I bent over and put my hands on my knees. Looking up at Zim as I caught my breath, I noticed he was in the same position. "Zim, I can't do this anymore, I think we should call a tie..." My voice echoed my exhaustion.

"Even under most circumstances I would disagree, but I must say that Zim was thinking the same thing."

I got up from my position. "We'll make a compromise, you only have to build the room and I'll be your servant for one week instead of two."

We both walked up to each other and shook hands.

"Sounds good." He smiled

I mimicked his smile.

Lola walked up to us. "So you've settled on a tie then?"

"Yes!" We both answered in unison.

"Very well, my work here is done." She turned and disappeared.

"Now," I began, "I have an idea."

"Are you sure about this, I mean, it makes us stick out."

"That's the point!"

Zim sighed, fixing the collar of his new shirt.

I smiled, smoothing the front of my dress down. "We're a resistance now Zim, so does it really matter. We should be proud of who we are and what we stand for!" My dress was a vibrant crimson with the bottom half of the Irken logo on the chest. The collar was a dark purple, as well as the sleeves, which tucked into black elbow-length gloves. I also wore black boots which extended up to my knees.

Zim was clad in an also crimson shirt with our symbol on it and a black collar. The red sleeves of the shirt were tucked into his black gloves that went up just before his elbows. His tight onyx black pants were enfolded into his also jet black knee-high boots. He huffed and pulled at the collar of his shirt again. "Oh, well," He glanced at me and smirked, sending a shiver down my spine, "however..." He strode up to me, grinning widely.

I chuckled nervously. "Uh, do you need something?"

"Actually, yes! Zim would like a piece of your oh so special cake."

My eyes widened and I slapped my head with my palm. "Oh, slark! I forgot about that!" I spun around and sped down the hallway, Zim on my heels.

"You forgot?"

"Umm... kind of..."

He sighed behind me as we piled into the elevator.

It shot up to the surface and pushed us up though a hole in the floor. WE entered the living room and Gir, Lola, Cleo and Minuel sat on the couch watching TV.

I raced into the kitchen and found the cake sitting on the counter top beside the stove. Sighing as a warm chocolaty scent enveloped me, not a burnt one.

Zim came to stand beside me and took in a deep breath. "Wow, it smells incredible!"

I approached the counter where it sat and turned around. "Lola?"

Lola marched into the room and stood just in front of Zim. "Yes miss?"

"Did you take my cake out of the oven?"

"Yes I did! Is there a problem?"

"No, in fact, I'm glad you did!"

Lola smiled. "Thank you miss!" She spun around and marched out.

I looked up at Zim and smirked. "Who wants' cake?"

Zim smirked back and walked up to me. "Do you even have to ask?"

I turned around and opened the cupboard, pulling out two plates, two forks and a knife. Placing the plates close to the cake and the forks beside it, I used the knife to cut the first piece. I propped the pastry out of the pan, laying it on its side to look fancy. Turning around, I handed the plate and a fork to him.

He smiled and cut a chunk of the cake and put it into his mouth. His eyes widened as he swallowed.

"And?" I paused. "How is it?"

"You tell me!" He put another chunk on his fork and handed it to me.

I forked it into my mouth and MY eyes widened. I swallowed and looked at Zim.

"It's very good, no?" He grinned

I smiled back and handed him his fork, turning around to get a piece for myself. "So, here's my idea!"

"And what would that be?"

"We'll stay home the rest of the week and we go back to school next Monday with a whole new look!" I crossed my arms and beamed.

"What do you mean by 'new'?" Zim inquired.

"Like, we'll make you a holo-gram that looks more human and change up the hair style and clothing."

"Wouldn't that look odd if we came to school looking completely different?"

"That's what the weeks off for!"

"Ahhh..." He smirked.

I grinned. "We'll say you went away for a week to fix your 'skin condition' and I went on vacation far away!"

"Yesss... that could work. I've been meaning to change my disguise for awhile now." He paused. "But the thing is, Dib is going to see right though it!"

"You listens to him anyway?"

Zim shrugged. "Just thought I'd say."

"We still have to get revenge on him..."

"I'll just embarrass him in front of the school again."

"That's not good enough! He tried to kill you Zim! Have you forgotten that already?"

"Well, what else can we do? If we kill him, they'll only be suspicious of us, and we don't want that!"

I smirked. "Who said anything about killing him?" My voice was dark and low, causing Zim to quiver slightly from it.

"What do you mean?"

I paced towards him so there was minimal space between us. "Well, I predict that Dib will try it infiltrate the base some time at the end of this week. So I got to thinking... let' give him a taste of his own medicine."

"Such as?"

"The Dib-human will go missing for a night and return with cuts and bruises and no one will believe where he got them." I grinned deviously.

- (Six days later) -

I yawned as I leaned back in a chair, putting my hands behind my head.

"MELA!"

I screamed and fell to the ground. Collecting myself up off the floor I looked up to the door of the lab. "What?"

Zim was breathing heavily as he lent up against the frame. "He's here!"

I ran up to him as he led the way. "Where is he?"

"In the Main System's core!"

I grimaced and grabbed Zim's arm. "Hold on tight!"

He nodded and we disappeared, reappearing in front of the only exit to the core.

Dib was about to touch the download conduit when I yelled out. "HEY!"

He jumped and whipped around to face us.

I appeared in his face. "What are you doing here?"

His eyes flickered around the room, looking for some clue. "Uhh...What are YOU doing here?"

I smirked. "We're here, to capture you..." I advanced on him as he took a step back.

"Wha... What're you...? He was cut off as I threw a punch to his head. Dib stumbled and fell over from the impact, clutching the spot where I hit him.

I sighed bringing something out of my Pak. "Beating on you wasn't as fun as I thought it would be..."