A/N: I'm on a roll, I can't help that I wanna keep writing. x3 But. Nobody has reviewed yet. ;-; Oh well. If I keep writing, people will eventually come to read.

...Right? o.O"

Summery: When a large problem is proposed to Dib, he has no other choice but to rely on Zim for help. Even though reluctantly the two team up, everything goes wrong and the twosome must take flight and go back to Irk. Zim doesn't mind, but Dib is being thrust into a whole different world. How the heck was he going to survive this adventure?

Pairing: ZimxDib

Pairings(to decide): ZimxGir, DibxGir, DibxGaz, ZimxGaz (Very minor, if any)

Disclaimer: -looks around then sighs- Still don't own it. ;-;

Warning: -pokes first chapter- XD

Rating: T (R in later chapters)

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Thank God Dib ran faster than Gaz could dress and hunt him down. He reached the skool shortly, panting and out of breath as he stumbled up the steps, arriving very early. In hi-skool, Dib usually found a place to sit in the cafeteria, away from most people. Today however, the cafeteria was full of people, as they all waited for classes to start. They didn't for another hour and a half.

It must have been Pizza day.

Giving an almighty sigh, Dib prepared himself for moving to a nice, quiet table in the back, through a not so nice crowd of cliques. Moving forward, he edged around the Jocks, watching his feet and the space around him so as not to get tripped. Making it pass, he could smell the strong perfume of the Cheerleaders table, as they sat around, there heads bent low as they giggled and whispered. Dib made the mistake of stopping to gaze at them, and simultaneously they looked up, sneering and glaring at him. Out of a natural habit, he pulled his collar of his jacket up a little more around his face, flushing slightly moving forward.

Only to trip over a "misplaced" foot, landing on the ground with a loud thud. A lot of students turned to watch, snickering or laughing. Giving a quite, nervous laugh Dib scrambled to his feet before pulling his collar around his face a little more, moving off carefully. He didn't' trip over anyone else's feet.

Dib passed by the nerds with there test tubes and when he stopped again to look, was shooed off by a girl with brown hair speaking rapidly and fluently in pig-latin. Giving her a skeptical look, he moved on.

Passing several more tables, he had to say that the oddest one pertained to a bunch of teenage girls gathered around piles of books and DVDs, while some spoke fluent Japanese, other watching and wishing aloud at how they wanted to do that too. Dib glanced at a shorter girl, with short blonde hair, dark green eyes, and glasses, and asked what that was all about. She glanced up, face flushing slightly as she put a hand over her mouth to try and compose herself. However she failed, before giggling madly and muttering about how cute he was. Dib blushed, scratching at the back of his head. Calming down, she explained happily that her and her friends were having a mini anime convention. It's what they did once a month on Pizza day.

Turning away, as the other girl roamed back to her "pack" he heard one of the girls say something in Japanese, before another translated quietly, before they all giggled and squealed, gazing past Dib, then to Dib again. Dib gazed forward as well, only to wish he hadn't.

They were squealing at Zim. Who was sitting at the only unoccupied table of the entire lunchroom. He looked to be brooding quietly, paying no mind to anyone else around him.

Damn him…

He had been forced to sit by/near Zim before but…

Double damn him…

Reluctantly he took a step forward, and he heard whispered encouragement from the others behind him. Bristling slightly in embarrassment, he took another step, before his feet and muscles fell into the pattern of walking, sitting, placing his bag down, then glaring at Zim. Still the Irken paid no mind and Dib gave a sigh. Looking away, he stared across the lunchroom, before glancing back at Zim.

Odd. He hadn't said anything yet. Inadvertently his thoughts traveled to the wig he was wearing. It wasn't that hideous elvis-style wig he had worn so religiously during middle-skool. It looked more natural. The color was a dark brown/black that was pin-straight falling in his eyes. If he had ears, he could very well tuck the pieces behind them. Occationally, the wig would twitch, indicating that Zim was getting uncomfortable with it already, and his antennas were wishing for release.

The subject of his hair led the other to begin thinking about the general appearence of Zim. Obviously when he came into hi-skool, he shot up just like any one else was supposed to, weather Zim thought he would or not was another issue. The Irken was about 6'5" threatening to rival Dib in height while in his disguse. The antenna added about six inches to his hight when standing errect. Only naturally he grew out of his Irken uniform, and had to find some other clothing before his Tallest could send him a new one. Right now he was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt, a solid red cotton button-up with short sleeves over it. To match the overall red of the outfit, he had found a pair of dark red tripp pants that jingled quietly now and again as chains clinked against the various bits of metal. And black shoes, the grey laces tied loose enough to slip on and off easily, tucked under the thick tounges. His Pak was still there as always, but the pink-ish bits on it were now a deep red to match most of his clothing, the base of his Pak no longer grey but pure white.

A loud bit of giggling pulled Dib out of his train of thoughts, as he looked over to the table of girls. They all waved, giggling loudly as they glanced between Zim and Dib. Dib could feel the heat creeping up his neck, as he realised that for the past ten minuets he had been staring at Zim. Probably looking rather brain-dead too. Scrubbing at his cheek--first one then the other--he tried willing the heat to go away, and after another five minuets or so it obliged quite reluctantly. Giving a low growl, Dib scooched closer to Zim. Zim finally glanced over at Dib, and making a disgusted sound, he scooched over a bit more, towards the end of the table.

"Hello, Zim." Dib said icily.

"Dib-stink." the Irken replied, smirking. Neither spoke a moment more, just glaring at each other, which was interrupted now and again by quiet giggling.

Dib spoke first, "So, Zim why are you so quiet today, hmm?" His voice was accusing, as he moved closer to inspect him better.

"Tch, as if that is your business." he sneered. Giving an irritated look, Zim moved a bit farther to the edge of the table.

"Oh but it is!" Dib smirked. "I'm always on to you Zim, you can never hide anything from me. I'll always find out. No matter how hard you try to keep it from me, you'll never win! So what is it now Zim? Having more of your kind come to your aid? Finally figured out something that would accutally work?!" For the last time, Dib moved close, much closer than the last two, glaring and smirking at Zim. "Well?"

For the last time, Zim scowled as he moved, "Nonscence, I need no help to have this planet and you licking my shoes!" He then muttered once more, "If there's anything left of course..."

Uh-oh.

Gravity wasn't on Zim's side, as he pretty much fell off the edge of his seat, his arms flailing and reaching to grab onto whatever he could to keep himself upright. Which happened to be the front of Dib's trenchcoat.

Naturally the invisible force took no pity on either boy, as they both crashed to the ground, Dib landing on top of Zim in a tangled and painful state.

'Gah...can't breathe! I'm gonna kill Zim, I fell so hard I lost my breath!' Dib thought to himself, eyes screwed shut. He could feel a sort of wet warmth on his lips and wondered dully if he had split his or something.

There was a sudden loud squeal, and loud gasps accompanying insane giggling. Then the worst words to come out of a girl's mouth.

"OH MY GOD CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! THEY ACCTUALLY KISSED I KNEW IT!!"

The world crashed around Dib. Eyes snapping open, they bore down into dark brown ones just as wide.

And. Their. Lips. Were. Touching.

Oh my God.

Violently, Zim pushed Dib off to the side as he rolled away. Shaking himself off, he made to get up, before a strong grip made itself clear that he was staying on the ground and was going to be dragged violently by the collar of his coat. And he was. Zim dragged the human teen off across the cafeteria, a furious look on his face as a hoard of--what Dib now liked to think of--fangirls and boys followed closely behind. Dib was shoved roughly into the men's bathroom, before the door was locked.

He looked up, catching a glimps of Zim; his face was red and he looked very very angry. Shit.

And then all he saw was a green fist making contact with the side of his face, Dib stumbling back into the wall. The enraged Irken advanced on Dib, and even though the other was taller he shrunk slightly under the feirce gaze. Even with the contacts in, the dark red of his natural eyes shone through with his anger. Without saying anything, Zim made to punch Dib again.

"Zim wait! There's going to be a world-wide nuclear war!!" he cried out, turning his head away. This seemed to be enough for Zim to stop, getting distracted. Letting Dib go, he backed off a step, tilting his head and watching the human a moment more.

"So..." he began carefully, "You knew about this stupidity too?"

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A/N: Quick author's note. That blonde? That was me. X3 Now those of you reading this, which of you will freely admit you were hanging around and watching Zim and Dib, hoping something would happen? Truthfull reviews get you cookies and ZADR smut. :3 -waves fan comics and cookies temptingly- 8D