A/N: I am very sorry for the wait. I've been in a mood for the past month, and when I get these moods I can't write. I had planned on posting the next chapter by christmas but oh well. Once again, please forgive me if everything isn't historically acurrate. *Groans* I knew I should've skipped the 40's.

Me: No, i only have storylines plotted out for a few eras.

Friend:... What about a titanic parody?

Me: i just said no.

Otherfriend: MEDEVIL! Make Gaz a princess!

Me: You aren't even listening to me, are you?

Friend: Oooh, Zim meets Titanic!

Me: YOU JUST SAID THAT! Ugh, you use to make sense to me, what happened?

friends: . you and your stupid moods. Take your damn prozac, we want our spazzy friend that speaks spazlish back!

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Weeks had past and Gaz and Zim had continued their act, mimicking Dib and Tak's actions. They spent as much time together as possible, even doing mundain acts together, such as laundry and homework. After carefully watching them, Dib and Tak reluctantly accepted that the two were indeed in love and decided to focus on their own relationship, much to the annoyance of Gaz and Zim. It almost seemed like Tak had moved in with all the time she was spending with Dib. Gaz, not wanting to be in the sickening presence of love, often went to Zim's base for peace. Or at least peace from gushy kisses and hugs.

Gaz lounged on Zim's sofa reading Grimm's Fairytales (the original tales are messed up, very cool) as Gir went on about his visit to see Santa.

"His lap was sticky, because the last kid spilt icecream on him and he smelt like vomit! And I asked for a pig and a BB gun like the Lone Monkey has and a taco and marbles and jelly and a hat for MiniMoose...But I also want a hat. I FORGOT TO ASK FOR A HAT FOR GIR!" Gir cried after rambling.

Gaz who had been nodding her head to pretend she was listening just paused her reading to reasure him, "Don't worry, Gir, he knows. He watches when you're sleeping and when you're awake to see if you've been bad. He knows what you want. The only reason you visit him is because he's lonely."

Gir relaxed and smiled, "He sure is! He wanted me to play with him in the bathroom but Mastah said no."

Gaz's eyes widened but she shrugged off her shock. As long as they don't mess with Gir, she could care less about a sicko out there. Just as she was about to go back to her book, her boyfriend came up from his lab. He wasn't surprisedto see Gaz laying there as he was growing accustomed to her visits. Almost as accustomed to being tackled by Gir.

"Dib and Tak are being disgusting again, I see." He said as he tackled Gir off him for the third time that day.

"Yeah. Dib brought home a tree and they're decorating it together. I doubt they actually get anything done with all the kissing and crap. It's almost like walking in on your parents." Gaz shuddered.

Zim blanched, "Ugh, bad image! Bad image..."

Gaz laughed at Zim's reaction as he tried to shake the thought of Dib-Monkey and the Tak-monster out of his head, "It's even mor disgusting then that song, I saw mommy kissing Satan Claws."

"Satan Claws? Don't you mean Santa Clause?" Gaz raised a brow, closing her book.

"Santa, Satan, they're both evil."

Gaz was about to protest but then thought about it. He watches kids when they're sleeping and he gives coal to naughty children. She once got coal and she nearly burned down the house. Santa never gave her coal again, much to her dissapointment.

"Evil bastard..." Gaz muttered.

"Oooh, are we talking about Santa? I SAW HIM!"

Before Gir could go on another rant, Zim picked him up, "Gir, I'm hungery. Aren't you hungry, Gir?"

"OooohhhAHHHHHHHH!" Gir nodded and screamed.

"There's a can of mushroom soup in the kitchen."

"Awww, I want waffles." Gir moped.

"Humans are rationing sugar, Gir. We have to make do." Zim said, setting the SIR unit down. Gir nodded and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

Gaz looked at the kitchen door as she heard the clinkling of pans. Zim froze and added, "And don't add anything else!"

After hearing Gir moan, she smirked, "Soup Zim? What happened to your snacks?"

"After the Thanksgiving disaster, Zim discoverd not all earth food is posionous. It was a painful task, but I tested with different foods to find what is edible. Most vegetables are safe as are bird based meals such as chicken and turkey."

Gaz look at Zim thoughtfully, "Have you grown?"

Zim smiled broadly, "Yes, I have! Three inches to be exact. Thank you for noticing Zim's superiority."

Rolling her eyes, Gaz brought up Gir's wishlist, "So do you know what Gir wants for Christmas? He just told me he forgot to tell Santa he wanted a hat."

"Another thing? He comes up with something new everyday." Zim groaned.

"So? He's excited, it's normal for kids to do that."

"But he's not a kid, he's a SIR unit." Zim replied, aggitated.

"But he acts like a kid. He probally thinks he is one. And didn't you tell me you liked him better the way he is compared to other SIR units?" Gaz reminded.

Zim nodded, "But it's still going to be hard to find everything he wants."

"What are you complaining about? You have a house that counterfeits money."

"True. But why does Zim have to buy his presents, why doesn't Santa do it?"

"Zim, Santa's not real." Gaz informed him.

"Oh he's real! I had to stop him from eating Earth last year..." Zims eyes glazed over as he remembered fondly of the battle then thought of something, "I can't believe I'm giving Santa-beast credit for giving Gir the presents Zim bought."

Gaz surpressed a smirk as she knew what Zim was thinking. He wanted Gir to view him as a magic powerful being and recieving praise instead of a fat man in a red coat. Placing a bookmark on the page she was on she said, "You don't have to put Santa's name on all the presents, just a few."

Zim's eyes widened as he never thought of this when Gir called them to the kitchen. When Gaz didn't come, rather wanting to stay where she was, the little robot came out and picked her up, carring her to the kitchen, dropping her infront of the fourth bowl set on the table.

Ignoring her curiousity of how strong gir could be, she hissed, "Why do I have to eat now, and Mini-Moose is off doing whatever?"

"He's waiting for his soup to cool down. He can't hold a spoon so he just eats face first."

"Oh.."

They ate, making small talk. Mostly talking about the war and their oppinions on it. Zim tried to understand it, "So America is fighting Germany now?"

"Not yet, but it looks ineventable."

"Why? They didn't attack us."

"Because they're attacking everybody else. We're going to aid Britain before Germany does try to attack us."

Zim smirked, "So Zim was right?"

"What do you mean?" Gaz asked, stirring her soup.

"I said if we don't attack, they will. And you called Zim ingnorant." He grinned, crossing his arms in victory.

Gaz scoffed, "It's not the same! If we do get involved with Germany it's to stop them from invading other countries."

"But isn't that different from America? Their ways are disserent from yours and you feel threatened."

"We don't care how different other countries act. Just as long as it doesn't hurt anyone." Gaz argued.

"See? If their ways are different then they are dangerous. It is best to stop them before they stop us." Zim smiled triumphantly, eating his soup.

Gaz just sat there in anger, eating her own meal. Not being able to finish, she huffed, "You're right."

As Gaz picked up her bowl to put it in the sink behind him, Zim chided, "Of course I'm right.."

He stopped as he felt a knife against his throat, Gaz pressing it dangerously close to kis jugular. Gir stared in shock, tears filling his eyes, "Gazzy?"

Zim blinked, "W-what is Gaz doing? Gaz?"

"You're right, Zim. And you're different. Dib's right. You are dangerous. I have to stop you..." Gaz said with no emotion in her voice.

"I am not! Zim is just as normal as you! I-I'm not even planning anything against Earth." Zim said quietly, trying to hide his fear. He nearly squeeked when he felt the serated blade dig in his skin.

Gaz lowered her head to his and pressed her mouth against his atennae.

"But you look different. You skin, Zim." She lifted the knife to his face, lightly tracing circles on his cheek, "It's telling me that you are different. It's stained green with evil, isn't it?"

Zim shivered in both pleasure and fear as her hot breath tickled his attenae, "No! It's green because... it just is."

"How do you like it Zim? How do you like being judged by being different? Something you do everyday."

"I never judged you, Gaz." He whispered.

"Bullshit. Why do I stick up for you to Dib when you do the same thing he does to you to everybody else? How do you like being on the other side?"

Zim was quiet, then swallowed and whispered, "It feels bad."

Gaz pulled away, placing the knife where she found it, "Welcome to Earth."

She turned around to see Zim glaring at her harshly. His cold eyes made her shiver.

"Earth? Then It is no different then Irk. Zim does know what it's like to be judged, Little Gaz. Even on my own planet, Zim was judged! I was too short, I was too unstable, I was too defected. Do you know why Zim was sent to Earth?"

Before Gaz could answer, he stood, kicking the chair, scaring Gir out of the room, "Zim was bannished! What? You thought Zim didn't know? I'm sure Tak told you!"

Gaz struggled with her words, "Why did you try to take over if you knew?"

"Because I wanted to go home! Zim thought if he could do just one thing right, taking over a very resourcful planet, the Tallest would grant me my old position." Zim huffed in anger and left the room. Gaz stood there, surprised and guilty. Just as she was about to leave he came back with a blueprint in his claws, shoving it in her hands. Gaz studied his next plan very carefully.

"This.. Is just a plan to dump baked beans on Dib and Tak..." Gaz whispered, surprised at the elaborate plan for such a simple prank. She knew he was working on something but never guessed it was so simple.

"Zim quit invading a while ago. I know Irk would never take Zim back, no matter how many planets Zim invades. Zim was alone there and Zim is alone here." Zim said quietly, more to himself than anything.

Gaz watched him, his eyes directed to the floor and his shoulders shaking with a sad rage. She did the only thing she could think of, "Would you like to spend christmas over at my house this year?"

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So pathetic, I know. I hate this chapter. I suck.