Author's Note: I know the "continuation of the episode 'Abducted'" has been done before, but I had my own twist.

Fusion

"I'm setting the coordinates for our next specimen—the Earth weasel."

The ominous baby-disguised ship hovered over another suburban home, where two children stood watching with a strange—but perhaps experienced—calmness. A beam of light cast from the "infant" engulfed one of the children, and he dissipated, followed by the light. The other child, his younger sister, paid a glance to the happening before nonchalantly heading back to the house. Whether or not she was the least bit concerned for his fate, she was sure he would return by nightfall.

"What—Where am I?" Dib's eyes darted around the bridge of the ship before regarding his bizarre captor.

"You are now my prisoner," the blue-eyed alien pointed a sinister claw at the boy. "You're a fine specimen of the rare scythe-haired big-headed Earth weasel."

"My head's not—Wait, what?" Dib wondered if he had heard correctly, but a gesture by the alien to the large screen on the wall confirmed that he had.

"Earth weasel?" Dib blinked at the words on the screen, and then looked back at his abductor. "I'm not a weasel; I'm human!"

"Foolish Earthling!" The alien again gestured to the screen. "This is a human!" On cue, a picture of a very familiar Irken was displayed.

"That's Zim!" Dib exclaimed, "He's no human—He's not even from Earth!"

"Stupid weasel," the alien shook his head. "Look at his neck."

"I'm not a weasel!"

"Of course you are," Blue-Eyes again signaled to the monitor, and a video began to play.

Dib was walking down the sidewalk, when Zim jumped out of the bushes and landed in front of him.

"Dib!" He pointed dramatically at the boy. "Zim, in all his genius, has figured out why your head is so big!"

"My head is not—"

"You're a weasel!" Zim announced. "What irony. All this time you were the one pretending to be human, while Zim was the real human!"

"Zim was just being stupid!" Dib said crossly. "I'm human, he's Irken, and—hold on, how did you get that on tape?"

"Silence!" Blue commanded. "The experiments shall soon begin!" Ignoring the look of horror that crossed the child's face, he walked to the other side of the ship bridge and peered into the conjoining corridor.

"Son! Get in here and help me with fusin' this here weasel!"

"I'm busy, Pa!"

"You're just drinkin' juice!"

"Well, I deserve a juice break!"

"Get in here or you don't get no more juice!"

Grumbling, a second alien of the same species as Blue emerged from a neighboring room and joined him. This one had green eyes and clutched a juice box in his fist. He caught sight of Dib as he entered the bridge.

"Aww, just lookit 'im!" Green cooed. "'Ees a cute little weasel, ain't 'ee?"

"Wotcha think we should fuse him to?" Blue rubbed his hands together eagerly.

"Juice!" Green screeched excitedly.

"No, no, no!" Blue shouted. "You always want to fuse everything to my juice! You keep doing that and we'll run out of juice! And then how will you feel, huh?"

"Well then we'll just get more! You just want all the juice to yourself!"

"No, I just don't want it wasted and—hey!" Blue suddenly noticed that their "specimen" was now missing from the room.

"'Ees a ghost weasel, Pa!" Green grabbed his father's shoulders frantically. "Now look whatcha done! Our ship's haunted and it's all because of you!"

"'Ee ain't no ghost! 'Ees escaping! After 'im!"

In a room down the hall, Dib panicked at hearing that his captors had discovered his absence. He continued his escape, passing from room to room by choosing random doorways. He was thankful that the two aliens did not have the sense to lock him out of most of the ship, or for that matter restrain him in the first place. Finally, he came across a large deck on the southwest wing; filled with a staggering number of glass specimen tanks—empty specimen tanks (this did not surprise Dib). But it was then that he spotted one tank nearby that was not vacant. Cautiously he approached to have a look at the unhappy creature inside. A white blob, with various small items stuck to its body, huddled in the bottom of the vial, sobbing. Placing a hand on the glass, Dib softly said, "Hello?"

A little startled, the little guy looked up at Dib with shiny, sad eyes.

"That leads to the escape pods," he pointed with one of his nubby appendages to a vent Dib had not noticed before. "Nice of you to stop by," the blob added bitterly, and again placed his face in his nubs.

"Who are you?" Dib asked. The blob looked back up at him as if surprised that he was still standing there.

"Oh, I'm the only specimen unable to escape," he said tearfully, and then looked down at himself, "after what they did to me."

"What did they do to you?" Dib asked in horrified concern.

"What they do to all specimens—fusion," the blob looked back at him. "For most specimens, they just fuse them once, with masking tape. But they've done it to me so many times, I guess somewhere along the line they had some 'spark of brilliance' and managed to make me into this."

Dib knelt down and leaned in closer. "What are you really?"

"I…I don't know what I am now," he looked Dib up and down, "but I think I was once…like you."

Dib's eyes widened. "You're…human?"

The blob gave him a sad smile. "Yes. It's been so long…I can't believe I forgot it was called that…Human."

Intrigued with the creature's plight, Dib found one more question for him.

"Do you remember what your name is?"

The blob smiled again, finding solace in his reverie. "…Louie."