Warning! This story is going to be very long! If you cannot stand long stories then do not read. If you do not like stories about incompetent aliens that no one likes then do not read this. If you cannot stand reading about the imminent destruction of Earth and enemies having to unite to stop the greater threat then DO NOT READ!!!

Thank you, that is all…

Invader Zim- The End?

Chapter 24

Initiating data transfer…

There was a stir among the debris as his head rose. The sand around him kicked up as he flexed his fingers, making sure that everything was fully functional. He had to be sure that he was alright and that nothing had gone wrong. With the condition he was currently in, though, he couldn't be perfectly convinced. It was fairly hard to tell when something like this had happened.

Resorting memory files…

His mind came back to him in a large rush, sweeping memories in like a broom swept dust out the door.Furiously, he shook his head hard, desperately trying to avoid an ache in his cranium. Now that his memory was fully up he was able to remember where exactly he was located.

He had crashed onto the Bludgeon surface not too long ago. He'd been damaged incredibly and had passed out just after activating the healing function on his PAK. Another thing that jumped out at him once he retained his memories was one he never thought that he would be able to forget. The sight of that blood had been drilled into his head and, although most days he would have liked to see a dead human, he found that he had actually panicked about that one homosapien being so injured like that. It was then that he remembered the horrible thing that was beside him. Zim head spun around and he flew onto his stomach, glaring at the empty space beside him. Before he could process what he was thinking he yelled out: "Gaz!"

But, alas, the space that the female human had occupied was bare and he saw nothing but reddish sand when he looked. The wind was slowly kicking it up and having it flow over the smooth, flat land like waves on an ocean surface.

Zim struggled to his feet. There was a sharp pain in his side but his PAK immediately became aware of it. Sparks of blue electricity illuminated the area of pain and he felt healed in a matter of moments. The sparks of PAK life had kept him good and ready to go. Zim looked around, putting his hand up over his eyes to see in the glare of the sun that had come up close to the moving planet.

He gazed over the bare landscape. His ship was crashed and still smoking next to him. It was certain that the smoke would attract Bludgeons to the area. Zim was aware that he had to get out of there fast, or at least get a good disguise. That way he could buy parts that might actually work in his ship. If he couldn't find said parts then he would not be able to get off of the spinning ball of desert. Zim sighed; lowering his gloved hand he crossed the sand to the back of his wrecked ship. Hopefully he would still be able to get a good disguise.

The Irken took one more glance at the wasteland that he stood on. He looked down at the sand and kicked it up a bit. At present the thoughts of how the Dib-stink would react to not having a sister anymore. Zim wasn't exactly sure how Dib would react to such news but he knew that, no matter what, it wouldn't be a very good one. So, he took in the air that he needed and cupped his hands around his mouth. Then he called her name into the winds, hoping that she would hear him and come back. If she could that is.

"Gaz? Gaz-human?"

"Yeah?"

Zim whipped around so suddenly that he had to rub his sore neck from such a turn. Gaz stepped out from behind the ship. Her shirt was still torn, her pants pulled up high so that the pale skin below her knees was visible. Most likely she had been checking on the status of her newly healed body. Her hair was a mess but that wasn't much of a consolation, seeing as Zim didn't believe she really cared or not. The blood that had been all over her face looked to have been wiped off and was, now, no longer there. (LOL, duh) Gaz slowly stepped over to him. Zim was so relieved that she was still here. After all, he didn't much feel like dealing with an emotional enemy that he was forced to work with.

Suddenly, the scruff of his uniform lifted Zim high into the air. He clasped at that one spot and stared down at the culprit that had him within its grasp. Of course, it was Gaz. Her eyes seemed to blaze and infamous red. A red that Zim had heard so much about and even witnessed at one point last year. Gaz's hair seemed to be swaying upwards and around like tentacles yet there was naught a gust of wind left to even blow a grain of sand. Her mouth was tight, her teeth bared. Gaz looked so horrifying, she stood in a stance that explained, to Zim, the dire consequences that were to come for something that he had done.

"What the hell have you put on me?"

Zim struggled to breathe now. "W-what do you mean, Gaz-human?"

"I mean this!" She used her free hand to reach to her back, turning slightly. Gaz made it so that Zim was able to see the black and silver PAK that he had placed on her not too long ago. It was pretty transparent in fact of how she was not at all happy about the device being there. Gaz turned back to him, her eyes practically ablaze. "You've got one. So what is it? What did you put on me?"

"It's called a PAK."

"Why can I not take it off?"

"It's most likely merged to your body. How long…" he gasped. "You know… It may be better if I could breathe…"

Gaz frowned. She lessened her grip on the Irken's throat, allowing him to sink to the ground and catch his breath. Zim stayed on his hands and knees for some time, slowly breathing in an out in an effort to breathe properly. When he had caught all of the air that he felt that he needed Zim glared up at the human standing next to his ship. With such speed he threw himself onto her, pinning her against the side of the Voot Runner. Zim wasn't sure exactly how much time he would have to interrogate her before she became enraged so he took the most of the time that he had.

"How dare you handle Zim like that! You should be honored to be near him and yet you treat him as though he were your filthy earth-brother! Filthy Gaz-human! You, tiny girl, should be honored to be near such an amazing Irken such as I! But no! You decide to be difficult and be one of the most annoying creatures that I have ever met! You ignore Zim and you are so troublesome! Just thinking about losing you in this desert and having to deal with your brother afterwards makes my squeedly spooch freeze stiff! You horrible human!" Zim panted now. He had gotten out the anger that he wanted but, somehow, he felt as though he had more to let out. The Gaz-human hadn't moved yet and so he thought that this would be a good time to let the rest out. "You know Gaz-human. I could squish you right now. It wouldn't take all a lot of force. Just one shot and you would be gone. You're lucky that I don't, little human. You are very lucky that I haven't decided to kill you already! I could have killed you when you snuck onboard my ship but I didn't! I could have killed you when you and I were going to my base but I didn't! I could have left you to die under the crushing pressure of the oncoming ship when we were all back on that filthy ball of filth but I didn't! I could have even let you bleed to death! But I, once again, didn't! You're lucky to be alive, Gaz-human! Do not treat Zim like a simple food slave, or a foot cushion!!" Then he was panting again.

Gaz raised a brow. "Have you finished?"

"I think so."

"Good. Now's my turn." Gaz gripped Zim's shoulders, twisting his arms around. Then she threw herself away from the side of the Voot Runner and did a 180, Zim still in her clutches. Then she slammed her foot to the ground, digging it hard into the sand, and plowed Zim into the side of the ship like he had her. But she, unlike the Irken, pushed his head up to the side and held his antennas so that he couldn't move. "I should be honored to be near you? Don't make me laugh! You're nothing to honor, you're not even worth pity! And if I'm troublesome then you must be a sun's worth of problems. You're a problematic, little, idiot who can't do anything right, Zim! What makes you think that I would even feel remotely happy, let alone honored, to be close to you? If I had it my way I'd never enter within a two-mile radius of you! You're an annoying alien who can't shut up about anything and who brags way too much! You refer to yourself in the third person, which is just stupid, and you're always claiming to be so great! This being after you've been foiled at every turn by a kid who's considered to be crazy by most people where he lives! You're no one to be proud of being next to! It's just pathetic how you think such stupid things! You even fall under caring about what humans think. If you're such an amazing Invader, as you so claim to be, then you should have no trouble with dealing with the opinions of the creatures that you are going to destroy. Which brings me to the point where it seems like you actually care about humans. Why didn't you kill me in so many places and times? Huh? What held you back, Zim?"

"Zim does not have to answer to such stupid things! No one can hold and Irken Invader!" Zim struggled with his hands but found that they were bound by one of Gaz's hands. He tried to move his feet and kick her but she had one foot blocking him from making a move. Eventually he reverted to merely wriggling his antennas in annulment. This being the fact that he wasn't able to escape, he terminated his will to and frowned. "Ok… so maybe someone can… but that not fair, you've got something other humans don't have!"

"True or not, I stand by what I've said before."

There was a long moment of silence between the two. Gaz continued to hold Zim's hands and block his feet from moving. Zim continued to wriggle his antennas at the human. Every once and a while he would brush them against her face. In response, Gaz would brush them away by shaking her head. Each time Zim had attempted to make a break from her grip but each time Gaz held him in place and yanked on one of his antennas to cause him a bit of pain.

Gaz frowned and sighed 10 minutes after Zim's last escape trial. She slowly lessened her grip and released his antennas. Then she moved her foot away and, finally, Gaz released his hands. Zim, though surprised, took no interest in her. He started to rub at his sore wrists and move his feet up and down to check for anything wrong. But he was fine. Sore around the wrists but fine nevertheless.

One of his crimson eyes peered towards Gaz. She was turned the opposite way and wasn't looking at him. Zim could see that the female human had her arms crossed and her shoulders were nearing her ears. Her foot was tapping impatiently on the ground like she was thinking about something but wasn't able to pinpoint what it was exactly.

He took this time to his advantage.

Zim tackled Gaz.

"Never do that to an Invader of the Irken Armada!"

Gaz was knocked to the ground, Zim's body on top of her. She bared her teeth and lunged her fist at him, missing his face by mere millimeters. As redemption to her failed attack, Gaz pushed her knees upwards, simultaneously, and plowed them directly into the area between Zim's legs. Though there was meant to be a difference between Irkens and humans the males seemed to be relatively similar when it came to tender spots.

Zim's eyes went wide with surprise. He rolled off of her, clutching where she had kicked. Gaz could tell that he didn't like that at all. But, instead of really caring, she stood up and dusted the sand from her shirt. She frowned down at the Irken and then placed her hands over her chest, crossing them with slight agitation. "Now, you haven't answered the questions that I gave you before. I want to know what this thing that you've put on me is. I want to know why you put it on me. I want to know how to get it off. I want to know where we are right now. I want you know how long it'll take to fix the ship. And I want to know where that little robot of yours went after the crash."

The Irken coughed a second. He held his hand up to her, holding his lower abdomen and leaning on his knees. "All right. All right. I'll tell you all about your new PAK and how to get it off. Are you happy now?"

Gaz sat down next to Zim. Zim sat up and focused his eyes in the dim light as the planet moved past the sun and continued through space. Both he and Gaz started to shiver a little bit but, seeing as they were both too proud/mean to bother admitting it, they sucked it up and persisted. Gaz opened her mouth and said: "Ok, first few questions. First of all, what is this thing?" she signaled to her PAK. "Why'd you put it on me? And how do you get it off?"

"What Zim put on you is a standard-issue Irken utility pack. Or PAK, for short. This device is the only thing from killing you here on Bludge. Because, although the atmosphere may seem like Earth's air to you, it's lethal to most species. The entire landscape is bathed in a heavy dosage of toxins from a war years ago. This makes it impossible for anything other than Bludgeons and beings without adaptors to live here. So, the PAK is helping you breathe. That is one of the reasons Zim put it on you. The other is because you were seriously injured in the crash and Zim did not think that you would survive, with all that blood loss and everything."

Gaz raised a brow. "Why did you care?"

Zim shrugged. "Ok, anyways, to take it off all you really need to do it give it a good jerk and it should come out nicely. Simple."

"I've tried but it won't work." Gaz stood up and turned around. "You pull on it, I'll try and keep still." She pulled her hair up from her neck and from over top of the PAK.

Zim, though hesitant, stood to his feet and took hold of the edge of her PAK. He gripped it tightly and flexed his fingers a few before breathing in and out once. Twice. Thrice. Gaz urged him to get on with it. Zim the pulled hard on the PAK. He lunged it up and then pulled outwards, towards him and away from Gaz. But, the Pak wouldn't come out at first. So Zim tried again, this time pulling as hard as it would take for a normal PAK to come out, had it been in an Irken. This time it slid out of her back nicely. But there were three holes left behind. They didn't bleed though. Zim could look through them and actually see that the lining of the holes was covered with a shimmering metal. He raised a brow.

Then Gaz coughed up a globule of blood. It splattered to the ground in front of her and she glared at him after turning around. Her hands were covered in blood and she had crimson life pouring from her ears. Then Gaz's nose began to seep. She didn't pay attention, however, no. She just stared at Zim. When she opened her mouth to speak to him the Irken stepped back as blood poured from her again. Gaz was bleeding all over, losing more and more blood, becoming paler and paler, if that was even possible.

"Zim, what's going on? I thought that you said that all I had to do was take it out. Why am I bleeding so furiously all of a sudden? What's happening to me, Zim?"

Zim's eyes went wide. "Gaz! Quickly! How long have you had the PAK on?"

"I…I don't know. Maybe an hour or two. Why? What's that got to do with anything?"

"It has everything to do with anything, Gaz-human!" Zim grabbed her shoulder and spun her around quickly. He pushed her purple hair out of the way and slapped the PAK back onto her. There was a clicking sound as the tentacles and wires from the PAK seeped in the holes and connected to her internal systems. Zim growled and slapped his head. "You've had it on too long, human. The PAK had installed an internal clock in you already. Now, if you try to take it out, after ten minutes, you will die. No matter what you do. Now there's no way to take it out!"

Gaz frowned. She turned back to Zim and sat down, pulling him to the ground as well. "There's nothing that we can do then. Let's move on to the other questions that I have left for you to answer me." Zim was surprised at how well she was able to handle the news like that but he went along with it anyways. "Now I want to know where we are. You said that Bludge was in a different position than it was supposed to be."

"Yes. But without the tracking system in the Voot Runner I won't be able to pinpoint our direct location."

"Ok, that brings me to my next question then. I want to know how long it'll take to fix the ship. How long will it take you to fix it enough so that we can contact someone, or fly?" Gaz crossed her arms. She wasn't mad so much as she was cold. As the planet moved farther and farther from the sun she found herself shivering more and more. The affect was the same on Zim. Gaz could see that the Irken was shivering violently, but he didn't pay any attention, as stubborn as he was.

"I can't predict a specific time. It could take days or weeks. Essentially, it depends on what kind of equipment that the Bludgeons have at their disposal here. Plus, I'll need proper tools and monies to buy the things that we need. If I had to make a rough estimate then I'd say maybe a week to contact someone and two weeks to get it flying again."

Gaz rolled her eyes and tucked her neck close to her knees as they folded up to her body. "Great," she said less than enthusiastically. "That's just what I need. Two weeks on a desert planet with a bunch of aliens and no batteries for my game." She sighed. "Ok, what about that robot thing?"

"What about him?"

"Well he just walked off. I assume that he has programming to collect food in times like this? Or was he just being himself and sneaking off to get lost?"

"You'd be more right with the second one."

Gaz sighed again. "Great…"

Zim, too, had started to try and warm up. The temperature was dropping so rapidly and they were just two beings on an alien planet as it went through the stars. Zim stood to his feet, shaking all over. He held his hand out to Gaz. When he saw that she was shivering too much to take it he leaned down and helped her to her feet. Then Zim crossed to the cockpit of his ship, which had, somehow, stayed relatively intact. He helped Gaz inside and then climbed in himself.

"W-what are you d-doing?" Gaz asked between heavy puffs of breath.

"Trying to keep us from freezing to death…" Zim closed the hatch and pressed a button on the panel. The entire ship's inside lit up a dull red, slowly increasing to a bright orange as heat ran through it.

The computer let down a large piece of Irken fabric, sort of like a blanket, and placed it over both Zim's and Gaz's shoulders. The blanket didn't cover them entirely, being so far apart. Seeing this the computer ejected two robotic arms on either side of them; one on Zim's side; one on Gaz's side. Then the two were pushed together by the arms. Gaz bumped into Zim, both of them still shivering with the cold. Each tried to move away but the arms stayed put, knowing that they wouldn't warm up fast enough if they didn't exchange body heat. So the ship didn't allow them to move apart from one another, much like they wanted to.

Zim frowned. "When the planet passes by another sun we'll go outside and get a Bludgeon disguise. Then we'll try to make it to the capital. I have reason to believe that we're relatively close to it."

"What makes you say that?"

Zim pointed out of the window to a sign that read: Bludgeon planet capital—200 parsez… No aliens welcome… Seriously…

Gaz let her lip stick out a little bit. "I guess that would let you know…"

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Brooke: Kay, got this one done. After this one I have to write about who Kai is and how he became a ship, what's going on in the Bludgeon capital after Zim and Gaz get there, and where the hell Gir is. OK, reviews to check up on.

Impmon: Geez, we have a lot today… First review comes from IWasTheTurkey

Brooke: OK, here's your Gaz and Zim chapter. And you weren't being whiney, after all, unless your red or made of grapes then you're not wine and this is a wine free zone. That means no one is capable of being whiney. Ha!

Jack: Next we've got CrazyMonkeyFox

Brooke: Sorry I didn't do mixed A and B. But the B selection is coming soon so you just gotta hold on! Hold on for your life!!

Fiendmon: Now we have a review from Do-Not-Eat2000

Brooke: Glad you liked the Membrane part. I thought that it needed work but I'm glad you liked it. So here's your Zim and Gaz chapter. Enjoy! … Or at least I hope you enjoyed… LOL.

Batty: Now it's from The Illustrious Crackpot

Brooke: I thought you might like that part.

Zim: Now we have one from the creature known as ShadowShapeshifterAndHerCat.

Brooke: Here's your Zim and Gaz chapter. And I know that the world loves Gir. That's why another Gir chapter is coming up soon. Actually it's a Gir an Idu chapter but you get the point.

J5 (Number Johnny Five- new character): Dlbn reviews Empty Brook's story, film at 11.

Brooke: LOL, it was Zim and Gaz.

Gir: Summersword Axepaw! They want to dance like a monkey wiff me!

Brooke: Last one, whew. Wrote about Zim and Gaz. And I'm definitely going to write more. But I'll probably update faster than usual because I'll have to be studying a lot and so I want to get this done before I forget.