Hello everyone! Ready for round 4? I got a lot of response on that last one. Congratulations to Teenage Mouse, Gotapenname, and Gothic-Romantic99 for guessing chapter 3- "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5. That was actually the first one I wrote for this project and I lost it in the interim.

Now a reply to Gothic-Romantic99's suggestion. Here's your prize for guessing two chapters correctly! :)

Hillwood's Attorney-General was the toughest, harshest woman that the courts had ever seen. She would stalk into a court room in her black and pink pinstripe suits and send criminals to their deaths. But at 9 o'clock on this particular evening she stood staring out the plate glass windows of her office building, making not a single sound but fogging the windows with her quiet breath. Her secretary silently crept into the room and laid a file of papers on the already overcrowded desk. The tall woman remained motionless until the petite Japanese receptionist closed the door.

Helga sighed and picked up the folder. Expecting a new case or some other documents inside, she flipped it open with a practiced gesture. Instead, she found a folder filled with memorabilia. A picture of a group of smiling Jr. High students on their last day of class, a stack of terrible love poetry, a single pink ribbon. Helga smiled, fond memories filling her mind. She remembered this particular packet of goodies, having put it together herself several years ago in anticipation of a hard day when she got older.

Turning her attention back to the mountain of papers on the desk, she groaned. Being the Attorney-General was a heavy weight to bear. She began to tackle the monstrous pile of paperwork. The hours ticked by as she worked her way painstakingly through each and every case. By 11 o'clock she could actually see her desk calendar, so she decided to take a break. She pushed her chair back and took a walk down the hallway.

A light on in the office's lounge caught her eye. She peered in the doorway, but saw no one. Instead, an open newspaper lay across the faux marble counter top, one corner partially in the sink and damp from a wayward drip. Helga stepped inside, her heels clicking gently on the tile floor. She picked up the paper, curious. A large photograph on a folded-back page caught her eye. It was a half-page marriage announcement detailing the nuptials of Hillwood-bred dancer Lila Sawyer and the jazz singer known only as Arnold.

Helga dropped the paper back in the sink, a pain in her chest and moisture growing in her eyes. As a younger lawyer fresh from her bar exam, Helga had covered the first of many painful divorces spawned from that tramp Lila. Helga had been paid richly by Ms. Sawyer to cover it with little publicity, but as she left the courtroom, Helga herself had comforted Stinky before following her client out. Through the following years Lila had worked her way through a great majority of the male population of her graduating class, before finally making it to the one man she had spent years pushing away.

Trying to block the simpering visage of Lila out, Helga instead turned her attention to the other face in the photo. Arnold had not changed much since the end of high school when Helga last saw him. His hair had grown longer and hung slightly across his forehead, but he still had the distinctively shaped head and bright eyes. As Helga stared at the newsprint, it finally sunk in. She had lost Arnold forever. Or at least until Lila left him a broken man, unable to ever love another woman. Helga sank to the ground; her back pressed against the cabinets and allowed the tears to flow quietly.

"Ms. Pataki?" A voice startled her, and Helga struggled quickly to her feet, trying to hide the signs of her grief.

"Excuse me. I wasn't aware anyone was left in the office." Helga said, turning her back on the visitor and mopping at her streaming eyes. She cast her gaze about for anything to distract from her current rampaging emotions and lit upon the newspaper. "I'm sorry. Is this yours?" She asked, holding up the paper. The man stepped forward and took it from her.

"Yes. I didn't mean to leave it laying around in here. So strange about Arnold and Lila…" he trailed off, immersed in the article. Helga stared for a second, trying to figure out why this stranger seemed so familiar. She leaned slightly, trying to catch sight of his eye color; sure that was the clue to his identity. As she shifted, her well-used heels gave out and one snapped, sending her toppling to the floor.

"Helga!" The stranger shouted, dropping his paper. He immediately went to her rescue, concern lighting his grey eyes. He offered her his hand and helped to pull her to her feet. Suddenly, something clicked inside Helga's mind.

"Brainy?" He laughed, steadying her on one high heel.

"I've been working here nearly as long as you have and you've never noticed?" He asked, laughing. But beneath that laugh was a certain loneliness and melancholy tone. Helga's legal training immediately picked up on that.

"Brainy, why are you here? Why have you spent all this time here?" He looked away for a moment, staring pointedly at the marriage announcement in the paper.

"Do you really have to ask?"

(Some Time Later)

Helga sat behind her desk, moodily staring out her window again, watching the sunset. A knock interrupted her reverie and she yelled for them to come in. The door clicked open and Brainy entered. Helga looked up and smiled. Brainy grinned back.

"I think that's the first time you've ever really smiled at me." He said, handing her a folder. Helga sidestepped the statement.

"You don't wheeze anymore." Brainy gave a barking hoarse laugh and made no further comment. A few moments passed in silence as Helga looked through the folder and Brainy stared out the window. Finally, with a shuddering sigh, Helga broke the silence and spoke.

"Brainy, this is going to sound awkward, and I don't want it to, but I have to say it. You're still in love with me, aren't you?"

For a moment, he didn't reply. Not able to take it, Helga plowed on.

"I spent most of my life in desperate adoration of that ridiculous football-head. And now he's gone and married that twit Lila. Brainy, I'm tired of being alone. I know you still love me. I've loved for so long and never been loved in return. I want to know what it's like. Will you show me?" She paused and looked expectantly at her bespectacled friend. He still didn't reply. Helga threw her arms in the air and stood up from her desk hard enough to send the chair crashing against the wall.

"Hang it all Brainy. I know you can show me what it's like. I want to feel something new. You can't hide it from me. Show me!" She crossed the room to where he stood and grabbed his shoulders. "Please?"

Brainy looked her in the eyes. Staring deep into their grey depths, Helga saw Brainy steeling himself for something. In an instant, he wrapped both his arms around her and kissed her. Helga's breath caught in her throat at the sudden emotion that ripped through both of them. When they eventually separated, both gasping for air, Brainy finally spoke.

"You don't know how long I've waited to do that." His voice was husky, almost like it had been with the wheezing Helga remembered. "Trust me, Helga, I'll show you what love is."

There you have it. More Brainy goodness. As usual, they are a little OOC, but I think all characters do that when you try to make them older. And I'm aware that we were never told what color eyes Brainy had, but I always pictured them as grey. I've written him with grey eyes before.

As always, remember to review with comments, suggestions, or title guesses. Until next time!