This one could have been posted sooner if it weren't for the fact I had to recopy it all onto fanfiction!

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Well, that was odd, Dib thought for a few minutes after Zim left to go to his lab. He didn't mean to promise he wouldn't spy on Zim in his lab, but their conversation caught him completely off guard.

Where was Zim trying to come from anyway? That question lingered in his head while he shifted off his spot on the couch to float in midair. Not that it was any less comfortable than sitting, it just seemed easier to do. Everything that was easy for a ghost was nearly the opposite for a human, and Dib had to undergo a huge change. He was surprised, however, at how easy it seemed for him to adapt to a ghost's abilities. Even his training partners that had been in training for a longer period of time seemed bewildered at how quickly he learned. It was different, because as a human he hardly had a talent with anything but smarts, and he was a little clumsy. Now he had a good advantage in his new form, good enough to do whatever he wants on Earth. That includes spying on Zim without being found out. It was almost as easy as breathing for him to just float invisible over Zim and his workings and fly back to the couch before Zim had time to lift a finger.

Even after thinking over possible plans, Dib knew he couldn't break his promise. He owed Zim for unexpectedly sticking to the earlier truce and helping him. Zim didn't even have to do it. It was nice...for Zim, at least.

Or maybe he hated that you didn't stay dead and is trying to get you out ASAP. an ugly thought in Dib's mind said.

Yeah...I think he said that...but hey, wait! Why do I sound so disappointed? Isn't it obvious he would still hate me? I mean duh, we were mortal enemies, Dib replied to his own thought.

You know why you're disappointed, said the other voice.

No I don't. What are you anyway?

Oh, I'm a black caterpillar that crawled into your head and can talk. No, genius! I'm your conscious.

I knew that...But if you're in my brain how do you know something I don't.

It's a conscious thing. That's how we're made. You should know THAT.

Suddenly Dib's long train of thought was interrupted by a high-pitched giggle.

"YOU'RE FLOATING!"

Dib looked down to see Gir out of nowhere pointing excitedly at him.

"Zim's robot-dog?" Dib raised an eyebrow, surprised that he didn't sense his appearance considering his ghost-maxed senses. He floated to the ground. He tried picking up the undisguised robot, but remembered as his hands went straight through the metal head.

"My name is Gir! You my peanut friend!" Gir exclaimed before curling into a ball and sucking his thumb.

"Gir? What is that supposed to mean?"

Gir giggled loudly. "I don't know."

"Ooook," Dib said. "Hey, by any chance do you know what Zim's up to?" He couldn't help his curiosity. And it wasn't wrong; he wasn't spying.

"Aww," Gir clasped his gray robotic hands together and smiled big. "You want me to give him a kiss for you, Mary?"

"What?" Dib's eyebrows shot up. "No, I just asked-"

"Why you not like my master?" Gir said, his antennas drooping in sudden disappointment, then grinning wildly again. "He loooves you!"

Dib glared irritably at the robot, shaking his head. "No, Gir. He hates me. We hate each other."

"Nu-uh!" Gir shook his head quickly. "When you was gone, he was all sad and ate muffins, and watched the Monkey Show aaall day."

"Huh?" Dib was immediately confused. "What are you talking a-"

"He also played with Gazzy all the time watching TV and looked at pictures of yous and him and..." Gir went on and on about a bunch of things he saw his master doing after Dib turned into a ghost.

When he was done, Dib just looked at him, not knowing whether he was making this up or not. "He did?" Dib finally said, not knowing what else to answer.

"It seems you kept your promise, Dib-worm." Dib snapped his head back to see Zim standing above the toilet. He had his hands wound together behind his back and his eyes were narrowed.

Dib held his breath. He didn't know what to think or say. The amount of time the alien was standing there was unknown, and he could have heard anything. Why was it that Dib didn't sense Zim either?

Zim walked into the room, glaring at his robot who was laying sprawled on the floor. He then looked at Dib who was biting his lip.

"Is something wrong, Dib-thing?" Zim asked, his antenna perked with what could be seen as concern, but Dib refused to believe it.

"Nothing..." he muttered half-heartedly. "Nothing at all." Dib blinked. "What...are you doing?" He was about to ask what he was doing but for some reason decided present-tense was a better way to go.

Zim's mouth formed a frown. "I was making sure you were not spying on me," he stated. "Even if we are under a truce, it doesn't make me trust you...Especially under your advantage."

Dib looked himself over, then he realized something. "Wait...you tried to remove my powers in that machine, didn't you?"

Zim narrowed one eye, completely confused. "Eh? What makes you think such a thing?"

"Don't play dumb, Zim!" Dib snapped. "It was Irken technology! I wouldn't know if you were lying to me about all that it does. I guess there's no reason for me to trust you, either." Dib turned his back to Zim, arms crossed.

Zim's eyes narrowed. "I honestly don't know what you're whining about, Dib," Zim claimed in a very sincere way that Dib almost believed him. "But aren't you supposed to be worrying more about how you're going to get your situation fixed?"

Dib glanced back at him. His glare softened, but he was too confused. "I just...need a second," he stated as he turned intangible and went straight through the front door. Even if someone did see him, it was obvious Zim didn't have any knowledgible neighbors...

"Rrrr..." Zim growled annoyed as Dib disappeared. "Humans and their feelings always getting hurt," Zim grumbled to himself...or whoever was listened. He noticed the robot at his feet. "Gir! Take that out of your mouth!"

Gir stared at his master before spitting out a square-ish machine.

Zim stuck his tongue out, disgusted at the puddle of drool he had left. At least he didn't damage it...

"I guess I will be working until Dib returns," Zim announced, then pointed a nagging finger at Gir. "I will not have you breaking my things anymore, Gir. I, ZIM, have a very important mission and will not allow YOU to ruin it!"

Zim returned a glance at the wet object on the floor and nearly gagged before tugging on his uniform collar and calling to the wirey ceiling. "COMPUTER!"

Dib stared at Zim's front yard, feet below his dangling black boots. He knew he couldn't go anywhere, seeing that it was night and he wasn't capable of spending a day away from Zim's house since he was bound to it. But as much as he hated that, the subject was at the bottom of his list right now.

He continued to swing his feet off the edge of the Irken Invader's dark pink roof. Dib still didn't know what to think. Was Zim lying about the machine that disguised him...and was Gir lying? If Gir was lying then Zim was most likely lying. If Zim was telling the truth then Gir could possibly be truthful too.

"No way, Zim," Dib mumbled to himself. "What could make me believe you really gave it all up and quit your mission because of me?" Dib shook his head, agitated. "But there's no way that's true, Dib. Gir is messed up, so how could I believe him? And why do I care so much?"

Dib finally decided his thoughts weren't helpful. He knew he should go back inside now, even though he just wanted a healthier area to be in. He started to let himself sink down the roof, but was surprised to feel something blocking him - his own hands.

What the...? Dib lifted his hands only to plop down on his butt. He stared at himself, astonished. How am I touching the roof? Dib pondered for a second.

He tried again to phase through the roof, and found it possible with a little more concentration. He stayed invisible as he found himself a nice corner by the couch and sat down like a human instead of hovering like he usually had been. It all seemed so strange.

I think Zim really is lying, and that machine is taking my powers away. But that's what we were aiming for anyway, so I would think this is good. Maybe I should test something else to make sure..., Dib thought.

Dib got up and reached for the doorknob, still invisible so Zim or Gir wouldn't spot him. He glanced around to make sure neither of them were around to see the door magically open, then he touched the doorknob with his pointy, pale fingers. Pleased, and enjoying the feel of being able to touch again, he twisted the knob and pulled the door open then closed again.

Minus one ghost issue, thought Dib. At least Zim won't have to open doors for me anymore - it's kinda weird.

Dib was just having a flashback at MacMeaties until something occurred to him. "I should tell Zim," he said aloud.

"There's potatoes in my salad!" Gir yelled from his perch on the arm of the couch.

Dib remembered he was still invisible, and turned visible again to talk to Gir.

"Gir! Do you know where Zim went?" he asked.

Gir stared back at Dib and pointed to the kitchen. "He went down in his lab!"

"Erm, thanks." Dib phased through the floor and down into Zim's labs. He hoped he wouldn't get lost down here; it had been a while since he last studied Zim's base. He remembered there were a bunch of different labs, hard to tell apart too.

Dib flew aimlessly through each one, searching for Zim and refreshing his memory on everything he used to spy on. He finally found Zim in the fourth lab. Dib quickly turned visible and let himself land with a thud on the floor, just because he had to hear that sound again.

Zim was tapping away on one of his computers, a strange square machine beeping by his arm, until his sensative antennas picked up the thud. Expecting it was Gir, he was surprised to hear a different voice.

"Zim," called Dib, and Zim heard footsteps come closer. Wait, footsteps?

"Don't come any closer," Zim growled, quickly dropping his suspicion. He turned to shoot a deadly glare at Dib.

Suddenly suspicious, Dib put his news aside for now. "What are you doing?" he asked curiosly, taking another step.

"Go away, Dib," Zim commanded. "I thought you promised to stay out of here!"

Dib suddenly felt a pang of guilt. He forgot about his promise. "I came here to tell you something, but now I can see I should have broken my promise earlier! What are you hiding, Zim?"

"None of your filthy business, Dib-weasel! Now GET OUT!"

Dib could see Zim's antenna twitch angrily. His eyes were narrowed as if he were a wolf about to spring at its enemy. His fists were clenching on his outstretched hands. Dib had never seen Zim so defensive; usually he was more crazy than angry. But Dib had never been afraid of him, and that hadn't changed.

"I won't leave unless you tell me what you're up to!" Dib snapped.

"Computer! Get rid of the Dib-ghost!" Zim ordered the ceiling.

"I...can't. He's a ghost," the mechanical voice replied.

Zim's balled fist twitched, irritated. "I want you OUT." He lashed one of his claws out at Dib.

Dib expected the impact to touch him this time, but instead was surprised to watch as Zim's hand went right through. Zim didn't look surprised (since he didn't know yet about what Dib just found out), only displeased.

"If only I could just touch you..."

"Come on Zim, why can't you just tell me? What about our truce, huh? You can't do this during a truce!"

Dib thought Zim was about to crack until he saw him turn around and shut his computer off. He also pressed a button to make his machine get transported away by a tube. Dib was confused at first, until Zim shot an unfriendly but not hostile look back at him.

"You may be able to get past solid things, but you can't get past Irken security." Zim said, sounding more calm. He walked away past Dib, not looking at him, but his glare was still hard. He left without saying another word.

Dib raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. He was a little bit confused. He thought, What got into him?

I hope I got the 'half-heartedly' part right...from what I get it means not completely focused or something along that line.

Yepp, writer's block is finally GONE! I might have a few holes to fill here and there, but I think I've got this story on the road of first ever to finish!

RxR (Wow, whoever reviews first will be my 100th reviewer! XD Thanks so much everyone for all your support through this story! So anyway, how about 104, just cause it sounds like a good number)