Okay, I have a problem for later chapters, ya know when they start to kill everyone… Is there anyone who likes Gaz enough to spare her from a gut wrenching death? Anyone?

And sorry Membrane fans (if there are any...), he's gonna die! Or be a play toy for GIR and MiniMoose. Whatever. It wont matter, because it'll be a horrible fate whatever I choose. I just don't like Membrane for some reason. I might spare him if anyone gives me a good enough reason to.

Although…I WOULD read a fanfic where it's ZaMr (Zim and Membrane romance). Hint, hint. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.

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He just sat down on his knees next to the teenage human. With a yawn he put his head where he was sure the human wouldn't feel pain, near his hip, and fell asleep. As always he started to dream of ruling the world. But this time, Dib was right there next to him…laughing just as evilly and hatefully as himself.

Hours later Dib groaned and slowly opened his eyes, noticing that the bright florescent lights had been turned down to a dim setting. Probably the Computer's sign of sleep mode, he reasoned. Almost at once he noticed that Zim was kneeling next to him and that his head was near Dib's hip, facing him. Without meaning to, he smirked. But that soon turned into a soft smile when he saw the bandages that were wrapped quite snuggly around his torso, looping over a shoulder. Deciding it'd be better that he didn't wake the short alien up; he closed his eyes and rested. Suddenly a loud banging was heard from top side, like pans hitting pans with some metallic childish squealing accompanied with some happy squeaking.

Dib shot up with a loud moan, making Zim's head roll down onto the boy's lap and he thought, 'I forgot all about GIR!' he bit his lip and glanced t down to Zim, his face contorting into a look of disbelief. Zim was still sleeping soundly, his breath even and slow.

"Crap…" he muttered and plugged his ears in an attempt to block out the annoying sound.

Zim's antennae twitched involuntarily and he cracked open a blood-red orb, using it to glare groggily at the boy. He then lifted his head from Dib's lap and sighed, gaining the Dib's attention.

"Oh, so now you're awake." Dib said loudly, quite annoyed with the alien.

"What is that racket?" Zim practically had to yell over the annoying clanging and giggling coming from the surface.

"I think its GIR and MiniMoose!" Dib yelled back.

Zim pulled at his antennae, "Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh! That GIR! MiniMoose was supposed to be a POSITIVE influence!!!" He screeched and scrambled to the elevator, hurriedly telling the Computer where he wanted to go. That woke the Computer from sleep mode and turned the bright lights up to turn back up, causing them to squint.

Dib then watched as Zim was lifted to the top floor and heard him run to the front room. He chuckled as he heard Zim yelling at GIR and MiniMoose, who in turn stopped the racket they were making and heard the two make a sound of objection, which was quickly interrupted with more yelling from Zim. With a sigh of relief he heard Zim return to the elevator.

The irate Irken stepped out of the elevator holding a mopey looking GIR and a rather displeased MiniMoose, who chose to trail close behind. GIR's face lifted and he jumped out of the Irken's grasp with a squeal of what can only be named as pure joy. The boy's eyes widened as GIR bounded onto his stomach and squeezed his mid section unmercifully, causing the boy to cry out in pain and clutch his stomach. Zim gasped when he saw the look of pain flash across Dib's features and the alien ran to pull the robot off the human. GIR had let go quickly when Zim told GIR he was hurting Dib. GIR, in turn, took to hugging Dib lightly and MiniMoose nudging him softly as a sign of affection.

They boy sighed happily in response to all the new found affection and cuddled them both softly. This was the most affection he had gotten since…well, since his mom…died. He shook his head roughly, no use in getting depressed now. At least, not in front of Zim so the alien can laugh at him. They gladly accepted the hug and snuggled down in his pale slender arms. Zim just gave the robots an odd look and sighed.

"Computer! Full diagnostic on the Human!" and the alien snapped his claws together.

"Yes Sir…" it said, "Processing! Processing! Complete…"

"So…" Zim asked, waving his hand in the air.

"Subject: Dib. Status: No internal bleeding indicated. A few deep scratches and medium bleeding, that should be controled by the guaze. Undernourished - 100 LBS. No brain malfunctions located. Subject deemed: Healthy, albeit a little underweight."

Zim tapped a gloved claw against his chin… "Underweight, eh? Only Dib can pull that off while the rest of the population is overweight." he chuckled slightly, but stopped short.

He sighed and turned around to stare through Dib, seeing him, yet not seeing him. What he saw was a smeet who doesn't even know about one fourth of the world around him. He smiled dazedly when he thought I wonder what it would be like if Irk didn't use hatcheries and instead the females gave birth… he suddenly shook his head free of the inane thought and watched Dib play with and coo at the two child-like robots.

"Dib-Slave!" Zim shouted, causing Dib to snap into attention. The boy gave Zim an amused grin.

"It's…Dib-SLAVE now, is it? What ever happened to Dib-Stink, Dib-Human, oh! And my personal fav: That Big-Headed Crazy Kid!" Dib sniggered.

Zim scowled and said "Do you WANT me to call you those things or will Slave do?" in a harsh tone.

Dib knitted his brow, "Geeze, touchy, touchy Zim." he waved an index finger in front of him and set it back down, " What's wrong with you?" he asked while lightly cradling GIR and petting MiniMoose. "It's not as if I know of your any embarrassing secrets or anything." Dib snorted, he really didn't.

"Squeeeeeaaaaak! Squeak, squeeeaaak." MiniMoose spoke up, finally. Hey, the little guy heard embarrassing and secrets. Why not?

"Really, MiniMoose?" Dib asked, slightly shocked. He bit his lip to keep from giggling, but it slipped through anyway.

The two started to have a mini conversation. Of course, Zim didn't know that they were talking about his secrets. MiniMoose can't help it, Dib had just said he didn't know any embarrassing secrets. And Mini liked the Dib, so, he gossiped away!!

Suddenly Zim looked slightly worried, but he hardened his face to a look of what can only be described as anger. No really, there was no other way to explain it. "What?! What is it!" he demanded. He hated to be left in the dark. He'd been left in the dark to many times to count. The Tallest, Tak and these filthy HYOOMANS. Never again.

Dib smirked and raised a brow, "Maid…outfit…?"

Zim glanced away. "Uh, I didn't catch that, say again?"

"Well" GIR sang, "Don'tcha 'member when I ates all yours EE-AEE-RRTH--" you can tell he picked up the pronunciation from Zim "--monies? You had ta get a job and all dat was open at da time was--mmphh!" Zim clamped a hand over the tin boy's mouth.

"Eh, hehhehhehheh…" Zim chuckled nervously, then hissed to GIR, "Damn it GIR! What on IRK was that about!!"

GIR mumbled and pointed to MiniMoose, who completely ignored Zim's death glare. The moose just blinked and looked away.

"So, care to elaborate?"

"Not so much, no." Zim leveled the human with a dry look.

GIR wrestled his way from Zim's hand, "AWWW, c'moooooon, Master! Tell me a STORY!" a moment of silence… "MONKEYS!" and he continued to scream on in this manner.

"Fine!!!! Just shut up you defective!" he wailed. After that, there was an awkward silence. That dreaded awkward silence…Noooo!

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Soo...maid outfit. Anyone like the idea? Just throwin' it out there, it MIGHT be a disguise. Ya know, later... I don't know, tell me if you like the idea or not. I am open to any ideas!

Any at all, just rattle some off for me, I might use 'em. And review. Please? Alright. If anyone reviews (which I hope you do.) can you put your fav. pastry down? (cakes, cookies,... brownies, ect. ect.) Don't ask. It's a secretive secret.