The Over Lord, as she perferred to be called, sat bored on her throne. Her head was in the past, as it always was when she had nothing to do. She remembered how she had taken over several different galaxies, all but the Milky Way, which was off-limits. That stupid purple-haired cyclops woman had made sure of that.

She remembered what she had seen on the day she met her alleged great-great-great-great(ect.) neice. They had some sort of orb that saw into the future, and she had seen herself taking over the universe. She had also seen herself with someone, but of course that was impossible now. She had made sure of that personally.

She felt that pain in the pit of her stomach that always seemed to be there when she thought of it. She hoped she wasn't getting an ulcer, which would be wierd, since she was immortal.

"Gaz, my lord," a voice came from the intercom speaker built into the arm of her throne, interrupting her thoughts. She pressed a button on the arm and said, clearly annoyed, "Yeah, what is it?"

"The intruder has been caught."

"The one who's been prowling around the castle for over a week now?"

"We believe so. He's been captured by guards L23 and Q87. They're standing outside the door."

Gaz sighed. "Great. Send 'em in," she said unemotionally. She stood up and faced the back wall, which she always did when an intruder was caught.

Some 1,000 year old organazition called the Resisty had been sending several agents, but they were all captured. She chose to not look at them until she absolutely had to, since after the struggle with the guards, they were usually pretty grotesque.

She heard the door slide open and blew a strand of purple hair out of her face in annoyance.

"Look, you people have no chance of infiltrating my base, now, are you going to go back to wherever you came from in peace or are we going to have to kill another one of you idiots?"

"Well, little Gaz, I expected a bit more of a 'hello' than that."

Gaz's eyes widened in horror. That voice was so familiar. It couldn't have been him, she had killed him over 1,000 years ago! She turned around slowly to face the intruder and almost had a heart attack.

Although he looked different, it was definitley him.

Zim.

He was much taller, maybe a bit taller than her. His eyes were shaped like that of a normal human's, but were still red. Gaz remembered the day she had soaked him with the supposedly "mystic" can of Poop Cola. His contacts had fallen off, but his wig was still on.

And now, his fake hair seemed to have rooted itself into his skull. It had grown longer and spikier.

Gaz was horrified. "H-how...but I..." She couldn't get a full sentance out without stuttering. The only thing she could say clearly was, "Zim."

"Yes, it's me." He smiled smugly. "Thought you killed me, didn't you, Gaz? Well, you were completely mistaken."

"How?"

"Apparently, the cola took a bit longer to soak into my skin than it did to soak into yours, but it worked just as well."

He glanced around the room.

"I see you've succeded in taking over most of the world. Impressive work. Even adding insult to injury by making my home planet your base after you thought you killed me."

Gaz just stood there and stared at him.

"Yes," he went on. "Impressive indeed. I'm just sorry old Dib-Human wasn't here to witness it."

Gaz's stare turned into a glare.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Not much, just that, it's ironic how I was by his side when he died, his once greatest enemy, and his sister was off, not even thinking about him."

"How DARE you?" Gaz stepped closer, her rage igniting. "How dare you talk to me like that! I could have you squashed like a bug in an instant and barely lift a finger!"

"Ah, so you think, naive little Gaz, but I'm just as strong as you, possibly stronger. It would take a lot more than a single finger to destroy me."

"You ignorant little piece of shit!"

For a while, they just glared at each other. "Imprison him in the dungeon until I can think of a death slow and agonizing enough to suit this little waste of space." Gaz said after what seemed like forever, addressing the guards but not taking her eyes off Zim.

The guards pulled the sack back over Zim's head, confused about what had just happened, but choosing not to question their Over Lord. As they led him out of the room, Zim turned his head towards Gaz.

"Well, it was really nice seeing you. Gir says hi." he said pleasantly, as if nothing had happened. Gaz wondered what that could have meant, but something else took over her thoughts. She thought back to the day when she thought she had killed Zim, but the pain she had felt was gone.

She sat back down in her throne and thought over what had just happened. None of it made sense.

None of it.