Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim.
Hello to those who are following me and maybe will follow me. This is my first Invader Zim fanfic.
I had originally wanted to write another one first and then make this one a prequel, but when the inspiration came I went with it.
For the record, I like Constructive Criticism. Meaning you cannot rip my heart out, burn it and then dance on the ashes.
I want to grow as a writer, and I appreciate those who help me do that.
Also, this story's rated T but may change to M. I'm still debating...
For the record I picture Gaz as more indifferent than angry.
This first part is POV, but it doesn't come into play until later in the story. So remember it. The rest is in 3rd POV.

Enjoy! ^^

I studied the purple haired beauty before me; no longer the child I remembered but a beautiful human woman. She was always different from the other filthy dirt children that inhabited this planet. She maintained the air of indifference to those around her over the years, but the mischievousness that occasionally graced her amber eyes when she opened them was now a fiery challenge of defiance to anyone who dared cross her.

She had a tall yet petite frame, at an average human female height; about 5'7 in human measurements. Long slender legs, a trim waist, full breasts, pale skin and short purple hair that framed her face. The long dress she wore enhanced her beauty.

I felt my insides turn into chaos; my squeedly spooch churning with unrecognizable desire. The only times I felt something similar to this was when I first arrived on this planet with every intent to enslave it, and again when I decided to take my revenge on those who had wronged me. But this felt entirely different.

Those desires I would call thirst; something easily appeased.

This, this felt like hunger.

She had completely captivated me, enchanting me with her fire, and I knew at that moment, I had to posses her.

I had to make her mine.

Gaz waited outside the gym for her brother to finish his workout, the music from her Game Slave the only noise at the moment, since she had just beaten up some stupid jocks who had attempted to flirt with her. She gave a small smirk, besides her Game Slave and pizza, in her 17 years of life; bringing pain to those who bothered her was something she enjoyed.

She wasn't short, but it was her petite frame that caused people to underestimate her strength. They often believed she was some sort of helpless damsel in distress that could easily be wooed and taken advantage of. A belief she used to get the upper hand every time she got into a fight. Although most girls would have killed to look like her, she didn't think much of her figure.

"Thanks for waiting sis." Dib said as he walked out. He still had the same hair style and clothes, but being 6 feet tall with a lean frame, he had girls falling for him around every corner. "That workout was refreshing! You should sign up for some kick boxing classes or something like that. You're really good at it."

"I don't need other people to help me practice, Dib." She spat in annoyance.

He shrugged, "Yeah but it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot."

She turned to him and narrowed her eyes, causing her brother to flinch, "There's only one other person who can take me in a fight, and in case you didn't remember, he left the planet 5 years ago. And unless he comes back, I'm going to keep practicing alone."

They walked in silence for some time, before Dib interrupted her peace, "I wonder how he is..." He mused.

Gaz arched an eyebrow but didn't answer. She wasn't willing to let her brother find out she was just as curious as he was about the alien who somehow managed to become their friend after a year of being on Earth. She was still suspicious about what happened that caused a sudden change in Zim; going from a egoistic and arrogant invader to a calm, indifferent yet still arrogant being who just happened to live on the same planet as them. She couldn't deny that the three of them had enjoyed each other's company during the 2 years they hung out. Especially when Zim had begun teaching them some Irken Military hand-to-hand combat, it also helped with the rivalry that was still there. But what bothered her was why he was suddenly interested in her friendship. He never paid attention to her before (only focusing on his rivalry with her brother) then suddenly he was spending time with her even when Dib wasn't around, giving her private lessons since Dib couldn't keep up with the rapid pace she learned at. The weirdest part was she felt a bit of willingness to give him a chance, making her all the more reluctant to let him approach her.

Despite that he never gave up, and eventually she found herself opening up to him. But it made her hate him even more when without warning he left the planet. The pain and inner turmoil he caused her almost overwhelmed her; nearly consuming her with emotions she had yet to comprehend.

"Hey that reminds me, I need to pick up my suit for tonight's party!" Dib shouted suddenly, causing Gaz to flinch in irritation. "The shop is in the same direction as home, so we'll stop by. Do you already have a dress?"

She snorted, "Of course I do Dib. I don't wait till the last-minute like you."

"Yeah that's true. I wonder what made Dad want to throw such a fancy party. As far as I know he doesn't need any sponsors, and he's not coming out with any new inventions or projects..."

"Maybe he just wants to celebrate the fact your head isn't likely to explode anymore." She interrupted.

"MY HEAD IS NOT BIG! IT NEVER WAS!" He retorted.

"Says you."

"My head has always been normal! I don't get why everyone always says..."

"Shut up Dib. I'm in the zone."

Gaz examined her reflection; she was wearing a long, sleek sleeveless black dress that reached her feet with lace that covered her shoulders and reached the base of her neck, long black gloves that reached past her elbows and black heels*.

Saying she was unhappy with the dress wouldn't be completely true, but saying she liked it was an outright lie. But she was willing to wear it for her dad, he had given it to her the year before, in case she planned to go to her Junior Prom (which she didn't). She felt flattered he managed to pick out something that was a bit more suited to her tastes, despite not really being home he did a better job than she had expected. It didn't make the dress any less annoying though.

She allowed herself a smirk, despite the dress being flattering, she was sure if any guys tried to approach her she would still be able to hand their butts to them.

"Gaz?" Dib knocked on her door, "Ready to go?"

She grunted in response and opened her door. Her bother was wearing a black suit with a deep navy blue tie and she noticed the suit didn't have any padding to make it seem that he had broad shoulders. Not that he needed it with all the exercise he did.

"Come on." She brushed past him, "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave. Even if it's dad's party I don't want to stay there longer than I have too."

Dib hurried after her, chatting endlessly along the way while she immersed herself into the world of her Game Slave during the ride there, only grunting every once in a while as a response to something he had said.

The party was everything Gaz knew it would be; completely and utterly infuriating.

Every guy there stared at her and attempted talking to her; only go get a vicious tongue lashing that sent them away with their tails between their legs. At first it was amusing seeing them leave with their confidence shattered, but after the 8th time, it got old, and she found it more difficult each time to keep her temper in check.

It's for dad... She reminded herself, I just have to put up with this a little longer...

She looked around for her brother; he had been by her side till about 20 minutes ago, when a crowd of girls suddenly pulled him away in an attempt to get his attention. She shook her head; he would never give them the light of day.

"Gazlene! We haven't spoken much since you arrived, are you enjoying the party?" She looked up to see her father, Professor Membrane, approach her.

She gave him a small, genuine smile, "Don't worry Dad; I know how busy you are. I don't really mind."

He patted her head, "Thank you Gaz, I appreciate that you understand the importance of SCIENCE! I'm also pleased your brother is beginning to see its importance as well. Speaking of which, where is he? It's getting late, you should head home and I would like him to go with you."

"He got dragged off by a bunch of girls."

Her father laughed, "Your brother is as popular as I was at his age! Of course no woman could ever steer me away from my true love; Lady Science!"

She playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"Go find your brother and head home, but make sure to call me when you arrive."

"Don't worry Dad, we will."

"Professor Membrane?" One of his colleagues approached him and Gaz left to look for her brother.

She walked around the grand hall for a while, trying to find him thru the number of people who had attended the party before finally spotting him in a corner talking to someone. Irritation flashed thru her; she could have been on her way home playing her Game Slave instead of searching thru a sea of annoying adults, irritating girls and stupid boys. She was going to doom the person he was talking to and then give Dib a good pounding of his own.

As she approached her brother, she got a better look at his friend and froze. If it wasn't for the green skin and lack of a nose and ears, she wouldn't have recognized him. Beside her brother stood Zim, laughing at whatever it was they were talking about as though they were life-long friends, not the frienemies they were years before.

Zim was much taller now, taller than Dib, and Gaz reluctantly admitted to herself that he was very handsome for an alien with such a lame disguise. He still wore a black wig but with longer hair that slicked back into small spikes**. He was not only tall, but muscularly built with broad shoulders and he held a certain air about him that made her stomach flip and breath hitch. He wore a black suit that fit his frame perfectly with a red tie; the jacket perfectly tailored to fit his solid frame and the pants only barely hid his strong legs.

Zim's eyes flickered towards her and she fought down a blush when she realized she had stared at him. He gave her a smirk in amusement and a small nod of acknowledgement, which she met with a challenging glare as he began to walk towards her with Dib by his side. Subconsciously clenching her fists as she realized his intention to say hi, Gaz decided she wouldn't give him any sort of satisfaction that he may have had some sort of subtle effect on her. She crossed her arms with a bored expression when suddenly a crowd of girls approached her brother and Zim, all of them eager to flirt with the boys. She took advantage of the distraction and rushed over, grabbing her brother by the collar of his jacket and dragging him out of the room.

"Gaz!? Where'd you come from? What are you doing? Let me go!"

She ignored her brother's cries and continued walking through the deserted hallway, determined to get out before Zim could catch up with them. "I looked everywhere for you Dib. Dad already said we could go home and unless you don't plan on sleeping tonight I suggest..."

"Leaving without saying good-bye little-Gaz?" She stopped abruptly at the voice, his voice, and turned on her heel, making Dib cry out in surprise. Even after all these years she still recognized it.

Zim approached them, his eyes on Gaz's face. "I wondered what caused you to suddenly disappear like that Dib. Now I know." His eyes moved lazily over her body as he studied her. "Are you the same little-Gaz who got upset and tried to doom Zim when you were not given the attention you wanted?"

If looks could kill, she was sure he would have died 10 times over, "Don't twist things and make them seem like something they're not, or the same thing will happen to your neck!" She snapped.

The corners of his mouth twitched, "You continue to have the same temperament, it's good to know you haven't changed too much. You were always fascinating as a child, but now as a woman you very alluring."

Gaz felt her blood beginning to rush to her face, "No one asked you for your opinion!" She retorted coldly.

"GAZ!" The pair broke their gaze to look at Dib, who was gasping for air since his little sister was still holding him by the collar of his jacket and shirt, cutting off his air-way. She let go, allowing her brother to finally breath, before turning back to face Zim. Her mind was in chaos; her senses clouded in some sort of haze she couldn't give a name too. She was strong, intelligent, better than the rest of the human race; yet she found herself struggling internally just from hearing him say her name. She wasn't some school girl who swooned over the most popular boy in class; she was Gazlene Membrane, a cold and ruthless girl. And no one got the better of her.

"Clever disguise." She said sarcastically over her brothers wheezing,

His disguise flickered then disappeared revealing his antennae and ruby-colored eyes. He still wore the same Invader uniform, but somehow it was more menacing.

"Better?" He asked.

She scoffed, "I'm surprised you don't try to blend in better. Too stupid to figure out how to use your own technology?"

"Gaz!" Her bother cried out, his face reddening in embarrassment.

"Zim only wanted to be recognized by you. Humans are a very stupid species after all. Although, you and your brother are rare exceptions." He replied with a smug look.

"Congratulations, you're now a blockhead instead of an imbecile for realizing that." She replied sarcastically as she turned to leave.

"Don't tell me you're not going to stay. Zim wanted to spend a bit more time with an old friend."

Gaz examined his expression; there was something hidden in his face that caused a bit of unease in her. If she could put a name to it she would say he looked like he was starving

She felt a small shutter go down her spine, "Hope you like disappointment, especially since we were never friends." She replied in a voice void of any of the emotion she felt coursing through her.

"GAZ!" Dib shrieked, glancing from Zim to his sister, as he desperately tried to find a way to end the argument without causing something that would result in him waking up without any of his internal organs.

Zim put a hand to his chest mockingly and smirked, "That was a harsh blow little-Gaz, Zim may not survive."

"Your voice is making me sick." She turned abruptly and left, taking with her his chances of saying anything else.

"Gaz?! Gaz!" Dib called out frantically as she walked down the hall before he realized there was no chance in making his sister come back. He gave a quick apology to Zim and rushed after her.

"I can't believe you said that!" He ranted once they were in the car, "You were beyond cold-hearted with him! Don't you remember all the years we hung out? Or all the times he helped us when we needed it? I mean, he's our friend! And he's finally back! You should be happy! You finally have someone around who knows you and can challenge you, but instead of being nice you're acting..."

Gaz pulled out her Game Slave and ignored her brother as he attempted to lecture her on about her attitude. But her thoughts were far from the little virtual world she enjoyed so much. Instead she thought back to when she had spotted Zim, he seemed more powerful; more dangerous and sinister about him with a certain hardness to his features and an arrogance in his stance that surpassed the way he held himself before. He carried a commanding air of self-confidence that added to his arrogance and declared he didn't follow the rules of others, only his. He had changed; he wasn't the same Zim from her memories, and she wasn't sure if she liked it.

Zim lounged in his temporary base, allowing a vision of creamy pale skin, silky hair and bewitching amber eyes consume him. He would've never guessed Dib's scary sister would turn out so beautiful, never had he met such a captivating female who was also so cold and ruthless. His lips twisted into a cynical smile; perhaps she could be more than just a pawn to him.

"Hi Master!" Gir suddenly appeared, "I got me some nachos!" He proceeded to roll on the ground covering the floor with cheese sauce while laughing maniacally.

"Gir! The Scary Monkey Show is on, go watch it!" Zim snapped.

"Yay monkey!" Gir ran to the elevator.

"Computer, clean up the mess Gir left!"

The computer sighed, "Yes Master." It replied in a bored tone.

Zim leaned back in his chair and began forming a plan; getting her to cooperate willingly would be difficult. He needed more than just getting her a new Game Slave or offering her all the pizza that planet Earth had to offer to make sure she would stay. Something that meant much more to her; something with unspeakable value.

The sun had begun to rise when he finally finished calculating everything. He had spent the entire night coming up with plans, tossing out the ones that were not good enough and strengthening the ones that were. Pleased with the final idea he had decided on he set out, determined to get as much of a start on it as he possibly could.

Gaz was nibbling on a piece of toast in her room when she heard the doorbell ring, "Dib! Answer the door!" She shouted.

When he didn't answer she got up and marched over to his room, "DIB!" She shouted again banging on his door. The sound of running water reached her ears; he was in the shower. She huffed in annoyance and walked down the stairs, ready to rip the head off the person who stood on the other side of the door.

"Hello little-Gaz."

Gaz stared up at the stupidly disguised alien as a mixture of surprise, confusion and anger swirled within her. He was wearing almost the exact same outfit as the night before when he had deactivated his disguise, only much more casual. Despite his casual clothes, he was radiating arrogant confidence as he looked down at her. The same haze that took her over the night before came back, along with the shiver that went down her spine. He was causing these feelings and she absolutely loathed him for it.

"Leave." She whispered menacingly, and proceeded to slam the door in his face.

"Did you honestly believe that would work?"

She spun around, caught off guard that he was not only inside her house but invading her personal space as he leaned towards her. "You underestimate Zim if you believe such pathetic rejections will keep me away." He lifted his hand towards her, brushing a few strands of hair from her cheek, moving slowly towards her neck, "Could it be, little-Gaz, that you are avoiding me?"

She threw her fist at him, narrowly missing his jaw as he suddenly jerked away, "Don't EVER touch me!" She hissed thru clenched teeth.

The corners of his lips twitched in amusement, "Always speaking your mind, you will give hours of entertainment to Zim."

Gaz raised an eyebrow, "Why are you here?" She asked after a moment.

"Zim is here to discuss something very important with you and your brother."

"You can talk to Dib without me." She crossed her arms and gave him a haughty look with an uninterested tone.

"Are you sure? You may find what Zim has to say very interesting."

Her eyes narrowed, "What do you really want Zim?"

His disguise disappeared. He was no longer wearing his Invader uniform, but a long black cape, black boots, a long-sleeved red shirt with black stripes that gave it a royal design and his gloves seemed to be longer as well. He looked more like a dark prince than an Invader.

She gazed into his dark and unfathomable red eyes as he leaned towards her. "Zim wants you little-Gaz."

For the record I had the longest debate with myself for this story. I wasn't sure if I should start when they were younger (which I did at first) or start with this.
Obviously this idea won.
I feel like I rushed thru it tho...
OMG! You have absolutely NO idea how long it took me to get the cover picture for this story done!
It took FOREVER!
*A pic of the dress is on my profile.
**If you need an example for the hair, look up: Invader Zim Manifest Doom
Anyways, Read and Review!
Till next time!