Whoot! I updated! xD

I had trouble getting to an unoccupied computer.

It was dark now, and the stars lit up the clear black sky. The moon was full and cast an eerie silver glow upon everything, making the five-foot snow turn into a sparkling blue.

It really was a beautiful night.

All was quiet, and the cold air seemed to refresh everyone it touched.

It was all and all a nice, peaceful, winter's night.

Inside an oddly green house, a certain robot had stopped crying. In fact, the computer had finally gotten annoyed with the little robot, and cleaned up the old TV and replaced it with a new one from the basement labs. It even fixed the walls so that the scratches and claw marks were gone.

How nice of the computer.

Gir sat on the couch, happily watching a Christmas special. In truth, he was watching Rudolph the red nosed reindeer.

Gir's circular eyes were transfixed, watching the screen with undivided attention. He didn't even notice Minimoose land beside him and fall asleep leaning on his side.

Gir was oblivious to the world, as always.

Now lets look downwards to where a certain Irken is slumped against the couch.

Zim was still asleep, his mouth hanging open a bit. His legs were sprawled, and his arms hung limply like noodles.

He had been 'out of it' for roughly ten hours. The day had passed, leaving another foot of snow on the ground. It was weird that the snow clouds cleared up fast enough for there to be a clear night, as it was.

The Milky Way was visible, its trail of bright light stretching through the sky. A small, cooling breeze made the 'I love Earth' flag wave a little. It also made one of the many icicles on the green-glowing house come loose, and it fell on the doormat and shattered to nothingness with a tickle that resembled the sound of broken glass.

It was this noise that brought Zim back to the world of the living. (1)

He slowly cracked open his eyes, the bright light of the new TV hurting them. For a split second, he thought that his outrage had been nothing but a dream. But when he attempted to sit up straighter, he was met by a sharp pain. He soon realized that it had not been a dream, and that it hurt to move.

Zim stayed there, staring vacantly at the new and unharmed TV.

"Computer…how long have I been sleeping?" Zim asked.

"About ten hours." The computer replied with a groan.

Zim grimaced as he looked out the dark window. "What time is it?"

"2:48AM." The computer answered.

Zim let out a sigh. So many thoughts and emotions were confusing him, but he felt a lot better now that he had finally snapped. It did lift a little bit off of his shoulders.

Then he remembered the Dib-human. Zim felt himself shiver. He couldn't remember much from his rage-fit, but he did remember one thing.

He had tried to kill the Dib.

And yet, the Dib-human hadn't taken advantage of Zim's weakness. Instead, he had thrown the soft blanket over him. And he vaguely recalled what he had said to, before he passed out.

'I want to help you, whether you like it or not.' He had said.

Zim's ruby eyes glazed over in his deep state of thought. What had he meant by that?

'I know that these new emotions are confusing you. I can help you sort them out. You know, like teach you how to deal with them.'

Zim bit his lower lip. His enemy, or his ex-enemy, had offered to help him?

Zim really didn't know what to make of this. But he did know one thing that was the same both on Irk and Earth.

If you accept help from the enemy, you're just plain stoooopid.

Zim's antennas twitched. Someone had told him that before. Who, though? The tallests never gave him advice. So it must have been someone on his level. He closed his eyes, thinking so hard that his forehead wrinkled.

"If you accept help from the enemy, you're just plain stoooopid." An annoyed, rather high-pitched voice chided.

A small purple-haze of a scenery started to come into view. 'I must be in an Irken ship of sorts.' Zim thought.

There were two shadows of Irkens in front of him. They seemed to be arguing.

"No, you CAN accept help if it benefits you!" the other Irken with the soft voice f rom before hissed.

And then his own voice rang out of the distant memory.

"He's right and wrong at the same time. I think that it's ok to accept help from the enemy IF it benefits you. But then again, they enemy MAY be setting a trap for you. It's just a risk that may turn out either way." Zim said.

He heard a sniff. "Yeah, I guess, but it's an unnecessary risk. You remember what we were told." The high-pitched voice replied.

Then Zim and the other Irken with the softer voice recited at the same time. "Invaders need no one, we know, you've made us remember a thousand times already."

Zim couldn't help but give a light chuckle as he opened his eyes.

The TV no longer hurt his ocular implants, and he soon realized that Gir had fallen asleep. Now the little robot was sucking on his metallic thumb and leaning against Minimoose, who was also in sleep mode.

Zim reached up, the pain somewhat bearable now, and grabbed the remote. He turned off the TV, grateful for the silence that followed.

Tomorrow, or rather when it got to be daylight, he'd think more about Dib's offer. But for now, he wanted more rest.

He stiffly stood up, climbing onto the couch with his assistances. He covered them and himself with the blanket before wrapping an arm around the two.

To him, him was just getting comfortable.

To anyone else (and you), it looked like he was hugging him.

Whichever it was, he fell back into the dreamless sleep once more.

(1) No, Zim never died, it means that he woke up.

I like this chapter a lot better than its predecessor.

Wow. That's the first time I ever used the word 'predecessor'. I feel smart now .

Dose anyone know where I can find information on 'The Trial'? I know it was never aired. Is there a script or audio or something out there? I really want to know where I can find whatever there is of this eppie.

Pilo