A/N: Sup...

Okay, this goes out to NintendoGal55 and her adorably terrifying fic "Unexpected Savior". I thought the beginning was some of the most terrifying and dark stuff I could ever read... but the ending makes it worth getting through the scary parts. =D This is a little sequel that I imagine happens after all of that. Go back and read the fic if you haven't already before you try reading this, because all that's gonna earn you is a lot of confusion and about a bottle of advil.

And this is also another attempt to get over my serious writers block. Every time I try to write something for "Hypnotizing Helga", something crappy comes out. *Groans* I'm hoping this'll help me get over it. Cross your fingers.. and toes, and arms, and legs, and eyes, and shoe laces, and everything else you can possibly cross. :D

NintendoGal55... Enjoy... Oh, and all you other losers enjoy too.

XD You all know I'm joking. I love you all! Everyone enjoy! (And you're not losers........ that much.)

UGH! I'm mean. JK

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! Oh the PAIN!

"Unexpected Savior" Sequel: She Saved my Life

Chapter 1

The rain that had previously been pouring down hard on the streets of Hillwood city began to cease, and in the midst of it all were two little blonde children embracing in an alley.

The police had run off to capture Miranda, so they were alone as the rain began getting lighter and lighter and the sun began to shine through amidst the clouds, warming all the well deserved citizens of Hillwood and all the flowers began to blossom.

Helga continued to rub his back and whisper soothing words to him. Occasionally she'd allow herself to let her hand run through his cornflower locks and catch a whiff of his scent. "Shhh, everything's okay now. No ones going to hurt you. Not now, and not ever again. Everything's fine. There's no reason to be afraid anymore."

Arnold, feeling the rain letting up and Helga's soothing words and actions, let his vice grip on the girl loosen a little. Helga then, taking it the wrong way, began pulling back from the embrace. She just knew this couldn't last forever.

Arnold felt her letting go and quickly grabbed her back to him, holding her tight as if he was being denied sleeping with his favorite teddy bear.

She was surprised by this, but figured he was still a little traumatized. She should really get him someplace warm and have him eat some nice soup or something. That would really help settle him down. So, once again, she attempted to let go and get out of the embrace.

He yelped, almost as if it was painful for him, and pulled her back. "No... stay... no..." He whimpered, holding her close. He didn't want to lose her warmth, it was too comforting and... nice. He didn't want her to pull back, because then he wouldn't be able to smell her scent anymore. She smelled like vanilla... only somehow sweeter and more intoxicating. And she was soft too... so soft.

She sighed, and gave in, rubbing his back once more and whispering soothing words. She loved this. She really did. But she had already raised so much suspicion... but she couldn't push him away. He was scared, and needed comfort... plus she was in love with him, so it was near impossible to refuse him.

He felt her return to the embrace and smiled, holding her tight. He wasn't sure what was going on with him... but this girl saved his life, Helga G. Pataki or not, she saved his life. She was special, and he didn't want to let her go. Everything about her was so comforting and sweet. Her words, her touch, her feel, her scent. She was just one big walking basket of love and sweetness... and confoundit, he didn't want it to go away.

He felt adoration and affection bubble up inside of him once more, and he felt weak at her touch. He slouched a little against her, and began runnning his hand through the softness of one of her pigtails. The rain had caused them to slouch behind her back a great deal, so he could reach one easily. It was so soft and silky.

That smell... what was that smell? It was swirling around his head, and he couldn't... Helga. It was Helga. She smelled so... nice.

He let out a shaky breath as he felt her soft hair, her intoxicating aroma, her gentle touch, her caring words. He felt her kiss the top of his head comfortingly, and all his senses suddenly went into a tizzy, and his heart skipped a beat.

Helga felt him slouch, and his breathing get more ragged, and took this all as a bad sign. She needed to get him home. Home to his family. They'd take much better care of him than she could. As much as she hated to admit it... she wasn't what he needed. He didn't need her. Granted, he did right now. She had saved him from possibly... probably... She gulped, not even being able to think of such a terrible thing happening to her beloved. But bottom line, right now all she was was a tool. She saved him, he's safe, he needs comfort, so of course he's clinging to her for dear life. She's like his life line in a way... but only for the moment. She needed to get him home. They'd take care of him. The people he actually did need. It would better that way.

She once again attempted getting out of the embrace, this time succeeding as he seemed weak... for some reason.

She pulled back, but he couldn't quite find the strength to grab her back. He was beaten and bruised and still a little shaken up. She pulled back all the way, and he... felt pained to see her go. He didn't like her not to be close anymore.

She grabbed his hand, and pulled him up gently. He stumbled a bit, and was about to fall, but she quickly caught him, pulling him to her for support.

He felt contented again, as she was close to him, and he could once again feel her warmth. Not as powerfully as before, but this would do... for now.

She walked him to his house in silence, and knocked on the door as he leaned against her, cuddling her almost. She wanted to swoon, wanted to pull him to her right then and there and kiss him with a lifetime's worth of craving and need... but that would only shake him up more. He didn't need anymore trouble put on him. He didn't deserve some desperately lovesick girl taking advantage of him while he was in his weakest and at his most vulnerable. Yes, she loved him, madly so... but she loved him too much to lay something so stressful and big right when he had almost... almost...

Ugh, she just couldn't even think it. That could never happen, she'd surely die then. From depression and heart ache, and all the 'maybes' and 'could have beens' would've eaten at her soul until she became nothing but a hollow shell of what she used to be.

She waited patiently with a rather loopy Arnold leaning on her.

She couldn't see, but he was smiling, and his eyes were closed in ecstasy of having her here. He leaned on her harder, feeling the inane need to be closer to her.

The door opened and Helga had to dodge a sea of animals that suddenly rushed out. She yelped, bringing Arnold closer to her for protection, much to his delight.

In the doorway, stood an old man... Helga recognized him as Arnold's grandpa.

She looked up at him, no real expression on her face other than attentiveness.

The man saw Arnold leaning on her, noticing the small smile on his grandson's face, and he raised an eyebrow for show. He then noticed his black eye and the few bruises spread about his face and the ripped part of his clothing. He gasped, and instantly led them inside. "What happened?"

Helga struggled to keep Arnold propped up against her, and he straightened to try and help her, though he refused to cease leaning on her form... her soft, warm, sweet smelling form... He smiled again, his eyes still closed.

Helga didn't notice though, as she answered the elder's question. "Well, apparently there's been some stupid bully that's been terrorizing him. I caught her trying to... to... k-k-k-k-ill..." She gulped, unconsciously gripping him tighter to her. "... him... and so I broke her arm. Luckily there were some cops nearby. They went chasing her down the road. So... here he is." She tried to hand him off to his grandfather, but he yelped again, grabbing her.

Phil chuckled, feeling grateful to the girl. He'd deal with Arnold later. For now, it was obvious he was clinging to his savior... who just happened to be the girl who was obsessively in love with him. He chuckled again. "Oh, I guess he doesn't want you to leave just yet. How about you stay for a little while to help comfort the poor boy."

Helga looked up at him, and he winked. She was startled, but it only took her a moment to register that he knew of her secret. That unnerved her a bit, since he was Arnold's own grandpa, but if he had intended on spilling the beans, he would have done it sooner. So she just smiled and shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure."

He smiled back at her, and began leading them up the stairs. "Now you'd better take the Shortman up to his room. I'll have Pookie make him some nice, hot soup to help unrattle his nerves." He ducked down to whisper in her ear. "Ya still know where his room is?"

She looked at him, and frowned before nodding.

He just chuckled and walked off to the kitchen.

She led Arnold up the stairs, and down the hall. She feigned confusion then. "So where's your room, Hairboy?"

He opened his eyes, and led her weakly further down the hall, then pulling the cord down to reveal a staircase that led to his room. "I-It's up there..." He told her, pointing up the stairs to the door.

She nodded, and led him up the stairs as he continued to lean on her. She opened the door, and led him over to his bed, forgetting to feign surprise in seeing his room. He didn't seem to notice or care though.

She helped him onto the bed, and pulled his computer chair over so she could sit at his bed side.

He sat up a little, and looked at her, confused. "Why?" He asked finally.

She blinked. "Why what?"

"Why did you save me?" He elaborated.

She rolled her eyes. "Like I was really just gonna let her kill you. I'm not that cold hearted."

"Okay, then why did you comfort me...? Why are you here?"

She looked around his room uneasily. "Well... you were... pretty freaked out... so I just figured... Why not?" She shrugged, laughing nervously.

He shook his head. "Any decent person with enough courage would've saved me... but you went beyond that, Helga. You comforted me and walked me home... but your my bully... I just want to know why... because it doesn't make sense. You hate me."

She looked down, not sure what to say. "I..." She sighed and looked back up at him with her mouth quirked to one side a little. "Look, it's no big deal. You don't need a reason. Just say thanks and we'll not think anymore of it."

He was in awe of how selfless she was being about this... or maybe she just didn't want to admit to doing something nice. He leaned forward a little, and pulled her out of the chair, hugging her. "Thank you... Helga." He breathed, once again feeling her warmth and smelling her sweet scent.

She smiled goofily, and let her eyes fall half-lidded, her whole form slouching weakly at his affection. And the best part was that there was no one here to ruin it and make fun of her. Of course there was the risk of him thinking she enjoyed him hugging her, which she did. But she couldn't push him away. She just couldn't. He was just grateful. What was the harm in one little hug?

She let out a quiet lovesick sigh and patted him on the back gently, then rubbed his back. "It was nothing." She said, gently... laced with love and affection.

He hugged her a little tighter. "You saved my life, Helga. That's hardly nothing. How can I ever thank you enough?" He said, and then flashes of everything he had been through passed through his mind's eye. Flashes of abuse, horrid, hateful names, and so many days filled with terror and sorrow. He felt tears begin to spring back to life in his eyes, and he let out a choked sob.

She heard his choked sob, and gasped. She sat up on the bed and pulled him back into an embrace. Patting his back as he cried into her shoulder, holding her tightly. "It's okay, Arnold. She can't hurt you anymore. You're safe now. No more pain. It's all over." She soothed, rubbing his back. She hated seeing him like this. "My poor little angel..." She muttered under her breath, running her hands through his hair.

He felt her words run over him like a caress, and once again he felt adoration swell up in his heart. Yes. He was safe. Thanks to Helga. Helga, who was so sweet, and caring, and kind. Helga who smelled so wonderfully intoxicating. Helga who's touch was sending shivers up and down his spine. His tears didn't cease, as he laid a chaste kiss on her neck... which turned into another... and another... until he was simply running kisses up her neck slowly.

Her eyes widened, and she froze, unable to move. This had to be a dream. Arnold. Her Arnold, was kissing her neck. She felt every nerve in her body freeze up in both shock and pleasure as he continued his sweet kisses.

He kissed further up her neck, till he made it to her jaw, which he also kissed. He kissed her ear quick, and then resumed kissing her jaw, still holding her close. His mind was clouded over with adoration and all the signals running from his nose, making him perfectly aware of her beautiful scent. He kissed along her jaw, and then kissed her cheek, then her nose, before finally capturing her lips in his, allowing one hand to hide itself in her soft, golden hair.

Her eyes went the size of dinner plates, and if she thought her body was frozen before, then now she was on the verge of going into rigor mortis... and she wasn't even dead!

He ran his free hand up and down her back, tracing her spine.

"Thank-" Kiss. "-you,-" Kiss, kiss. "-Helga." He breathed between kisses, before simply kissing her again.

She felt her eyelids getting heavy and soon they fell shut, and she held him to her, finally returning the kiss with as much passion as she could muster... which was a lot.

The kiss deepened before long and they remained like that for as long as possible.

Soon the lack of air got to them and they parted, panting quietly. Arnold stared at her through half-lidded eyes, the more rational side of his brain screaming for him to stop this madness, while the other side that was going insane with adoration for the girl hog tied the other part of his brain and yelled for him to keep going.

Helga stared back through her own half-lidded lovesick gaze, panting softly. She had concluded not too long ago that this was indeed a dream, so there would be no repercussions. What was the harm in a hug, or a kiss... or two... or more. She smiled at him dreamily.

He kissed her lips once more tenderly, before bowing his head back to her neck to lay more kisses there, brimming with sweetness and affection.

Helga felt like dead weight as she sat there, just holding him as he kissed her. She allowed him to kiss her, not much caring to realize that this in fact was reality and her secret would be blown... but then again, he was the one who started all this. So maybe he liked her back?

There it was. Why was he doing this? It was all so random. He had never liked her before. There were no signs. She didn't catch him staring at her. She didn't notice him doing anything abnormal when she got close to him. And she was a stalker, for Pete's sakes! She listened in on his conversations with his best friend, and he never even talked about her. Sure there was the occasional, "She's not that bad, Gerald." or "She's an okay person.", but never anything that would prove him to have any sort of affections for her. So why the sudden kisses and hugs?

A light bulb went over her head then. She had just saved him. She saved his life. He was grateful... and was probably mistaking gratefulness for love or something. So he was just... rewarding her, kind of. He thought he liked her, probably. His head was just jumbled up for the time being. As soon as he came back to his senses, he wouldn't want to kiss her anymore. No. Everything would go back to normal. With her love being unrequited. So all she was really doing right now was proving to him that she loved him... that she enjoyed him kissing on her and holding her close.

No. She couldn't let this happen. He was just thankful to her. He was mistaking that to be affection. This was silly.

She felt like crying then, and probably would have if she wasn't enjoying this so much. How was she supposed to get out of this? She could still feel his tears running down his cheeks still and onto her shoulder. Poor baby... How could she turn him away? Especially since she liked it so much. Strike that. Loved it so much. But this was wrong, and he was confused.

She reluctantly pushed him off of her gently, and smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, Arnold... but I think you're a little confused right now."

He whimpered at being denied more of her warmth and soft skin. He wanted to jump back on her and kiss her again... but what was he doing? This was Helga. She was his bully, his tormentor, his own personal verbal abuser... also his rescuer, his savior, his little angel who smelled so nice and was treating him so sweetly...

He shook his head. What was wrong with him? He should just thank her, and give her a warm hug... then nothing more. Why was he feeling so different around her now...? Just because she was so soft, and warm... and had that beautiful voice...

He shook his head again, and put a hand to his head to try and calm himself. "You're right... I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me." He ran a hand through one of his stocks of unruly hair, and he couldn't help but notice how it didn't feel nearly as nice as when she did it. He shook his head again. "My heads still a little boggled right now... that's all."

She forced herself to roll her eyes. "Well, obviously..."

The door opened then, and in walked his grandpa with a tray of soup. He sat it down on the night stand and sat in the chair placed by the bed. "Hey there, Shortman. Ya hungry?"

Arnold blinked, and looked over at the soup. He smiled at his grandpa appreciatively and nodded. "A little... I actually could use something to eat."

Helga got off the bed and stretched, then rubbed the back of her neck rather stiffly. "Great. So the football head is okay now. Am I permitted to leave?" She asked, more directed at Arnold than Phil.

Arnold really didn't want her to go. He still felt the strange desire to hold her close and be wrapped tenderly in her warm embrace... but that was crazy, wasn't it? It would pass. Everything was just weird right now.

He took a big spoon full of his soup and slurped it up quick to try and numb his senses and calm the frantic beating of his heart. He smiled at her, and gave her a thumbs up. "I'll be fine now. Thanks, Helga... for everything."

She waved it off nonchalantly and headed for the door. "Think nothing of it. It was no problem. See you at school tomorrow... if your up to going." She looked at him for some kind of verification that he'd be attending school.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I'm still a little..." He looked away, rubbing his sore arm. "...shaken up."

She looked at him for a moment, hesitating. "Well... I could walk with you to school... If it would calm you nerves." She shrugged, trying desperately to make it seem nonchalant.

He was surprised by her kind proposition, but then again, this whole experience with her was a pretty big surprise. He smiled after a moment and nodded. "That's awfully nice of you, Helga."

"Oh, it's nothing. But if your not up to it..."

"No, I am, that would be nice. Sure, Helga."

"Great, so... I'll see ya tomorrow." She walked out the door quick and ran out of the house, ignoring his grandmother's yells of "OH, Eleanor! Where are you off to in such a hurry?".

She ran down the steps, and then put her hands to her heart, letting out a lovesick squeal of joy before fainting right there on his stoop.

Back up in Arnold's room, his grandpa was smirking at him now. He leaned forward in his chair, giving his grandson knowing eyes. "So... Helga saved ya?"

Arnold looked at him, surprised by his weird tone. "Uh... yeah..."

His grandpa grinned, and chuckled a little. "You seemed awfully chummy with that girl."

Arnold's eyes widened for a second at what he was implying, but then he just rolled his eyes, laying back on his bed. "Grandpa... She's just a friend."

His grandpa sighed, realizing he was probably not going to get any further in this. He then frowned at Arnold. "So... you've had some girl beating on you?"

A flash of terror passed his green eyes, and he almost cried again... but he held it back. He regretted having Helga go now. He looked at his grandpa then, and Phil saw the terror in his eyes and frowned.

Arnold sat up, and buried his face in his hands. "She said she would kill you guys if I told you... or anyone..." He said quietly, struggling to keep his tears at bay.

Phil rubbed Arnold's back soothingly. "Well, you should have told us anyway, so we could've called the police... How long had this been going on."

Arnold let out a choked sob, and Phil's eyes widened. He had never seen Arnold cry before. This must have really traumatized him. He rubbed his back still, and spoke as soothingly as he could, "Now, Arnold, there's no need to cry anymore. It's all over. We won't let that mean bully hurt you anymore."

Arnold let out a shaky breath. It was over. Everything was over. No more cruel names, or beatings. He was safe now.

Thanks to Helga.

Arnold awoke the next day, and instantly remembered that he had to go to school... and that Miranda would probably be waiting in an alley to beat him. He looked around his room to make sure she wasn't around, before getting out of bed, trembling.

He got dressed and walked down the stairs slowly. "I can do this. I can do this." He repeated, hoping against hope he'd be okay today.

He walked down the remainder of the steps, and looked in the kitchen to see his grandparents looking at him worriedly. He walked in, and looked at them questioningly. "What's wrong?"

His grandpa walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Ya going to be okay today, Arnold?"

Arnold looked up at him in surprise, and a flash of fear crossed over his features. Did they find out about Miranda?

He gulped. "I-I guess so..." He muttered, hoping they hadn't found out.

His grandpa nodded, and patted his back. "Well... okay, then, Shortman. Have a good day at school." He smiled a little at him.

Arnold smiled back weakly, still wondering what that was about before opening up the front door of his house. He looked around to make sure Miranda wasn't around, and began descending the steps slowly, his eyes closed now. "I can do this." He said, yet again.

Once at the bottom, he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder and his eyes snapped open in fear, and he instantly took a step back, falling onto the steps of his stoop and his books falling everywhere.

"No..." He whimpered, closing his eyes tight then.

"Arnold?" He heard a familiar voice say worriedly. He opened his eyes then to see Helga standing there, looking down at him with worried blue eyes.

He began breathing funny and struggled not to cry.

Helga saw this and terror passed her features before she snatched him up and hugged him close, rubbing his back. "Shhh, it's okay, Arnold. Remember? Miranda's gone. The police caught her now. She's gone. You're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you."

It was then that these familiar actions occurred, that the memories of yesterday flashed in his mind. He remembered everything, and instantly swung his arms around her, clinging to her again. "Helga!" He cried, feeling an immense relief pass over him.

Helga frowned sadly. He was scarred. She hated to see him so terrified. It was clear that he had forgotten everything from yesterday and had just remembered. He was going to try and go back to school alone thinking that that nasty monster was still out there to get him. Poor thing...

She let out her own little whimper as she rubbed his back. It hurt her greatly to see him like this. She could feel him clinging to her for dear life again, and even though she loved having him so close... she hated the reasons behind it. "Shhh, yeah, it's okay now. Your safe. No more pain, Arnold. You're safe."

He shut his eyes tight and held her close, as if she'd melt right our of his arms. "Oh, Helga... I thought... I thought..." He cried then, and she felt completely horrified. How dare that she-devil Miranda do this to him.

She embraced him firmer. "Everything's fine. No ones going to hurt you anymore. Now we've gotta get to school now. You still up to it?" She asked, lifting his chin up.

He looked into her caring blue eyes and suddenly felt very weak. He smiled best he could and nodded.

She nodded back and let him go, to which he reluctantly did also. He already missed her warmth... He shook his head. Something was wrong with him. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but he knew something had changed drastically with him.

Oh well. He'd think about it later.

A/N: Yuppity doo, that's the end of part one and now on to part two!

YAY! Kinda dark, right? But did it also give you little tinglys? If not, then part two definitely will. XD

I'm not sure how long this is gonna be. Probably about two to three chapters. Yeah, it's gonna be a little short. :/ And yet really long! :D

So... hope you enjoyed!

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