Gaz showed up in the kitchen long enough to satisfy the floating screen showing the age old video of her dad serving dinner before she holed herself in her room for the night. Dib only watched his strange sister, knowing that there was something wrong with her. For now, the screen was asking if he loves his father, the old yes/no buttons losing their color.

Meanwhile, Gaz paced around her room wondering when she was going to get her GS back. The need to play her new game was so great, her fingers twitched to possible fighting combos. She could easily play her old GS but she didn't want to touch that old dinosaur. No, she needed her new system.

Wait, she thought. Is it really the game I want? She stopped pacing, thinking about what she really wanted: another thrill with Zim. Her games always kept her entertained as a child, but after last night, Gaz realized that the adventures in her games could be out-shined by the technology Zim had. In all honesty, Gaz finally wanted a friend beyond her fellow gamers. Someone who took her out of her norm and thrust her into an adventure she could only play in her games.

It was then that she made up her mind. Glancing around her room, she prepared for her plan. Gaz stepped up to her closet and slipped on her black trench coat and black rain boots over her thin sneakers. She, then, pulled her black raincoat over her body and pulled up her hood.

"One more thing." She whispered as she walked to her purple dressers and jabbed a finger into a certain knot of wood that released a secret compartment containing her important items. Gaz counted out one hundred dollars and placed the rest back until a smiling face caught her eye.

Gaz lifted the picture from the compartment into better lighting. She smiled and grimaced at the old photo. Happy memories and sad moments filled the teen girl. Her mother was the most beautiful woman on earth but she rarely spoke. Instead, she sang. Her voice was always perfect even when she was sick. She could say the most simple word with a grace that not many could even dream of having.

Gaz wished that she had her mother's thin long ebony hair, but Gaz developed a quirk in her system due to the health concoction her father made her mother drink during her pregnancy. The drink turned Gaz's baby body into an unearthly strong being with the ability to use more than fifty percent of her brain which no one in earth history could brag about.

But the chemicals in the drink mangled with Gaz's DNA, changing her hair color to a rich purple and preventing unwanted fat and hairs to ever develop. The one thing Gaz did like about herself were her eyes that she got from her mother. Amber orbs always looked back at Gaz in photos and mirrors; orbs that always whispered, 'I'm always here for you, sweetie. I'll always be with you.'

But Gaz felt like she should have known what she was doing when she loved her mother as much as she did. The first signs of trouble first appeared when Gaz was born. Records showed that at the moment Gaz took her first breath, the hospital's power shut off killing patients in surgery and those on life support. The doctor, thankfully, had flashlights at hand but screamed when he saw the new child quietly floating in the air. The nurses finally covered the baby in a blanket and handed her to her mother when the power came back on.

Many times, when Gaz and Dib had pets, they all disappeared only to turn up in the oddest of places, dead by causes unknown not that anyone except Gaz really cared. She loved all the pets.

Her mother, saddened by the fact that her little girl kept losing her pets, held a play date. At first, Gaz was afraid of the other toddlers, but after a month of weekly dates, she warmed up to several of the children. Not long after Gaz began to care for her new friends did they catch a strange illness and all died without a chance to live their lives.

It was at the news of the deaths when Gaz began to piece together the fact that anyone she loved died. It was that fact that kept running through her head when her mother suddenly disappeared and never returned. Gaz's father and brother wouldn't talk to anyone after many months. Eventually, her father took down all the pictures with their mother and took all her belongings to somewhere unknown and began to work all the time. Dib didn't want to believe that their mother was dead, so he thought she was possibly abducted by aliens and began to investigate the supernatural.

Gaz, on the other hand, was able to sneak a single photo of her mother and cried every night that she was gone. Gaz was all alone and that was how she kept it. If she loved someone and showed it, she couldn't risk them leaving her as everyone else did. She loved Dib and her father, but she never showed it. As the years went by, Gaz trained herself to not care about anyone else and her brain to develop powers beyond any human's thoughts.

Gaz placed the picture back in the compartment and closed it. Gaz shouldn't be thinking about the past anymore; she had a mission to do.

"Security: Aware." Red lights turned on all over her room showing where her once stuffed animals sit, waiting for an intruder to enter the room.

Gaz smirked, turning on her stereo to keep Dib from thinking that she was being too quiet. Risking her brother catching her out of the house was something she couldn't allow. She slid the window open, feeling the cool damp night air wash over her, and jumped down, quietly and balanced. Being a superhuman had its handiness. With one look from her landing spot, she glanced at the house over her shoulder.

"I won't be long, brother." Her words softly swirled in the air marking where she was moments ago. A light trail of dust barely showed her path.

.*.*.

"Ooo! Master! You look so pretty and human in your new costume!" Gir squealed, hopping up and down in one spot in the living room.

Zim, undisguised, lightly glared at the robot. "Gir, I haven't even put them on yet."

Gir's eyes, then seemed distant. "Ohh... I knew-ed that!"

Zim rolled his eyes, gathered his new clothes, and went down to the lab to add a few holes for his Pak to fit through the human garb. Skoodge silently followed hoping to get the chance to ask about the night before.

When the smaller alien reached the lab, Zim was already planning out hole placements on his clothes with a familiar depressed aura. Feeling somewhat better that Zim was normal, Skoodge approached the working table with confidence. He saw the new clothes and liked the choices Zim made despite the lack of reason to suddenly want the new wardrobe.

"These are nice, Zim."

Zim quickly peeked over at the small alien. "They are."

Skoodge started to feel nervous about wanting to ask Zim the events of that morning and last night. "So... uh... They fit you, right?"

Zim continued working. "Of course."

"You... ah... like obviously like them since you bought them."

Zim merely nodded his head. His brain was still replaying the sharpness of Dib's curt reactions toward Zim.

"Zim... what happened last night?" Skoodge then covered his face with his arms, waiting for Zim to strike him.

After a while, when no blows came, Skoodge opened his eyes and lowered his arms to see Zim laying his upper body on the table crying, not caring that his tears were falling on his new clothes. The last time Zim had openly cried was years ago when his emotional Defect episodes caught him unprepared. Suddenly feeling sorry that he even had to pry, Skoodge walked up to the depressed alien and guided him to the sleeping corner, knowing that was soon as Zim is done, he'd want to sleep for the rest of the night. Zim slid along the wall to sit in a ball, his bright red eyes even brighter with his tears. Skoodge left him be and finished Zim's task for him. Among Zim's sobs, Skoodge heard him speak to himself.

"It was the best night I've had in so long. I've never felt so elated, even in the rain, unprotected. I had saved her earlier and when she came to help me... I couldn't feel more grateful. The first human to ever see me as something more than another being that happens to live on this planet." The tall alien slightly chuckled, but then sobbed even harder. "Her brother, though... I haven't done anything to him for years and he still treated me like a blood-thirsty monster. That's what I get to hoping."

Clothes all finished, Skoodge inched away feeling sorry for his friend and master. Being the shortest, next to Zim years ago, he never was appreciated. All the other Irkens didn't want to have anything to do with him besides the fact that he was brilliant with Invader skills. Not wanting to hear anymore of his friend's squeedlyspooch-wreaking weepings, he left for the main part of the base-house.

Gir and Mini-moose looked over at Skoodge coming up from the toilet from the couch. Gir munched on tacos that he got from somewhere and Mini-moose squeaked at the tiny alien.

Skoodge answered the moose minion. "I did ask, but he started crying." Mini-moose squeaked again. "I don't know what happened today or last night. All I know from listening to him cry to himself is that he met a human female who treated him as an equal and her brother being rude to him as usual."

Skoodge plopped down next to the robots, sighing. Mini-moose squeaked again. Realization struck Skoodge. "You're right! That Dib is the only human who ever treated Zim negative attention, so the girl must be his sister. But what was her name?"

The front door answered his question. Skoodge jumped at the sound of the knocking, Mini-moose turned to look at the door, and Gir hopped down from the sofa.

"I'll get it!" He happily cried as he leaped, imagining that he was in an action show, opening the door to reveal a dripping shadow in the doorway. "Hi! Who're you?"

The shadow shifted it's weight. "I... uh... I came to see Zim? I'm Gaz."

"Ok!" Gir nearly screamed. "You can come in!"

Gaz stepped into the house, sad to get out of the rain. "I wanted to see Zim. Is he here?"

Skoodge stared at the human in awe. She reminded him so much like an Irken female save the fact that she was part of a different race. "Uhh... he's down in the lab." He pointed to the kitchen. "You can go down through the hidden door near the trashcan."

One of her squinted eyes opened, allowing the alien to see her golden eye and a slight smile. "Thanks." With that, she left the living room.

"Bye, Scary Lady!" Gir shrieked, scaring the tiny alien out of his stupor.

.*.*.

The elevator going down toward the rest of the base was quiet as Gaz simply stood on the moving platform. Not that she didn't mind the silence, of course. The moment the platform slid to a halt, her amber eyes adjusted to the dim lab, wondering where the tall alien was.

She called for him and waited for a response, but several heartbeats later and nothing answered back. Almost wishing that she was back in the rain, Gaz walked around the base. The dims lights created dark corners and an eerie gloom that reminded her of her room. She almost smiled when she saw a pair of black boots peeking out from the shadows. As she got closer, the boots lead up to long black clad legs, a lean torso bearing a uniform tunic, and a sleeping head resting against the lab wall. Unable to resist, Gaz knelt beside the dormant alien and rested her hands on his shoulders.

He looks so peaceful and innocent while in this state, but she knew that the moment he wakes, his past will wear down on him. Her gaze looked up at the top of his head, studying long and thin black feelers occasionally twitching in reaction to his sleep. Guessing that they acted as ears, she leaned closer to him and took a slow deep breath with a devilish smirk.

"Wake up, you extraterrestrial idiot!"

Zim's carmine eyes opened as a small yelp escapes from his throat. Gaz hopped a few feet backward to get away from the disoriented alien, but wasn't far enough. Seeing him act like that brought memory of how he and Dib used to fight each other. His undisguised eyes shifted around the room to find the cause of his rude awakening. When he saw the intruder, he pounced upon her with a near feral glaze upon his eyes until he realized who was pinned beneath him. Her warmth seeped into his cold body as her hair fanned out beneath her head like a dark halo. Quickly, he brought himself away from such thoughts.

"It's nice to see you, human female." Gaz snorted as he brings himself to his feet. "It seems that you easily got past my minions. What can I do for you on this, a grim showery night?" He held out his hand in offering.

Gaz glared at the gloved hand and picked herself up, leaning most of her weight on one foot. "I've come to tell you that whatever Dib said to you yesterday wasn't your fault. He doesn't accept change very well and sometimes it annoys the crap out of me."

Zim's antenna perked up a little. "Are you apologizing on your brother's behalf?" Gaz choked on her own tongue. "Ah! You are. How sweet of you, but you needn't have done so. I knew that detail about your brother."

"Like I care." Gaz turned her head away from him and sighed. "In all honesty, I came to give you something I think you'd like." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a slight twitch from his eyes. Smirking, she began to walk away from him. "Of course, I don't have it on me. You're going to have to come along with me to get it."

Zim watched the human glide away from him until he came to his senses and followed her. He cleared his throat. "What is it that you'd be presenting to me, Gaz?"

Her eyes met his for a moment. "You'll see, won't you." She stepped closer to him and cocked her head to the side. "Unless you don't want to follow a 'filthy' human around."

A soft gloved talon grazed along her chin. "You are an exception to that demeaning term."

"Good." She, then stepped away from his reach and stepped onto the platform, arms crossed and waiting for him to get on.

Moments later, they stood next to each other in silence, but this time, Gaz didn't like it. As much as she would like to say anything, she doesn't know what to say. Zim, on the other hand, knew what he wanted to say, but was afraid to speak. That is, until Gaz accidentally brushed her hand against his when she uncrossed her arms. The simple touch inflamed the alien and consumed him in hope that all will be well ever since the Transmission.

Gently, yet quickly, he pulled Gaz to him, his organ twisting and turning in sweet agony. "I want to speak with you about last night."

Gaz raised an eyebrow at him. "What's there to say?"

"Everything... and nothing. I just... You've started something and I don't know how to stop it." He ran his hand through her royal colored hair. "No one has come to my aid without being forced to during my time here... until you came to me. I can't..." He paused, his sentence hung in the heavy air.

"Zim?" Gaz brought her hand to his green face, very nearly lost in his crimson orbs. "You can't do what?"

He leaned into her touch. "I can't stop thinking about you. You've given me hope that not all humans are as stupid as I first thought."

Gaz snorted and lowered her hand. "Actually, they are. My family is the only exception to humanity even though I swear that Dib is more stupid than all of humanity combined."

"You might have a point there, but I still have hope none-the-less. I also think that you might be able to help me with something."

"Help you? What would I be helping you with?" She tried to push herself away from his grasp so that she could see his entire face and not just his eyes that told her that he was hiding something, but he held onto her with a firm grip.

He leaned his face toward hers, whispering his next words. "All in due time, human." He placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and let her go. "Until then," he said with more volume. "I'll be attempting to see what more I can figure out about my new mission."

"You have a new mission? Since when?" Gaz huffed.

"Since yesterday morning. It was like a dream when I learned about it." Zim stated, confirming Gaz's thoughts of him hiding something.

"Well, I hope that I get to torture a few people when you do include me in your mission."

Zim chuckled. "I wouldn't stop you from doing that anyway. Unless... it was me. Otherwise, I'd have to try all that I could to stop you from sending me to your respected nightmare world."

"Who says you could be able to stop me? Haven't you heard of the phrase, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?" Gaz set her fists on her hips.

"I have, but I see no reason to fear you now. Not while I still have you in my base where all my greatest power resides."

Gaz stepped up to him on her tip-toes, gazing up at him. "Then I'll just have to get you out of here for you to truly fear me as you once did when we were little." A slight gulp from his throat signaled her victory.

The platform stopped and opened up to the kitchen allowing the two beings to briefly meet with the minions still sitting in the living room, watching brain rotting shows on the ridiculously large television screen.

.*.*.

Fury easily took it's course, but it hadn't shown up just yet. It'll come. Not now. Soon.

The two of them acted like friends while conversing with the defective robot, the near useless floating robot, and a short Irken. What had caused her to think of hanging around him? If only she knew of the things he was capable of doing, then she'd safe in her room and not standing within an arm's distance from him. She didn't know, though, does she? He must have done something to her to somehow convince her to bother being social.

She wasn't one to be social and yet, here she was, smiling more than ever. It was surprising, but highly unlikely if she were in her right state of mind. She was not, though. Anger boiled in his veins as he stormed away to plan and prepare for a confrontation with the alien scum. His sister depended on him to save her.

"I will save you, Gaz." Dib whispered into the heavy rainfall, sprinting away from the green house.