A/N: Hello. Third chapter here for you all! -will start writing the fourth and fifth- :3

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 (main): ZADR

Pairings: ZAGR, DAGR, ZAGR, DAGR, GAGR (any will be minor/one-sided)

Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. I'd would've continued the season and finished the darn series if I did. T-T Which obviously I don't at the lack of eppies. -goes to emo corner-

Warning: See first chapter. XD -laughs at the people hitting the back button- :3

Rating: T (R in later chapters :3)

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Dib blinked, his turn to be surprised.

"You knew then too?" he asked, staring at Zim as he felt his cheek throb slightly, narrowing his eyes at the Irken.

Zim nodded, replying haughtily, "Of course, Dib-stink. Zim always learns the newest information from this puny planet."

Scratching at his uninjured cheek, Dib moved over to one of the grimy sinks and grabbed some paper towel, running it under the cool water before placing it on his face. That earned a wince as the cooled water met the throbbing and hot skin.

"Tch, sure didn't show that when we were in Middle Skool." Dib sneered, spitting into the sink; the running water washed away the blood, deluding it first then swishing into the drain. Zim faultered for a moment, but soon regained his composure. Dib gave a sigh, turning to Zim. He knew they had to do something, but they couldn't manage it on their own. He was going to hate himself for this…

"Why are you looking at me like that…?" Zim asked taking a step back. His eyes widened suddenly, his Pak producing the four infamous spider legs as Zim was hoisted into the air. "You're not going to attack my mouth again, are you?!"

Dib flushed heavily, closing his eyes and sighing. "No, that was called a kiss, and it was an accident. One I won't repeat." He approached Zim, the Irken glaring down at him before lowering himself to the ground, mechanical legs retreating.

"So what is it that you're thinking?" Zim asked in a wary but curious manner.

The paranormalist hesitated, gazing around as if what he was about to say would have him smited--and it just might--before replying, "I think that we…we need to team up."

Instead of bursting into an evil and uncontrollable laughing spree, Zim's gaze narrowed at him as he replied, "Is the Dib-human okay? Have you the brain-worms?"

Dib waved it off with the hand that wasn't holding the towel to his face, "No, no. I'm serious. If the earth is destroyed, I'll be destroyed. If the earth is destroyed, you'll have nothing to try and conquer." Zim stared, getting a bit confused.

"So the Dib-worm wishes for Zim to continue his world conquer?"

Dib held his supposedly large head in his hand, giving a soft groan. "Not really…yes…no wait…ahhh…" Giving a growl, he moved forward to shake Zim by a shoulder roughly. "Will you help or not?!" His hand was slapped away roughly, Zim glaring at the human before him.

The Irken gave a maniacal grin; Dib could tell the other was enjoying himself as he panicked slightly. Before he could stop his voice from leaving his mouth, he said quietly, "Please, Zim…" before his hand slapped over his mouth, looking to the other a bit fearfully.

That did it.

The Irken threw his head back, laughing loudly and insanely, before smirking at Dib. "Hmhmhmhmhm….well, since you did say please so much like a filthy human bit of slime and all…" Dib winced, and it wasn't from his cheek this time. "We shall work together. But no more than that. I can't have any of these earth-piggies finding out we're on…decent terms. So…"

Before Dib could react, Zim reared his hand back and landed a solid punch to the other side of his face, Dib stumbling back and hitting the wall with a loud thud.

"Good-bye for now, Dib-stink." Zim cackled, strutting out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Struggling to his feet after that rather tough punch, he stumbled to the sink to look at his reflection. Bruises were already forming on his face and Dib sighed then winced. Even that hurt. Turning the water on full-blast, he placed a wad of paper towel under the stream before putting it on his face. This was going to be a long and difficult partnership.

Dib didn't like that one bit.