I wish I owned the Hey Arnold characters, I also wish Carson Daily had something large and heavy dropped on him, but unfortunately neither of these will ever come true…..or will they?

READ MY OTHER FIC! "AIR CONDITIONING, WITCHCRAFT, AND LOVE" Good old fashion Helga/Arnold fic!

Arnold couldn't help but be edgy while they played cards. At any moment Helga could go to the closet and find it missing. Her journal from a month or two ago. Maybe she wouldn't notice. He never knew with Helga.

"Criminey Arnold, if you don't stop spacing out and I am going to get you a meeting with old Betsey!" Helga growled. That was the fifth time she had to span him back to reality. She knew Arnold liked to daydream, but this was getting ridiculous. But she didn't mind it sometimes, because she could steal some time to glance at him lovingly.

"Sorry Helga, maybe we should be getting to bed. It's getting late." Arnold said. Noticing it was around 10 o'clock. Pretty late for them to be staying up with school the next morning. Helga was already in her night gear. Arnold would go down and get his out of his guest drawer in Grandpa's room. The worst part was Grandpa had bought Helga and him matching stuff. Her stuff in pink and his in blue. He thought it was cute. It was when they were five, but it was getting out of hand now that they were almost in 5th grade.

"Whatever you say Arnold! I am going to stay up to read, I guess my book lamp can be your nightlight." Helga said in her smug little bully voice. She gave that smile she gave after every back handed insult and walked over to her bed.

Arnold groaned. Helga in sister-mode wasn't much different then Helga in regular mode, only she hadn't beat him up yet. But she had made several treats to, so he wasn't sure what the difference was, but there was a difference. Maybe just knowing that both of them we envious of their grandparents affection, it was something bond on.

He walked down the hall to Grandpa's room to get his stuff. Grandpa was sitting in there with a photo album. He often did this because it was relaxing after dealing with the tenets for the entire day.

"Hey Grandpa, what year are you on tonight?" Arnold asked and took a seat next to him.

"Oh when you and Helga were 4. You two got along so well!" Grandpa said. Arnold thought for a minute, he couldn't think of a lot of things that happen before he started school. The first year of Helga living here was foggy.

"We did?" Arnold asked and peeked over into the photo album. There were pictures of Helga and Arnold playing together on swings, at Arnold's birthday party, and even one of the two taking a bath together. None of this rung a bell in Arnold's head. "Funny I can't remember any of this stuff."

"Well of course you wouldn't. You had that accident right before your fifth birthday." Grandpa said and laughed. "That bump was so big on your head I swear I could have hung a wreath off of it for Christmas "

"What? What accident?" Arnold said. This was the first he had ever heard of anything of the kind. His parents never mentioned it.

"Well you were too young too remember and I guess your parents never liked bringing up the bad things." Grandpa said and turned to Arnold. He put his hand on the left side of Arnold's head. "Feel right here in your hair."

Arnold felt in there, he never noticed it, but there was a slight bump. "What's that from?"

"Well, it happen a few weeks before your birthday I remember, because we used the party hat to cover the lump. Heh heh heh! Anyway. You and Helga were out playing in the backyard of our house. You two must have been fighting over a toy or something because the next thing I know Helga is coming in with a bloody knee saying you pushed her. And I looked out in the back and couldn't find out anywhere. You felt so bad for pushing Helga you went and hid under my tool bench down in the basement." Grandpa said.

"I wouldn't push Helga." Arnold said. Grandpa laughed.

"Are you kidding?" Grandpa laughed. "You use to pull that girl's pigtail almost clean off her head! Then you would feel bad when she cried and tell her you were sorry and you loved her. Oh it was the cutest thing ever. Reminds me of me and your aunt Mitzi!"

"I wasn't that mean!" Arnold said defensively.

"Oh yes you were! And it's not called being 'mean' when it's your sister, it's called sibling bonding. But anyways, you went and hid under my tool bench. I saw the door open to the basement in the backyard, so I went down there and it was all dark. And before I could switch on the lights, I bumped into the tool bench and knocked my toolbox to teetering on the edge. Well, you got so scared that you were found you ran out from under there as quick as a bunny rabbit. Unfortunately you have you Grandpa's luck and that toolbox landed right on your head. Surprised it didn't kill you." Grandpa laughed. He always seemed to laugh at things that weren't suppose to be that funny. Arnold couldn't remember anything of that. 

"Wonder why no one ever told me that story." Arnold said.

"Well, it seemed to knock some sense into you, because you lost some of you memories, but you weren't such a brat. You started being a good boy and thinking with you heart." Grandpa said. But he frowned a bit. "But then your parents always hired a baby-sitter when they went out of town because they thought you would get hurt again over here. But recently they started letting you walk over here when you want."

"Wow, I never knew any of that. Did Helga?" Arnold asked. Grandpa nodded yes.

"Yeah I think that's why she clammed up a little toward you since then. You two were the best of friends. But after you hit your head, you forgot and your parents didn't seem to want to remind you." Grandpa said. He looked at his watch. "Holy smokes! You should be in bed, what are you sitting here chatting with me for?"

"Okay, I will, thanks for telling me Grandpa." Arnold said and went got his clothes.

"Goodnight Arnold!" Grandpa said. He patted Arnold on the head and went to put away the album. Arnold went to the bathroom and changed. He kept trying to bring up any memories of him and Helga getting along, but it seemed not to work. He thought maybe he would ask Helga about it.

He went up to the loft and opened the door. As soon as he walked in Helga snapped shut a pink book, similar to the one he had taken and shoved in her nightstand drawer.

"What took you so long Arnold? Did you have to get someone to help you dress?" Helga said with a laugh. Arnold noticed Helga's own jokes were the only ones she ever laughed at really.

"No, I was talking to Grandpa." Arnold said and walked over to the couch where he would sleep. There was always blankets and a pillow there, since Helga never really used the couch, so she left it alone most of the time he wasn't there. Or so Arnold thought, Helga could never clean something off that her beloved had laid on. "Hey Helga, do you remember stuff from before I had that accident with my head?"

Of course she did, she thought, but to admit it. That was the happiest time of her life, playing with Arnold and having him always say he loved her after upsetting her. But to let Arnold know that. Well he had stop being her friend really after that, he never came over and they really only say each other in school or on the weekends when they visited. How he left and abandoned her to go become friends with Gerald. Would she tell him she knew all this? No.

"Yeah I remember you terrorizing me and pulling my hair out. Maybe someday I can repay the favor." Helga said crossly. Arnold cringed.

"Well Grandpa just told me we use to be best friends and play all the time. I don't really remember it." Arnold said. Helga seemed a bit down hearted by this.

"Well of course we were. We were the only kids each other knew. Then we went to school and meet other kids! And now we actually have best friends that weren't forced upon us." Helga said in her harsh tone. She wished for those days when everything was carefree. When they would run in the sun, when they would share cookies, even Arnold picking on her wasn't that bad. But when he changed into the good hearted one, she was forced to become the stronger one. "Goodnight Arnold."

"Night Helga." Arnold said and noticed Helga didn't read. She just went to sleep. He sighed and laid his head down to sleep. He fell asleep with dreams of Helga in his head, something that wasn't too uncommon for him. He swore in those dreams he could hear her voice calling out in a distressing nature. He opened his eyes fearing it might be a nightmare, it wasn't, well at least for him.

It was one in the morning and Helga was having another one of her nightmares she had. Arnold got use to them since he slept over here so often. At first he tried waking her, but this only brought a beating for sneaking up on her. So he got out of bed and went over to her bed.

"Uhhhh…Miriam…….come back……uuhhhhhh….why ……..Olga……Bob…..no why!" Helga muttered in her sleep and tossed and turned. Arnold just patted and rubbed her back to soothe her and soon she went back to sleep. Arnold smiled, this was the only time he learned about Helga, was in her sleep. It seem lately she had been calling out those names. He knew they were the names of her lost family.

To be continued…

Okay, so sad. The idea that Arnold use to be a brat came from the idea that he was humbled by losing her parents and growing up with the hardships of being an orphan. But then this time Helga is, so she was the victim. But we all knew that wouldn't last! Lol! Review please.