Emma P.O.V.

"EMMA!"

I started awake to see the hideous gremlin face of my teacher Ms. Hopps.

"Sleeping again I see."

I sighed. She should be used to this by now. Math bores me to death!

"This pathetic human subject is utterly pointless." I thought slipping into my alien persona.

I tended to do that every once in a while. I herd a few children snicker behind me. I growled and shot them all a death glare that only made them burst out laughing. The final bell rang as everyone burst from their classes spilling into the halls.

"Have a nice day everyone!" My teacher beamed. She only glared as I past then when back to smiling.

What a bitch.

Walking through the hallways all I could hear was the sound of 800 middle school students leaving for spring break. But through all that noise I could hear one distinct person in the crowd.

"Hey green freak!"

I herd a girl call. The voice belonged to Micelle a snotty fashion diva from my English class. She always picked on me for my "horrible fashion decisions" like my Invader Zim jacket.

Invader Zim is the only thing that's been keeping me sane for the last few years. Or as sane as I can be. It's a cartoon that I've been fond of for a long time and it has escalated from just liking it to being a total psycho fangirl.

I've become a celebrity of sorts with my jacket. It looks like one of the main characters named Gir. A robot that always disguised himself as a green dog with eyes and ears on the hood and the words "Doomie doomie doom" printed on the back. I never took it off so everyone knows who I am but I'm only made fun of for it.

"Hey freak! The buses are made for normal people!" Micelle shouted as I headed towards the parking lot.

She continued to yell insults at me but I fully disregarded her taunts and got on my bus. The ride home was even worse than school. All around me were ignorant screams from the boys and the two girls next to me constantly whispering and laughing. I couldn't hear a thing they said but I knew it was another rumor about me living in a cave outside of town or some shit.

More and more students poured off the bus until eventually I was left alone in the front seat behind the driver. Soon we pulled up at my house and I practically ran out of my seat and up the driveway. I just needed to be home. Slamming the door behind me I breathed a sigh of relief.

"At least I get a few days away from that crap." I said aloud.

"Dee-Dee!" I called.

A small black puppy with pointed ears scampered from the living room right towards me. I smiled and pet her head. Dee-Dee looked up at me panting and she also seemed to be smiling. I smiled back and headed down the hall towards my room. Her paws clicked on the wood floor as she followed me.

I found a note taped to my door that read 'Last minute business trip. Be back Sunday. Love Mom'.

My mom always did this. I wasn't even sure what she did for a living nor did I care. All I knew is that every once in a while she has to leave and stay on the other side of the country for a couple days.

At least it gives me time to breath for all her over protective smothering. My mom was weird like that. One minute she worries about me being outside because it's a little windy the next she doesn't give a single shit about anything but her job.

I sighed and kicked my door open. Throwing my backpack down on the floor I plopped down on my bed. Dee-Dee jumped up and licked my face. I pet her again as she lay down next to me.

I sighed looking up at my ceiling. "Can't I for once have something go my way?" I thought out loud.

I pulled my backpack up onto my bed a rummaged through it finding my history homework. I might as well try to get something done. I read a few pages on the Revolutionary War and fighting for independence and all that. I started getting a little tired and closed my eyes for a second.

BOOM!

I fell off my bed in a startled panic as the house shook. I heard crashes and thumps along with a loud ringing in my ears. All of it happening in seconds. My head throbbed and my body ached. I just lay there on the floor for a few minutes. Eventually I was able to stand up on my shaking legs and see what happened.

It was already dark out. Looking at my clock I could see it was already 10:05.

"Damn. I was out that long?" I asked to the silence.

Dee-Dee ran up to me whining in fear. She stayed close to me as I walked through the dark house.

All around me racks of CD's and souvenirs were broken and toppled on to the floor. I slipped my black hightops on to shield my feet from the broken glass and looked out the shattered kitchen window. A cloud of smoke covered a small area of the backyard obstructing my vision of anything further than it. Dee-Dee whined at me from the hallway refusing to go any further. I could tell she was scared.

"Don't worry Dee-Dee." I soothed "I'll be right back." I was never sure if she could understand me or not but I talked to her all the time anyways.

I grabbed the fire extinguisher from under the sink and went out the back door.

I ran across the yard as fast as I could towards the smoke tower near the back. It looked liked something crashed. A meteor? I blindly sprayed the smoke and when it all subsided I didn't see a meteor I saw a ship. No doubt about it. This thing was an Irken Voot Cruiser. Like from Invader Zim. No not like Invader Zim it was Invader Zim! It was Zim's ship or at least the same model.

I gawked at the small but impressive ship for a few minutes before something clicked in my brain. Someone would see this if I didn't do something. Always being loyal to the Irken Empire even though they aren't the same species as me I ran back to the front of the yard over to the shed.

In the darkness I grabbed a large tarp some steaks and a mallet and ran back. I could now see the ship clearly since all the smoke was gone my eyes had adjusted to the dark night. There were scratches and burn marks all over it. The windshield was completely smashed to pieces and inside laid a small figure. It didn't take me two seconds to know who it was. Zim.

I dragged the small irken out of the ship and laid him on the grass. Then I covered the cruiser with the tarp and hammered it into the ground. When I finished I couldn't help but wonder why no one else even noticed. You'd think someone would be suspicious of a random defining noise and a small earthquake.

"Oh yeah! My neighbors are all at a house party down the street." I remembered.

Every year the same guy has a huge party over spring break and since I'm the only kid in the neighborhood my house is the only one that night who still has the lights on other than him.

"The music must be so loud that they barely herd the crash." I thought aloud taking a second to listen to what wub-filled pop remix crap they were listening to.

I double-checked the tarp making sure nothing suspicious was peeking out before turning back to Zim and he did not look too good. There was a huge bleeding gash on his head and blood seeping through some parts on his dirty torn up and slightly burn clothes. Zim groaned and shifted a little after I had though he might have been dead for a few seconds. It looked like he was waking up.

Zim P.O.V.

"Hey. Can you hear me?" I herd a voice call out.

I was surrounded in darkness mainly due to the fact my eyes were closed.

"Hey. Wake up." The voice spoke again.

I wanted to open my eyes and see who was calling me but my body was in complete agony I didn't even have the strength to open them. I simply lay there.

I felt something lift me off the ground and began to slowly carry me. Eventually I stopped and herd the creak of a door opening and what seamed to be a barking noise.

"Dee-Dee! Shush!" the voice ordered.

The barking stopped and I was carried farther inside. I was laid down on a smooth hard surface. I herd footsteps leave the room and come back after a few minutes.

My right glove soon began to slip off and then my left one. I felt a warm hand touch mine. Another hand rolled up my sleeves. I winced at the pain of the fabric rubbing on a gash in my left arm. A small cloth dapped my wound and another piece was wrapped around it. The same went for the injury on my head.

The hand touched my chest and I was close to screaming in pain. It gently lifted up my shirt and found the large bleeding cut across it. I was lifted once again and placed in what seemed to be a chair.

"Lift your arms up. Okay?"

I obeyed trying to ignore the pain. I felt my shirt go past my face and arms. A chill ran up my spine as the cool atmosphere stung my bare skin. The cloth wrapped around my chest as my arms began to weaken.

"Alright. Is anything else injured?" the voice asked.

My entire body ached beyond the meaning of the word but I shook my head. The voice walked away again and then came back. It slowly pulled down my jaw and stuck something small in my mouth.

"I just ask one more thing of you." It spoke softly. "Swallow this and try to get some rest."

I let the small object slide down my throat and finally managed to speak.

"Who…are you?" I asked.

I attempted to open my eyes but the light above me was too bright to adjust to.

"I'm just a friend. I want to help you."

A friend? I haven't heard anyone say that to me in along time and I'd rather forget about that particular human.

The voice carried me out of the cold room and into a fairly warm one. My muscles were beginning to relax and the pain was disappearing. Whatever the voice had given me was taking the pain away.

I was finally able to open my eyes in the dark room. A small stream of light came from the doorway darkening the figure standing by the door. It looked like a human female but my blurry vision limited my sight.

"Just go to sleep. I promise you'll feel better when you wake up." Her voice faded as my eyes closed.

Emma P.O.V.

I sighed and closed the door. I hoped Zim's wounds didn't end up getting infected or anything. Dee-Dee came up to me wagging her tail. Obviously wanting to see our new guest.

"No Dee-Dee…" I whispered. "We need to let him rest."

She seemed to understand me and walked away from the door.

I grabbed some towels and bed sheets and covered the shattered windows. Sweeping up all the broken glass and everything that crashed onto the floor. I picked up the bandages and painkillers on the table and wiped up the light pink alien blood that stained the surface.

I grabbed Zim's clothes and went into the bathroom. I had no idea blood stains were so hard to clean out. I used every cleaning booster I could find in the house until they were good as new and left them to drip dry. I didn't know what would happen to them in the dryer and I didn't feel like pissing off an alien that could kill me in a heartbeat with no regrets.

After a few hours everything was cleaned up and my weariness was beginning to set in. Dee-Dee was knocked out on her dog bed and the house was completely silent. I crept back into my bedroom where Zim was sleeping.

I couldn't help but smile. He was kind of cute when he slept. I slipped my jacket off and sat down on my bedside table staring down at him. I thought it would be best to keep an eye on him.

"He may be cute now but that's when he's quiet. He may be my favorite character but he could be a real asshole if he's awake." I thought to myself.

My head started to feel light and my vision blurred for a second.

"No! I can't fall asleep!" I yelled in my head.

I slapped myself to keep myself awake. I grabbed a pencil and my notebook and began to sketch. After about 5 drawings I put my notebook away and tried to find something else to occupy my time.

At about 3:12 I was bored out of my mind. I ended up nudging Zim's antennae by accident and he almost woke up. I couldn't help but ask myself what these things were for. I gently stroked one and Zim groaned and tensed a little. I hesitated but continued to mess with them until the point I was sitting on the bed and Zim started purring. Okay. That's too awkward for me.

I suddenly remembered how soft my bed was which was kind of stupid to forget but I was so tired. I slowly laid down for a quick rest…