Bold – Chapter title, point of view chance, important info.

Italics – Thoughts

(Parentheses) – Bez speak

Regular – Regular speech and the story.

Chapter 4 –Meetings—

Wren's P.O.V….

Rachel and I looked at each other. I still didn't know if this was a dream or really reality.

"Ok. Are we dead, asleep, or awake? Or just all of the above?" I asked her with a very confused and worried look upon my face.

"Uh... Um... I don't know. I didn't even think there was an all of the above option with this."

"But you're the Digiexpert." I complained, "You're supposed to know these things."

"I know about Digimon, hence the name Digiexpert." she replied.

"But, but, but..."

"No buts, I'm the expert on Digimon NOT aliens and other freaky crap of the sort. Anyway that's your department. I wash my hands of freaky crap."

"I own a department? Since when did I own a department?" I asked with a frown. "I've never owned a department before."

"Since I said so," she said with a huff.

I turned to look at her with a scowl and a small snarl forming on my lips.

We were about to get into another fight when the chief alien of the med lab butted in. "Excuse me. Can you two discuss this later? We are on a very tight schedule to keep."

I looked at him and said, "Yeah, whatever, as long as you don't stick me with anymore needles I'll cooperate."

"Oh we aren't testing on you anymore," It said with enthusiasm.

"Should we be happy, relived, or scared?" I inquired raising an eyebrow.

"We'll let you decide." it replied and motioned for two of the guards.

I looked at Rachel and sighed. "Like I asked, should we be happy, relived, or scared?" Rachel answered with a shrug of her shoulders.

With a few quick motions outside the door way another set of guards entered the room. They, with no respect to either of us, grabbed us harshly like before and walked toward the door.

Well we were walking away, actually, dragged away down through the corridor by our guards. Their stride was too long for us to keep up with properly. I was looking around and saw a glimpse of another alien walking the other direction in the hall we were in. It looked sorta familiar but I couldn't put my finger on the look of what it was supposed to be just like our guards. And any way I only caught a small look at it.

I was concentrating so hard on the other alien that I didn't pay attention to where we were going. When I brought my attention back into the present I was startled that I should have been thinking about where we were going. And me being me, without thinking, I blurted out a question.

"Where exactly are you taking us?" I asked looking up at my guard.

"To your quarters," It replied roughly, slightly startled that I had spoken.

"Geez. I only asked," I said poutingly. Then asked, "We get quarters?"

"All beings that show that they learned the language of all the known alien races get quarters. You are two of the first few to learn it." It answered without looking at me.

"So we are two of the first few to learn it out of how many?" Rachel asked from behind us. I could just hear the frown in her voice.

"The first few died within the first hour. So technically they're still waiting to see if you die."

"And how many were the first few?" I asked.

"Only fifty."

"Only fifty? Oh no. Fifty isn't that much. Why not go with a hundred! Naw, let's do just a few. Wait you said, and I quote, 'Died within the first hour'. It hasn't been an hour!" I said hysterically as what they had said sunk in.

"Yes, that is true. But we hope that you two will survive."

"This is your fault entirely!" Rachel shouted at me. "You got us all caught up on an alien ship."

"It's not my fault. I only laughed because of the gas!" I shouted back at her. "I didn't wake up this morning and think 'Hey! I think I'll get our whole school caught by aliens by laughing at some odd gas they pump in!'"

We fought all the way to the quarters. When we got there the guards threw us down and walked out. It was obvious they were quite tired of listening to our bickering. I stood up from the floor and brushed myself off. "Well then, they are definitely not getting a tip."

Rachel rolled her eyes and stood up herself while brushing her clothes off as well. She adjusted her messenger bag and began looking about the room. Our fight forgotten as we started walking around looking at the things in the room. We were startled out of our investigation when we heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" we both said.

The door opened to reveal two aliens. Both human looking with reptilian tails wrapped around their waists. They were wearing what could only be described in my mind as fighting uniforms that freed up their legs. This revealed some wicked looking clawed toes. They stood rather straight and were quite pompous looking.

My jaw almost hit the ground and so did Rachel's. Recognition of who these people were hit us like a steel toe boot to the face.

Toven and Vivadel were Reptivals of an anime we would watch often. Rachel had had almost all the discs to the series and we would always try to talk about the newest episode as soon as possible. Some part of us wanted to have one fifth the power that they did.

I looked at them and said, "Can you excuse us for one minute?"

I grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her to the far corner as far away from the door way as possible. I thought for a moment trying to bring back our native language in hopes that they couldn't understand us. So in English I said with excitement, "Do you know who these two are?"

"Yeah they are Toven and Vivadel. But I thought that Vivadel was human." She replied still startled at the appearance of two anime characters actually standing in the doorway of our room.

"In another dimension but not in this one it seems," I added. "And we just had to be captured by Reptivals. But why are they working with that other race? Is there an actual reason for it?"

"I have no clue. Maybe they have something the Reptivals want." Rachel replied.

"Or possibly they want a common goal," I muttered rubbing the side of my nose.

"Are you quite done?" Toven asked tapping his foot.

"Hold on, one more moment." I said with a smile as I turned to look at them. I then turned back around and my smile turned into a grimace as I looked back to Rachel.

"So what are we going to do?" I asked continuing in English.

"Don't tick them off. You know they can blast us away and or apart," Rachel said. "Or destroy us easily in any way they see fit. We're on their turf now."

"So in other words. I speak when spoken to," I whispered with a pout.

"You got that right," Rachel confirmed.

I sighed when we turned back around to look at them.

"So are you two finally finished?" Vivadel asked gruffly.

"Yes ma'am." I responded I said with a salute. Vivadel rolled her eyes at me but I could see the corner of her lips lifting slightly.

"Good now if you two would follow Vivadel." Toven said motioning to her. Then he added, "She will take you back to med lab for a checkup. And then get you something better to wear. You might as well be presentable enough to be interrogated."

"Oh boy," I muttered walking forward toward Vivadel, "I always wanted to be interrogated. It was always on my bucket list of things to do before I die."

"Well, it's a good chance that we will die before the hour is up," Rachel muttered back. "So you got your wish."

Elsewhere on board...

Narrator...

Zim sat up suddenly on his bed looking a little startled. There was an odd feeling in the air and his squeedlyspooch twisted in a way that signaled something big was coming his way. His squeedlyspooch had never been wrong before and this turn of events had to be something bigger than his capture. He looked around briefly to see if he could pinpoint exactly what was going to happen.

Frowning Zim laid back on his cot. He guessed he would just have to wait to find out what was going on. Let things play out themselves. Things seemed to work out better that way. A little less explosions and a lot more living. Personally living was high on his list at the moment.

So, as people have noticed I've added the Narrator into these chapters. I figured it add a little something into the whole story and lengthen it a bit more. But since this is in the Invader Zim section, it need more Zim! Lol So more Zim it is! And if my original readers are paying attention then they would notice that I have changed the aliens in this one a bit more. I wanted more original so there I go!