A/N: Hi everyone, this is me trying to gain my writing spark back. I've been out a lot lately, dealing with a lot of pain and stress and today after seeing spider man 2 twice in a week, got the idea for this chapter. My story is I've been pushed around and put down all my life by people I thought cared about me. People I was close to, killed themselves because they couldn't be accepted...because they weren't perfect. I attempted suicide because I couldn't get out of my head that I wasn't failure, a mistake, worthless and had no purpose. I was and still am a nobody. So I started getting better, people started helping me, leaving me alone. But that didn't feel any better. So I put myself out there, showed the world that I am NOT perfect but I can still kick ass, smile, laugh and shape my life to make it the way I want it. And not one damn person is going to tell me different. Now, I'm the funny person, I'm the person people want to be around...but I am also the person, who notices the nobodies, the people who need to be noticed, the people who need to know someone out there is a world of assholes cares. No life is insignificant to me and no idea too stupid to be heard at least once.

So this chapter is dedicated to the nobodies, like me.

And it's like 1 am so mistakes were made writing this chapter, enjoy them, embrace them and remind yourself, I ain't perfect and neither are you. But to someone, you are perfect, your mistakes make you perfect, being you; makes you perfect. So don't forget it.

I don't own anything except the plot and my name ;3. Please R&R cause you know I love hearing fan feed back!

~Deathwish1234

Another ten minutes had passed, leaving Gaz to be sitting alone in a dark lab, holding the hand of the one person who actually noticed her in a good way. To Zim, she was somebody; sure she was scary to him, as he had said, but he recognized the fact, that there was an emotion that was invoked in him when talking to her.

It was silent in the room as Gaz quietly stroked Zim's limp antenna. 'I shouldn't have called Dib,' She thought to herself angrily. After watching the last video clip, she'd tried to hold everything that hurt in, but a few minutes later she couldn't take it anymore.

She started crying, albeit not hard but she was still crying. She remembered every moment she was alone because her good for nothing father was gone and her brother was out chasing monsters. She had always been alone…and it hurt.

Not many people realize just how much being alone hurts. It's being locked up within yourself, questioning everything: Your sanity, your life, your relationships with other people, your hope…everything. That is why depression hits people hard.

And that was how Gaz was feeling. She and Zim weren't friends, they were far from it but she did remember his many various attempts to talk to her, to say hi to her when he and her brother were fighting. Every single god damn time, he put effort forth into noticing her, into showing HER that she wasn't alone. "And what do I have to say for myself?" She choked, "I never said hi back, I barely noticed you…I even ridiculed you in front of others to please myself…" She paused to suck in a short lived breath, "If I had known…"

She was interrupted when a bright light flashed through the dark room, blinding her swollen eyes that had just recently adjusted to the darkness around her. It was her cellphone and Dib was calling.

Shakily, she reached down and grabbed the cell phone, trying to take a couple deep breaths to sound normal over the phone, "Hello?" She mumbled, hating herself even more at the weak underlying tone of her voice.

"Gaz, are you ok? I'm here, where are you? Has Zim hurt you? Should I call the feds!?" Dib automatically questioned, making Gaz both angry and even more depressed than before.

"Why do you always think it's Zim's fault?! You know maybe he is just trying to live and be noticed like the rest of this stupid mother fucking world!" She shouted, instantly regretting her words when she heard Dib quietly gasp.

"I'm just trying to help…" There was a long moment of silence as Gaz tried to think of what to say. Apologizing would make her look bad, but saying nothing was worse. Dib was her brother and blood is thicker than water, "I'll just wait for you in the car, but hurry up, the storm hasn't let up and I want to get home to see Dad some more."

"D-Dad's home?" She breathed, feeling her heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, he came home because you have a D in science and he wants to examine your brain or something. Anyways he's been waiting on you all night and as we all know, he isn't a patient man Gaz. You need to get out here fast or deal with being disowned." Dib sighed back.

Gaz felt her heart squeeze in fear. She may be a dark scary underworld queen, but the one thing she feared most was her father being mad at her. She was supposed to be the sane child, the child to be proud of, the one to love like no other. She was the little girl; the baby and nothing scared her more than losing the last 'parent' she had: "I'll be out in just a second."

"Ok," Dib answered, hanging up right after.

Gaz took in a shaky breath and looked down at Zim's body, "We're just the nobody's huh Zim? You and I. The two people trying harder than anyone to be noticed by the most oblivious and un-empathetic people in the universe. Dib can come in as a close second, but at least he gets noticed as insane by people. They at least know his struggles with insanity. But…no one knows ours."

Using her free hand she gently pushed Zim's eye lids down over the lifeless orbs and slowly let go of his hand, "I'm coming back for you. I promise." Zim's hand lifelessly dropped from hers onto the ground as she stood up, grabbing her stuff and taking a deep breath. She felt weird about leaving a body here and just walking out like nothing was wrong, but it's what she had to do, for Zim's sake. She didn't want him to be torn apart by scientists or Dib, he deserved proper respect, a proper burial and that's what she'd give him.

Looking around she only had one other problem to face: Getting out. "You weren't stupid Zim, there has to be an emergency exit here somewhere." She thought out loud, using her phone light to glance around.

She growled after a few moments before noticing a sign behind a broken computer that was written in Irken. Walking over to it, she noticed there was a latch behind it and she could hear the rain pounding down onto whatever was behind the latch.

With a sigh of relief, she zipped up her jacket and shoved the monitor away, yanking hard on the latch until it opened to a small tunnel sloping up and a device that glowed when she touched it. 'Clever,' Gaz thought, grabbing onto the handle and feeling it quickly pull her up toward the surface.

She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling rain spray starting to drip into them until she came out, onto the surface of Zim's base. She could see Dib's car just outside the gate and quickly ran over to it, wanting to get out of the heavily pouring rain.

"What took so long Gaz?" Dib asked calmly, turning on a seat warmer for her as she buckled up.

"I couldn't find my way out," She grunted back, looking out the window and trying hard to ignore her persistent brother.

"You sounded like you were crying over the phone, is everything alright? Did you find Zim? Is he ok?" This actually surprised Gaz, whom looked over at him in shock, "Gaz?"

"Why do you care if he's ok?" She whispered quietly.

He blushed slightly and glanced away while turning a corner toward his house, "I don't like him, in fact; I hate him. But I'm not stupid. Ever since Zim showed up, Torque and the other bullies targeted him because he was green. They only ever tormented me when I got in their way after he came along. So…I know what it feels like to be pushed around and put down every day of your life; it's not a good feeling and I know how much I wanted someone…ANYONE to ask me if I was ok. So I want to know if he is ok, because I understand how much it hurts to be targeted." Gaz swallowed a heavy lump in her throat and bit the inside of her cheek as hard as she could so she wouldn't start crying again.

"It's over now Dib," She muttered, biting her knuckles and looking out the window at the passing lamp posts, "You won."

"What did I win?"

"Earth is safe…Zim…won't be conquering it anymore. He's gone."

"What do you mean he's gone?" Dib asked, clearly becoming more agitated as he gripped the wheel and looked over at her for a second.

"The rumors are true; he didn't want to live anymore…" Gaz trailed off at that, pulling her legs up into her chest to hug while she tried to blink back the pain.

Dead silence followed her words and when she looked over to see why he wasn't talking, she saw instead that he was crying. "D-Dib, w…why are you crying? You won didn't you! Aren't you happy! This is what you've wanted since day one! You wanted him dead!"

"Not by his own hand!" Dib snapped back, pulling the car over at a stop light and angrily hitting the wheel with his fist, "This is not how it was supposed to end. We…we were enemies; I was his Yin as much as he was my Yang. And I…I couldn't even bring myself to go check on him! He checked on me when I got sick for a week last year, even if it was just to laugh at my pathetic immune system, he checked, he made SURE that I wasn't gone. And I…I just spread rumors and lies about him. I didn't win one god damn thing in this Gaz, not one thing."

Gaz went silent as the light turned green, leaving Dib to pull away again for a couple more minutes until they got to their house, "Here," Dib said, giving Gaz the key to the house.

"Aren't you coming in?" Gaz asked quietly.

"No."

"Then where are you going?"

"Out."

"Dib-."

"Go home Gaz," He said in a hushed tone, making Gaz's skin crawl a little bit, "Now."

"Don't do anything stupid Dib," Gaz said quickly before zipping out of the car and into the house after unlocking the triple bolted door.

She slammed the heavy dark red door behind her and quickly tossed off her sopping wet jacket and boots. She could hear her dad muttering to himself in the kitchen and quickly took a deep breath. "Dad, I'm home."

"Come her daughter," Professor Membrane said calmly. Gaz gulped and slowly walked into the kitchen, sitting in the seat her dad was motioning for her to sit in. He was tapping his fingers on the stop of the table over an open letter while looking at her through his intimidating black goggles. "Where is your brother?"

"He wanted to be alone," Gaz answered obediently, "To work some stuff out."

"My poor insane son…" He muttered, his brow creasing when he cast a glance down at her report card, "Do you want to tell me what this says Gazelene?"

"I know I have a D in science but dad you don't understand I-."

"There is no excuse for this grade Gaz; you are not only making yourself look bad but me as well. If my coworkers find out I am raising a bumbling fool, I will be called a failure as not only a scientist but also a father." Gaz's jaw dropped when he said this and her fists clenched.

"You're not worried about my grade are you dad, you're worried about your reputation. You could care less if I had F's in every class, as long as it wasn't your last name attached to my first name."

"That is not true Gazelene." He said in an eerily calm voice, though he stopped tapping his fingers over the table, "Yes I am worried about my reputation but I am also worried about you."

"That's new," Gaz scoffed, crossing her arms and glaring at the table.

The professor went silent for a second before standing up and walking over to the fridge, opening it to show her all the food inside, "Tell me Gazelene Membrane; who buys this food?"

She silently glared for a second before looking away and muttering, "You do."

"Correct, and tell me daughter, who pays for this house? Who pays for the clothes you're wearing, for the games you play, for the makeup you wear, for the bed you sleep on; who pays for that?"

"You do."

"That's right. I do. Maybe you have a chance after all," He announced, shutting the fridge and walking back over to the table, "And what do I ask in return for all of this Gaz?"

"Nothing…"

"Correct, I gave both you and Dib something some kids could only dream of. You have no bed time, no rules, and no chores. You get what you want when you want it and you can't manage to keep one grade up, after all I've done for you, you can't help yourself?" She bit her lip at this and dug her nails into her arm.

"I'm sorry dad…"

"I'd hope so. I want you to take responsibility for your carelessness and fix your mistakes Gaz. I can't live your life for you and you only get one chance to make it the way you want it. So take your chance Gaz and fix this while you still have a few weeks of school left before school gets out."

"My friend killed himself dad," Gaz said quietly, looking up at him with swollen red eyes, "Because he noticed me but I never took the time to notice him, when he needed me the most."

Professor membrane was once against silent at this as he turned his gaze down toward the table, "I'm sorry Gaz."

"It was that boy Zim, Dib's foreign friend, remember?"

"Too bad…he was such a spry boy too. He told me a lot about his culture and how his race dealt with insane boys like Dib…" Gaz almost laughed while looking at her lap. This wasn't making her feel any better. "When did he do this?"

"A couple weeks ago, maybe three…four?" Gaz answered, sniffling a little bit while biting her lip again. Her head jerked up a little bit when she felt her father grab her wrist gently.

"I have to show you something Gazelene, come with me and quickly." He said, sliding his hand down into her hand and getting up, leading her down a dark blue stair case toward the bulky silver door that was his home lab.

He slipped a glove off and placed his hand on the key pad of the door, making it beep loudly and unlock for instant access into the belly of the room. "What are you showing me dad?" Gaz asked while rubbing her irritated eyes with her free hand.

"Hush child, I must focus for this to work," He answered, releasing her hand while walking over to a machine and typing some things into it, "All trials I have performed have come back a success, but I've never pushed it so hard…A whole month. Could it work?" He rambled to himself, typing in more buttons and words before grabbing a lever and slowly pulling it down.

The machine next to him lit up with a gentle blue glow, lighting up the amber color of Gazes eyes as she stared at the contraption in awe. It was amazing, like a mirror except looking the wrong way. She saw her back in the portal and her father's front as he type in things. "Dad what is this?"

"Another chance," Professor Membrane answered, turning back toward Gaz, "How much do you care for this person Gaz, be honest."

"If I had known what he was going through, my life would no longer have become important to me," Gaz answered, looking at her dad in slight worry, "Why?"

"This is my new invention…time travel. Cliché I know, but I cannot make it go back more than a few weeks. A month is pushing it to a whole new level but a life is at stake."

"Dad what're you saying?" Gaz asked, feeling her heart pound harder in her chest.

"You can save his life Gaz, it's dangerous but if you care about this person, than you can give him a second chance at life. Do you really think you can change his life Gazelene?"

"Yes," She breathed, "Yes, yes I do. I think I know how I can fix this."

"Then I will let you do this," He said quietly, "Promise me one thing though Gaz."

"I promise I'll get my grade up," She said quickly, wanting to run through the portal to get another chance. However when he stopped her from doing so, she looked up, confused.

"That's not what I want you to promise me."

"Then what dad, what do you want?!"

"Promise me, you'll save his life for good reason. If he isn't a good person you could ruin the world, if he's too good, he could just as easily die again. Make sure that this is authentic, and make sure you know in your heart that the decision you make is right. There is no maybe, if you have to question yourself, then you're doing this for the wrong reasons." She stared at him for a long moment before walking forward and hugging his legs tightly.

"I promise," She muttered into his pristine white lab coat.

"Ok," He breathed, "Be safe Gaz." She nodded and looked into the portal as her dad stepped out of the way.

Brushing back her hair and cracking her knuckles she stared into the past, the present, and the new future, the one she was going to shape, "Here we go Zim, this is for the nobodies. Let's get us a second chance."

Taking a deep breath and clenching her teeth, she stepped through the portal into the past.

The past where she was going to make damn sure.

That invader Zim would never cry.