is proud to have been apart of it. Come on, Gir, we should leave."

Gir, though sad, nodded and smiled before jumping up and tackling Gaz, "Bye pretty, scary lady. I Looooooove you!

Gaz scowled, pushing him off her, "Get off!"

"Okay!" He jumped of and zipped his doggy hood on, running to Zim. Zim stepped out with Gir in tow before Gaz stopped him, wanting to talk away from Dib and Tak, "You okay? I think your back's bleeding."

Zim nodded, "It probally is. I canfix it when I return to my base."

Gaz saw him shiver in the wind, snow begining to fall lightly and notice he didn't have a coat. She quickly went back inside and came back out with a black umbrella and handed it to him, "Here. I don't think I remember you ever having an umbrella."

Zim took it, grateful. He held it in his hands, dissapointed it wasn't as soft as his usual sheild, Gaz, "Thank you. Zim will use it often."

Gaz was about to go back inside when he grabbed her. He took her chin and faced her to his eyes. Then he did something unexpected. He bent down to her soft white neck and bit her. Gaz hissed in pain and pushe him off.

Gaz, holding the bloody wound, demanded, "Why did you do that? I am going to kill you!"

"Calm down, Human...Gaz... It's an irken tradition to mark their mate. It'll look more convincing to Tak and Dib." He told her before walking away, "I will see you later."

Gaz watched as Gir followed his master, feeling the blood run down her neck. She decided to go back in and take care of it. Tak went upstairs to use the bathroom only to find Gaz cleaning her neck.

"Oh my Irk, what happened?" Tak asked, concerned at the blood in the sink.

"Zim was playing around and got a little carried away." Gaz answered nonchalantly. Tak's eyes widened. She remembered when she marked Dib, refering to it as a love bite. This was bad.

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Zim sighed as he walked home as Gir sang Cotton Eye Jo. Zim paid no mind as he was in deep thought. Why did he mark her? It was just an act. But remembering the feel of her warm kiss, he knew he had to. Zim held the umbrella above his head and smiled. She gave him an offering of friendship. She accepted that in a way, she was his. She was just pretending to be his, but none the less she was his. Something about that thought made Zim warm inside. Then he realised what he was thinking and shook it out of his mind. He didn't care about her, only Dib's pain. In fact, he hoped she would end up in a car crash so he wouldn't have to pretend to like her.

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A/N: yes, the red ryder thing is from the christmas story. I couldn't resist. And it's kinda a tribute to my mom who loved that movie and recently fell in love with invader zim.