Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, I wish I could so I could finish it and finally get Helga and Arnold to a place where they belong but this fan fic, is just gonna have to do!
A Continuation…
== Hey Arnold! ==
WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
By: Final Serenity.
Prologue:
The Day She Came Back…
She wasn't sure what to say.
It'd been so long since she'd actually spoken to her in person that her tongue was conflicted with several different phrases or greetings that might be appropriate.
But it didn't calm her nerves in the slightest.
How long had it been since she was in the company of a childhood friend that was hardly forgettable, she'd received few letters and postcards but no phone calls or visits. This meeting would be the first in oh…five years. Had it really been that long since she'd been in physical contact with a girl that had impacted her childhood so much?
Phoebe Heyerdahl sighed as she checked her watch, a quarter past eight.
The airport smelled of bad hamburgers and feet, there were several couples sitting together and cuddling while others were squabbling or trying to manage their rambunctious children. There were business men with briefcases and single women with lonely eyes. The seats were a horrible tangerine hue discolored over the years with unsightly yellow spots, and unbearably uncomfortable. Most of the patrons awaiting their departure bared the cold of the airport to use their coats as seat comforters.
Phoebe however vaguely had a distinct notice of the place; it was a small airport, Hillwood being barely over the population of a city so it wasn't anything to gawk at.
But the announcement over the intercom made her wince they were now letting all the passengers off of flight two sixteen…the same flight that she had been waiting here for. Her fingers clenched the small pamphlet that she'd picked up to browse through on her wait. Phoebe felt her nerves finally kick in, after all these years she'd finally see what had become of her once most trusted best friend. She wondered if she would come face to face with the same personality that had a fire lit with harsh and scolding flames. Or would the personality that had once been so fierce have calmed and become soothing over the years and learned that not all things need to be solved with a fist to the face.
What had become of Helga Pataki?
Surely not one of her former classmates would speak of her fondly at all; every single one of them would proudly state that they were happy to be rid of the bully.
Phoebe understood the animosity between her now closest group of companions and the once former torturer of P.S. One Eighteen elementary school. She wondered even though the years have passed and little has been stirred up between the forces that collided back then, if this return of Helga was going to signal the reoccurrences of bullying and torture…
Phoebe sincerely hoped and wished, as she clasped her hands together intertwining her fingers, that after all these years…Helga had let Betsy and the five avengers go.
Standing up as the door from the entryway opened and the flight attendants stood next to the entrance, the passengers started exiting out one by one. She watched carefully for the blonde haired patrons that sauntered out but there were few and mostly men, almost catching her breath at the thought that Helga hadn't made the flight her eyes widened in startle.
At the end of the trickle of passengers, was a semi-tall young and curvy girl with exceptionally long shiny blonde hair walking out.
Phoebe felt her throat constrict in surprise and shock, this girl was not your average beauty that walked around a mall and caught your eye for only a few seconds. Around the height of five six and long golden locks that cascaded what seemed like forever downer her back were curled at the ends, she had a body that would make even the most gorgeous model jealous. Her face with startling features like well shaped cheek bones, and almond shaped deep-blue eyes that were half lidded and had a distinct coldness to them. Phoebe was surprised that such beauty could be tainted with the chilling aura that surrounded this hauntingly gorgeous girl.
The young blonde woman walked with a brisk quick-step, her bag bounced on her hip it was a dark shade of crimson a deep red that seemed lusty for just a handbag. Her dress was a soft mauve hue with spaghetti straps and white lace on the front making it look like a bodice, her skirt whipping around her knees as she walked quickly. Her back now to Phoebe, the young Asian was startled as she noticed that the sheen blonde hair was pulled into a half-ponytail and held by a bright…pink bow.
Phoebe wasn't sure…she let her eyes dart over to the now empty entrance of the airplane to the young girl making a quick break for the exit she bit her lip, and called out.
"Helga!!!" her voice echoed in the plastered walled, and linoleum covered floor area.
The blonde-haired beauty stopped in step and shifted her head left to right in search, before tilting her head slightly back and staring dead into Phoebe's eyes.
Embarrassed she blushed profusely, her cheeks almost going as crimson as the girl's bag. "Sorry I…wasn't sure…if you were…I mean…"
The girls eyes had widened slightly, Phoebe noticed a considerable change as the blonde turned and walked closer, her eyes no longer cold but had softness…a smile if you could describe it that way.
The girl flicked back her hair and smiled a charming smile, the glossy lipstick on her mouth sparkling. "Phoebe." She stated.
Phoebe was almost again startled enough that her breath stopped, a thick French accent came from the girl, and for a split-second she wondered if she'd made a mistake.
"I'm so happy to see you!" the blonde spoke in her heavy accent, as she flung her arms around the tinier Asian and squeezed.
Phoebe was chocking on words this was so strange and this girl…could it really be Helga G. Pataki!?
"Uh…uh…Helga?" she stammered with uncertainty, this was too much! It had to be a joke.
"Phoebe, I wonder what everyone will think," she openly her French accent smooth and soft spoke while smiling coyly. "When they find out I have returned."
Phoebe was speechless…Helga…what had she become?