A/N: I know I'm getting facts wrong, despite researching and asking old people (Yes, it is normal for me to go around old people and ask them random questions). Well, I tried. At least the story's picking up. Forgive me for jumping the story a few months. I tried hard with this chapter to make it more drescriptive. Most of the italics are song lyrics from a band or radio.

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Tak smiled as Dib spun her, dancing to the beat of Frenesi. Pulling her in, Dib took in every detail of her beauty. Her blue hair was curled and pinned, courtesy of Gaz that morning. Her white silk dress suit fit her figure perfectly. Tak didn't care for the extravagance of most of the earthly wedding dresses, so she found one that fit her liking. Dib kissed her red lips, smiling when the small veil tickled his forehead. Not wanting a big ceremony, especially since membrane was in France working with scientists, they decided just to go to the coirthouse and let the judge marry them. Only Gaz, the Sir units, and Zim as he demanded to be best man, were present. After they said their I do's' they went Ballonnement (french for bloat) to celebrate at the lounge they often went to.

It had been decorated earlier with lights and hanging vines by the staff. Tak laughed and pulled Dib's hand, "I'm starting to get tired."

Dib agreed as she led them to a table, "Yeah, I'm getting winded too."

As Tak sat, she looked at the rest sitting there. She gently smiled and said to Mimi, "You look darling in your flower girl dress. Even if you did choose the cat disguise over the child one."

"Yeah, she's cute, but did you have to make me wear this?" Gaz frowned, motioning to the pink dress and lace frills Tak had chosen for her.

"But you're the maid of honor! I had to choose something perfect for the occasion, " Tak smiled vicously, "Besides, I told you i would get you back for the bean incident."

Gaz sighed and crossed her arms, "...Fine. You win."

Zim, eating a peice of cake, muffled through his mouthful, "You don't look that bad, just... very pink."

"Slow down on the cake, Zim. We still need a peice for next year." Dib scowled.

Zim paused, swallowing his mouth full, "You want to eat this after a year? Wouldn't it go bad?"

Gaz explained, leaning towards him, "It's a tradition. Like throwing rice."

Zim nodded and laughed, "Yes, Earth traditions. I think exploding bird's stomachs with rice is Zim's favorite."

"Yeah... that was kinda neat." Gaz giggled.

Dib gave the two a look before muttering, "You two really are perfect together."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Gaz said mockingly.

"It is for humanity." Tak laughed at Dib's response.

Zim was ready to offer Gir the rest of his cake and noticed He and Mimi were on the dance floor, dancing to the band.

"I don't want to set the world on fire

I just want to start a flame in your heart"

"Sickeningly cute, isn't it?" Gaz asked, noticing what he was looking at.

Zim smirked as Dib and Tak followed suit, feeling renewed, "Yes. Almost as sick as your dress."

"Hey, I was forced into this dress, "Gaz sniffed indignitly, "At least I'm not wearing a red sweater over a black suit in the spring."

"I like this sweater. It is very Zimmy." He said, pulling at the sleev a bit, "And only Zim make it look this good... just as only you can make that dress look that good."

Gaz felt her heart flutter. Okay, he didn't say he liked her, just that she made a hideous dress less hideous, but it was something. Frowning, Gaz felt depression sink in as she realised once more she had fallen for Zim.

"What's wrong?" Zim asked.

"All this music is starting to make my head hurt." She replied.

Zim considered this and stood, "Then we must leave. Besides, all this gushy scenery is making Zim sick as well."

"Where are we going to go? Dib and Tak will be going home soon, and i wouldn't want to be there for the wedded bliss at the moment."

"Easy. My base..." Zim looked at her for a moment and thought. He had the same feeling he had that christmas eve, only it felt stronger. She wasn't just beautifuly physically, there was beauty in her manner, in her dark presence. As he thought, he asked, "Have you ever seen Irk?"

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Gaz smiled slightly as she stared at a red planet surrounded by smog from Zim's fancy telescope. Dib had one, but it never showed all these planets, "So that's your home?"

"Was." Zim nodded as he sat behind her, getting a good view of her backside.

"What is it like?" Gaz asked earnestly.

Zim stared at her as she looked at the planet, "It was...home."

When she looked at him, he tried to think of a more descriptive answer, "The air was always think. Humid. And it smelled wonderful. Sweet. There were alot of snack stands around, that's why. It was humid, but never hot if you can imagine that. It was never hot on Irk. It was never cold either. And it never got dark."

Gaz looked at him, curiously. Standing straighter, she asked, "What do you mean it was never dark? Didn't you have night?"

"No. We had three suns. It never got dark. My people don't sleep much, so it helps. We work a lot more too. Tough. You had to be tough to live on Irk." Zim sighed morosely.

"You miss it, don't you?" Gaz asked, sitting on the floor beside Zim.

"To be honest?" Zim asked as the ceiling became a screen showing the stars and planets, "Not as much as I want to."

"You want to miss it?"

"I don't want to feel like a traiter." Zim answered.

Gaz leaned back, "but they betrayed you. If anything, you should be wanting to hate that planet."

Zim smiled softly, "It's hard to understand... Look, there's Vortia!"

Gaz looked to where he was pointing. He leaned closer to her, pointing out stars and planets to her, watching her take in the universe she never knew. Zim inhaled, savoring her pefume. It was hard to explain. But he didn't mind trying with her. He felt he could tell her everything. She would listen.

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Dib held the car door open for Tak and watched her go to the door, "Wait! I'm supposed to carry you over the threshold!"

Tak turned back and looked at him, "Dib, we cut the cate threw rice, threw the boquet (i'm sorry your sister caught it) and the garter. I don't think I can do another tradition. Besides, I just want to go to bed."

"But..." Dib started to protest.

"I just want to go to bed..." Tak repeated, watching as he got her hint.

Smilling, Dib nodded, "Alright. Just let me get the mail."

Tak sauntered through the door, "I'll be waiting."

Dib blushed as he watched her walk in. It has been an enventful day. One he would always cherish. Sighing, he went to the mailbox, flipping through the mail to see if his father sent anything. One peice caught his interest. Tearing open the envelope, he stared at the most dreaded peice of paper.

'ORDER TO REPORT FOR INDUCTION'

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Yep, Dib's been drafted. Sorry for the crappy quality.