Hey peeps! More for you! The fourth chapter is now up and at 'em. I really need comments. Lol. Also, if you can get people you know to read this, I'll get more chapters up!

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Gaz finally ordered the pizza, with her utmost favorite toppings: pepperoni, sausage, and cheese.

After paying the pizza guy, she slammed the door and headed into the kitchen for a soda.

"I think those two earned some time for themselves... but only some. I believe five minutes should do fine." As she was about to open the fridge, she noticed something.. off. She grabbed the broom next to the cabinet and steadied herself. Something was in their living room, and she was going to find out.

Zim continued to eye Zora as she worked her way into healing Dib completely. Her talent was nothing to set aside on. A light luminescent pink light covered Dib's body as the cuts and bruises began to fade away.

"You have quite some talent.. for a witch." Zim's eyes never left the crouching females' body. Her features, even when not facing him, were still intriguing and wondrous to his view.

"Thank you. I'm almost done. He won't wake up so soon, but he'll be up by morning better than ever."

Feeling a little envious that Dib was receiving her attention and not him, he checked himself for any cuts or bruises of his own. Luckily, he felt a sore, stinging sensation on his back.

"Ouch."

Zora finished Dib's healing process and turned to face the disguised alien. "You okay, Zim?"

"My back is sore. I think I may have been injured as well. Can... can you check for me?"

Zora smiled and nodded. The Irken knelt down to the ground, crisscrossing his legs and started to remove his shirt so she can see.

As she went to cover Dib up with a blanket, he quickly removed his PAK. After many years on Earth, he found out he was able to live without his PAK on his person, but still carried it on his back during emergencies or when he went to school. Some habits never die, it seems.

"Okay Zim, let's see what the damage is..."

Her voice trailed off as she stared at his bare back, seeing large cuts grazing over. "Omigosh, Zim! You are hurt!"

She rushed to his side and began using her abilities on his back. Blood slowly trickled down some of the cuts, while the others were barely serious. Zim stayed quiet as he felt her hands running slowly up and down his back, feeling a burning then cooling sensation that came and went.

He closed his eyes, feeling the stinging and soreness fade as she closed his cuts. At one particular point, Zim shuddered as he felt Zora brush her hand past his lower back.

She froze, wondering if she hurt him.

"Did I hurt you, Zim?"

He smiled silently to himself and shook his head, "No. You have not. Are you finished?"

"Yeah, they're all gone now. Your back is as good as new."

Zim got up and ran his gloved hand by his back; its smooth texture fully restored to its formal glory.

"I wonder what's taking Gaz so long?" Zora looked towards the door, getting slightly worried.

Out of nowhere, a pair of strong arms pinned her to the wall. Zim had his shirt back on, and his gaze was set right down upon her. She froze as he kept eying down to her level. His gaze wasn't frightening, but it was indeed intimidating in a …. alluring way.

"Zim, what are y-" She was cut off by his finger resting gently on her lips. Without thinking, his hand snaked down towards her skirt.

"Eek! Zim!" She slapped him across the face, leaving a bright red hand print on his cheek.

A long silence passed by them, making Zora slightly uncomfortable.

"Uh, look, Zim... I didn't mean to-", she was cut off as Zim tackled her down to the floor. His gaze was somewhat the same, but a little more harsh. His voice, however, was more stern than his stare.

"What the hell was that for? All I was trying to do was take this thing off your outfit!"

He showed a piece of lint that was on her skirt. Zora blushed madly, trying to push him off her. It was no use.

"Well, then you could have just said so! There was no need to pin me down like that!"

Zim's gaze suddenly became darker, his eyes glowing ever slightly red behind his contacts. He lowered his face until her nose was touching his face. Zim breathed down her neck, making her shudder.

"Zim... that's... ENOUGH!"

Zora used her magic and chained him down, taking this as an advantage and rolled him off her.

"Wha-? WHAT'S THIS?" Zim struggled to break free, but it didn't work. He rolled all over the floor, wiggled, and squirmed with all his might. He struggled to no avail.

"I told you that there's no need to pin me down." Zora giggled, watching the Irken struggle with little success.

"Let me out of this! This is an outrage! I don't deserve to be bound!"

"Oh? Well, fine then." With a wave of her hand, she lifted the chains off him. Zim rolled over the floor before shooting up to meet her eye to eye.

"Don't you ever do that again!" Zim shouted, a small blush barely visible on his face.

"Then do me a favor and behave. I swear Zim, you can be such a cute child sometimes."

Zim's face flushed furiously. However, before he could trap his 'prey' again, both jumped at the sound of crashing furniture from downstairs.

"GAZ! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Zora screamed out, but no reply came. Zim grabbed her arm, heading out towards the bedroom door.

"COME! WE SHALL GO FIND GAZ-HUMAN!" They ran out, leaving Dib in his now 'peaceful' sleep.