(ZIM'S POV) Another long day continued with his human love-pig, with Zim helplessly trying to convince Gaz to see the truth. But, as always, Gaz denied the cold, hard facts, and stayed in the depressive state. Seeing this through Irken eyes, Zim pitied her and tried to not show his sympathy too much, knowing that Gaz was fully capable of beating him to a pulp despite the fact of her recent stomach sickness slowing her senses.

Leaving Gaz alone, Zim headed back to the kitchen, engulfed in deep discussion with his computer.

"The Gaz-human can't go on like this. Is there some…. Cure for shock or… someone who could help her see the truth? Sure, medication might keep her emotions stable, but prescription drugs… Computer, there are way too many stories and folklore about addiction. I won't let her do that to herself. Look up any more information that might help the situation with Gaz, Computer, now."

"Data downloaded," a voice came from the ceiling as Zim stepped out of the elevator. Slowly, Zim headed to one of the chairs surrounding the dining table, listening intently. A face of worry and confusion spread across Zim's face as the robotic voice continued. "Therapy is another well known treatment the human species use for mental and emotional conflicts such as the listed symptoms the human has. Therapy is simply the first step to realization and mental stability, helping various matters along with beliefs, feelings, and more. Various kinds of therapy are consisted of individual, group, or family."

Zim's thin antennas perked up in interest as the results continued. "…and the therapy sessions usually take around an hour for the patient to speak with the professional worker about their problem(s)."

Narrowing his eyes, Zim looked down at his fingers, deep in thought. Perhaps he could schedule Gaz for an appointment; tomorrow. His antennas fell to his head, and he cringed at the thought of whatever Gaz would do to him when he would inform her of the plans. Most likely he'd be put into 'a Nightmare world in which there was no return…' Shivering, his Squeedily-spooch flipped and he headed to the phone which hung on the teal wall only several feet away from him.

"Computer, what is the number for the nearest 'therapist'?"

"1-409-435-7762," the computer droned on, in a bored and inattentive voice.

Picking the grey phone from the hook, Zim hesitantly looked at it, fearing that this would be the wrong choice. But, pushing away the thought, he quickly dialed the number, and listened to the dial tone repeat along with a low ringing.

Suddenly, a loud crack rang through the house, and the front of the base exploded, leaving a thick residue of smoke hanging in the air. Jamming the end button on the phone, Zim dropped the device as his robotic spider legs protruded from his PAK. "GIR! DEFENSIVE MODE, NOW!"

But before Zim had the chance to continue the order, a metal shard was thrown at his face, and he swiftly dodged the attack. Looking down at the weapon that was just thrown at him, he caught sight of a small bit of green cloth stuck upon the sharp shard of metal.

Gritting his teeth, he knew it was a piece of his robot minion, Gir.

Forcing himself to focus, Zim ducked as another piece of his destroyed bot flew at his green head. "COMPUTER! ASSIGN ALL OFFENSIVE WEAPONS AND AIM THEM TO THE INTRUDER! NOW! Shit…"

Zim fled to his emergency escape route, and went down to his headquarters to where Gaz was held. Another loud crash emerged above his head as he ran through the hall. Quickly, Zim pressed a button upon his PAK, which opened up, and gave him an electrical, Irken handgun loaded with poison capsules that were designed to kill within a minutes time. Casting a glance behind him, he quickly regretted the decision, and was swiftly punched in the face. The impact of the punch threw him off, sending his robotic spiderlegs to trip and stumble over each other.

The legs retreated back into his PAK and before he knew it, a dark blue shimmer flew past him and entered the code at the end of the hall, opening the door to his headquarters. Getting up in a fluid motion, Zim sprinted to the door. No, not Gaz.

Gripping the trigger of the gun, he flexed his fingers and looked into the headquarters, finding Gaz perfectly fine, sitting on the sofa, staring at the television.

(GAZ'S POV)

Gritting her teeth, she thought back to Zim's planetarium. So beautiful, the endless stars and planets that silently floated beside her as she lay down beside her significant other, Zim. It was a mushy, warm memory that she loved and cherished, but it got her mind of off Dib.

Dib…

A gun was pressed to the back of her head and she caught her breath, her heart racing with unsettling fear. A familiar Austrailian accent rang through the air, and a three-fingered hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, making Gaz see her most feared, despised, most dearly hated Irken above her, holding her hostage.

"So, this is what keeps Zim here huh? A human; Gaz of all these rotting, pitiful humans?"Scoffing, Tak snickered. But before she could continue the mockery, a scowl soon drew her facial features and looked away. "I should kill you now; along with your sick, twisted broth-"

She was cut off from Zim, who tackled her to the ground, knocking the gun out of her hands. "MIMI! TAKE THE HUMAN!"

A small robot with blood red eyes knocked the couch over with one kick, and toppled Gaz onto the coffee table, which broke due to the impact of her weight and velocity of the attack. Landing on the floor, the glass from the table cut into her back and arms. Winded and exhausted from the sudden attack and the queasiness in her stomach slowing her down, Mimi picked her body up and chucked her to the nearest wall. Four half-iron cuffs came out of the SIR units head as Mimi screwed her legs and arms to the wall using the cuffs as restraints, leaving her vulnerable and weak.

Zim however, in his battle with the female Irken, continued in fist fight, currently losing the fight. "Mimi, over here!" Zim's legs protruded once again from his PAK, shoving Tak off of him and getting up several feet off of the ground. Mimi had now taken over the fight, but a large raygun had opened up and was now poised over Zim, pointed at Tak, whom was now only several inches from Gaz; a regular six-shot revolver pointed at Gaz's face.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE:) I personally find this the worst of the chapters. I wasn't that focused on it truthfully, but I don't think it turned out that bad.

so,

Did Gaz die? Did Zim die? WTF is WRONG WITH YOU leaving us on CLIFFHANGERS?

You'll have to see when I update again. It'll be a while before I update though...

and by the way, I've made a new story, "A Call" if you want to check that out you can. Its Johnny the Homicidal Maniac related... so... check it out if you want. It's complete, so you don't have to wait for me to update, but there WILL be a sequel to that.

Review me, message me, hate it, love it, I don't care, but tell me how it is so far.