<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Xena</span></span><br/><br/>Xena smiled, listened intently to everything he said. She thought Dib was interesting. She had always believed in aliens, but never really tried to seek them out because she hadn't had the technology nor the proof to back up her belief, not to mention no one to help her look. She giggled at his questions, following him out the door.<br/>"Oh, don't worry. You don't bore me at all. And yeah, it's pretty dangerous if you do it wrong. Like my friends liked to do. I mean, aggressive spirits and aggressive people don't make for... Well, let's just say we didn't sit in a circle and talk about our feelings at 3am," she replied with a bit of a laugh at the end. She found it amusing to think about her, Nathaniel, David, and the rest of the group sitting around having an emotional conversation with the disembodied ghosts. "I mean, Nate got us a lot of activity by being sort of a douche to the poor ghosts, but most of it was negative," she added and smiled. It was a genuine smile, too; not like a lot of the smiles she faked around people. Dib actually made her think, not to mention make her feel accepted. All the other kids glared at her like she was a freak, didn't even speak to her. Dib was different. Probably because he wasn't an idiot like the rest of the class.<br/>Following her friend down the hallway, Xena looked around at the bleak walls and dull lockers. Wow, this school was dreary. That was another thing she hated about that place. She was a rather artistic soul and liked colour and flare. The only flare the sad excuse for a school ever had was when the chemistry lab caught on fire.<br/>Almost to the cafeteria, still following behind Dib, Xena watched one of the stupid boys in her class walk down the hallway toward them then turn into the lunchroom. He only took his eyes off her to look at Dib, his glare darkening a bit. Xena glared back at him until he was out of sight.<br/>"Fucking jerk..." Xena whispered to herself and shook her head. She hadn't done anything wrong--and neither had Dib! In fact, from what Xena had heard, it seemed that Dib had actually<span style="font-style: italic">saved</span>those ingrates on numerous occasions! Those neanderthals had no reason at all to hate either of them! Xena couldn't care much though, as they were idiots anyway. She wouldn't want to speak to them even if they were<span style="font-style: italic">nice</span>to her. She liked talking to people who were at least as smart as her, which was why she liked talking to Dib. He was very interesting, intelligent, nice... Xena smiled. She liked having friends.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Kit</span></span><br/><br/>Kit laughed quietly at Zim's unsureness on what to call her. Well, she wasn't human. And she wasn't quite Irken. She was growing slightly afraid, though, as now that he seemed angry there was nothing stopping him from telling the Tallest of her. She looked around at all the other students. No one at the table besides herself and Zim. Good.<br/>"Zim," she said to him after he'd moved. Her voice was loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough to hide the conversation from the rest of the lunchroom. "You're not a dumb human. You know the only way I can keep this secret is if I have your word you won't tell. You're the only one who could know, anyway, and therefore the only one who could tell. And you know as well as I do the consequences of them finding out. I'm not trying to stop... whatever you're doing, I'm just trying to keep myself in the clear here," she told him in a calmer tone. She needed to get him at least a little bit on her side. "Look, truce. Alien to alien. I won't screw with your mission or whatever if you don't expose me to<span style="font-style: italic">anyone</span>." With that she moved closer to his end of the table and held out her hand, knowing full well how much it exposed her skin colour. Damn it, this had to work. If not she was in deep shit.<br/>Kit's eyes glittered with sadness for only a second when she thought about what she'd said.<span style="font-style: italic">Alien to alien</span>. Zim was only an alien to Earth. He was only an alien to the humans, to the Irkens he was normal. Kit, on the other hand, was not only alien to the humans and Earth, but she was also alien to Irkens. She truly belonged nowhere and neither society would accept her. Shaking her head lightly, she banished the melancholy from her gaze and confidently if not apologetically looked into Zim's eyes.<br/>This really had to work... Kit's gut churned at the thought of being exposed. Dissected by humans, executed by Irkens... Which fate was worse?