A/N Please go easy with any reviews, guys D please. This is my first fic that I have done in almost two years. Roleplaying has kept my writing skills from getting too rusty but they still need some fine tuning. ANYWAYS, please enjoy and don't forget to leave a review ;v; I will try to keep chapters at a decent length but they may vary from time to time depending on how much needs to happen in the chapter and for how long the roleplay goes on for.

Also, in reference to the description, I will be making this story open to roleplay out new chapters and will take suggestions as to what should go down in upcoming chapters. Just send me a PM with your idea and we could perhaps roleplay it out and that will become an entire chapter. I will appreciate the extra help greatly because it will help keep this story going until I think it has reached a proper end.

Be warned, though, that if we do roleplay out a chapter I will edit it for grammar, spelling, and other such things. The person who roleplayed with me will be credited and allowed to review the chapter before it is posted.

And as always, I do not own IZ

He growled softly as he pressed a small bit harder on the gas pedal, the black truck's engine roaring as it sped down the almost deserted streets of the city. It was the middle of the night and he had been in bed sleeping when he had gotten an alert and now here he was, speeding towards a popular camping area, in nothing but a pair of pajama pants. His boots and other accessories had been left behind for the sake of time.

An Irken vessel had just entered the atmosphere and had, thankfully, landed the densely wooded area he was heading towards now. A trailer rumbled behind the truck to carry the ship if it was small enough. Thin, four-fingered hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he turned a sharp corner and started up the steep hill towards where the ship was. It wasn't long until he pulled up to an empty lot where he could park to go find the ship.

As he stepped down from the truck he activated the holographic disguise bracelet he now carried. Years ago the Irken had ditched his old wig and contacts for something that would help him to pass easier. He now sported long black hair, which was usually kept back but now spilled down his thin shoulders, brilliant magenta eyes, and much more human skin in a slightly tanned shade. He was still pale, but was not so much as to appear as white as a sheet of paper in the sun

He moodily trudged through the trees, a small device he had grabbed leading the way with soft beeps. The trees suddenly broke into a clearing after a few more meters and there, sitting in all its alien glory, was an Imperial cruiser. It was larger and more grand than most standard cruisers given to officers or Invaders, meaning only one thing.

Just as he rounded the side of the cruiser the main hatch flew open and a spider leg flashed past him, missing his holographic ear by a hair and embedding itself into the trunk of a tree behind him. A heavy-looking gun was aimed at him in the next instant. Behind it, propped up on all six spider legs, was one of the Imperial leaders of the Irken Empire. His ruby eyes shone in the moonlight as he took a couple threatening steps forward, his purple counterpart poking his head out from the cruiser to see what was happening but not wanting to get involved.

"Who are you?" The Ruby leader hissed, his sharp rows of teeth flashing with promise of violence.

The one who had dared come to hunt their ship down simply grinned haughtily and stood at his attention, his hands clasped in front of him.

"Don't you remember me, my Tallests?" He hissed, lightly touching his bracelet to deactivate it.

Both Tallests' eyes jaws dropped at the thin figure who stood before them. Zim, the failed and defective Invader they had banished, stood in front of them. He now came up to their waist, having grown a small amount since he was banished. The male had also filled out somewhat, giving him a lithe form rather than just bony and thin as he was when he was smaller. He was rather attractive now, the two had to admit, now that he was slightly taller and not just a puny sack of bones.

"No time for greetings, sirs." Zim said, stopping them from saying anything they were about to say, even though he knew full well that the two were speechless. He strode past the two and into the ship and was only stopped when he started for the controls.

"What do you think you are doing?" Red growled, grabbing the other by his arm.

"Getting you out of here, sir. Do you really believe that it would be a good idea for you to stay here for the Earth authorities to capture you? They are not so stupid as to not see that this clearly is an alien ship." Zim responded, to which the ruby leader bit back a growl and roughly released his arm, allowing the other to stride to the control console. "Zim will be taking you back to his home base. There you will be safe."

"Safe?" Purple scoffed as Red went to stand beside him. "You believe that we will be SAFE in your BASE?"

Zim ignored him and shut the hatch before taking off, keeping as close to the treeline as he could. The truck and it's trailer came into sight within seconds and it took several painstaking minutes to center this ship well enough to land on it.

"Out. You cannot ride in here while it is on the trailer." Zim commanded once he had activated the cloaking shield for the ship and opened the front hatch to climb out. The pair reluctantly followed him.

"What is this primitive, smoking beast?" Red asked as he stared at the truck in disgust.

"It is a truck. Humans drive it because they do not have ships or teleporters to use." Zim replied and opened the back door for them to get in.

Purple climbed in first, Red having to help him due to the awkwardness of it, before also crawling in. Zim climbed into the drivers seat and sighed tensely, the stress that from earlier returning with a vengeance. He leaned his head down against the steering wheel and shut his eyes, trying to get his thoughts together. If he had looked small compared to the truck in the first place, then he looked like a smeet sitting in the driver's seat.

His former leaders, who had sent him into exile nearly eleven Earth years ago, were now sitting in the back of his truck and their ship on his trailer. He had no idea why they were here. The pair had made it explicitly clear that they never wanted to see him again. That alone was a stab to his pride so many years ago, but since then the wound had healed over for the most part and he had begun to build a new life on Earth. In eleven years he had graduated early from Hi-skool and went to the academic level above that, the thing the Humans called 'college'. Ironically, he got a degree in astronomical science. Shortly after that he secured a job at the same place, replacing his previous professor. He had also gotten a mate, his childhood rival, Dib, and the two now lived together in a decent house. Dib worked alongside his father, now, but still pursued the paranormal whenever he got a strong enough lead.

Since he had gotten his life together everything had been perfect. Well, almost perfect. There were still some things missing, such as the Irken snacks Zim craved often. Other than that, though, he was perfectly happy living in exile. Granted, it was not the marvelous and famous live he had always wanted, but he was nonetheless happy and content. Now, though, now that was all ruined. His old life had come back to haunt him in the form of his previous leaders. Karma was a bitch, that was for sure.

The sound of his name being called pulled him out of his thoughts and he swung his head around to look at the two in the backseat.

"Yes?" He hissed, all but glaring at the pair. That seemed to put them off of responding for a couple moments.

"Are you alright? You looked pretty dead there for a bit." Purple asked while Red nodded in agreement.

"Fine, fine. It is just that it's early for me right now." Zim responded and glanced at the clock. 2:30 am. "Take the straps on the door side of your seats and pull them over your torso and click the shiny silver piece into the little box with the red button that sticks out of the seat by your thigh." He instructed, watching as the two looked for what was mentioned and did as they were told. 'At least they know when to obey.' He thought as he clicked his own belt into place and put the truck into gear to begin the drive home.