Authors Note: Sorry for the excrusiatingly long wait, I forgot to take my writen version home to type, but I'm almost done with 12 and will be up soon, intruducing some more characters, and I'll write the Slender story soon so check that out. Read & Review. :)

Chapter 11: The Tallest of Encounters

Gaz's POV:

'I don't know why I was so quick to listen to him, I don't want to be in here… maybe it was the worry plastered upon his usually cocky, smirking mug. Ugh… why does my stomach flutter to the thought of him?!... I wonder what that alarm was for… and explosion maybe, how cool would that be?! He was heading towards the meeting room… which I'm stupidly not allowed to go to!'

'Hmmm, what am I gunna do till that dork comes to get me…T.V… well that it kind of pointless don't cha think. No games… wait! My Gameslave!... no, damn it, it's still in the hall! Ugh Man! I guess Irken gibberish is better than bored, silence.' I turned on the television to some Irken soap opera or something like that, however the volume was blaring. Covering my now increasingly deafened ears, I made my was to and lowered the volume. "Ah Jeeze." I blurted out.

"Now I do love that show, but I don't think listening to it at that volume is good for you." A voice I DID NOT recognize. I was stunned, far too stunned to look behind me.

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The voice came from behind her, not a servant or guard she recognized which alarmed her. There was a chuckle at her paralyzed state. She, with all the fear and anger she could muster, turned with a glare. An Irken, red eyes, pinkish red however, but matching his attire, and inch or two shorter than Zim stood above her, smirking.

"Who are you, and why are you in my room, leave now or enter a nightmare world I've been deprived of giving your ruler… you should know how painful it would be for such an annoying being, you will have to suffice." Gaz barked. The red-eyed Irken scoffed. "Cute, the respect for your master… you thing you pose a threat to me human?! Just as laughable!" He growled. Gaz retorted with a furious glare, fists clenched and a muffled growl. "I am the ex-tallest Red and you, a mere palace servant, have to obey my every command." "I don't have to do SHIT for you, I serve ZIM and ZIM alone." "Yes you 'serve' him rather nicely don't you, a palace whore, one of exotics to you master, well you serve ALL Irken royalty!" "I AM NOT A WHORE, I am a servant, that's all ZIM's servant! LEAVE ME ALONE you sick fuck!" he chuckled. "I recognize you." "What?!" "From many years ago, I wasn't sure at first, but now, your attitude… now I'm sure." "What the hell are you talking about?!" Gaz yelled. "You're the violent girl with the purple hair, Purple to the immediate interest but mine hit like a Sir Unit to the face, we requested feed from Zim on you, always so amusing." She scoffed. "and now, so Beautiful." He smirked. "Get out of my room." Gaz tried to keep up SOME respect, if any, he didn't deserve. "I'm not going anywhere, a servant to Zim or not, a servant all the same and you WILL serve me!" He forced, leering down at her, he spat the name Zim like it was the name a his mother's murderer… 'If Irkens have mothers…' Gaz thought. "NO I WONT get out of my." She was cut off by his lips being forcible crashed onto hers. She struggle to free herself in an attempt to punch him, hitting the metallic armor, hurting her hand. She cried in pain under the kiss, he chuckled. 'Bastard.' Gaz thought with hate. She, in pain, decided to bolt for the door. The fast-sensed Irken grabbed her, pulling her back. Kissing her again. "Not trained well in serving royalty are you?" he teased between each kiss. "Guess I'll have to teach you." Gaz screamed under the kiss. "FUCK YOU!"she got in through a breath. He grabbed the strap of her dress, ripping it down roughly. Ripping her dress and showing her purple-black laced bra. He smirked at the beauty.

"STOP!" called a voice Gaz had never been happier to hear.

"Release her!" boomed Zim's voice from across my room. "What is the meaning of this?! She is MY personal servant, bereft of all regular slave obligations! Leave at once! To the meeting room then!" Zim proclaimed, leading the Red-eyed, Tall Irken from her discombobulated self. As she pulled up the tattered dress, she glanced at the door to see Zim's and the other Irken's leaving forms. Her eyes catching the red eyes… he winked at her. She shuddered as the door closed and locked.

The whole event, disturbing and embarrassing as it was, left one major question. "How'd he get in my room?!" Gaz wondered aloud with a hint or anger. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but it became more and more obvious to her, she had been screwed. She couldn't have fought him off, his armor and strength over hers, she couldn't of ran, tried and failed miserably as she did… in fact if it wasn't for Zim, she would've been in some serious trouble…'If I ever see him again, he will pay' she thought.

"I wonder what Zim is doing… Ugh… whatever, I don't really care… what am I going to do now…" Gaz pondered aloud. She concluded working on a new room security system, like the one she had in her room all those years ago.

Zim's POV:

I couldn't help but wonder what Red would've done hadn't I intervened. Gaz… well… ugh… Just then Ex-Tallest Purple sneezed. "Bless you." I said. Both he and Red looked at me funny. 'I've been on this planet for too long, all it's formalities have stuck. "Ha, sorry… anyways, our ploy to terminate the Graliebs begins with the glorious plan of Zim! To sabotage imported rations to their home world with poison, sources say they depend on imports for their home world is depleted of natural resources and Barren. When planet Graliebian is starved, poisoned and weakened we strike." I announced, no matter what the fools did or said, I still respect and for some reason strived to please them.

"Well that's great… but how will we sabotage their supplies when we don't know the shipping point?" Purple called out. I smiled. "We DO know the exact location of the shipping point." I boasted. "Mmmm." Red replied… his attention towards the door… GAZ! "Now, preparations are being made, please allow me to show you to your quarters, dinner will be served in an hour and you will be notified as such." I led them to the nicest guest rooms in the palace, as FAR from Gaz's as possible. I think they picked up on that, I'll have to inform security to keep a look out.

I began to walk towards my quarters, Gaz, as always poisoning my mind. As a treat I'll have Gaz attend, not serving, but at my side. She'll be the crown Jewel of the night… no matter how flustered.