Okay, I'm back with another chapter. This one has more Tak, less science, I promise. Enjoy this chapter, and don't forget to send reviews. I need some bloody reviews! Don't make me drag my carcass to your house and beg you on hands and knees for your input. 'Cause I'll do it! I'm just off my nut crazy enough to do it, mate. Anyhow, I don't own Invader Zim. If I did, I'd be Jhonen, and I'm just not that cool. Read away, and enjoy.

CHAPTER TWO: A NEW WORLD

"What do you mean, I'm a fictional character?!" Tak screamed angrily. Ashton, Ana and I backed up to the wall, not to provoke her wrath any more than we already had. "Huh? Do I look fictional? What is this? You kidnap me, drag me into this laboratory, shove tubes down my throat, strip me naked and presume to tell me I'm a fictional character?!"

"She's been going on like this for five minutes now." Ana whispered in my ear. I cleared my throat. Tak became quiet, but glowered at me with all the anger of the furies.

"Tak," I said calmly. "What I'm saying is, that in our dimension, you are a fictional character on a cartoon called 'Invader Zim'. In your dimension, you have a life, feelings, enemies, and all of that, just as we do in ours. I'm not saying you're really only fictional, because, well, here you are. But to us, in this world, you are an animated character. Well, until now. We brought you into our dimension. Understand?"

"I'm no idiot, you know." Tak remarked bitterly. "I understand physics and interdimensional travel, so don't talk down to me like a smeet. I understand the situation, alright, but...wait a minute! Invader Zim?! Zim?! The show was called Invader ZIM?! How did he get a show?! Zim's the biggest idiot in the Irken empire! He couldn't conquer a can of soda with a death ray! What exactly was I on this show of Zim's?" Ana looked at me with a "we're screwed" face.

"Um," Ana began. "You were kind of, sort of...only in one episode." Correction: screwed royally. Tak shook with anger, her hands clinched in fists, her teeth bared.

"Whaaaaat?!" She screeched. "Only...one...aaahhhhh!"

"But," Ana said, defensively. "It was a really great episode, and you were...are like, my favorite character. They were gonna bring you back in a later episode, but the show got cancelled and stuff." Isn't Ana great? Now another correction: srewed royally in a Porta-Toilet with no Charmin. Tak flipped over the metal gurney. Ashton tried to lunge for her, but Tak lept out of the way, and Ashton ended up falling over the upset gurney and knocking over a rack of test tubes. Tak hopped over the gurney, and stomped up to me. Intimidating, yes, but it's well and truly hard to be afraid of someone who stands chest high on you, and is wearing a white sheet.

"What have you done to me?" Tak growled. "Send me back now." I grinned nervously and mumbled something under my breath.

"What was that?" Tak asked.

"We, uh, we can't." If looks could kill, I would be disemboweled and fed to jackals right now. "We kind of brought you through by accident, and, well, sending you back is...not an option." I thought at that moment that she would explode in anger, killing all three of us, and burn down the city. Instead, to my surprise, she fell to her knees and looked around.

"I'm...I'm stuck here?" She asked no one in particular. "I'm..." She began crying into her hands. Ana knelt beside her, and put an arm around her small frame. I stood in silence, suddenly shamed by the result of my work. Ashton stood, dusting himself off, and looked on sternly. What had I done? I, too knelt beside Tak.

"Tak," I said softly. "I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I..." I sighed, looking at Ana. "Tak, consider yourself a guest, an honorable guest. You are welcome to our facilities. I know that it doesn't quite make up for everything, but if you need anything, just say it, and we'll do our best." Tak looked up at me.

"I want to see the show."

Three hours later, Tak and Ana sat in front of Ana's computer monitor, watching Invader Zim, Tak's eyes filled with emotion. I stood, watching from across the room, still semi-stunned from the entirety of the situation. Remember, Alexander Grahm Bell's first words over the telephone were "What hath God wrought?". Remember that Alexander the Great wept on the day he realized he had it all, and there was nothing left to conquer. I felt like changing my name to Alexander. Ashton joined me, drinking a Mountain Dew.

"What are we going to do about this?" He asked.

"We're not going to do a damned thing about it." I replied coldly.

"We need to call someone."

"It was a mistake. No one is to know. She has feelings, you know. She's a sentient being with feelings and a soul. What are others going to do? Strap her to a sodding table and cut her open like a rat? Lock her in a cage naked and humiliate her with tests and anal probes?" I saw that Ashton's head had dropped sadly, and he realized what a phone call could really mean. "Results be damned, Ashton." I said. "I won't let that happen. If it had been a six foot purple snapping turtle, I wouldn't have a problem, but do you want to tell her a bunch of scientists are coming to take off the top of her head, just to have a peek inside?"

"So, what is the plan then, Doctor?" We were interrupted by a burst of laughter from Tak and Ana.

"Zim is a complete moron!" Tak laughed. "Mutant vemin? That was his plan this time?" She burst into laughter again. I smiled and looked at Ashton. He was smiling as well as he turned toward me.

"Nothing." He said, nodding his head in agreement. "Nothing at all." He turned and walked off. I joined Tak and Ana at the computer.

"So Tak, enjoying our world yet?" She turned, a small smile on her face.

"Aside from the fan writings that have me made out to be a cheap harlot, I guess it's not so bad, but I've only seen the inside of this lab so far." She replied. "And Ana is kind of a good companion...for a human."

"Touche, Tak." Ana said, smiling.

"Doctor...Drake, was it?" Tak asked.

"Yes?"

"Would it be possible for me to see...you know, the rest of the world?" Oh bollocks. How to answer that question. She was a green skinned, purple eyed alien invader from a cartoon that had a huge cult following. She would stick out like a sore thumb, and be recognized by every uber Invader Zim fan, goth kid, and Nickelodeon junkie in the whole city.

"I don't see why not." Welcome to the internal workings of my brain. "But, you'll need a disguise. Ana, Zim is your favorite show, so this is your area of expertise."

"Can you still generate a holographic disguise?" Ana asked instantly. Brilliant. I need her around every time I bring a cartoon character into our dimension. Note to self...

"I suppose I can." Tak replied. She hopped off of the chair, and turned a tiny knob on the small metal tube implanted in her head. Tak seemed to fade into static-like lines, and before our eyes, she transformed into the likeness of a thirteen year old girl with dark blue hair and pale skin. Some would have been amazed at the sight of such a thing. After what I had experienced in the past few hours, I don't think a winged, flying pink potato would've shocked me too much.

"Ni-hice." Ana said, surfer-like. "Just like the show. There's only one problem." She pointed at Tak's body. Tak looked down, and realized she was still wearing the sheet.

"Um," I said. Your boots are still wearable. We kind of had to cut the other clothing off of you when you were dying and all. We'll get you some more clothes when we go out. Until then, I think we have some scrubs that might just fit."

"Those were my Irken issue clothes, you know." Tak said coldly.

"It's okay," Ana said. "We'll get you some better clothes. And we'll get them at the greatest store in all of our dimension." It's sometimes better not to ask.

A few minutes later, Tak was dressed in a set of light purple scrubs that actually fit her nicely. And they said XS sized scrubs were a waste of money. She wore her knee-high buckle boots, and it took some arguing to get her to wear them under the pants, as to not attract unwanted attention. To complete the disguise, I pinned a temporary security tag onto her lapel, similar to the ones we all wore in the lab.

"Ashton!" I shouted. Ashton came running from the break room, working on another Mountain Dew. "Come on, we're all going out." I grabbed the keys to the lab's own private vehicle, and led the group toward the exit.

"We're taking...it?" Ana asked dryly. Tak looked at us both questioningly.

"What?" Tak asked. "What is it?" I smiled at my own private joke.

"To the Batmobile!" I said proudly.

The "Batmobile" was a black 1998 plymouth voyager with "Institute for Theoretical Physics Research" on the front doors in white letters, an Albert Einstein bobblehead on the dashboard, and a bumpersticker which read "I like pi". Yes, it was a real lady getter. I slid open the rear door, allowing Tak and Ana to cimb in. I got in the driver's seat, and Ashton climbed in the front beside me. I started the minivan's engine, and put on my seatbelt.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I said, adjusting the rearview mirror. "Please make sure seatbelts are securely fastened, ans traytables are in their upright positions."

"Jesus, this isn't the Batmobile!" Ana said. "And don't do that thing you do." Do it? Okay.

"Ready for some fun, Tak?" I asked.

"God, let me drive." Ashton muttered.

"Don't do it." Ana warned.

"Let's have fun." Tak said, smiling evily. I floored the accelerator, and the van shot forward amid the squealing of tires. I hit the shallow runoff dip hard, bouncing the van and its passengers violently. I sped between two poles, with inches to spare, and onto the graveled half of the parking area. I rounded the main building going fifty, nearly turning the voyager completely sideways on the gravel. Tak lauged maniacally, while Ashton gripped his seat fearfully, and Ana shouted obscenities from the back seat. Laughing at the old Batmobile routine, I turned onto the road, and headed toward the city.

Now, wasn't this chapter better? I'm a man of my word afterall. I hope I'm not slaughtering IZ too much with this. After all, it's just the ravings of a mad scientist addicted to Invader Zim and Monster Assault energy drinks. Oh, and science, the paranormal, the X-Files, and good Tom Selleck movies (Quigley rocks! If you haven't seen it, do so!) But anywho, Please review so that I know my work isn't total garbage.