A/N: Sorry! I forgot to introduce stuff in the first chapter! So I will do it now. This is a ZADR fic, though I don't know how much ZADR there will be. I am disclaiming! I do not own Invader Zim or related characters… I am not that smart. This is a non-profit fic, so I pretty much get nothing out of this besides wasting my time.

Dib watched after Zim quietly as they approached his base. The rain had lightened up a little, but it was still raining. Dib couldn't see Zim because the trench coat was now serving Zim as protection against the rain. Dib felt relieved when he saw Zim's base coming into view because he was beginning to feel a little numb.

As they walked up the walkway, the gnomes' lazer eyes powered up. Dib jumped back, making an alarmed sound. Zim stopped and turned. "Gnomes! Power down!" He barked, opening the front door. The whine of the lazers powering down was accompanied by the roboparents welcoming him home.

Zim pushed them aside and strode inside, immediately greeted by GIR latching into his head. "You're on fire!" GIR giggled, jumping off of Zim's head and looking over to Dib, giggling more. "You got tall!" he squealed, running over to the couch and flipping on the television.

Dib closed the door behind him slowly as the roboparents retreated back to their closets. Zim threw the coat aside and turned to Dib, a menacing look in his eyes. "I'm going o get fresh clothing… stay there and DO NOT go through my base, dib-monkey!" He growled, going over to the toilet and flushing himself.

Dib sighed lightly, setting his backpack by the front door and going over to the couch, taking a seat next to GIR. GIR blinked and looked over at Dib as he stretched out a little, looking as if he was ready to fall asleep. GIR jumped out of the way when Dib slung his legs onto the couch, taking up the entire stretch of the furniture piece.

GIR went over to him slowly, showing concentration unknown to be his, and slowly poked Dib's chest, noticing that he had in fact fallen asleep. GIR squealed quietly and jumped up to the end of the couch, sitting on the armrest. Zim emerged from the lower parts of his base after a few moments wearing his regular clothing. He threw the now dry clothes at Dib, not realizing that he was asleep.

"Take your FILTHY clothing, human! And dress yourself so I am not tempted to tear my eyes out with a SPORK!" he insulted loudly, his fists quivering in the air. GIR looked over to Zim and put a robotic finger to his mouth. "Ssssh… Master! He's sleeeeeeping!" GIR informed him, followed by a giggle as he rocked back and forth on the armrest.

Zim raised an eyebrow (A/N: Uh, if he has any) and approached the couch, eyeing Dib cautiously. It seemed he had fallen asleep. How DARE he sleep in the base of the All-mighty ZIM! He though angrily.

However, Zim did nothing. He only stood, (and after a while, sat), and watched Dib as he slept. While he had such spiteful thoughts as 'STUPID human! Why does he need so much SLEEP?', he knew deep down he was glad he was able to watch Dib sleep so peacefully.

One question was nagging at the back of his mind; why had Dib gone to such lengths to help him? The Irken who would one day conquer his entire PUNY planet! Of course, whether he was willing to admit it or not, Zim was grateful to Dib for helping him that afternoon.

Zim reached over and placed an unsure hand on Dib's arm, quickly drawing back. How cold he was! How could that have happened? He thought hard for a moment, and realized that it was because dib gave up his clothing for Zim, and has walked through the cold rain half naked.

Zim then placed that same hand on Dib's forehead, again drawing away, only to find that this time his forehead was quite hot! Zim figured that Dib had gotten a 'fever' – six years on Earth allowed him to learn many things about humans and their PUNY immune systems.

He stood, pacing about, trying to find something to bring the fever down, something to make the Dib healthy. He ordered GIR to find any blankets they had while Zim tried to remember human ways of becoming healthy. "Hmm… since his body is cold, he needs to be warmed… exercise and nutrients would bring the fever down, if he had any energy…"

He studied Dib closely, trying to find something to fix so he could become healthy faster. GIR zoomed back into the room with a huge pile of blankets, and Zim picked two out of the pile. He was about to place them over Dib when GIR interrupted. "Master! His pants are wet! They'll get the blankies wet, oh no!" he cried, munching on his hand in worry. Zim dropped the blankets, realizing that GIR was right, and the pants must be removed.

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dun un unnnn…! I shall leave it at that! I apologize for my short chapters, but I can only write short bits at a time! Until next time!

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