DO NOT FRET PEEPS WHO WATCH ME! I'm still writing on TtRH but this was finished first. XD I REFUSE TO ABANDON ANYTHING BUWHAHA XD
Written mostly by me with little clips from Chihuahuagirl88
Beta: Chihuahuagirl88She helped add more to the story as she beta read it ^^ I really thank her for that.
Basically it's an AU ZADR story where Dib and Zim meet in Juvenile Hall. Zim's got a bunch of disorders and Dib was framed and given a life sentence because he's the 'crazy kid'.

IZ (c) Jhonen Vasquez
Story (c) ME XD

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Chapter 1:
Cell Number 999

"Dib...eh, what's your last name again?" Dib sighed. You'd think that if he was going to get punished for something he didn't do, that he would at least get punished by someone competent. But no, there wasn't any one in this backwater town other then his sister and himself who was ever competent; Lord forbid someone pick up a book and READ. Or, if they must watch TV, at least watch something educational. Not even his father, the renown professor, seemed to have any idea about the weird things that went on in the town that seemed to escape everyone's notice. No, it was basically just him against the stupid, stupid world. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" The small time judge growled, pulling Dib from his thoughts. Dib shot him a withering, loathing glare before deciding the moron wasn't worth his time.

"What?" Dib snarled in return, rolling his eyes.

"What's your last name?" the judge repeated, staring at Dib as if he were the idiot instead of the one behind the desk.

"Membrane." Dib sighed once more. It really wasn't, but he had decided a long time ago that it was easier to go by his Dad's last name then his own. There was a long story there, not one he felt like dwelling on in such a critical moment.

"Membrane? Like the professor, Membrane?" The judge's eyes shone at the thought of the professor; everyone's did apparently. Dib's father was the talk of the town. Every day brought new cures and inventions. It wasn't as if these things were bad or that he didn't love his dad.

It just got really annoying.

"Yes...like the professor..." Dib mumbled knowing what was coming next.

"Oh, wow, you must be so thrilled to have the same last name as the professor!" the judge sang out, completely forgetting the case at hand in favor of gossiping about his favorite scientist. "You know he has kids, right? I think they're around your age. You might know them, I think you go to the same skool as them." He shook Dib's case file knowingly, and a few papers went flying. The judge ignored them, of course.

Dib groaned. How did he know? Because this was the response he always got. 'Yes I know his kids! I'm one of them, after all!' he wanted so badly to shout that at the judge, but Membrane had scolded him, telling him specifically not to. Instead Dib just nodded; it wasn't worth the trouble.

"Anyway," the judge said getting back on topic, straightening his curly white wig with a cough. "It says here you are charged with grand theft auto. This is a very serious crime."

Dib nodded; why bother trying to get out of this. No one ever believed him. They said he was crazy. He was surprised he wasn't in the nut house yet (not that his father and Ms. Bitters hadn't tried), but he just assumed no one ever though about that as an option. Now he was being punished for crimes he didn't commit. He had witnessed the theft and then gotten blamed for it. Oh joy.

"Well, I'm afraid the lightest I can give you is... Hmmm..." the judge looked over his clipboard. "Oh my...you're the crazy one, aren't you?"

Dib sighed. Here we go again.

"I see, so then, in that case I must request that you serve the rest of your youth in juvenile hall. Then you will spend a life sentence in jail. I'm sorry, but that's the least I can do."

"What!" the big headed teen exclaimed. Dib had not been expecting that at all. Grand theft auto wasn't THAT serious of a crime!

"Take him away, please." The judge motioned to some guards, who were standing silently at the back of the room. They came forward at his call and cuffed the speechless and confused Dib, dragging him from the room.

"Rotten, insane boy," the judge grumbled. "They should have put him away a long time ago."

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Dib struggled as he was led down the hall. Not that he could do much. The instant he had arrived at juvie, the warden had looked over his files; realizing that Dib was the 'crazy boy', he had stuffed him in a straight jacket.

"Now now, crazy boy," one of the guards dragging Dib babied. "you get to have a pretty little room mate while you're here, won't that be great?" Dib rolled his eyes. Why did him being 'crazy' (according to the warden) suddenly make him stupid?

"Idiots," Dib mumbled, giving up on trying to wriggle free.

"What was that?" the second guard asked him. This one was decidedly more stupid-looking, and therefore was on a short fuse. It didn't take much to set him off.

"Nothing," Dib growled at the guards; there was no point in being polite. He had life in prison, for God's sake!

"Don't mind him." The first smiled, and Dib decided that perhaps he was the dumber one. "He's just insane." Dib let out an exasperated sigh; why did he even bother?

The second guard merely nodded at the first, too busy checking the cell numbers to actually listen to his perky coworker. "Ah, here we are. Cell number 999." He nodded to himself and then to Dib. "Your cell mate's in counseling right now, so go ahead and get situated while waiting for him." The guards pulled out a loop of keys and opened the door, and Dib could have sworn he heard him say something that sounded like 'good luck with him'.

"Have fun," the first said, shoving Dib in, not bothering to remove the straight jacket. "He's quite the character, your cell mate." Dib sighed as the guards slammed the door, sealing him in to his new home. He was worried about this new room mate of his. Dib wasn't a hardened criminal, just a framed one; there was no way he could survive having a murderer or something as his cell mate.

"He can't be that bad, can he?" Dib asked himself, clumsily waddling over to the two beds in the room. The room was basically spotless, like it was a scene clipped right out of one of those fancy home magazines...if home magazines ever featured juvie cells that is. Except for a most likely stuffed green dog on one of the beds; its beady eyes seem to stare right through Dib, and he couldn't help but look away. Dib decided to claim the empty bed as his own, figuring that his room mate must sleep with the plush toy. "I guess I'll have to find out." Dib lain back and yawned. He hadn't noticed how tired he was until now, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Hopefully his cell mate wouldn't be back anytime soon.

Dib's hopes were smashed. Not that he really expected them to stay intact. He was almost out when a loud, obnoxious voice was heard on the other side on the door.

"-Oh shut up and open the door!" Dib grimaced at the sound of it.

"Alright, alright," the voice of what must have been a guard spoke. "You really need to work on your attitude, Zim." The sound of keys turning in the lock.

"Why should I? Zim will be out of here soon enough."

"Yeah, as soon as they find a cure for bipolar, OCD, and kleptomania," the guard said, uninterested, opening the door. The boy apparently known as Zim strode into the room then froze at the sight of Dib. Of course Dib froze at the sight of Zim as well- he was GREEN! Not green as in 'oh-boy-I-HATE-roller coasters-I'm-gonna-be-sick' green, but green as in 'You're-a-mean-one-Mr.-GRINCH' green! There was a lack of a few important appendages as well, mainly a nose and ears. "Oh wait, Zim! I forgot to tell you, you-"

"What is this THING doing in my room?" His voice was low but the anger seethed from him in waves. Dib stared in his half-sleep stupor. Zim couldn't be human, what ever he was, so he was most likely a threat-especially seeing as he was in juvie.

"That's what I was going to explain. See, Zim, you have a room mate now."

Zim was silent; he gazed at Dib and seemed to be grading him. Then he looked back at the guard. "ARE YOU INSANE?!" Dib jumped at the sudden change of temper from this Zim character.

"Now I know you don't like other people, Zim, but there were no other rooms available so-"

"YOU FILTHY STINK-BEAST! I AM NOT GOING TO SHARE A ROOM WITH A STINK BALL LIKE THAT!" Zim jabbed a finger in Dib's direction accusingly, allowing him to notice he only had three fingers hidden withing black gloves.

"Hey! I'm right here," Dib stated in an irritable tone, sitting up.

"SEE! IT'S TALKING!" Zim complained. Dib was starting to find Zim's way of TALKING in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS annoying.

"HEY!" Oh great, the green bugger had Dib doing it, too.

"I'm sorry, Zim." The guard spoke calmly; he wasn't really sorry, though, but his shift was almost over and he wanted to get the hell out of there. "But you're both going to have to deal with each other." The guard stepped out of the room, quickly slamming the door closed. Dib heard the key turn in the lock, sealing the two of them inside before Zim slammed in to the door uselessly.

"STOP, NO, LET ME OUT! HE'S GOING TO RUIN EVERYTHING!" The guard didn't respond. Dib figured he had left the side of the door to wherever the guards hung out. Probably making little voodoo dolls to torture the inmates with. Zim turned around glaring at Dib.

"Um...Hi." Dib said, unsure of what else to say to Zim.

Zim's eye's narrowed further, and Dib was pretty sure that before long the kid's eyes would be closed with narroweditis or something. "Get out."

"I can't, the door's locked, remember?" Dib rolled his eyes before glaring back at Zim.

"MY BED! GET OUT OF MY BED!" Zim screeched at Dib, lunging and shoving the poor boy, causing Dib to fall off of the bed in question.

"What do you mean?!" Dib snarled, trying to stand up (an almost impossible task, thanks to the straight jacket). "I though that was your bed." Dib nodded at the bed with the green dog toy on it.

"No, that's Gir's bed," Zim said in a rather childish tone, knocking Dib over again and busying himself, trying to smooth out the wrinkles Dib had made on the sheets.

"Then where do I sleep?" Dib asked, narrowing his eyes at Zim (another thing the green freak seemed to be infecting him with); and people called him crazy.

"On the floor." Zim shoved Dib away from the beds and into the corner. "And I better not hear a peep out of you while I'm here." If Dib had gotten a better look at Zim, he would have noticed that the twisted Jolly Green Giant wannabe was smirking.

Dib grumbled, but curled up in the corner the best he could while wearing a straight jacket. He glared at Zim as the green 'thing' pet the head of the funky-looking dog toy. Zim then left the room to get dressed before returning to curl up in his own bed and fall asleep. Dib scooted around some more trying to get comfortable in the cramped corner. "Nice to meet you too, lima bean."

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