Author's note: It's my first story (well, not really. It's my first posted IZ). I'm giving a warning. This is

a ZAGR. Don't like, Don't read. 'nuff said. R/R! (Some of it goes off the page a little. Sorry about that.)

Disclaimer: 

Roses are Red,

Violets are blue,

Me no own, 

So you no sue!

Happily Ever After

By GS2aholic

            It has been two years. Yep, two years since I had last seen her. Two years since I

 went to a bar for the first time to 'fit in'. 

            Everything from that day is kind of blank to me. The only thing I learned was that

 alcohol affects me more than the humans. One shot and I'm halfway into my own world.

            Here I am right now, on my way to Hi-Skool, pondering about things that

 happened in the past. They always taught us in Military Training to forget the past and

 pay attention to the present. But I couldn't help but think about her. What had happened 

to her, I'm not sure, and Dib wouldn't tell me. 

            Speaking of Dib, he has been more violent toward me, in the ways of both words

 and force. No matter how many times I asked, he wouldn't answer me, unless you think

 a nice punch in the stomach is an answer.

            I stopped suddenly. Damn, how I hated the images that haunted me so much,

 especially since I had no idea what they were from. 

            *Screen flashes showing a floor covered in clothes*

            I shook it off, and continued walking. I needed to know what this meant, but I had

 no clues to help me out. 

            I walked up the steps just as the tardy bell rang. It didn't matter to me. I was

 always late, drowning in my own world of sorrow and telling GIR he can't come with me.

 The halls were empty, except for the occasional jock who didn't give a damn whether he

 was late or not, knowing that he could scare the crap out of the teacher if he/she gave

 him a tardy. 

            I walked into my English class, the teacher not bothering to look up from the

 board. "Take a seat Zim," she said, her voice dripping with the curiosity as to why the

 boy was always late, but she never asked and she didn't intend to.

            I wasn't feeling very great by lunch and, knowing that the food wouldn't make

 things better, I went home. 

            As I walked down the street, the cold November air sweeping a crossed my face, I saw a figure at the corner of the eye. Thinking nothing of it, I walked on. Suddenly I

 stopped; something was very familiar about it. I turned and gasped.

          /She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene

           I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one

           Who will dance on the floor in the round/p

            She said I am the one will dance on the floor in the round\ 

            There she was, the girl I thought was lost for those long two years. It was sad how it all had ended, I really loved her, but the relationship was getting entangled in my work.

 I never thought she would take it so hard. In fact, it was the next day the she

 disappeared.

*Flashback*

            "Zim, I-I need to talk to you," the 15-year-old Gaz said, stuttering slightly. 

            Zim took no notice of this, and he answered her, "I need to talk to you too, Gaz."

            "You can go first," she said, wondering what he was going to say, and wondering

 how she was going to say what she wanted.

            "This isn't working out Gaz," Zim said quietly. "Everything is interfering with the

 work." 

            "But Zim, I…"

            "You can't change my mind. I've thought about this a lot. I love you very much,

 but the Tallests would be pissed to find out I was dating someone on the enemy planet."

            "This never bothered you before," She protested angrily. Why is he doing this

 to me? she thought.

            "I'm sorry Gaz, but I have to let you go…" He said. He kissed her on the cheek

 and walked away, leaving the angry and hurt Gaz on the street. 

            The next day she didn't come to skool. Days turned in to months, which, in turn, turned into years. 

*End Flashback* 

            /She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene

            Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one

            Who will dance on the floor in the round\

            That day still haunted me; and soon after I regretted it. But maybe now I could

 wash away the guilt and pain that followed me everywhere after that day.

            My eyes followed her as she walked down the street, her shiny mid-back length 

purple hair moving side to side as she walked. Her black dress seemed to float in the air 

as her black shoes lightly left footprints in the snow.

            I couldn't let her go. Now was a good a time as any to apologize, I decided. I ran 

acrossed the street, missing a car only by inches.

            "Gaz," I yelled as I made my way toward her. She slowly turned her head.

            /People always told me be careful of what you do

            And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts

            And mother always told me be careful of who you love

            And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth\

               When she saw me she began to walk faster. I couldn't believe it. All this time

 apart and she still held a grudge against me for what happened two years ago.

*Screen flashes to show a contrast of green and pale white skin*

               I ignored the image and jogged after her. She stopped suddenly and looked at

 me as I, too, skidded to a stop in the snow.

            "Go away Zim," she said quietly, her voice cracking slightly. "Just leave me 

alone."

            I was puzzled. I had never heard her like this before. I couldn't leave, not know, 

not when the curiosity was making my whole body ache.

            "Answer me this first Gaz: Why were you gone so long? What happened?" I said 

encouraging her to talk as my body yearned to hear her voice again.                 

            /Billie Jean is not my lover

            She's just a girl who claims that I am the one

            But the kid is not my son

            She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son\

            "Let's take a walk, Zim," She said as she turned her head to look at the ground. 

"We have a lot to talk about."

            I immediately agreed and we began walking down the street. 

            "Do you remember that night at the bar two years ago?" She asked when she 

finally spoke.

            "Only vaguely, but what does that have to do with anything?"

            Gaz sighed. "I remember what happened. That was the best night of my life Zim, 

and you ruined it when you broke up with me."

            I raised an eyebrow, wondering how this all fit together. All was quiet as I tried to 

put the soggy pieces together, wondering why the images were all blurred and hard to 

place.

*Screen flashes to show two dark figures kissing*

           / For forty days and forty nights

            The law was on her side

            But who can stand when she's in demand

            Her schemes and plans

            'Cause we danced on the floor in the round

            So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice

            (Do think twice)\

            Gaz shook her head. "That night we were drunk Zim, so it doesn't surprise me 

that you don't remember. I had no idea what was going on. My body did the controlling and I just sat back and watched."

            My eyes widened I was so afraid to hear what happened next.

            "Things got out of hand and we went to your house. Drunken, tired, yet so full of 

life." Her voice cracked again, but she continued. "We went to your room. Put together 

the pieces Zim." She said as she turned her head to watch a passing car snail it's was by.

*Screen flashes to show Zim and Gaz, covered in blankets, asleep in Zim's bed.*

            I gasped. It all made sense now and I suddenly dreaded what was to come next. 

            Gaz pulled something out of her purse and held it in close to her chest. "I was going to tell you the day you broke up with me." She showed me the 'something'. It was 

a photo. "This is Zak."

           / She told my baby we'd danced till three, then she looked at me

            Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no!)

            'Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby\

            I took the picture from her hands and looked it over. He looked up at me, his red 

eyes identical to mine. Messy purple hair was piled on his head. He looked as though he 

had just woken up. His greenish tinted skin matched his space ship decorated pajamas 

nicely as he sucked his thumb.

               I almost laughed. But I knew that was not the best thing to do right now. 

           / People always told me be careful of what you do

            And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts

            She came and stood right by me

            Then the smell of sweet perfume

            This happened much too soon

            She called me to her room\

            I heard a sniffle and turned to look at Gaz. A silent tear slid down her cheek as 

she looked at the ground. It fell into the snow make a tiny hole in the dirt-polluted fluff. 

            I placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look at mine, she didn't 

resist. "He's beautiful," I whispered. I could always still conquer the Earth. No King

should be without his Queen and heir. 

            "I shouldn't have interrupted you. No child should be left without a father." I

 smiled.

            Gaz's eyes shinned as she looked at mine. "Do you mean…?" She began. 

            I nodded. "Let's raise him together." I brought my lips to hers in a gentle kiss and she generously kissed me back. When we parted we began walking to her house. If there really were such thing as a 'Happily Ever After', I would have to say that this is my

 mine.

           \ Billie Jean is not my lover

            She's just a girl who claims that I am the one

            But the kid is not my son/

End

Author's Note: I think that went rather well! Kinda mushy, but oh well. If you hadn't noticed, it's a songfic from the song "Billie Jean" By Michael Jackson. Please R/R. Flames will be used to make toast!