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I figured with the Olympics around, why shouldn't I mention it here? Dib and Amy are given the job of explaining to Zim what the Olympics are… and why it is not a fight to the death... Set anytime after the Birthday fic.

Dib left my side to head into my kitchen to get himself a drink. I had been given the job of babysitting my sister while mu mum had to rush into work for a few hours. Although, despite being only eight years old now, she refused to believe that she needed a babysitter. So we made a compromise. She could go into her room and pretend that she was home alone, and I would invite Dib over and pretend that I was likewise. It seemed to work as I hadn't heard a peep out of her since apart from a shuffle or a beep of a game.

"Did you watch the opening ceremony the other day?" Dib asked tiredly as he resumed his place on my sofa next to me. As was the case with 4th of July, he didn't see how people could put so much effort into an event when 'evil alien forces' were at work.

"Naturally." I grinned, "It figures though, I move out of the U.K just in time for the Olympics to move in."

Well, as true as that may be, I still wouldn't have been right in the middle of the fuss. The Olympics were in London this year, so I would still be in a different country; but that was besides the point. Over here everything was in a different zone. America was between five to eight hours behind Britain, so we had to wait later for anything good to happen. Still, it was fun watching the events. Especially ones like the gymnastics when all I could think of was some of the stuns Dib and Zim pulled to get away from one another. Hmmm, if there was ever an intergalactic Olympics I know two candidates already. But the swimming was my favourite, and the fencing and archery.

I noticed Dib was eyeing my front quizzically. I flicked his forehead, "Eyes up here, dude."

He blushed and widened his eyes at me, "Oh no-no-no I wasn't…" he cleared his throat, "I was just, uh, your top…"

It was a blue vest-top with the Union-Jack printed on the front graffiti-style, "What about it?"

"It's the wrong flag."

"It's not."

"You're in America." He pointed out.

I looked around and widened my eyes in pretend shock, "Really? I thought I'd taken a wrong turn somewhere!"

"Ha,ha…" he said dryly, "I mean shouldn't you wear the American flag considering the occasion?"

"I'm British. Hence I shall wear the Union-Jack for team Great Britain."

"Aren't you worried people will stare?"

"You rave about paranormal entities to anyone who will listen and those who don't; Zim is green and frequently screams his plans from the rooftops; GIR often goes in public as a green and talking dog and I swear Gaz can make lightning storms when she's angry." I arched an eyebrow, "And you're worried people will stare at me for wearing a different flag?"

He opened his mouth to argue, but then deflated, "Fair point."

I smirked and hooked my arm in his, "You're not embarrassed are you?"

"Well no!" he insisted, subconsciously closing the gap, "I just was thinking that you, you know, aren't a big fan of people staring at you. Not that they shouldn't stare, I mean, - What I'm saying is you wear what you want and I'll stare but – No that sounds weird! I'm not weird! Am I? Back to my point, I'm not embarrassed I was just thinking about you and you're clothes. No I didn't mean that either I just -"

I cut him off by leaning closer and planting my lips on his briefly and pulling away again. His cheeks turned a little rosier and the corner of his mouth tweaked slightly in a sheepish smile. Of course I knew what he was getting at, I had a tendency to be a little nervous when all eyes were on me, but I was getting better. It came with the job hanging around Dib and Zim all the time. But it was more fun to watch Dib squirm every now and again.

"You know there's a muscle in your neck that twitches when you babble."

He tilted his head, "My Addams-apple?"

"No, right on the side by here." I prodded a spot just under his jaw on the right, the minute my finger brushed him he tensed and snorted with laughter. He looked anxiously at me, to which I smirked and repeated the act, "Ha! Maybe you'll think twice before poking me in the ribs!"

"Oh, like this?"

Damn it! I shrieked with laughter and continued to scrabble at his jaw sending both of us into hysterics. We kept that up until a stitch was forming in my side and he was gasping. All of a sudden, there was a loud hammering on the door, making us jump. I got up and answered it only to be greeted with an irritable zipper-toothed scowl.

"Afternoon, Zimmers." I commented.

He pointed warningly at me, "How is Zim meant to discover the meaning behind all of this global entertainment if he is constantly being interrupted by infernal laughter from you and your Dib-mate?"

"I don't complain when there's explosions and Irken curses from your house."

"They are necessary!"

Dib appeared at my side, "What do you want, Space-boy?"

"To demand your silence, Dib-stink! Zim is trying to figure out the meaning for the planets sudden gatherings and alliances. Pfft, not that you'll figure that out anytime soon…"

Dib and I exchanged a glance. He arched his brow, "You just told us."

"No I did not!"

"You did."

"LIAR!"

"Zim!" I interjected before this went any further, "If you want to know what's going on, all you have to do is ask."

"Zim needs no help from humans!" he insisted, but under that wig I could picture his antenna quirking with curiosity, "But to save valuable time Zim is clearly going to demand an explanation from you, Amy-worm!" then he noticed my top and took a step back, eyes wide, "You're collaborating with them! It's a trap!"

Dib sniggered and had to lean against the doorframe for support. I elbowed him, "I'll tell you something, I'm never wearing this thing again… Zim, calm it down, I'm not collaborating with anyone! Come in and I'll explain."

"You're inviting him in?" Dib asked, chocking on his sudden stop of laughter.

"Yes." I said simply, "He's not a vampire, Dib, he won't bite."

"No, but he will claw and kick."

Zim pushed past him with a warning glare, "Only when provoked, Dib-monkey."

Oh meow… I closed the door and flicked on the TV for him where they were showing the floor gymnastics and were starting to advertise for the beach volleyball. Dib arched an eyebrow.

"The volleyball isn't too bad…"

"Men's or women's?" I challenged, seeing the women lined up in their sports bras and spandex lined up on the beach before cutting back to the rainbow of leotards skimming through the air on the beams.

He flushed, "Uh… Well, I- ahem, Uh…"

I copied his tone and worried expression, "Uh… Well, I- ahem. Uh…" I nudged him playfully, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Well you watch the guys swimming!"

"I like to watch you swimming too and you me, so don't complain."

He turned a deeper shade of red and Zim snapped his fingers between us, "As much as Zim loves watching the Dib flounder like a plingyowl on a nishbon; I believe there was an Earth alliance that was due for explanation?"

Dib gave him a flaming glare. To avoid a scrap in the middle of the living room, because frankly I didn't feel like explaining a crime-scene to my mum when she returned, I turned up the volume on the TV and began my explanation of the Olympics. All the while with Dib sitting on the sofa looking annoyed with his arms folded. It was actually pretty difficult going into explanation for the alien. Not the part about explaining what the Olympics were, but then he wanted to know why and how it started and the significance and how it helped to improve on Earth defences and etc…

Zim pressed his fingertips together, "So… A selection of humans from each Earth colony competes for a superior title among their kind?"

"Pretty much, you're on the right track."

"And then they are deemed suitable to join the Earth defence unit and fight to the death."

"And you've derailed…" I sighed, "No, Zim, Earth defences and death are not included. It's just friendly competition."

Dib scoffed, "Sure because he's going to understand friendly competition."

"Nonsense, Dib-worm! Zim understands the pitiful term!" Zim folded his arms at the TV, "Zim had competed in similar tests in training. This is mere smeet-play."

"So do you want to watch the gymnastics?" I offered before they started fighting again.

Zim glanced at the TV with irritation, but then his expression changed. Behind his contacts, you could tell that he was slightly impressed by the achievements before him. Apart from fights with Dib, he'd never seen humans compete in such a variety of movements. The gymnasts were amazing. The bars and beams made me wince ever now and again. I'd made the mistake of watching the latest Final Destination film and as crap as it was, the death with the girl on the bars was the only plausible way to go and these people were coming a little too close to it for my liking. However, it still amazed me watching them on the floor when they leapt to impossible heights and flipped madly. What annoyed me though was the damn commentators. Every time they were saying 'oh one foot wrong there' and 'not their best show here'. Give them a break I'd like to see them have a go at this! What else was annoying me was Dib elbowing me every time U.S.A came up. I returned the gesture when Great Britain took their turn.

"Come on Team G.B!" I cried, fist pumping in the air.

"No! U.S.A!" Dib retorted.

"Victory for Irk!"

"Irk isn't even in this, lizard!"

"Not important, Dib-worm!" Zim looked at me curiously, "So when do they fight to the death?"

I deflated, "…Zim… there is no fight to the death. Friendly competition between countries, remember?"

Dib scoffed, "I said he wouldn't know what friendly competition meant."

"Friendly competition for Irkens's, Dib-smell, is when you mercifully kill your opponent after defeating them so they do not have to live with the weight of failure."

"So how come you lasted so long on your planet then, Zim?" Dib asked mockingly.

"Because I am ZIM! And ZIM does not fail!"

"You had to ask…" I sighed, then looked up again, "Hey look, the cycling results are up! Another gold for G.B, take that!"

"Well U.S.A won gold in the girls gymnasts!"

"What significance does this gold have?" Zim demanded, "Tell Zim the value of the gold!"

Was there really any need to shout? Okay, as he said, he was Zim, so what did I expect? This time Dib explained how gold was for first place, silver for second and bronze for third. It pleased the alien that the victors of the competition actually gained something. However this then led on to another little argument after a little question…

"So there is no prize after bronze?"

"No, it's just the three medals." Dib nodded, looking suspicious at the gleam in Zims eye.

"HA! The Dib fails to even get a bronze at life!"

Was that really the best he could come up with? Dib arched an eyebrow, "That was… almost an insult… Zim, you wouldn't even qualify to get in the Olympics let alone get a medal."

"And neither would you! The Amy-beast and her weak female structure would have a better chance!"

Oh no he did not! "Hey! You should see the women's boxing and judo on here, any of those girls would kick both your backsides! And so will I if you make another sexist comment."

"You call Zim sexy?" he paled, turning to Dib for help.

Dib rolled his eyes, "Sexist! It means you're not being fair to the opposite gender. And she's right, any girl on the Olympics could beat you up just as easily as I could."

"Unlikely, human!"

To prove a point, I flicked the channel over to the judo arena where the women were just about to start. I'd never been a fan of TV fighting, it just looked too fake. Not as fake as wrestling but you know what I mean. Dib and I watched in mild amusement as Zim paled even further at the sight of punches being thrown and people being thrown onto the ground with force. He took a step backwards and pointed dramatically.

"What kind of worm-babies are they! Such barbaric behaviour!"

"Scared of the 'weak female structure' Zim?" Dib mocked.

"Excuse me?" I challenged.

"I was just quoting him!"

"Now who's scared, Dib-monkey?"

"Hey!" I snapped, "When did the Olympics turn into a gender battle?"

They both paused and folded their arms like a child who'd been scolded before returning to the TV. I flicked over to the swimming, but that seemed to be making Zim squirm uneasily so I flicked back to the gymnasts. Things actually seemed to be going well, until Zim just chose that he couldn't let it go.

"And for the record, no human female shall ever scare Zim."

Okay, I'll play this game, "What about Gaz?"

Dib smirked and awaited the aliens reply. Finally Zim found his words, even if he did seem a little shaded on the cheeks, "She… does not scare Zim…"

Something moved out of the corner of my eye and a grinned, "Okay… but I know someone who does."

Both boys looked at me awaiting my answer, "Explain yourself, Amy-human."

"HI!"

"AGH!"

Almost on cue, my sister jumped up from behind the sofa and wrapped her arms around Zim's neck, pinning him in place, burying her face into his cheek affectionately. I swear sometimes Evie was like my own personal GIR. She just popped out of nowhere and was just as welcoming with strangeness. In fact she was attracted to it. Well, she was attracted to Zim to be specific. Zim shrieked and took part in spinning around in circles trying to dislodge the girl who latched on like a vice.

"What trickery is this?"

"Hi love-pig!" she giggled, quoting a term she'd heard him use before.

Dib clasped a hand over his mouth as he snorted with laughter, He looked at me with an approving glint, "You know, I've always liked your sister."

"Funny." I muttered, "Zim's always likes yours."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" both I and Zim chorused, mine casual his desperate.

Evie grinned, "Have you come to watch the swimming with me?"

"Uh…" Zim pointed dramatically at the window, "Behold, a pork-cow… thing!"

Why did I look? Dib shook his head pityingly at me as I face-palmed. Evie who was young enough to get away with it, glanced over as Zim jumped form her grasp and desperately charged at the door. From the window I could just make out his figure heading back into his house. Ah well, he had the information he needed and he even managed to sit with us for a while with little damage. I considered that a success! Dib arched an eyebrow.

"You know he's going to try and plan something for the next Olympics now, right?" his eyes widened, "Maybe he'll try and enter and infiltrate the system! Or maybe he'll create and army of athlete robots to gain mind control! Or perhaps -"

"He'll end up watching them with us again and asking the same questions after forgetting about them for four years?" I offered.

He gave a half-smile and shrugged, "Maybe…"

Evie came and deliberately sat in between Dib and I to finish watching the event with us. I noticed she was cheering for both U.S and Britain which to be honest, I didn't mind. America was part of out lives now, it was our home, why shouldn't we cheer for it too? Finally, Evie looked at me sceptically.

"Amy? Don't you think people will stare if you wear that top?"

Dib sniggered, "Yeah, I really do like your sister."

She held up a palm to shush him, "Sorry, I'm taken."

Now it was m turn to laugh as I gave her a high-five, "Yeah… I like her too."