Timeline: Takes place several years before my other story: A Planet Called Earth.

Summary: A three part series where Zim visits a therapist who helps him realise his true potential. Ties in somewhat with my other Zim story but can be read in isolation.

Disclaimer: I do not own Zim though I would gladly serve him. All people and places are being borrowed for this story and will be returned when it’s over.

Session One

“You may go in now” said the friendly woman indicating the doorway to her right. Zim got up off of the couch he had been sitting on and walked towards the door. It was a simple door painted white with a name plate in the centre which read ‘Dr. Wamsteker: Psychiatrist’. Zim reached out for the handle and opened the door.

Inside was a wooden desk behind which the Doctor sat patiently. Behind him was a large book shelf which took up much of the wall. The only other furniture in the room was a long couch which patients sat in. The Doctor himself seemed a plain looking man. He had pale skin and grey hair which was slightly balding. He wore a simple grey suit with a white shirt and black tie. His pale blue eyes were covered by a pair of glasses.

“Good morning” the Doctor greeted “my name is Doctor Wamsteker but you may call me Philip.”

“Err, hello” replied Zim, not sure how to respond.

“Now I understand this is your first session” Zim nodded “so we can look at this as an introduction. Perhaps you can tell me why you are here.”

“Zim is here” Zim began “because of that horrible Dib creature.”

“This is your class mate whose arm you broke?” the Doctor interrupted.

“Yes” replied Zim “that horrible human.”

“You dislike humans?”

“Yes, err, no, I mean, I am a perfectly normal human boy” Zim insisted.

“Most humans do not refer to themselves as ‘perfectly normal humans’.”

“But the Dib creature, he calls me an alien because of my… skin condition.”

“I had the liberty of speaking with this Dib at the hospital last night” the Doctor stated “he seems to be convinced you are here to conquer the earth, that you are an invader of some kind. Any truth in this?” he asked while peering curiously over his glasses.

“No” Zim replied quickly “the Dib creature is insane, isn’t that obvious?”

“Perhaps, or perhaps you are an alien.”

“Lies” Zim screamed “filthy human lies!”

“So I am to understand you started at the local school nine months ago?”

“Yes, Zim enrolled in this horrible school in order to learn about, err, stuff. That Dib, he is so… arr… Dib…”

“Where did you come from?” the Doctor asked “I mean, before you moved here.”

“Zim is from” Zim tried to remember his last geography class “Canada, yes… the icy country north of here.”

“Do you like it here in America?”

“It is ok.”

“And your other class mates, how do you get along with them?”

“They are ok, it is just that Dib.”

“You really dislike this person?”

“Yes” Zim exclaimed suddenly “filthy human, trying to stop my plans, as if such a large headed boy could defeat the Irken armada. The very idea of which…” at this point Zim trailed off into quiet muttering about Irken superiority.

“I know you’re an alien Zim” the Doctor said “do not try to deny it.”

“What? Alien? No, I am a perfectly normal human worm baby.”

“The real question is” the Doctor replied, not listening to Zim’s protests “is why, after nine months, you are still unsuccessful in your desire to conquer the earth. Perhaps you suffer from low self esteem?”

“Huh?” now Zim was just confused.

“You have superior technology and millions of years advantage on the evolutionary scale I’m guessing” the Doctor mused “so why is it that you cannot conquer a simple species like us who spend more time fighting each other than any outside threat?”

Zim said nothing, in truth he felt ashamed that even a simple human could see his flaws. “Dib?” he said at last.

“No” replied the Doctor “the problem is you. Only you can stop yourself from being successful.”

“Hmm” Zim pondered, perhaps it was him. He had failed in the past, even before he came to earth.

The Doctor handed him what looked like a business card “this is a friend of mine; she too has plans to destroy the earth. Perhaps you two can get together and share your ideas.”

“Thank you” Zim replied as he took the card and placed it into his coat pocket.

“I am afraid our time is up” the Doctor said “I hope this session has been helpful for you.”

As Zim left the office the Doctor pushed a button beneath his desk. Behind him the book shelf opened up and a young south-east Asian woman walked into the office.

“Do you think he will call?” she asked.

“He will” the Doctor replied “he is quite eager to destroy ‘human worm babies’ so I have no doubt he will help with your mission.”

“Good” she replied “I will tell our master that the plan has begun.”