First Chapter!!. I do not own Zim and Co. J.V. And Nickelodeon do. ( ' ') w00t!!

( Author's note.) I try not to do those unless something needs to be edited, like bigtime.


Dib raised an eyebrow skeptically. "How'd you get that idea? You play too many video games!" He said smiling, trying to lighten his sister's mood. No avail. No duh.

Gaz stood up quickly. Over the years, her outfit hadn't changed much. The end of her purple hair had acquired black tips. Her arms now bore black and purple arm warmers that ended half way up her fingers. She let her violet hair grow down to her shoulders. And her body had formed perfectly for her sixteen year old body.

Dib himself hadn't changed much. Same outfit. But his black hair became tinted with a dark blue. His lean body had developed some muscles from running (chasing) after Zim for years, to a pleasant surprise to his female gym peers.

Gaz's purple lips frowned, then scowled at her brother's foolish words. " I wouldn't be wasting my breath talking to you if this wasn't important. We've never seen a picture of our mother before. If she died, how come we never go see a grave at the cemetery? Dib, we don't even know her name.It's obvious Dib." Her voice was soft and hard. Dib sighed and straitened his posture.

"Maybe it's Dad's way of moving on. There's nothing to be so concerned about Gaz." He said calmly. Gaz pinched the bridge of her nose and growled. She grabbed her messenger bag from the side of the couch and pulled out a tan file folder. Swiftly, she threw it across the room, Dib catching it in his outstretched hand. He looked at his curiously.

"It's a copy of Dad's private archives. It was made on the day you were born. Take a look." She said sternly. Dib sighed and opened up the file. His sister was serious, he realized. He would act equivalent. He gulped and began to read:

"Day 210 of pitridish children experiment: Day 210 of male child:

What a success! The experimental growth cell worked, according to my original hypothesis! The first child made and born out of a womb. Using two thirds human, and one third E.T. DNA, I have made a male child, in condition of a newborn. He shares my DNA, he's sure to succeed. His name is Dib Membrane. Tomorrow, I start on Gaz Membrane, his younger sister."

Dib gulped once more as he flipped to the next page. Gaz was sitting on the couch again, staring at him intently, urging him on. Knowing that she had won, she relaxed as her brother began again. With a sense of bitter triumph, she nodded as spoke.

"Day 420 of Pitri dish child experiment: Day 215 of female child:

Another wonderful day, if I say so myself. The experiment was another success! But one flaw has made itself visible. Purple hair. Hmm...It seems the E.T. gene is most dominant in this female. Oh well, I'll love her all the same. It's a good thing the human DNA is most dominant."

Dib stopped as his sister rose from her seat to the door. "Gaz, where are you going? I haven't finished!" He called. Gaz sighed and peeked out the dark curtain. She snatched the umbrella and her messenger bag.

"I'm going to get help." She said. Dib sighed and grabbed his trench coat and various gear.

"Where? To Zim?" He said jokingly. To his surprise, she just nodded and jetted out the door. He yelled after her. "Do we really need to do this now, Gaz?" He asked after her. Gaz stopped and turned toward her brother.

"Why must we wait?" She asked silently. The rain pelted against her purple umbrella, the rapid pit-pats filled the silence. Dib sighed.

"I want to talk to Dad about it Gaz. Give him a chance to..explain." He said pleadingly. Gaz scoffed. "What are you going to ask him? 'Oh, by the way Dad, we looked in your archives and found out that we were born in a dish.'" She walked toward the slab of a porch and closed her umbrella, the silver awning protecting the siblings. Dib just nodded and shrugged his shoulder.

Gaz pushed past him and stomped up the steps to her room.

"Tonight, Dib-stick!" (Not Dib-stink! That's for Zim!!) She yelled down the staircase. Dib just nodded and sighed as he sat back down on the couch. He un-muted the T.V. and continued to watch his marathon.

Professor Membrane made no noise as he teleported to his living room, the purple leather couch gleaming slightly from the light that had encased him. Looking at the black digital clock at the wall, satisfied that his children were probably asleep. He walked to the kitchen, too tired to bother turning on the lights.

He placed his black gloved hand around the mug and smelled the scent of the coffee. With a flash of light, he dropped the mug, and turned around.

Gaz sat atop the table top, her feet dangling off the edge. Dib sat next to her on a dining chair, staring at their Dad intently. The professor sighed and rubbed his hand through his jet black hair.

Gaz reached behind her and grabbed a file. She threw it at her father, who caught it in his gloved hand, like his son before him. He peeked in, and eyes looked wide.

. hope you liked it!