No comments this time. Sorry, I'm really busy today. I didn't have time to copy and paste the ones I wanted to respond to in here. :(

But I'll do it next time! Promise!

YES! THE WEDDING! FINALLY!

You kids enjoy yourselves now! I'll tell you right now this is going to be longer then the last chapter, most likely.

Hehehehe, the wedding is kind of funny.

I WANT YOU ALL TO LISTEN TO THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA SONG WHILE READING THIS. WHY? . . . Because I was while writing this. I don't know, maybe you'll be in the same mood I was and like it more. Seriously, I imagined Zim and Gaz in their place because I was THAT. BORED.

Also, I'm only 15, so my knowledge of a real wedding ceremony is limited. Do. Not. Yell at me.

Enjoy!


Chapter 21
"Wedding Crashers"

Gaz woke up, alone, to a knock at her door.

Zim hadn't spent the night in her room. At exactly 9 o'clock he had kissed her on the cheek, wished her a goodnight, and left. Gaz thought it was ridiculous how seriously he was taking all of this but so be it. If he wanted a big ceremony, she'd humor him and pretend it mattered.

Gaz felt a bit uneasy standing. She wondered why.

She opened the door and saw the designer lady, smiling at her, wearing a gown, with a flower on her head. Behind her, the two assistants wore matching ones but dawned no flower.

Bridesmaids.

Zim was such an idiot.

"We were instructed to help you today," the woman said, stepping into the room. The two ladies behind her had a trunk of thinks, which they dropped by the door, as if barricading it. "Take a shower, we'll have a station set up by the time you get out. When we're done with you, you'll be just radiating beauty."

Gaz blushed, once again feeling uncomfortably at the mention of her appearance. She escaped into the shower, thoughtfully running her hands through her hair and carefully cleaning her body. The thing people might find surprising is, Gaz did not and never would need to shave, something that not only saved money but time as well. When she and her brother were children, there had been a freak accident in the lab. Any hair that wasn't on their head wouldn't grow thanks to the synthesis they'd gotten all over themselves. Actually, the reason for Dib's odd hair that refused to grow all around his head was because he had gotten it on the edges of his hair as well. She wondered why she thought of that in the shower, examining a smooth, pale leg.

And then she shuddered, for the first time in her life eying herself seriously in the mirror, not having drawn the shower curtain (because really, who was going to come in?), and wondering what she looked like. Because soon enough, Gaz realized with wide eyes, she wasn't going to be the only one who knew what she looked like naked. Another shiver, one filled with an emotion she couldn't place (whether it was fear, anticipation, or just plain nerves), passed over her body as she turned away from the mirror, finishing in the cleansing of herself.

She grabbed a towel, wringing out her short hair (again, ode to that serum, it would never grow but at least it would never fall out, either) a little to keep it from dripping. She wrapped the towel around herself, exiting the bathroom apprehensively.

As promised, a whole station awaited her. From makeup, to perfumes (she nearly gagged), to nail polish (her brow rose at this, hers hadn't chipped yet), to accessories and pretty much anything else she could've thought of (and more).

The woman patted a seat, amused at her unenthusiastic expression. "Come on, sit down, we won't bite."

"It's your wedding day," One of the assistants added just as teasingly. "Try to look happy."

Gaz had to smirk at that comment. She would only be remembering this day for one reason.

It was the day she lost her virginity. To an alien.

Why was her life so weird?


"YESSSSSSSSS!" Tak hissed, triumphantly, jumping to her feet. She had been working most of the night, sleeping only a few hours but now it was worth it entirely. "Dib! I need to wake him. MiMi! Fetch that insolent Dib boy at once!"

MiMi sat up and nodded before zipping out the door, that swung shut behind her.

Tak had already changed and was simply typing in the last of the codes, creating exactly what she wanted. She waited impatiently for MiMi to return, needing her SIR unit to download the information into.

Finally, the protests of Dib reached her keen ears, and she smirked. Clearly MiMi did not like him. Most times she was at least polite to others, so long as they had never laid a hand on her master. But with Dib she was uncomfortable, quick to judge him at the strangest of times.

It was funny to her.

The door burst open and Dib was flung into the room, landing on his hands and knees with a painful groan. When he looked up he saw Tak, sitting in her chair and motioning MiMi towards her. Obedient as always she darted to Tak, who picked her up and hooked her into the computer.

"Downloading . . . Downloading Complete." His computer announced.

Getting to his feet, Dib shook the pain off and looked at Tak. "Is that . . .?"

Tak nodded, disconnecting her SIR unit and holding her carefully, petting her. "Yes. Gather your troops, Dib. You're going to go speak with your sister."

"You're really helping me so I can talk to my sister?" Dib questioned, a brow rising as he fixed his trench coat.

Tak shrugged, handing his laptop back to him (all the Irken data was on MiMi, safely out of Dib's nosy hands) before crossing her arms. "I need to decide if I'm on the right team. If she's a traitor, you won't lead a rebellion anymore, because this is what she wants. If she's a victim, you'll continue to fight. Do you see my reasoning?"

Dib nodded. "Yeah. If Gaz is a traitor, you're going to try to beat him on your own. If she isn't, you'll stay."

"Pray she isn't, Dib," Tak said casually, walking out the door and pausing at the hinge. She added, smirking at him. "You know you'll miss me if she is."

And then Tak stalked off, still holding MiMi.

Dib stared after her. Would he really . . .?

He shook his head, hurrying off after her. He didn't have time to think about Tak and her feelings (if she had any) right now. Dib needed to focus on getting everyone ready to leave.

Please be innocent, Gaz, Dib's thoughts pleaded, as if she'd hear him.

But honestly, Dib wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to know his sister had nothing to do with this, or because he wanted Tak to stay.


Gaz was dressed.

And she didn't know why, but she wanted to cry. Not of happiness, sadness, fear, but just . . . cry. It was weird. Scrunching up her face (slightly, so as to avoid being teased by the women again) she decided she didn't like that feeling and would rather be rid of it.

"Zim is going to die when she sees you," The woman assured her.

Gaz decided she did look rather nice. Though she eyed herself without emotion, impassive. If the veil was removed, it would reveal her hair, glistening to perfection. Her face had been carefully done up, making her eyes look fiery without her having to be angry and her mouth seem delicate but tempting all at the same time. At least, the tempting part came as a joke from one of the women but Gaz had no doubt she was serious.

The wedding dress itself was strapless, cinching to her waist and breasts. It hugged her hips and flowed gently, serenely to the floor. It was a mermaid gown she noticed. Gaz had really just picked at random, though she would never tell anyone. Maybe Zim, eventually, but for now not a soul would know. When she had appeared to be scrutinizing the drawings she'd just been counting in her head, picking the one that was the thirteenth, going back and forth. But it seemed luck was on her side, as she looked fine. The train was long but not too long. Not to the point where it would annoy her.

However, it seemed Zim had added a bit of input into the dress. Gaz had noticed yesterday the red ribbon that tied around her waist, tied at her right hip and descending until it was about a foot off the ground. There was also intricate red beading around the bottom of the dress and the corset. Overall, Gaz looked ready to kill and get married at the same time. Her nails were re-painted, clear this time.

The underwear part was what was bothering her.

The women had insisted that it was traditional for a bride to dress rather sexually on her wedding night. Gaz had the garter in place on her upper thigh, also a piece of clothing (if a laced rubber band could be calling 'clothing') she wasn't particularly happy with. But the lingerie. Yes, that was the worst part. All of it was white, which Gaz thought was ironic, because white normally represent innocence, something of hers she'd be losing today. Making it was symbolic, because when he was taking it off, the white 'innocence' would be removed at the same time she was-!

Gaz was going to stop thinking now. Yup. That was what she was going to do now, just stop. Thinking.

"Are you ready, dear?"

No.

"Yes."


Zim was wearing a suit, as was custom. A black one, with a pristine white shirt underneath and a blood red tie. To say he was working now would seem to be something that was completely ridiculous, since it was his wedding day, but he was, so that he could have the rest of today and tomorrow off. Of the few countries he had already taken over, their representatives had nervously wished him a happy wedding today, and good luck to his bride. Zim was typing away when Gir entered the room, fiddling with the bow on his neck.

He didn't even have to turn around to know what he was doing.

"Gir, stop trying to eat your bow-tie."

"Aw," he said, disappointed. Gir was dressed in a tuxedo, a fact he knew Gaz would laugh at. Behind him was Minnie-Moose, who also was dressed in similar attire to Gir's. Everyone but Zim had bow-ties.

There was a pause.

"You can't eat his either." Zim said, still not turning around.

Once again Gir gave a dejected noise. Then he said, "Master, shouldn't you be waiting wiff da minister at the altar?"

Zim nodded, standing up. "Yes, I've just finished. Let's g-."

He was interrupted by a beeping on his systems and all three of them stopped, turning to look at the blip.

Zim's brow rose. "Intriguing."

Gir looked up at him. "Watcha gonna do, Mastah?"

After a brief pause, Zim turned away. "Nothing. It's not going to change anything. Just a bump that will smooth over on its own."

His minions shared a look before Gir just shouted, "Okay!"

They followed him out obediently.


Gaz's veil was over her head, hiding her face, which let her think properly and without fear of being teased or scolded for her thoughts. Why was she so uneasy about this? As big of an idiot as he was, Gaz loved Zim and had no reserves about spending the rest of her life with him (as annoyingly cheesy as that sounded to her). Maybe the sex part would be a little nerve-wracking but she wasn't fidgeting because of that. She knew it would be fine. And as odd as it sounded from someone as boisterous and arrogant as Zim, he would be careful with her.

So then, looking at Gir (who was to play the part of the flower girl, something she found extremely amusing; Gir was technically not a boy and so he could do whatever part he wanted, despite the tux he wore while doing so) and Minnie-Moose (who held a pillow with the rings on his head), and everyone else behind the doors that would lead to her future (Geez, did weddings just require touchy-feely annoying, cliché little sayings to pop up in the bride's head?) with her, Gaz couldn't place what was wrong. But she just knew it was something. Something was . . . missing?

What the hell could be missing?

"Ahem, Empress?" Skoodge's nervous voice (nervous from addressing her directly) said. "E-Emperor Zim has a gift for you, something he wanted you to see before the ceremony."

Gaz turned around, confused. "What is it?"

"This way, please," He requested, motioning towards the back doors.

Raising a brow, Gaz followed.

When she entered she nearly dropped the bouquet, eyes staring wide.

"Dad?"

"Hello, daughter!" Dr. Membrane said, in a suit, the collar popped so it covered his mouth, and his goggles still on his face. But she could see his eyes widening as he gazed at her, her hand moving to pull back her veil. "You . . . You look so beautiful!"

Gaz had been hearing that a lot lately. But from her dad, it felt . . . okay.

She took the few steps forward to embrace him, a hug that he gladly returned. "Dad . . . How did you get here?"

"Dib's little fo- . . . Zim came and got me." He said, correcting himself. "I must admit, he has very unique resources. I and the rest of my colleagues had been hidden away underground, in East Asia, and he still found me. He told me you two were getting married and asked me to come, for your sake. So I did, since I couldn't very well miss my own daughter's wedding."

Gaz's brow rose. "So he didn't kidnap you then?"

"What? Of course not! It was my choice entirely!" He said, confused. "Why would you think that?"

Because everyone else here is either from another planet or kidnapped, she thought with a smirk. "No reason, Dad, just . . . wondering how you got here is all. My god, Dad, I didn't expect you to be here at all."

"Someone needed to be there for you, especially after you gave yourself up for your country." He sighed. "I only wish your brother could be here to see you get married. I always knew you would marry Zim, and I still bear no ill burden against him, I've come to realize he is just doing his job and it's all for the best in the end, but I had hoped he and your brother would've reconciled by now."

"But we started a rebellion instead," Gaz murmured to the floor. Was all of this her fault then? Was she just the reason Earth was going to Hell and Dib couldn't come to her wedding? Well, if she didn't exist, he still wouldn't go to her wedding but still.

Dr. Membrane placed a hand on her shoulder. "Do not think that way, Gaz. I can see it in your eyes."

Gaz suddenly guessed why her father wore his goggles, looking up at him.

Unreadable.

"You deserve affection, even if it is coming from an alien." He added the last part with slight bitterness. The admittance his son wasn't crazy, he had just been too thick headed to see the truth. He gripped her shoulders, seriously. "Daughter . . . Gaz . . . You are happy with him, right? This isn't something that he is forcing upon you because he needs a human Empress for appearance and is using you for convenience?"

"No, Dad," she insisted, stunned at the fantasy he had cooked up. "No Zim and I . . . we work, okay?"

"But do you love him?"

Since when had he gotten so mushy?

"Yes," Gaz said. It was just the easiest thing to do. "Yeah, I do."

"Then I'm okay with this," Dr. Membrane replied, hooking his arm through her daughter's. "Now come, I'm going to walk you down the aisle."

"Nice bow tie," she commented sarcastically, noticing that it matched all the other red ones.

Dr. Membrane laughed. "I think it looks great on me."

"You keep telling yourself that, Dad," she teased. It was probably the last time she was going to see him. She might as well be as out-of-character nice as she could be to him, while she could.

They went back into the room and Skoodge saw them, and then darted into the other room. He returned a few minutes later, Dr. Membrane fixing Gaz's veil back over her face.

Then the music started and everyone got into a straight line. Her manicured nails dug into the bouquet in her hands and she felt the juice of the fresh flowers dampen the pads of her fingers slightly, making her loosen her grip, for fear of staining the damned thing.

The 'bridesmaids', women Gaz had known for all of about two days, walked forward first, Invader Skoodge being one of three males in the procession. From what he had told Gaz, he was the Best Man. Very slowly, everyone began walking ahead of her. There were a few people Zim had kidnapped, like the person who made the cake and what not, sitting in the aisles. She could see them, but she could not see Zim.

Stupid angle that kept them from seeing one another.

Gaz had to keep from laughing as she saw through her shroud Gir, skipping merrily down the white aisle, throwing red rose petals in the air. But it was a rather big basket, and Gaz wondered what would happen if he didn't finish. Most likely he'd dump them on the floor. But, thanks to his excited aura, by the time he got to the end he had run out completely. Minnie-Moose drifted behind him, making no noises.

"This is certainly an . . . interesting wedding," Dr. Membrane commented. But Gaz could hear the amusement in his voice. Gaz snickered, but otherwise she did not reply.

And then the wedding march started.

Gaz swallowed hard, once again digging her nails into her bouquet for a moment. She took a deep breath, wondering what the hell exactly she was getting herself into. Her and her father stepped forward and with another step, they were instantly thrown into the ceremony.

She found herself unable to look straight ahead, where Zim was doubtless staring right at her. Her eyes first roamed to the people in attendance, but since none of them were familiar faces, they didn't have any interest for her. Her arm tightened on her father's, a reaction to her nerves that Zim would doubtless see and be pleased with himself for thinking to fetch her father. She wondered when this had happened and then realized it had probably been why he had left so early last night, instead of milking his time with her until the last possible minute.

"Idiot," she muttered, so quietly not even Dr. Membrane could hear her.

And then finally, Gaz took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to look up.

Instantly she locked eyes with Zim, whose antennae was twitching. But upon meeting her eyes he stopped, staring completely dumbstruck at her. His eyes were wide and she half-expected his mouth to drop at any moment. She could tell by that slight twitch that he was irritated by the veil hampering his vision on her face. He wanted to just see it, to have this all over with and be able to call her his wife.

But she smirked at him, a face that clearly said, 'You were the one who wanted this!' By his slight smirk of amusement she knew that even through the veil he had been able to pick that up.

They reached the end of the aisle.

Dr. Membrane stopped in between the two, as was tradition, taking Gaz's hand and linking it with Zim's own. Then he stepped back and Gaz wasn't quite sure whether he went to stand behind Zim or take a seat, because she was only reading Zim's face and he was smiling at her as she stepped in front of him, their hands joined as she handed her bouquet to one of her bridesmaids. Gaz wondered what the purpose of a bouquet was. You only held it for like, a minute, tops, depending on how long the aisle was.

Maybe it was just so you had something you could throw it at people.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony."

She wanted to laugh and by the twitch on the side of Zim's mouth, he did too. True, he was a loose interpretation of a man but he did have the parts that counted as male on Earth.

Gaz wasn't particularly listening to anything the priest was saying. She was pretty sure Zim was half listening, but they were paying more attention to each other then anything else. And not in the cliche way either. They were silently communicating, Zim reading Gaz's face and vise versa. She wished she could kiss him, just to screw with him, but she couldn't.

That would be against ceremony.

She tuned back in when the minister said, "We will start the vows now."

Zim's thumb ran across her hand, softly, turning his attention to her fully.

"Do you, Zim, take Gaz to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Do you, Gaz, take Zim to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Who here has the rings?"

"Squeak!" Minnie-Moose said at once, floating over.

Zim took Gaz's (earlier today, as he'd requested, she'd put her old ring in a box in favor of the more traditional ring) new ring and she took his. Obediently Minnie-Moose floated back to his place, which was next to Gir. Both the little minions looked adoringly up at their Master and new Mistress. Even if Gaz had always been their Mistress, now it would be official! In Earth with the wedding and in the eyes of the Irken society later. Although, when Gir had asked about that, Zim had informed him that it was not something to be discussed and the subject had been dropped.

"With this ring, I pledge my love to you and offer this as the symbol of our eternal bond," Zim said, slipping the ring on her finger. She could hear the slight amusement in his voice and knew full well just how strange he thought this was. Again, Gaz shot him a look of accusation, saying nothing.

Gaz took his ring, slipping it over his gloved finger. She sighed, almost inaudibly, but the twich of Zim's antennae and the smirk let her know that he alone had heard her.

"With this ring," she repeated. "I pledge my love to you and offer this as the symbol of our eternal bond."


Dib wore all black.

Just like everyone else.

"When I hook MiMi up to these systems, we have thirty minutes." Tak had warned. "Ten to get in, ten to get out. Meaning ten minutes to actually do what we came here for."

And now they were here.

Dib and Tak had almost gone solo. Actually, it was a joint decision by the Group. Everyone else was terrified to go into Zim's base, and no one but them had real reason to go anyways. But in the end, the twins had volunteered, and so had Zita. So there they were, a group of five running through Zim's giant base with guns that would probably not help them.

They could hear the wedding.

It scared the hell out of Dib, making them run faster.

They were shocked to see no guards, but Zim's security system kept everyone out. Everyone but Tak, apparently. What would he need guards for when there was no one threatening the owners of the house?

They found the door, leaning up against it.

"Go!" Tak hissed when he hesitated.

Dib took a deep breath and kicked the door in. It only led to a room, the procession room, but through the open double doors he could see the wedding room that had gone quiet.

The five of them burst in, all aiming their weapons.

"Nobody move!" Zita ordered.

Dib was shocked to see a certain guest. His brow rose, "DAD?"

He waved, "Hello, son! Nice of you to join us! Who are your friends?"

He could've palm-faced. How was his dad so smart but still so stupid and ignorant?

"Dib," A voice breathed.

Dib turned his attention to her as his stomach dropped.

There they were. The bride and groom. Gaz looked beautiful, this he noted at once. If this had been a wedding he approved of, he'd doubtless be tearing up like a wimp. But Zim beside her, in his red tie and dressed up like a groom, only fueled the anger in his chest.

"Zim," Dib growled, pointing the weapon at him.

"Dib," Zim replied, calmly, seeming unfazed that a weapon was being pointed at him by someone who would like nothing more than to kill him. "What is it I can do for you today?"

"Take your sister and go, Dib." Tak said, stepping forward with a smirk. "Let me play with Zim."

"Then what the hell are we here for?" Zita hissed at her.

Tak scoffed. "Intervention control."

"Civilian duty," Tip and Tine translated.

Zim uneasily looked at Tak, clearly not recognizing who this girl was. "Eh, does Zim know you?"

"You should," Tak replied, stepping forward, her eyes narrowing. "You ruined my life! Twice now, actually."

Gaz's eyes shot open. "You're the maid!"

"My identity has returned." She looked at Zim and let her accent slip out. "Care to guess who I am now, Zim?"

His eyes shot open and then he pressed Gaz behind him, protectively. "Tak!"

"There's a boy," She mocked. "Now let your little sahlm* or wife or whatever you want to call her talk to her brother a moment. You and I have more important things to discuss!"

Zim's hands gripped Gaz behind him, protectively a moment, before backing away from her.

"Gaz," he said quietly. "Go with your brother."

"I'm not-!"

"I'm not letting you get hurt!" Zim hissed, still loud enough for only her to hear. "Go!"

Gaz backed off, taking a few steps back before looking at Dib and heading out the door.

"Gir," Zim ordered as the SIR unit came to stand beside him. "Watch her. Make sure that the Dib-monkey does nothing to hurt her. The second that he does, get her somewhere safe and 'escort' him out of our home. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" Gir's eyes glowed red, darting off after where Gaz had disappeared to, outside the door. Dib, too, followed.

Gaz waited patiently, her hands shaking, her whole body shaking really. Gir approached her, staring up at her wide cerulean eyes. Instinctively she picked him up, holding him as he held her. Gaz had never thought Dib would go so far as to ruin her wedding to keep her from Zim.

She was going to kill him.

But she knew she would never be able to like this.

"Gaz!" Dib shouted, bursting out the doors.

The sound of fighting was heard briefly but Gaz could only guess who it was. Most likely Zim and Tak. Maybe her father and a few civilians had tried to help but who knew. Who cared? Certainly Dib didn't or he wouldn't be here.

She didn't look at him, just out the window, never removing her veil. Her voice was cold. "Dib."

He sounded surprised at her icy attitude. "Gaz? What's wrong? I came to save you-!"

"Go home, Dib." Gaz's eyes shut tight, opening when Gir reached up to touch her face, concern in his eyes. Funny when a robot seemed to care and know more about her then her brother did. "I don't want to be saved."

"Y-You don't mean that! Zim has some sort of mind-control device in your-!"

She spun around, feeling his hand on her shoulder, and slapped him. But not only did she slap him, no, that wouldn't be enough. She burned him, her hand flashing with fire as she hit him. It wasn't enough to set him ablaze but certainly enough to leave a scar and pain that would last.

"Enough," she growled, putting Gir down. "You don't get it, Dib! No matter what I say, Zim can't be good to you! But he's good enough for me, Dib. Don't you get it? This was never. About. You! The only reason you're still here, putting people in danger, ruining this stupid wedding I never wanted but it was something Zim wanted so I agreed to it, is so that you can say you won! But you know what Dib? You can't win because there isn't a prize here!"

"Gaz-."

"Zim took over the world, Dib. And all that's happened is that nothing has been on the news but him. No murders, no chaos or terrorist attacks, no gang fights, nothing. Did you eve think that this might be for the better?"

Dib stared at her in disbelief. This . . . fire was something that could not be mimicked. This was Gaz.

And she didn't want to be saved.

She sighed, looking down at Gir again. "Go home, Dib."

"What home?" He grumbled, leaning against the wall and sighing. "I can't . . . I don't know what to do anymore, Gaz. You're gone, Dad's gone."

"Home, the place we grew up." Gaz replied, adjusting Gir in her arms. "Dad's leaving after the wedding. He'll go home, Dib. I'll make sure he will."

"Why is it so important to go home?" Dib questioned, a brow rising suspiciously. "What's home that you want me to see?"

Gaz sighed. "Just . . . Check my room, okay? That's all."

"You know that he's just using you?" Dib asked, when she shot him a death-glare he held up his hands. "Hear me out, Gaz! Tak told me about what it means to an Irken once they've . . . ugh, mated with someone. One of the parties assumes dominance over the other."

"Meaning?"

"Ownership, Gaz." Dib insisted, locking eyes with her. "That's all Zim ever wanted was to own you, make you another possession he could show off to his other alien friends. Do you really want that, to be only something flaunted and never loved?"

Gaz's hand twitched, the urge to hit him again overwhelming but she resisted. She could see the black mark already forming on his face. It would probably last a while. That both satisfied her and made her stomach twist with guilt.

"He loves me, Dib." She insisted, sternly, in a way that left no room for argument. "Whether you believe it or not, he loves me. Now get the hell out of here, before I set Gir on you."

Dib looked at her face, through the veil, twisted with pain. "Gaz . . . I wanted to be here at your wedding but . . ."

Her anger cracked and after a few moments, she sighed, losing her former fury. "I know."

He looked as depressed as she felt. "Am I ever going to see you again?"

"Probably," she mumbled, shaking her head as she sighed again. "I don't know. That all depends on what you do after this, really."

There was silence.

"The last time I'm probably going to see you for a while," Dib suddenly said, looking up from the floor with weak amusement. "And we're fighting."

"Yeah," Her laugh was filled with the bitter tinge of irony. She jerked her chin towards his face, where the red mark was. "Sorry about that, I guess . . . But you kind of deserved it."

"Gee, thanks," He retorted sarcastically, smiling at her just a little. "You really do look nice, by the way."

"Funny, you'd think it'd get less irritating the more you heard it." Gaz muttered, eyes narrowing and mouth contorting into a frown.

"Gaz . . . You're going to get hurt."

Her hands curled into fists. She wasn't going to let him ruin this parting moment for her. Dib saw her irritation at once, bracing himself for another blow.

"Just go, Dib." She hissed, and he could hear her voice crack. "Now."

He stumbled away at the command, back into the room. She went to the window, looking out at the courtyard and saw a car, parked in it. A few minutes later the party of five appeared, though one of them was stumbling weakly. Probably Tak. She doubted Zim had gone easy on her, especially since she had interrupted his wedding.

"He knew, didn't he, Gir?" She questioned, still holding him in her arms. "Zim knew they were coming."

Gir nodded. "He let them come. Master saw the security breach but he didn't reverse it. I think he hoped you'd reconcile."

Gaz sighed. "Let's go back inside, Gir." She half-smiled, stroking his head. "The wedding can't exactly start without us."


Things carried on, liking nothing had happened.

Twenty minutes later-.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Zim removed her veil, revealing her face that stared up at him with wide, perfect, intensely appealing eyes.

He smiled at her before planting a solid kiss to her mouth.

People cheered. Gir screamed his cheer at the top of his lungs, drowning out everyone else. Gaz melted into his kiss, letting herself forget how fucked up her life was and just letting him embrace her.

In that moment, she finally felt loved.


Sex. In. Next. Chapter.

Why?

Because this one is so. FUCKING. LONG.

Okay the words "fucking" and "long"; not something to be used when you've just mentioned sex.

Yes, I know.

I'm hilarious.

Wait with anticipation and try to keep from dying with anticipation till the next chapter!

God.

Me writing porn.

Be afraid.

Originally Gaz was much crueler then that, but she's been kind of a bitch to Dib and I wanted to let everyone know he wasn't just a pawn to her. Gaz is keeping Dib distant to keep him SAFE.

Daily Quote:
"My requirements for men are they must be swift as the coarsing river, with all the force of a great typhoon, all the strength of a raging fire and mysterious as the dark side of the moon."
". . . Eharmony . . ."

"Oh my god, I love you guys. You're so stupid."

-Mulan is the bomb. And apparently my friends have taken advice from the movies and used it for the modern world. It was me that called them stupid, affectionately of course. There were four of us there.

Best slumber-party/after-party ever.

Till then!