To anyone who hadn't read my story "Trouble is Brewing" It will set up this sequel. It shows Helga still dealing with what Brainy has done. They are both 28 in this story now. I've written some things I never wrote before in a few of my chapters so that is why I also listed it as 'Supernatural.' You'll see and I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold
Two years after Helga disappeared from Hillwood he was greeted in the morning by heading into his grandparents bedroom to find them passed away. It was such a bittersweet scene to find them both embracing with small smiles playing on their faces. He knew this is how they wanted it so it was hard to truly be sad about it. That was their closure. They loved him and his now unmissing parents who returned a year prior. They got what they most desired: Their family back together.
At the time of the funeral, Helga didn't show even when Phoebe assured him she sent a message along to her. In a way he couldn't blame her since people still talked about, Brainy. He only was given a couple messages till he received no more. Phoebe assured him not to take it personal when Helga was still seriously trying to get better. At times even Phoebe didn't receive a message. All he knew was that she was in Alaska with Olga and Olga's husband, Nevel. Also that she was still going through lots of therapy. He hated Brainy for what he did and the complete aftermath he had caused in his wake. When Brainy's body was retrieved every bone was broken postmortem. The man that called the cops from across the ravine was never charged for shooting Brainy since he did it to save, Helga.
He had gone to college to become an Archeologist like his father. Got his degree and ended up on numerous digs during his college career and after. His straight passion in doing what he loved while traveling around was earning him lots of buzz. It was something his own dad was proud of. Arnold was becoming sought after with all the discoveries he was making that he ended up with his own team to help him out. There were even talks of the Discovery Channel in wishing to obtain him as a host of his own program. It was the talks that were becoming more interesting to him.
As for his parents, when they first came home he felt his excitement in having them back, but it was short lived when he felt them to be strangers mostly. Arnold started to grow his resentment in leaving him, but kept it under wraps until his mom decided to try to push some rules on to him after his grandpa told them about, Brainy, and how he went after him to protect Helga. Arnold was patiently listening till he couldn't take it no more to lash out at them. He told them who in their right mind just leaves their infant son in the care of his grandparents while they traipse to another country? While it may be noble they had been absent from his life for 15 to 16 years of his life give or take. No letters or any other communication. Arnold was upset at them to the point of leaving his home to cool off. It was at a park he looked at his messages when he received one from Helga telling him simply:
I truly understand how it would feel that they come home like this that you hold a resentment. It's natural. Just remember that you are fortunate enough to have your parents come back. Remember that blood is blood and family is important then none at all. Much love, Helga
He went home and had a conversation with both his parents. Told them that he forgave them and wanted to start anew. They accepted while issuing out their apologies for all those missing years. That message was one of those that he saved and used just when he was about to reach his breaking point. Helga had no parents and he had his. She's right.
His mom was already a Botanist so she began to work in a lab while his father was working at the museum. They both said it is finally nice to be settled into one place and had no plans on moving around any time soon. Arnold was 18 years old when they said that.
Now at 28, Arnold was exploring a site that they heard about in Brazil. It was called an ancient temple that had been underground all this time. Picking up some clues, Arnold felt some excitement pour through his veins the second he spotted an ancient symbol that wasn't even aligning itself with the native culture. It was a find in which he called someone down to photograph everything. Seeing as his last hired photographer had to leave due to his health, Arnold needed another professional.
It had been 12 hours when he called a professional photographer down there. He demanded someone who will keep a tight lip on anything until he gave the go ahead to publish their findings. Someone with full integrity. Someone who knew how to photograph ancient pieces without compromising them.
Arnold was in his large tent just pouring through his work to pass the time. His nerves jumped while his own boss or sponsor was telling him to be patient. It will be a subject we will all get to later. His boss intercepted his call to get him the very best in the business. Someone who will be the best for, Arnold. All Arnold could hope for is that they were excellent.
"Hey boss." Arnold turned his head to face one of his researchers by the name of, Amy. "The photographer just got here."
"Send them in, Amy." Hearing the crunching against the ground as the person approached, Arnold was surprised to find Helga in his tent. "Helga?"
"Hi, Football Head." Helga greeted while readjusting her camera bag on her shoulder.
He had no idea what he wanted to do with her first. Did he want to hug her, kiss her, make love to her, get down on one knee to propose to her? He had more choices in his head with a woman he hadn't seen face to face since she departed Hillwood. "Is it really you?"
Placing her bag down gently, Helga strolled up to him to give him a full embrace. "It is." Helga couldn't believe how much handsomer he became. "I'm sorry I've been gone all this time."
She felt perfect and he didn't want to let her go. "Where have you been all this time? You stopped talking to me. What else did I do wrong?"
Pulling away, Helga brushed her hands up and down his not so developed arms. "Nothing, Arnold. Nothing at all. I will explain everything to you, but now we should start work."
Sorry if I bounced around on this first chapter. It became an outline that went a bit out of control. I have reigned it some in my other chapters. There might be slow updates since this hasn't been fully typed out.
