Title: Protecting Him.
Rating: T for teen for mild to moderate violence, drama, adult things and anything else.
Summary: He was the most powerful man in the world, and she was the one thing he couldn't have.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hey Arnold or anything just borrowing it. No copyright infringment intended.
Author Note: I wasn't going to start this fiction until I finised Family of Five, and 2 other stories on different categories, but it wants to be written. So don't worry I'm not quitting family of five I just may take longer to update since as of right now I have 4 fanfictions that needed finished, and a regular story on fictionpress I want to get done and school work.
They will all get finsihed I promise.
Chapter One.
"No. Absolutely not" Arnold tossed the folder onto his desk towards his assistant.
"Sir. She's the best at what she does...with all due respect" Jack picked up the folder.
"Anyone but her. Helga Pataki does NOT step into this office am I making myself clear?"
"If you would just talk to her give her a chance. She comes highly reccomended"
Arnold trusted Jakes opinion, and after flipping through the file he knew Jake was right Helga was the best.
"Alright send her in but it's just an interview...I'm not promising anything" He sat down in the plush chair behind his large oak desk and Jake rushed out of the room.
Helga Pataki. Who would have thought that after years of torture, and torment she would be the one he needed to keep him safe. He hadn't seen her since graduating high-school. He didn't even know where she was or what she did until Jake gave him her file. The door opened and he stood our of respect.
"Hello Helga"
"Mr. President. It's an honor sir" She stood erect in front of his desk. Dark blue dress pants and a white button up shirt with a dark blue jacket, and her long blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She looked proffesional, but cold as stone, and the respect she gave him left him feeling ackward.
"I looked over your files. Very impressive work"
"Thank you. Sir" She didn't even twitch or move. Her hands were behind her back, and her body straight and rigid.
"It's nothing personal when I say I do not see a need to hire you" He said softly.
"With all due respect Sir I feel there is" He looked at her even beneath the proffesional, and coldness of her stance, and replies he could see that spark of passion.
"Ok, Why is that?"
"May I speak freely Sir?"
"Of course"
"You are the president of the united states you've been in office one year, and three months to the day. You're a good enough president won by a landslide, and you're doing great things. Even still you are the president, and you have enemies. I walked into this building with little or no trouble thanks to my credentials, and appiointment. Anyone can fake either of those, and upon showing my credentials I was permitted to bring my gun with me. If I was sent here to kill you Sir. I would already be gone and nobody would know you were dead yet. Two weeks ago your recieved a direct threat a bullet in an envelope. You want to brush it off but I remind you of the presidents that have been assasinated by guns. You need someone who knows their way around this place, and knows what they're doing,and what the bad guys are thinking and that's me"
"Ok, So I'll up my security here at the office"
"Not good enough. If this is a serious threat which I think it is they already know the inside, and outside of this building better than both of us, and security won't help. If I'm wrong then me being here awhile isn't going to hurt anything. Sir"
He stared at her for a minute waiting for her to flinch or give any indication that she wasn't prepared for this job. She didn't she stared back, and he gave her points for that nobody else in the building would have.
"Alright, I'll give you two weeks, and then we'll see where we're at. Just tell me what you need"
"I need free clearance to any and all staff. I need to be able to go through all the security points at all times into any room. I need rooms as close to yours as I can get, and anytime you go anywhere off these grounds I need to know in advanced"
"Ok, but if for any reason in two weeks I decide this is over it's over" He said sternly.
"Yes Sir"
"I'll have someone show you to you rooms. You can get settled in today" He turned for the intercom.
"No thank you Sir. I will inspect the grounds, and be back in three hours to give you a report"
"Ok" He hung up the phone, and she turned striding out of the room.
She walked out of the oval office and the second the door closed felt her breathing return to normal. She wanted this job, and she knew she could to it but she would never have been ready to see Arnold again. She had stood straight, and proper, and been respectful, and cool she was proud of herself for holding it together but now as she stood in the next room her hands began to shake slightly.
Jake rushed up to her side, and she saw him coming she took a deep breath, and tried to steady her shaking hands before turning to him. The curtain of calmness and conntrol back in place.
"I need a complete list of the presidents schedule over the next two weeks. Everything where he's going when, and why even if it's little I need to know"
"Yes Miss Pataki"
"I need a list of every worker that he comes in contact with in a day" She started walking briskly down the hall Jake rushing to keep up and take notes.
"I need a list of all the security men, and their clearances as well, and any mail he gets over the next two weeks comes to me first"
"Yes miss" He turned, and ran to do her bidding.
She spent the rest of her day making it a point to meet everyone in the white house know their names, occupation, and faces. She explored the grounds, and gave orders.
She was walking down a hall way reading a report on the people who had been to the whitehouse lately to make general repairs when she collided with someone. Her papers went scattering but she managed to stay upright.
"Watch where you're going" She scolded dropping to pick up the papers.
"Sorry, Helga" She looked up to see Arnold he bent down to help her.
"Sorry. Mr. President" She picked up papers and he spoke.
"Aren't you tired? You haven't stopped all day"
"It's what I do. I don't get tired if I get tired I get sloppy, and people die. You don't have to do that sir get up" She grabbed the papers he was holding.
"Sorry. I'm just trying to being friendly" He said standing, and putting his hands in his pockets. She shook her head a few pieces of long blonde haird falling loose from her bun, and she stood.
"I don't get friendly with clients, and that's what you are a client. If I get friendly I get close, and if I get close it clouds my judgement, and makes it harder when I have done my job. and have to leave. We're not friends, and we're not going to be"
She brushed past him and continued down the hall without looking back even for a second he watched her go before shaking his head and returning to his office.
Helga turned a corner, and pressed herself against the wall taking a deep breath. Friends he wanted to be friends. How long had she wanted exactly that, but now she couldn't allow it. In order to protect him she had to maintain distance. She had to keep her eye on the objective, and not lose sight of why she was here. She would take a bullet for him if she had to, and not because they were friends, but because it was her job, and she was the best at it.
When she recieved the offer she had been tempted to turn it down, but she wanted the job, and she knew she was his only chance, and now he wanted to be friends. If they became friends, and she overlooked something, and he got hurt she'd be to blame she couldn't afford it not now.
At the end of the day she wasn't Helga Pataki anymore, and he wasn't Arnold object of her affection. He was the president of the united states, and he was her client.
At the end of the day that's all they could ever be.
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