MMMMM, some more hotness.

Just a bit. Not a whole CHAPTERS worth again.

Enjoy.


Chapter 24
"Straightened Priorities"

Gaz had gotten up about four hours later, after taking another quick nap.

She was in the closet now, decided an outfit to pick. On any normal persons' honeymoon, she'd be bed-ridden all day, most likely. But she was Zim's wife and counterpart now, meaning she had to be every bit as involved as he was in this world affair.

Not to mention the Tallest would be calling today.

Zim had received a transmission while she was resting again. He'd taken off all of the Earthen world affairs, but the Tallest waited for no one and nothing, which, unfortunately for him, included not waiting for Zim to have some alone time with his new mate.

Gaz picked up a few clothes, still completely naked. She wasn't sure why, but now that someone had seen her naked for about 11 hours straight (part of which she hadn't been awake, but Zim could hardly help that he didn't sleep and that his hibernation had only taken a few hours), she wasn't particularly concerned about said person walking in on her again. In fact, the closet was open, since she really just did not care.

It wasn't until she felt an equally naked body press up against her back, and bare hands grip her breasts suddenly, that Gaz realized that probably wasn't the best of ideas if she wanted to get dressed anytime soon.

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to steal herself against his touch, making her release a sharp gasp of surprise.

Zim really liked that noise and it was made clear by how he began massaging them, biting her neck and licking the nips afterward. Gaz was unable to hold back her noises of pleasure as he continued, Zim groaning back at every noise she made.

"Zim," She tried to say his name severely, to get him to stop, but it came out as a moan.

He chuckled, obviously pleased. He spun her around, pinning her up against the wall with only his body, his arms wrapping around her slim waist. His tongue slipped into her mouth, lips against hers as he pulled more noises from her. When he broke to give her air and began nipping her collarbone instead, Gaz forced the haze from her mind and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Aren't we . . . expecting . . . a call?" She hissed, gritting her teeth to try and ignore the pleasure she was receiving and focus on the call they would be getting in a few hours.

"That's ages from now!" Zim insisted, never relenting from his pursuit to tease her skin, creating little love bites all up her neck and down to her shoulder. "We have plenty of time to before they call. Besides, we're already naked."

"If you keep thinking like that, we'll never get dressed." She insisted dryly, rolling her eyes as she predicted his next words.

Zim's head snapped up, a brow rising with a vile smirk. "And what is wrong with that?"

"For starters, you'll piss of your leaders." Gaz replied, glaring at him. It was rather hard to do when there was heat pooling between her bare legs but she refused to squirm. "Not the best way to start off the morning."

"No, you are correct." Zim's smile temporarily dropped from his face as he nodded. But then he grinned at her, a smile twice as large as his last. "We've already done that. However I would very much like to do it again."

"Ha ha," Gaz smirked, regaining her composure as she pushed away from him. "Very funny. But I'm serious, Zim. We'll have time for that once we get off the call with the Tallest."

He pouted, but it was clear he knew that every bit as much as she did.

"It won't be the same," he replied, sighing over-dramatically. "But I suppose if you insist on denying me your perfection of a body-."

He was interrupted by her throwing a rejected shirt in his face.


Tak tried to ignore Dib still holding her in the car. She had to repeatedly remind herself that this was the image she was playing now and besides, she was far too weak to really make much of a protest anyways. MiMi was tending to her wounds but there was nothing her robot companion could do about her energy levels. And Dib wasn't even really holding her, she was just leaning on him, sitting on her own seat, eyes drooping with the exhaustion she fought against. Tak was determined to stay awake until she knew wherever the hell they were going.

"So, Tak," one of the men said casually. "Where do you come from?"

It took her a moment to remember all of her past cover story. However they attributed it to trauma and exhaustion, an unappealing mix. "My father is the head of the Delicious Weenie Company."

"Why didn't he file a missing persons report?"

"You'd have to ask him," Tak yawned, then cut off with a hiss as MiMi tended to a cut on her collarbone, made by one of Zim's appendages. "He never liked me much anyways and forgot about me a lot though, since he was always working. Really it doesn't surprise me."

"The aliens probably made sure she wouldn't be missed." Dib added, a careful amount of sympathy in his voice. "I'm sure if you find her dad his brain has been wiped clean of any memory of her, though. Geez, Tak, I really am sorry for not noticing."

"Stop saying that," she insisted, irritated, as if he'd said it a million times already. "It was hardly your fault."

"Do you know why they picked you?" The agent asked.

Tak still couldn't help but shy away from these men that would harm her if her secret was revealed. But it was alright, because it made sense to her cover story as well. "No. Nobody ever told me anything, just that I should be proud to have been chosen."

She shuddered, glancing up at Dib to see if she'd overdone it. He smiled at her.

Apparently not.

"You should rest," He suggested. "You look tired."

Tak should her head sternly, the first not-weak thing she'd done so far. "I've been up and working when I was worse. Besides, I want to see where we're going."

"You won't anyways," the man replied. "We drive through underground tunnels past a certain point."

Tak scowled and sighed, glancing at MiMi warily.

"We won't touch her again, don't worry." The agent assured her, under the impression she was worried about her 'cat'.

MiMi shot him a death-glare, as if saying, "You'd better not!"

Tak reached up and stroked her cat, motioning her forward.

"MiMi," she said in murmured Irken, stroking her SIR unit's face gently. "Keep an eye on things while I rest and inform me of what I miss. Try to decipher our location without alerting these men of what you're doing"

The man's brow rose at her soft-spoken tone. "What did you say to her?"

"I told her to relax and do what she can while I'm sleeping," Tak replied smoothly, yawning again as her eyes drooped. "She's going to keep an eye on me while I rest . . ."

Her eyes drooped fully and Dib watched with surprise as she rested her head on his chest, falling completely asleep. Her slow breathing was the only thing in the car. MiMi's eyes darted to Dib, then to the agents, before resting protectively on Tak and Dib.

"She seems to like you," the agent noted.

Dib wasn't sure which one he was talking about; MiMi, or Tak. "The cat or her?"

"Both of them, but I was referring to the girl."

He almost blew his cover then by laughing. Tak liking him? Yeah, right. "She's familiar with me. We weren't great friends, but she was the first friend I'd ever had when I was a kid. I remember her, I'm just surprised she remembers me."

"Do you trust her?"

"More then Gaz," Dib admitted bitterly. "Do you see what Zim did to her when she got into a fight with him? When Gaz and Zim fought, they made out and Zim saved her. Tak got the crap beat out of her trying to kill him. I think I was just avoiding what I already knew but with Tak, I know she never wanted this."

The man nodded. "But she was raised by the Irken Empire. Don't you think she'd have some allegiance to them?"

"Trained, not raised." Dib corrected. "Maybe, but, I don't think so. As far as I know, Irkens are immensely loyal to their Tallest. If Tak had converted and seen Zim's height, she wouldn't have questioned any of his orders to stand down and gone back to her cell. But she fought him instead. I think that just kind of says she was waiting for the opportunity."

Yet there was something Dib was unsure about. He glanced down at her, MiMi's eyes immediately upon him for the attention, and couldn't help but really wonder what her motive was. Tak had said she went looking for him, Gaz, and Zim.

But . . . why?


"So, your mission goes well, then?"

Zim had one hand on the small of Gaz's back, the other hand behind him. Gaz stood with both hands folded in her lap. Both wore unreadable expressions and stood erect, like soldiers. The Tallest seemed pleased.

"Yes, My Tallest," Zim replied dutifully. "Invader Skoodge informed me before this meeting that one of the seven countries called Russia has surrendered. That covers all the major parties on Earth, meaning the rest should surrender soon. I'll be sending the notices this evening and give them until the end of the week to respond."

"Oh, good!" Purple said. "That means you can be joining us on the Massive soon, for a visit!"

Zim stilled. Gaz was the only one who noticed his apprehension and she wasn't even looking at him. It was strange. Maybe it was that she'd been spending too much time with him, or maybe it was something to do with this mating thing, but recently she felt rather in-tune with him. She'd have to ask him about that when this call was over.

"But, My Tallest," Zim said nervously. "Leaving my post before I've conquered the entire planet could prove dangerous to the mission!"

"Invader Skoodge can handle it," Red insisted. "When should we be expecting you?"

"Eh," Zim hesitated, glancing at Gaz. Then he switched languages, speaking in Irken so she wouldn't understand. "My Tallest, humans don't do well in space. In fact, their bones deteriorate after prolonged amounts of time off of Earth. I'd prefer not to take Gaz into space with me, to prevent exposure."

Their eyes widened.

"Wow, humans really are weak!" Purple exclaimed in surprise, also using Irken, so as not to let Gaz hear him insulting her race.

"Precisely," Zim agreed. "And my greatest apologies, My Tallest, but I cannot risk the health of my mate by taking her to the Armada."

The Tallest shared a glance. A single brow on Gaz's face rose as she listened to this conversation she knew Zim was purposefully excluding her from. One of these days she was really going to have to figure out how to learn to speak Irken. Her eyes darted between the Irkens on the screen and the one next to her suspiciously, but she spoke not a word.

The Tallest smirked.

"Then just give her a Pill, Zim." Red finally said, looking away from his fellow Tallest and back towards Zim.

Zim's eyes shot open. Once again Gaz felt slightly irritated for being left out of the loop.

"A-A Pill, My Tallest?" He stuttered out in disbelief. "Y-Y-You'd be willing to let me give her a Pill?"

"Why not?" Red insisted, with a shrug. "We wouldn't get to meet her otherwise and we'd like to see first-hand the prime of what Earth has to offer. That little video you sent us of her fighting your army was fascinating. If letting you give her a Pill is what it takes to satisfy our curiosity, so be it. It's not like she's going to betray us afterwards or anything, like we'd expect with other species."

Zim bowed extremely low, saluting with awe and admiration in his eyes when he came back up to look at his leaders. "My greatest of thanks, My Tallest!"

Purple waved a hand. "Don't mention it. We'll send it one and have you come up once she's adjusted."

"Actually, My Tallest," Zim said, nervous once again. "I'd prefer to make it myself. Humans are different from most species and have a rather delicate inner system that reacts badly when handled carelessly. If possible, I'd like to custom make one, to ensure that she remains at least mostly unaffected."

The Tallest smirked at him. It was always fun to watch an Irken with a mate. They became infinitely bolder (but not too bold of course, then that would become a problem), especially when the discussion was a matter of their mate's well-being. The look in Zim's eyes, the loyalty and awe, made the Tallest feel pleased that even when they were being kind they were still forcing submission from their underling.

"Very well," Red agreed, switching back to their second language. "We'll send you the recipe so you can alter it to your liking and the ingredients to what you come up with if you don't already have them on hand."

Purple waved enthusiastically, making Gaz smirk a bit. "See ya soon, guys!"

The Tallest signaled to someone off-screen and they were gone.

Gaz immediately turned to Zim, a brow rising. "You went from a visit into space to cooking. What exactly did I miss?"

"I'll tell you later," Zim promised, kissing her forehead.

Her eyes narrowed. "No, you will tell me now."

Zim sighed at her stubbornness, leading her out of the room, replacing his hand on her back. "We we're talking about the Pill."

Gaz's expression turned to one of shock. "The . . . Wait, Irkens have a 'pill'?"

He turned to her, surprised. "I was unaware humans had one. Why don't you all use it then?"

Gaz's face was a look of complete shock and mild disgust. She quickly shook her head. "Wait, I think we're talking about two different things that have the same name. On Earth, 'the pill' is slang for 'birth control'. And while I wouldn't put it past you, I doubt you'd go so far in your boasting of your sexual conquests to talk about that. But I doubt that's what you were talking about, since you wouldn't need to make your own if that was the case."

Zim looked confused, stressing the three syllables of the new word. "What is 'birth-con-trol'?"

She sighed. Oh, Zim.

"Females take a pill every day so that when they have sex, they don't get pregnant." Gaz explained. She could not believe she was talking about this with him.

Zim's eye twitched. "Humans . . . prevent their smeets from existing? That's entirely barbaric!"*

"Well what do you Irkens do with your 'smeets' then, if you don't want kids?" Gaz replied, truly interested but sarcastic at the same time.

"Haha, silly Gaz!" Zim laughed, tapping her on the nose. She scrunched up her face a moment, but he ignored her reaction. "Irkens do not raise their children themselves, we're far too busy for that! Like I believe I said a few years ago, when Irkens mate, things are collected and put into cryotanks for hatching."

"You are from an egg?" Gaz's asked in disbelief, a brow rising. "Like a bird?"

"The term 'hatching' is only applied because we develop like a chick in an egg, much like your human worm-babies do. However, like I said, we are in a tank of nutrients to feed off of until we are developed enough to come out and be given a PAK." Zim explained, freely. Gaz eyed him carefully, remembering when they had first had this conversation and he'd refused to discuss this with her. That was still with the LEECHY, wasn't it, when she had been trying to distract him from having his fun with her?

How things have changed since then, she thought, his hand on her back briefly burning.

"Actually," Zim continued, oblivious to her thoughts. "Irkens rarely mate for fun. It's more of a breeding kind of thing. Like how humans breed dogs, so that they can be called 'purebreds'. It's the same with us most of the time."

Gaz snickered. "Weird."

"Thanks," He replied, sarcastically. She glanced up to see if he was actually insulted, but he was grinning, and so she paid her comment no mind.

Then she remembered the original point. "So then what pill were you talking about?"

Zim sighed. He'd hoped she'd forgotten. "A Pill on my planet is referring to the Permanent-Life-Sustaining Pill, the Pill for short. It comes in a capsule and permission is required from the Tallest themselves to administrate."

"Sounds a bit over-dramatic, but okay," Gaz commented dryly. "What's its purpose?"

"As it was named, to keep a life-form from dying." Zim replied back indifferently. But he was watching her face carefully as she looked ahead. He was slightly frustrated to find it was an unreadable mask and continued, hoping to be able to deduce her reaction. "A long time ago, it was invented to keep only the Tallest alive when their PAK malfunctioned, but it was later altered when one of our Tallest picked a mate of a different species. However, Irkens don't die and only age in maturity after reaching a certain point in their lifespan. Sure, years are counted, but you never look or feel physically different, like your elderly."

"Oh, yeah," Gaz looked up at Zim with curiosity. "How old are you, Zim?"

Zim smirked at her. "As an Irken, I'm still fairly young. Adolescence, actually."

"I meant in Earth years," Gaz insisted, suspiciously. "How many years have you been out of your little tank thingy?"

He laughed, "Do you really wish to know?"

"You avoiding answering me makes me have second-thoughts."

"Then when you are sure you want to know, I'll tell you," Zim replied, kissing her on the head again. "I very well may just be harassing you, you know. But back to the original point; the Pill is given to mates of Irkens that don't have lifespans like ours. It's normally used for the Tallest, but-."

"They gave you permission . . . to give it to me?" Gaz interrupted, guessing.

Zim nodded. "Correct. And I wished to alter it to ensure you delicate human system would be able to handle it." He paused. "But, Gaz, I . . . wanted to make sure that you . . . that you wanted to spend your life at this age."

She looked up at him, surprised to hear the nervousness in his voice. When her eyes narrowed at him he flinched and she looked away again, rolling her eyes and turning away. "If I didn't want to spend my life with you, Zim, I wouldn't have married you, convinced you to stay alive, and I definitely wouldn't have had sex with you. I also have no problem avoiding being elderly."

Surprisingly though, he still looked nervous.

"What?"

"You would . . . long outlive your family." Zim explained quietly.

Gaz stopped and Zim stopped next to her, fearful of her reaction. She remained quiet a long while, looking down at the floor and glaring at it in contemplative thought. Eventually she just smiled at him.

"That was probably going to happen anyways." She admitted, continuing walking.

Zim followed after her, holding her around the waist. "You aren't upset?"

She just shrugged. Zim knew then she was upset, if only a little.

And so he stopped and hugged her, tightly. She protested at once and he simply chuckled, amused.

"You need not hide things from your mate," Zim insisted, gently, putting his hands on his shoulders and holding her slightly closer than arm's length. "There is no point in me not knowing it bothers you but I will not push the subject, since it is upsetting. Now come," he insisted, grabbing her hand and pulling her down the hallway at a quicker pace then their leisurely one from moments ago. "You denied me my privileges as both your husband and mate earlier, I do not intend to let you do it again!"

The sense of injustice on his face made Gaz snicker.

"How quickly do you think that you can get this one off, then?" Gaz questioned as he slowed down, reaching the door.

She'd purposefully picked another dress that was almost too complicated to look at, let alone take off or put on. But she had managed (needing that hour) it all for the sake of watching Zim struggle with it later. He paused, his hand on the doorknob as it scanned him, glancing back and eying the garment that prevented him from doing what he wanted.

Then he scoffed and turned back, opening the door. "Two seconds."

"Without ruining the dress," She corrected severely.

Zim turned around and beamed at her, a wicked smile on his face as he pulled her inside the room.

"Ten."


Tak awoke in a comfortably dark room, MiMi standing protectively beside her.

She sat up, a blanket over her form. It was rather soft, surprisingly comfortable against her weak, sensitive human skin as she moved. However at MiMi's look of complete apprehension she tensed, eyes darting around. When her robot eyed her form, though, she looked down and hissed in surprise.

She was completely naked.

Thankfully the blanket had only drooped to her collarbone, keeping her disgusting body covered. Tak wasn't quite sure she could stomach seeing it completely nude yet. It was hard enough ignoring it while changing in the morning, let alone taking these things humans needed to do to keep themselves from smelling called "showers". Now she was waking up this way as well?

"Why?" Tak growled to MiMi, speaking in Irken.

Her robot didn't need any more of a question.

"They informed me it would help you heal faster." MiMi replied, though even her tone of beeps did not sound pleased. "The boy promised if you were not feeling better though, I could kill him." One eye widened, the robotic compromise of a brow rising. "Are you feeling better?"

Tak smirked at her robot's blood-thirsty, hopeful tone. Of course, she wanted Tak to feel better, but this was such a convenient opportunity. Thanks to being so intune with her master (as she was designed to do) MiMi was gaining a personality. A very cold one that did not like Dib apparently, but one that was starting to grow on Tak.

"Unfortunately," Tak replied, dully, holding the blanket with one hand and using the other to run a hand through her hair. "I would've loved to see you kill Dib simply for my sake."

"I'm sure the opportunity will present itself again. That boy is quite irrational. He makes promises that cannot be assured, risking his life for them." MiMi said with disapproval, her tail flicking out behind her in an irritated fashion.

Tak laughed. She couldn't help it. The only comfort she really got anyways was in her voice that remained unchanged. The only thing unchanged. "Most humans are, MiMi. Now, what did you learn while I was asleep? And who undressed me?"

"Female nurses. I was able to deduce that on Earth, genders seeing other genders undressed, even in medical form, is disrespectful. So I was able to insist that females treat you. Although, Dib was in the room."

"Oh?" Tak said, in her second language, brow rising, an acidic tone entering her voice as she glared at her robot.

MiMi corrected herself. "I made sure he faced the wall. A few he turned around to see how the women were handling you, even though I was supervising them closely, and he has a scar for each time he did so. Ignorant fool. As if I'm not fit enough to look after my master!"

"Any idea where we are?"

"My identifier has been blocked by some signal." Surprisingly, her ears wilted. Tak's eyes widened. Was this 'emotion' thing really starting to get to her minion so indefinitely? "Any time I try to track it, it stuns me for a few minutes. I tried for hours, but it doesn't desist."

"Hours?" Tak shouted, slipping out of Irken in her alarm. "Exactly how long have I been out?"

"About a day."

Tak's head snapped to the door that had opened, unnoticed, as the two females had been two wrapped up in their conversation to notice. Tak could only see their silhouette, but MiMi's hiss of disapproval was all she needed to identify the person in the doorway.

"I brought females," He assured MiMi, holding his palms up in surrender, stepping into the room and stepping to the side (facing the wall) to allow said women to enter, some of them carrying bags of liquid. Instinctively, Tak shied away. She just couldn't help it.

"Do you wish to remain untouched now?" MiMi asked, plainly, as the women had yet to actually reach the metal operation table Tak was lying on. It wasn't a hospital room, but this was what they had to work with down here, apparently.

"Give me a moment." Tak replied tiredly, her hand going to her forehead.

MiMi nodded and darted in the path of the women, stopping them dead in their tracks as she gave them deathly glares.

"I think that means 'back up'." Dib informed them dryly, having glanced over his shoulder at their squeals of surprise and slight apprehension.

"What are those?" Tak demanded of MiMi, the nerves in her voice going undisguised.

MiMi didn't answer, too preoccupied to do so. She hissed at the women, making them take a few steps back. Her tail flicked warningly behind her. Tak noted this with curiosity, glancing at her from the corner of her eye. Normally, MiMi did not enjoy being in hologram form. She wondered if the humanity of a cat was just more comfortable, due to her master's change, or that she was trying to remain as undercover as possible for the moment. Tak made a mental note to ask her about that later.

"M-Miss!" The nurse stuttered. "Your cat-!"

"Leave. Me. Alone." Tak growled, glaring disdainfully at the women, her eyes flicking to the liquid in their hands. She felt a wave of nausea overcome her and turned away from those bags, before she experienced vomiting for the first time.

"But we have to refill your IV!"

"Ivy?" Tak repeated, confusing the words as she glared, confused, eyes flickering between their faces. "What does an idiotic plant have to do with my healing capabilities? Are you using some type of herbal remedies on me?"

A woman made a daring step forward. MiMi stilled so abruptly that she immediately took two back.

"An IV is a way to provide nutrients and liquids without the need to go through your mouth, Tak." Dib replied, facing the wall still. He sighed. "Check your hand and try to keep your emotions under control so MiMi doesn't kill anyone."

The women squeaked with fear and MiMi gave him an inquiring gaze, glancing over at her master.

"My apologies for not informing you sooner, master." She said at once. "You were implanted with a needle."

Tak looked at the hand she had been using to keep the blanket up and froze, abruptly. Then her eyes narrowed and she shivered, completely disgusted, trying to ignore the fact that she was being pumped with liquid, directly into her human veins. She was thankful her squeedily-spooch was so strong, lest it completely collapse under these foreign medications.

"These humans," Tak growled. "They're so barbaric, MiMi."

"It was what was best for your new body. I can still kill Dib though, if you'd like."

Tak smirked, switching hands so she could examine the penetrated one more thoroughly, fingers wiggling as she did so. "A promising idea, but no. Not yet at least. We'll see how the rest of the day goes, though. With any luck, you'll get to make good on his promise."

"I see MiMi told you of our deal." Dib said, smiling, despite the fact Tak was debating about his murder with a robotic cat that seemed to both like and dislike him, depending on what was going on. "I'm assuming since I'm still alive you're feeling better?"

"Immensely," Tak admitted, but obviously reluctantly.

Dib paused, giving her time to gather her bearings. When he figured he'd waited long enough, he spoke cautiously. "Are you ready to be treated, or do you want to be sedated?"

Tak hissed at him at the same time MiMi did. His brow rose, even if he wasn't facing them and there was no need to react. Those two were so connected with one another sometimes it was almost creepy (but always unnerving). He'd have to ask Tak about it later, if someone at the Swollen Eyeball didn't end up asking her first.

"I'll take that as a no on the sedation. Is that a yes on the treatment though?"

Tak's eyes narrowed. "Turn around."

Dib was surprised, wearing a stunned and confused expression as he turned around to lock eyes with her. There was a moment of complete, still silence before Tak smirked at him.

"You looked twice, then?"

He flushed, remembering each time MiMi had glanced up as soon as his eyes glanced behind him, and then she was in front of him, slicing a thin line one his cheek and back before anyone besides himself was able to realize what had happened. He'd just been trying to see how Tak was doing! He hadn't been trying to do the typical male thing and peak on Tak while she was naked and being operated upon. Besides, there had been so many nurses he wouldn't have been able to see any of her body anyways.

Before he could respond she sighed, "Fall back, MiMi. These drones are simply doing their job."

MiMi did as she was instructed, darting to sit beside Tak.

From behind the glass, one-way mirror that covered the top half of the wall, like an interrogation room, the most esteemed of the Swollen Eyeball members watched the two communicate while the nurses worked. They were at an angle that kept them from seeing anything, not that they would've looked. They were far too busy to be stealing glances like teenage boys, even if Tak was obviously a looker.

And that was the topic of discussion for the moment.

"It's possible they're collecting the prettiest of the women on Earth to satisfy their desires." One of the shadows continued. "Little Sister is a beauty of a girl, or, a young woman now. Even if she refuses to admit or acknowledge it, her new husband certainly has by now. Especially with what Dib told us of the Irken mating terms. And with Tak, well, I think her experiences only confirm our suspicions."

"She hasn't made any accusations." One of them insisted. "It's possible her looks are just coincidence."

But none of them seemed to really believe that.

"Her attitude has changed." Agent Dark-Booty noted. Everyone was immediately attentive as he spoke, even if their eyes never left Tak, Dib, and MiMi as they conversed. "She isn't as shaky as she was when she arrived. In fact, she's rather bold."

"A bit of rest can do that to a person." One of them suggested. "Her brain has probably had time to process now."

"If only that damned cat would've back off, we could've done an X-ray." Said another, sighing in slight frustration.

Everyone's eyes immediately went to MiMi, who, surprisingly, was on Dib's shoulder now, flicking her tail rather harshly across his nose before darting back to Tak's side as she laughed. Dib held his nose, rubbing it in complaint. But he didn't actually look cross. It was like MiMi had lightly punched him on the shoulder, a playful form of violence, but definitely not a gentle one by the way Dib was tenderly touching his nose.

"She's probably traumatized." Dark-Booty insisted. "I'm surprised she's letting humans be so near her after not being around them for so long."

"Whose to say she wasn't?" A man growled, glaring at the cat as if it was the heart of the Irken Empire itself. "If Tak could be kidnapped without anyone having any idea, especially if Dib's suggestion about a brain-wipe was true, who's to say they didn't take more humans to try to 'train'?"

They all knew what he meant by 'train'. They suspected that the Irken Tallest, as Dib had informed they were called, were probably using humans to satisfy their needs, sexually, since, as far as Dib knew, there wasn't another female Tallest. And if rank applied to Irk, which it probably did, that meant that no other female was good enough.

The question was would another species, the best of the best, provide the necessary rank satisfaction?

Immediately everyone's eyes went to Tak, who was asking one of the nurses a question, it seemed, about what she was doing. The nurses. You really had to hand it to them. With all the stuff they put up with working here, protective cats and other things alike, it was shocking none of them had quit yet. They hardly flinched as MiMi zipped up again, at the baffling inhuman speed, nothing more then a blur of midnight blue, next to one of the women to hold one of the pieces of gauze a nurse was having trouble with. The nurse seemed to thank her, but of course, MiMi said nothing, as she, doubtless, didn't think gratitude was necessary for doing her job; helping her master.

"When do we question her?" Another agent asked, breaking the silence.

There was a pause. Tak's laughter was heard as Dib glanced over his shoulder, glaring at her, only to receive a warning growl from MiMi, who probably would have zipped over to abuse him again, had she not been holding the gauze in place. Immediately Dib turned around, in obvious pout to whatever remark Tak had made about him.

Finally, Agent Dark-Booty sighed. "This time, no mistakes. We refer to Dib about this. As far as membership goes, Dib has just been promoted to an official field agent instead of a volunteer."


*This is Zim, being introduced to what he considers abortion. Any of you want to bitch about it, go ahead, I will ignore you. But on Irk, smeets are not killed, they are all planned and placed into care upon conception. Imagine if you were him, only to find out members of an army (he was thinking about his species, not humans) were being killed off before they could prove themselves?

THIS IS DRAMATIC!

No?

Dib being promoted officially to a real agent. Will he be able to start a real rebellion now, without Gaz stopping him? Does he even still want to be a part of one?

Zim and Gaz, going off to see the Tallest. What sort of things do they have in store for her there? Will she be alright, or will this end badly?

Till the next chapter!