Arm: Heh, a fic that was based on a song, by me, and a little help from Leg…

Leg: Hey, how else would you somehow work everything out correctly?

Arm: ::sigh:: I love the Pokemon Movie Soundtrack… It's the ultimate IZ CD ever created… About 6 or 7 songs can be used for song fics for any couple, and then most of the others can be used as Gir or other character songs! Don't believe me? Well, fine then. I don't own IZ or any characters I used in this…

Somewhere, Someday

Zim glanced out of the windows of his classroom. He knew it was going to rain soon, and he didn't like it. Sure, he had bathed in paste that day, but he still didn't like the rain. It reminded him of the storm going on inside of him, the one full of doubt.

He was beginning to wonder if he should really be there on Earth, if he belonged there. Technically he didn't belong there—he wasn't human—but he meant belong as in the way Earth's society treated him. He doubted that he would actually do what he was sent to Earth to do, which was to take it over. It just didn't feel right to invade Earth now, since he's been on the planet for two whole years now. But he didn't want to let down the Tallest, since they now believed that he could take over the planet.

Zim sighed as he went back to his skool work. He knew all of it, but he didn’t feel like moving his hand to write in the answers. He felt like working on something else. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder, and Zim just turned around slightly in his chair and hissed, "What?"
This girl just handed him a neatly folded note. "It's from Dib," she whispered to him.

Zim studied the note that was placed in his hands. What was it that Dib could possibly want to say to him besides threatening his very existence? Zim shook his head and opened the note carefully, so as to make as little noise as possible. Once the note was open, it read:

Zim reread the note. He knew that humans usually wrote back when they received a note, but he had no idea as to what he should say. He never knew what to say in notes to begin with. Zim refolded the letter and placed it in his pocket. He would worry about it later, right now he had work to do.

One part of the note kept coming back to him, though; the part when Dib said he was starting to worry about him. Why would Dib worry about him? But it didn't bother Zim to know that Dib was worried, it actually made him feel better. And Dib was right; he was lost about something. The note seemed a bit incomplete somehow. It was like Dib wanted to add something, but left it out.

Zim grabbed a piece of paper he knew he wasn't going to need. He had to ask Dib something about the note and it couldn't wai—BRIIIIIIIIIING! Well, maybe it could wait since skool was over. He gathered up his things and waited for everyone to walk out of the door before him, he didn't feel like getting run over in the halls. Dib apparently thought the same thing because he was still there as well.

"Why didn't you write back? I know you read my note," Dib began.

"I was going to write back," Zim stated. "And look, I'll be fine. This is nothing I can't handle," Zim continued, but even to himself he sounded doubtful of that.

"You’re not too sure about that, are you? Look, Zim, let me help you," Dib pleaded lightly.

"What if I don't want your help?" Zim asked harshly.

"Zim, you don't even know who you are anymore. You're confused as to which part of you is the real you. You aren't the same alien that came here two years ago," Dib stated. "I want to help you find yourself again."

"Why do you want to help me?" Zim asked, looking at Dib with a confused expression.

"Because…because I miss the old you, the one I met that day in September," Dib answered. "And I want him back."

"You want the old me that wanted to take over your planet back?" Zim asked, raising a (nonexistent) eyebrow.

"Well, I don't necessarily want you to try to take over the world, but I would like to have the Zim that was sure of himself, who knew how to be himself, back," Dib explained.

A young girl (presumably younger than Dib and Zim) walked down the hall, her headphones for her portable CD player hanging around her neck. She was singing loudly (and actually in tune) along with the music. "Somewhere there's a field and river, you can let your soul run free. Someday let me be the giver, let me bring you peace. Somewhere there's a break in the weather—where your heart and spirit go free. Someday it'll be for the better. Let this bring you peace…"

Zim and Dib watched the girl walk down the all, singing all the way.

"That was weird," Dib said finally. "I wonder what CD she was listening to…" Dib mumbled to himself.

"Hn,*" Zim said as he began to walk away from Dib and out of the skool. He was relieved to see that the clouds cleared up and left clear blue skies for him to look at.

"You know Zim, part of what that girl sang was right. Someday it'll be for the better, if you were to just let me help you…" Dib began as he walked next to Zim.

"You're still here?" Zim asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, I still am," Dib answered, exasperated. "Zim, I know you think no one sees the weight on your shoulders, the weight of being an Invader, something you most likely don't want to be anymore, am I right?"

"Look, Dib, just leave me alone, okay? I'll be fine. I'll work it out by myself," Zim told him.

Dib turned to face Zim and blocked his path, determination etched all over his face. "Aren't you tired of acting high and mighty, Zim? That's just not who you are. Let me help you," Dib said. He turned from Zim and walked away, leaving Zim to his thoughts.

Zim watched Dib leave. He looked down at the ground and tried to figure out why Dib wanted to help him so much. The words of the song that nameless girl sang kept repeating themselves in his mind as well. It was almost like she was supposed to walk by them right at that moment.

Zim walked home, very deep in thought. Maybe…Maybe he should let Dib help him. Dib did sound like he really wanted to help him and wasn't planning on capturing him. After all, what harm could getting help from his biggest rival do? Okay, bad question. But still, it couldn't hurt to trust the human every once in a while.

Dib walked home, hoping that Zim would just once believe him and trust him. He didn't like this Zim that was wandering around aimlessly. At least the old side to him didn't doubt and wasn't afraid of certain things. Dib figured it must be because of something that had recently happened to Zim that caused him to be like this. Whatever the reason, Dib wanted to help Zim

Dib sighed. He still didn't understand why he had wanted to help Zim so much. He sounded like a fricken love struck girl back there, pleading with Zim to let him help. Dib knew he didn't really care about what he really thought of Zim, but still, acting like that will get him nowhere. He walked into his house, briefly glancing behind himself to watch Zim just for a little bit before shutting the front door.

"And where have you been? Were you bothering Zim again?" Gaz asked him from the TV.

"No, I wasn't bothering him. And why would you care? Do you secretly like him or something?" Dib threw back at her.

"Not as much as some people think you like him," Gaz said with a triumphant smile.

Dib rolled his eyes. That was the most typical response he could get from Gaz. "Who was the one moaning his name in her sleep when I went to wake her up this morning?" Dib said smoothly.

Gaz flushed at that and left to go play her GamSlave, muttering death threats to her brother. Dib just grinned happily to himself. He was getting better and better at that. Gaz used to be able to get him good when they got into those kind of contests. It just proved that years of chasing Zim had taught him to be more quick-witted.

Dib walked up to his room and sat down at his computer. He searched the web for something interesting to read. No such luck, not today. Dib sighed as he logged off. He wanted to do something. He turned in his chair and looked out of his window. He saw Zim out of his home base, looking deep in thought from his window.

Dib whispered something to himself, a part of a song he knew. He thought to himself, "Come on Zim, tell me what's bothering you. Let me help you. Someday you're going to hafta let me be your friend, Zim, and when that does happen, it'll be the happiest of my life."

Dib turned away from the window and headed downstairs. He was going to go grab something to eat when the doorbell rang. Dib got to the door first and was shocked to see Zim on the other side of it.

"What do you want, Zim?" Dib asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"You're help, of course, what else?" Zim asked.

Arm: * I just realized how Heero Yuy that sounded. o_O. Very spooky…My closet obsession with GW is slipping through into my IZ fanfiction… Not good. And yes, I'm ending it there. ^_^ Leave me a lone about it!

Leg: I asked her about the ending too… I just don't think the fic's complete!