Hey ZADR fans! I have wanted to make a fic for these two for a while and so here it is! Ok well all I need to say is well I'm making Zim seem a little emo so…that's all! I love you all and I hope you enjoy!

Rating: T

Pairing: Zim x Dib (Of course!)

Warnings: …don't like don't read

I do not own Invader Zim because if I did ZADR would be the main theme!

R&R PLEASE!!!

Rain

So sorry for the way late update! I'll update really really soon i PROMISE!!!

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Zim was tired, broken, defeated, and betrayed. The tallest had told him days ago that he was no longer needed, or wanted, in the Irkin empire. When sim had heard this his mind spun painfully and nothing seemed real at the moment. At first he thought it was a joke...a sick joke, but it wasn't, every contact he had in the empire refused his calls, his pleas, but were ignored as though he was nothing more then filthy trash that they could dispose of whenever they felt like it...and that's when it hit him...he was.

...They didn't need him, they never needed him, no one had ever needed or even wanted him since the day he was born.

The mission was a fake, just a sick ploy to keep him away from his own people. What had he done wrong? He didn't know. Mission impending doom 1 was his fault and he knew it but still...It was foolish to think anyone could ever care about him; he was hardly even acknowledged until he came to the filthy death-planet known as earth, and even then only one of the filthy worm-babies acknowledged him and his "almighty" existence, Dib.

The filthy human was always a thorn in his side, the one he wished to destroy more then anything, and he had come so close so many times, but...ugh! He didn't need to think about him, he's nothing, no one...just like him, no that wasn't true, he had a family people who cared about his existence. Secretly he wished he had the humans life, his family, his ambition...but now Zim had nothing, nothing at all to keep him going.

He hadn't eaten or slept in days, though Gir protested as he screeched as loud as he possibly could. He didn't feel like it, he didn't feel like eating, sleeping, or quite frankly even existing anymore; it didn't matter now, he was abandoned by his own people, the people that he though cared for him, and now he only had one thing that kept him going.

Dib.

It seemed pointless to fight anymore, he had no reason, no goal, but the stupid worm-baby was his rival, the only person who would acknowledge him, and...the only person he had left. It was stupid, he thought, to need the human, but he did, he needed him and their rivalry more then anything now; it was the only thing that kept him going. He had to admit though that, in a way, he liked Dib, because, though he was a thorn in his side, the pain from the thorn made him feel alive, and in feeling that somehow he felt safe.

Funny though, how the one who made him feel safe was the one who was trying to get him on an autopsy table, but it didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was them, their rivalry, his reason...and his friend. It was a bitter sweet friendship, but a friendship none the less, they both knew about their twisted friendship deep down, though neither acknowledged it, nor ever bring up even the slightest hint of their 'friendship' to one another.

...He knew it wouldn't last forever though...things would change, and soon he'd be dead. He didn't want to do it anymore, play this never ending twisted game of cat and mouse, he to tired to run or chase anymore, so, he figured, he'd let the Dib thing win.

He remembered yelling, he remembered arguing with his, but then he remembered falling, just falling into what seemed like an endless black pit, for a moment he though he was dead, but then he remembered something else, no not remembered felt, he felt it lightly, almost unnoticeable to the alien, the hand that stroked his hair lightly, the hand warm and cold all at the same time; it shook lightly as it repeated the motion, it seemed almost scared to brake the alien just by the tough.

Zim said nothing and did nothing, not wanting the warm hand to leave just yet; he wanted to lean into the touch but he decided against it. He didn't want the feeling to end, he never wanted it end...

It reminded him about the Dib human and the way everything seemed to heat up whenever he was near; he didn't understand the feeling, it wasn't a spiteful feeling or hateful but it was something he couldn't describe...but it was nice, yes, nice, that's a good way to put it...

A small smile crept onto his lips as he slowly went back into the darkness that somehow seemed so much more inviting now...he liked it.

(no he's not dead he's asleep for those of you who don't get it)

Ok usually i hate people who only have 1000 words a chapter but but i think it's ok if i leave it like this. I'll probably update tomorrow with Dib's POV with this. I'll probably combine the two so if you see the update then just go like halfway down the page for this next chapter! Love you all R&R!!!