Gir came running into the kitchen, flailing and screaming in excitement, "The Tallests are coming! Mastah, The Tallests are coming!"

Both Zim and Dib, sitting at the table, looked at Gir with a shocked expression. They were both stunned, which confused Gir. Wasn't that was Zim always wanted from them, to see him succeed at something? They looked to each other, whispering for a moment.

"Mastah? Marry?" He looked between then as the pair turned back to him.

Zim slowly stood to his feet, making his way slowly towards the small robot. If the robot had a heart, it would be racing right now. Gir took a step back as his superior approached, shooting him a questioning look. What was he doing? Why was he getting so close? Was something wrong? He looked scared...

He felt himself lift off the ground, three fingers wrapping around his small torso. What was going on? "Mastah?" He called out again, looking at the Irken who was refusing to male contact with him.

He was carried to the door, and Gir started to struggle, "What's wrong mastah?" He knew something was off and he didn't like where this was going.

"We don't want them finding me." Zim said with a stoic voice, tossing him out the door. Gir bounced on the ground, front-flipping and landing on his head.

The little Irken assistant watched in horror, upside down, as Zim shut and locked the door. He just stayed there despite the small tinge of pain from his antennae being bent. It was nothing compared to what his systems were simulating. What was this? Pain? His instinct was telling him to get inside, and at first he tried to follow it.

"Mastah! Let Gir inside!" He pounded on the door, black oily tears leaking from his blue glass eyes, "Mary! Mastah!" His small body shook as he grew weak, but still pressed on.

This went on for hours, people walking past, some occasionally stopping and watching for a bit. Some knew Gir, feeling bad, and slowly, a pile of muffins and wrapped up tacos formed on the sidewalk. Others just avoided the scene, choosing to walk to the other side of the street to avoid the poor frantic machine. The sun went up, then down, the moon shining in full glory and stars sparkling in the night sky.

"W-what did Gir to wrong...?" Gir whimpered weakly, turning around and slumping down to the pavement step below, "I don't u-understand..." He hugged his knees, arms dented up from hitting the door.

Wiping his eyes clear of tears, he slowly got to his feet, spotting the pile of food. A small smile made its way to his face, at least someone seemed to care. All of it was small enough to fit in his head compartment, so naturally, he shoved it all inside, careful to keep the food from smashing. Making his way down the empty night streets, he thought about what he should do now. Most Sir units would automatically explode upon their masters rejection, but he was different.

He had a choice.

And he chose to live another day.

Many more days, actually. Gir spent several weeks roaming the city. Sure, he could have easily left for space, but he enjoyed human life. He wanted a new partner honestly, someone who actually appreciated him for who he was, and enjoyed the simple things in life, like tacos!

Eventually, he found her. Sitting on a street side with a small jar near her labeled "Food" she was clearly poor, her clothes tattered and torn. She didn't have shoes, but a small electric blue anklet wrapped around her ankle, red and purple beads on each loose end of the string. Her jeans, torn on the knees and up the legs, had a faded galaxy pattern to them. They had obviously been worn a while, all the crystal stars had fallen off and the blue from the jeans was starting to show through.

Her shirt was black, sleeveless, and had a few holes in the stomach area. It showed where her naval was pierced, a small gemstone reflecting the light on her torso. Her tank top said "Keep calm eat muffins!" With an image of a horse, broken up from the tears, eating a muffin. It was all pretty faded, but you could make out that the text was a yellow, and the pony had a blonde mane and a purple toned body. On her arms she had thin, teared gloves, like something you'd find at a cheap Halloween store. Her left arm's glove was striped white and black, fingerless, and it went up to her upper forearm. The other accessory was a black fishnet that only went to her elbow. There was also a small black wristband on that one under the fishnet, but it seemed almost attached to her skin, and had an Irken word. It was so faded that it was nearly illegible though.

Her hair was a faded electric blue, her natural purple tones starting to shine through, and she had a grey beanie to hide the top part of her head. It was fairly straight, but curled towards the ends. It covered her left eye for some reason in a sidesweep fashion, while the revealed eye was a bright amber. She reminded Gir of an older, happier Gaz, as she seemed quite bright despite her circumstances. A smile was visible on her face as she sang a familiar tune that Gir remembered hearing on the radio.

Gir pulled a taco from his head compartment, deciding he wanted to try to communicate with her. She seemed nice enough from a distance, and her skin-and-bones weight told him that she'd be more than willing to share a meal with him. The robot made his way towards the girl, smiling up at her.

"Haii!" He shouted, flailing his free hand in an attempt to wave. She was much taller than him, so he was nervous that she wouldn't notice him.

Thankfully, she did, cutting off her song. The small crowd around her departed, a few dropping small coins into the food jar.

"Hi there, little one!" She smiled at him, having a bright, cheerful sound to her voice.

Gir looked at the taco in his hand, then at her, holding it up to the girl, "Do ya wanna eat lunch with meh?" Her eye lit up at the sight of the food, nodding quickly and taking the small meal from his hand.

"Thanks," She pulled the wrapper back, stomach growling in anticipation as the scent filled her nostrils, "So what's your name, little guy?" She took a bight, a slight moan of contempt escaping her lips.

The tiny robot was bubbling with joy as he pulled a muffin from his head, settling himself down beside her, "Gir!" He took a bite, saying something that only few could understand, "Smo whuts smchur narme?"

The girl laughed at Gir, then shrugged a bit, "Nobody knows. They call me 'The Lost Girl,' since I seem so happy." She quickly finished her food, sighing happily to finally have a meal.

"The lost girl?" Gir questioned, he'd heard something similar before. What was it..."You mean like..." Aha! "You mean like 'The Lost Boys?'"

Her head bobbed a bit as he looked up at the sky, "Yeah. Like the story Peter Pan, I'm a lost girl."

"What's a 'Peter Pan?'" Gir had never heard of that much, he was curious. He knew that humans had these 'fairy-tales' that they told children, but he'd never heard one himself, since Zim hated them with a passion.

Amber eye met the blue glass eyes of Gir with surprise, "You've never heard the story of Peter Pan?" He shook his head, and she leaned forward slightly, knees raised slightly. She rested her arms on her knees, one dangling off, one holding her chin as she just stared at him for a minute, "Let me tell you then, once upon a time..."

The two sat there for hours after her story, talking about everything from other stories to what happened today. The sun was far gone by time they took a pause, sprinkles of rain being what causes them to stop.

The lost girl looked at the sky, sighing a bit and standing up, "Oh fun, rain..."

"Ah!" He squeaked as a drop hit his head, shaking it off like a dog. He knew he'd need to find refugee soon, as he would rust in water.

His friend seemed to realize this, quickly grabbing him up and diving into an alleyway as it began to pour down above them. Gir sighed in relief, looking back at where they just were. The concrete was already damp with water, small puddles building up. He felt himself he set back on the ground, and watched as his friend sat alongside him. She brought her knees to her chest, resting her head on them and wrapping her arms around her legs.

Gir sat next to her, and they just stayed there in silence for a while. The only noises around them were the occasional car and the constant patter of the pouring rain not far away from them.

"So...You were abandoned by this 'Zim?'" She turned her head to face him as she spoke, a look of remorse in her eyes.

Gir nodded, "Yeah, they said they didn't wanna be found..." He sighed a bit, looking at her, "It feels weird to be away from mastah for so long."

"Hey..." She smiled at him sadly, "Maybe I could be your new master?" He perked up, liking the idea of this, "After all, we know each other's story now...We're both a couple lost kids, looking for Peter Pan."

Gir nodded, looking out at the rain, thinking about everything she'd told him earlier. She had no family, she assumed they'd left her as a kid. All she had was an anklet from them and her wristband to give her any clues. Neither said much though, so she simply lived on, hoping one day she'd find out who her family was.

"Yeah." He finally spoke, "You can be my mastah." He smiled some, scooting a little closer to her. She yawned and buries her face into her knees.

"Good night, Gir." She mumbled, feeling tired from everything that had happened today.

The small unit leaned against her, setting himself into energy-saving mode, which was the closest thing he had to sleeping.

So friggin cute ahh I love their friendship so much. I absolutely love her already, and I hope you guys like our little "Lost Girl" too.

Please review, it motivates me to write these things.

-Mixceny