BAAAAH. Yes I know, I haven't posted in like two weeks or something but this time I have a proper excuse. Coursework, essays and a lot of writers block for this particular story. I am honestly trying to make it good, but everything I write for it I hate.

Which is why I'm trying to push to end it soonish, I'll have to see how that goes since there's an awful lot left to put in this.

Anyway, enough of my complaining, ONWARD DEAR READER!

The night sky. Huh. Who'd have thought it? Dib mulled this over slowly as he worked late in his office. It wasn't exactly something that was really on earth... but it was something at least. Maybe soon he could try and get Zim to start looking more earthward.

But he couldn't blame the poor guy for missing his home. If Dib was several billion light-years from his home he'd miss it too.

A thought suddenly hit him. Zim had never mentioned a family of any kind, he had never said he had siblings or parents. Was he an only child? Maybe he was an orphan... it would explain why he focused so hard on pleasing the Tallest.

He would have to ask about that... eventually. Right now he was too excited about the idea of finally making Zim open up. He could tell that his constant poking and prodding had paid off, Zim was less apprehensive about opening up and with a little more prying, he knew he could get to the bottom of his issues soon.

Dib was proud of himself. His greatest challenge as a counsellor was finally getting solved, after months of hard work and rejection and almost getting lobotomised.

There was a beeping at his desk however and when he finally finished trying to dig through the papers that were littered around him, he found his phone. He had set an alert on it to remind him to visit his dad and send him a present.

Good thing he had reminded himself, his sister would murder him if he forgot a second time.

He sighed however and looked to the work he'd already done. Not enough really, not nearly enough. He had tried to get work done during the rest of the day but interruption after interruption had stopped him.

Dib decided it might be best to just leave it until later. He was a genius, right? He had more genius related things to do... like catch up on his anime. What? He might be a genius but he was also a complete geek, he went to con's and collected children's card games and played video games whenever he could.

He used to play Arkham Terrors but he had yet to find a new group to play with since moving back into the city.

The young man began shoving things into his satchel. It was time to get home, it was getting colder and colder outside, warnings of frost were popping up everywhere on the morning leaves and roofs of cars.

He could order something for his dad online, it would probably be better anyway, he didn't feel like going into a shopping centre at this time. After discovering Zim, he had suddenly began seeing other little paranormal things jumping into his life and he was pretty sure that the local Walmart were hiring zombies at night to push the shopping carts back into place.

He'd have to investigate that one day... if he ever got the time off to do so.

Dib trudged out through the school, hunched over and zipping his coat up tightly. As he went out to his car he had to think what he wanted to move onto next with Zim. How could you make a young man stop hating himself when everything around him was insulting to him?

He decided he would have to re-enforce that Zim get himself some kind of hobby. Something creative, maybe he could make him like painting or writing or something. Hell, maybe he'd even introduce him to anime.

But what anime? That was a big question right there, as any fan would know.

He chuckled to himself as he began approaching his home. Zim was essentially a hyperactive child at heart, so maybe he needed an equally hyperactive show to get him hooked on.

Maybe Digimon? Something with collectable cards and videogames either way. Besides, Pokemon was way too mainstream, Digimon was for true cool people.

By the time he got into his home he was pretty damn exhausted. He was seriously considering taking a nap, even though he really wasn't a nap person. He was more of a 'drink more coffee' kind of person.

Of course, he had something else to wake him up when he got in.

"DIB-HUMAN!"

Dib almost dropped his papers as he felt something grab his shirt and throw him inside before the door slammed.

Before he even knew what was happening he felt a hand around his throat and he was looking into the deep, alien red eyes of Zim. "YOU LIED TO ME! TRAITOR!"

A couple of questions went through Dib's mind. Firstly, how did Zim manage to get into his house? Secondly, how did Zim know where he lived? Thirdly, what the heck was going on?

"Zim! Let me go!" Dib tried to struggle against his strangler, but he had forgotten how strong Zim could be when he was angry. It took some effort but finally Dib managed to shove Zim away and scramble back, panting.

However, he was quickly met with a laser weapon pointed to his head and a deep growl from Zim. "You betrayer! You lied!"

"What are you talking about?" The older man shouted back. He was not in his counselling room, and further more, Zim had broken into his house. He was allowed to shout at him.

"You know what I'm talking about! You broke our bond of honour! You told the world about me!" The irken shouted accusingly, gun waving in Dib's face.

Dib was pretty confident Zim wouldn't shoot him. Pretty confident. It couldn't hurt to try and calm down a little though, working Zim up into a frenzy would not be good. "Look, Zim, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. How about you put the gun down and explain to me what happened." He braved a smile. "Please?"

The alien seemed to pause, thinking this over and examining the look in Dib's eyes before his gun lowered slowly. "Very well, human, I will give you the chance to clear your name." He turned and marched into the living room, Dib watching as he went, and jumped onto the counsellors couch, folding his arms.

Dib followed after him, silently amused by the manner of which Zim just sat on his couch like he owned the place. Though he mostly just felt glad that Zim had gotten the gun out of his face.

The counsellor sat down and put one leg over another. "Alright, please tell me what happened."

"Some HUMAN knows where I live!" Zim immediately spat out. "I arrived home and she was there, standing at my door! No one ever comes to my door! And how she got past the laser defence system I don't know."

"... she?" Dib raised an eyebrow at this. "Was she my age or young?"

"The human was your age, she looked kind of like you too..." Zim trailed off as he squinted at the older man. "... she has your colour eyes. And skin. But horrible purple hair that looked horrible and she had a frown like a Rancor!"

Dib would have laughed if his blood didn't run slightly cold. "... it was Gaz... what the heck was she thinking?" He looked away, putting a hand to his mouth as he frowned in thought.

There was a moment of silence before Zim's voice cut through the air. "What's a Gaz?"

The counsellor looked up, "Wha? Oh, erm." He nervously put his fingers together. "Gaz is... my sister."

"Sister?" Zim raised an antennae slowly, Dib finding it slightly amusing for him to do so. "What is 'sister'?"

"Oh." Zim didn't know what a sister was? How strange but than again, Zim didn't seem to have any kind of family. Was all his race born without families? Suddenly Dib wondered if his methods of psychology would even work against Zim. His psychology was based on the very principle of the family unit but Zim had none of that. He had already been treating him like an orphan but now... this was something else altogether.

A society, a race, without family. It was amazing and yet, so worrying.

"A sister... she's related to me directly, we share the same blood, we both have the same father and mother." Well, they had a father, Dib didn't like to think of his mother. It reminded him of a childhood he had lost.

"She's your brood-sibling?" Zim suddenly leapt up. "So you DID tell her about me!"

"No! I only might have dropped your name, she doesn't know you're irken or anything like that!" He chuckled nervously. "Actually I'm amazed she found your home in just one day and without any help. She must want to see who you are considering I do so much work on you."

Zim's eyes narrowed dangerously before he hopped of the couch and began storming towards the door. "Very well, if she wishes to meet Zim, she will meet Zim. I will show her I'm a perfectly normal human worm baby."

"How about she comes here?" Dib announced, standing up. "I don't think it'd be wise for her to go to your home again." Actually he didn't trust Zim inviting his sister around to his home. Last time he almost cut Dib's brain out, who knew what he'd do to someone he didn't trust or even know.

Besides, Gaz could do equally as much damage if she got mad, which she probably would do.

The small alien paused, thinking this over before turning around. "Fine. I will engage with her on neutral ground! But I swear Dib-stink, should you reveal one tiny dolt of information about me." He pointed a suddenly dangerous looking finger at Dib and his eyes narrowed. "It will be YOUR head on the pig!"

Dib had no idea if he should take this seriously or not. He simply nodded, though inside, he had the awful feeling this was going to go downhill very, very quickly.

OOOH, so what is Gaz up too? Obviously she wants to know who Zim is... but what will she do when she finds out?

Anyways, references time!
'collected children's card games' - CHILDREN;S CARD GAMES. A Yugioh Abridged reference is always fun.
'Arkham Terrors' - Reference to Arkham Horrors, a great little role-playing board game which I love.
'hiring zombies at night to push the shopping carts back into place.' - A Shawn of the Dead reference, best zombie film ever made.
'Digimon was for true cool people' - Invader Griz Jau and Rel asked me to put in a Digimon reference, SO THERE IT IS :D hope you liked!
'frown like a Rancor' - Rancors are from Star Wars kids! The original Star Wars!

Anyways, that about wraps her all up. Lame chapter I know, but still, tell what you hated and liked and all that niceness. Thanks for reading folks! Till next time!