THE REUNION
I loooove Hey Arnold and have done since it first aired in 1996 and being old I was well 12 or so when it started haha so yeah guess my age if you want but I like to watch, read and try to draw Hey arnold stuff and adore Helga and Arnold. I like the way Helga dreams of her wedding with Arnold and is actually sweet to him which makes me think perhaps when they are married and come on they would have married eventually, that she would not be a bitch to him, but as far as everyone else is concerned even Geraldo she would probably stay cold and well pretty rude but who cares? she has arnold and a quick note, my fics will have her with Arnold, no surpries there. I may add gloria, arnie and lila to the story too. Oh and Jason (chocolate boy) for fun, just what will he be addicted to now?
Well here is my First Hey arnold fic. Yes it will be long. Bare with me.
Oh and to the person who asked about ages and such, Yeah they are meant to be 25 yrs old and Helga got emancipated at age 15 and moved in with Arnold not long after. The torn up bit of journal he found was from when she was 15 as well. So yeah They are 25 now and I tend to do flashbacks to high school only really as I do not think the childhood stuff needs mentioning, you can watch the show if you want that haha!
Also, I doubt this fic will have a pregnancy in it as I already have another fic for that after this one.
THE REUNION
The kids of Hillwood are all grown up and MR Simmons has invited his most favored fourth grade class of PS118 to a big reunion. Its been 15 years so alot has changed. Who is married? who is successful? who are not even friends anymore and who is not invited but comes along anyway. A funny read with some real sad, fluffy and angst thrown in.
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Miles and Stella are Arnold's parents
Aunt Mitzi Arnold's great aunt, Phil's twin sister and childhood rival. She is . DEAD NOW, not in this fic.
Apologies for being a bit late in updating, Due to my work I fly frequently around the country and got back today, I also have a crying toddler to contend with *sigh*
Helga cringed when she saw the state of Jason, a twenty something male who had obviously destroyed himself from the inside out. His hair was a mess, his eyes were red, sore and his pupils were constricted. He also had very bad skin and bags under his eyes. His crooked yellow teeth and bony frame were a Poster for Drug Addiction and what it can do to you.
Helga sighed then rested herself against the door by the kitchen.
Arnold was trying to talk to Jason and in a way hope to make sense of what sent him from his hyperactive love of chocolate, to radishes and then to their knowledge the odd bit of hash which combined his two loves, chocolate and hash into brownies. No one really knew what had happened to the once known "Chocolate boy", after he left middle school.
Helga did not want to intrude on her husbands conversation with this obvious mess of a person, nor did she want to drag Phoebe and Gerald into this warped idea of Arnold and his never ending desire to help people out. It was the nature of his work off course but Jason was an out of work project if you will and Arnold really thought he could delve into what started the addiction process in Jasons life.
"So uh when did the chocolate thing start?" Arnold asked, his hands pressed against each other.
Jason scratched his arms and shifted his legs for a few seconds before looking up at Arnold and biting his nails.
"Well, uh I don't really know." He replied. "I guess my Mom wanted to keep me quiet, I was er ADD or ADHD." he then laughed at what he just said as though it were a joke.
Helga raised an eye brow.
"I cannot tell you how it started Arno." he replied pulling on his shirt repeatedly.
"Its Arnold." Mr shortman politely replied.
"Sorry man, names and me are just uh not you know ah..."
Helga shook her head and sighed. "His ramblings aren't gonna get us anywhere for Crimeny's sake." she said under her breath.
Arnold decided to take a different approach.
"Would you like something to eat?" "Or a drink perhaps?"
Jason bit the inside of his mouth as he did when he was apprehensive and nod his head.
Helga had enough and decided to walk in and placed herself at the kitchen table.
"Ah Arnold, Pheebs and Gerald can't make it." she then looked over at Jason and narrowed her eyes. "Its just us."
"Okay thanks sweetie." Arnold replied.
He took some pizza out of the box and put three sodas on the table.
"This is my wife Helga." "Do you remember her?"
Jason shook his head apologetically. "Sorry." just then he clicked his fingers and sat up.
"Wait?' "Did you ever do a stint in HRC?"
Helga started blankly at Jason and sternly replied "No."
The HRC was the Hill-Wood Rehabilitation Center.
"You sure?" Jason asked, pointing at her. "I'm sure a blonde with the same uh name as you was in there?" he started scratching his oily hair again.
Helga buried her head in her hand. "Oye." she sighed.
"Oh wait Helga" Arnold cut in. "He might mean..Miriam?" he lowered his voice.
"Oh right." Helga replied.
"Look maybe my Mom was in there Jason, I don't know, I have not seen her since Arnold and me got married." Helga replied.
"Oh." "You must both be like real rich and stuff." Jason said in a slow paced tone.
Helga opened her bottle of soda and glared at the mess of a man slumped on one of her chairs in her house.
Arnold observed her wife's coldness toward the poor guy and nudged her with his foot underneath the table.
Helga then looked at Arnold and winced.
"Ow." she yelped. Arnold looked at her and tilted his head. "Be nice." He whispered.
Helga was in no mood to entertain a struggling addict right now. Did no one seem to realize that what happened the night before had dragged up ever bad memory of her teenage past that she had? including the hospitalization and when her mother finally returned...
While Jason played with his piece of pizza, Arnold proceeded to ask more questions.
"So uh when did you...?" "When did you stop the hash?" he asked.
"Probably when he started the crack darling." Helga whispered.
Arnold shot his wife a stern glare. "Helga."
Helga looked back at him just as forcefully. He knew she was upset. Her eyes were hurt as was she. Arnold had realized that inviting a new problem into their house was nowhere near fair on his wife, who was suffering a whole lot of past trauma at the moment. He started to think that she was right and should have left Jason for a session on the couch with him...
Jason started to feel uncomfortable at the husband and wife, just staring at each other uneasily.
"UH I'm gonna use the bathroom is that okay?" he mumbled, scratching the back of his ear.
"Sure." Arnold said waving his hand.
Once he had found the bathroom, Jason pulled a small bag of blue powder out of his jacket pocket. It was crystal meth, crushed up finely into powder, ready for him to place into a line, roll up with paper and snort into his left nostril.
He coughed a bit and snorted then sniffed a couple of times before shaking his head and letting out a loud "Wooh"
Arnold placed his hand on Helgas. "I am so sorry." "I should never have invited Jason here." "You were right, its something I can put aside for working hours."
Helga placed her hand inside of his and smiled. "Yeah you should have but its done now." she then looked at the floor sadly.
"I tell you what?" Arnold said. "You go upstairs and have a lay down, I'll make a proper appointment with Jason and then I'll take you somewhere special because last night was horrendous and I want you to have a special night."
His words were warm and sincere and sent tingles up and down Helgas arms and legs.
"Just us?" She asked with a hopeful smile.
Arnold nodded. "Off course."
Helga wrapped her arms around her husband and gently wept. "Thank you."
She then pushed herself away from her husband and scanned the kitchen with her eyes suspiciously.
"Where did you let Jason get to?" she asked.
"The bathroom." Arnold answered. As he did however he realized what a stupid mistake it was to let him go into another room alone.
"Criminy" Helga yelled.
They both hopped off the table and raced toward the ground floor bathroom which was locked.
"Jason." Arnold knocked twice on the off white door.
"Oh for cripes sake." Helga growled. "Lemme do it." She started kicking the door and yelling "GET OUT" "OR WE CALL THE COPS NOW"
Arnold thought it harsh but realized when it came to a dangerous addiction such as Jasons was, you could take no chances.
Jason slowly unlocked the door and Arnold seized him before he could scarper out the door.
Arnold grabbed his arm and Helga went to call the police.
Jasons eyes were wide and his pupils were like dark holes, they had expanded so greatly. He seemed less agitated but much more anxious.
"Let me go." He pleaded. "Please, dont call the cops, just let me go." His expression was that of a helpless and broken young man.
Arnold sighed. "What happened to you?" he asked.
Jason slumped to the floor and Helga held the phone in her hand, waiting for him to say something before she made any calls.
"What happened?" "huh" "The money Arnold, the money was good, the deal was sweet, I sell on behalf, i get what i want it all works out."
"So you're dealing on behalf of some drug lord?" Helga questioned, hands gripped on the phone tightly.
Jason nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, its good money well its easy meth ahh i mean its good easy meth money." Jason was too far gone to realize what he was saying.
"You're selling and snorting Meth?" "is that correct?" Arnold knelt beside him and asked gently.
"Not just any meth man." A smile broke across the addicts face. "Its blue." "The best quality meth ever."
"Right?" Arnold raised a brow. "Why is it blue?"
Jason lifted one finger in the air and winked at him. "Its this new chemical they use, no psuedoephedrine needed yo."
He then looked around in paranoia to make sure noone else was watching or listening.
"Its methylene blue." "Made with methylamine." "an organic compound of..."
"Wait wait wait." Helga cut in and stood over Jason.
"I do not care what color", "or what amazing new compound you have found for your little crystal meth lifestyle Bucko."
She pointed to the door. "Just get out, and never ever come to this house again."
Arnold held Jason up and backed up what his wife had said.
"Sorry Jason its just too dangerous to have you here." he led the rather uptight man to the door.
"But...I was hoping you guys would wanna...?"
Helga folded her arms. "Wanna what?" "Buy some?"
Jason looked at Arnold and gave him a hopeful look.
Arnold cringed. "NO"
"You...you don't know what you're missing man, its the shit, its better than anything in the whole world its..." *SLAM*
Helga shut the door in his face.
Arnold slumped onto the floor leaning against the door and sighed.
"I...uh.." he was lost for words.
Helga knelt beside him. "Look darling if you will." she softly smiled. "You cannot fix everyone." she patted him on the knee.
"God knows you try and you do well but..." "Drugs and addiction, its just..." Helga then bit her lip and thought of her own mother in rehab.
"Sometimes people don't want to be helped." she looked into his sad eyes. "Its not because they will never want help because one day Jason may want your help but right now.." "He doesn't."
Arnold listened intently to what his wife had to say and smiled at her.
"You're right my love." He softly replied.
"I know." Helga said proudly, giving her husband a sly wink.
She held out her hand to help Arnold to his feet and the two of them held each other close.
"Do you think he knows where the bus to Hill-Wood is from here?" She asked, looking out the window.
"Yeah he'll find it." Arnold said, placing Helgas long hair behind her ears with his soft fingers. She really liked when he did that, it felt comfortable.
Helga stroked Arnold's soft skin until her fingers met his lips. He gently teased her by biting on her finger tips.
"Now you've done it." she pushed him against the door and pressed her lips against his with passionate intentions...
Arnold felt for the lock on the door and gently turned it, locking the house.
"How about we stay in?" He whispered in her ear.
Helga yelped as he picked her up and carried her upstairs in his arms while she rested against his chest. He still had to be careful even now as her pelvis would never completely heal. Helga managed with regular physiotherapy and pain relief. Not to mention the anti anxiety medication she was on for severe Post traumatic stress brought on by obvious past events.
Last night did not help at all, nor did the reunion but Arnold was not to know and nor was Helga. Her therapist had told her that a Reunion would be great for her minds healing process, little did her therapist know that Wolfgang would show up the next time uninvited and unwanted.
As they lay on the bed, Arnold removed Helgas clothes and led her into the shower. He gently washed her back with soft strawberry bath wash, lathering her skin from top to toe. The majority of the scars had gone and the bruises were non existent now. One large scar remained on the small of her back, a dark gash that would never completely go. Arnold was careful when he massaged and washed her hip area as it affected her pelvic joints which were very damaged. Arnold finished up by washing his wifes long blonde hair, she closed her eyes and hummed as he did so..
Helga proceeded to wash him all over, but was unable to bend properly as her pelvis was still sore. She managed to massage his hair and his neck and arms.
Arnold turned the shower off and gently helped his wife out and wrapped a warm purple towel around her.
"Why does it hurt some days more than others?" she moaned.
Arnold dried his hair and wrapped a towel around himself. He placed both his hands on helgas shoulders and started to dry her.
"Some days will be better than others sweetie." he replied.
Helga closed her eyes and sighed. She did however enjoy her attentive husband drying her after a shower together. He did not have much time when he was working so she enjoyed these summer holidays that he was able to take, given his wage he was more than able to live comfortably without having to work for the summer and still pay the mortgage off their coastal property.
When Helga slid into bed, Arnold lay next to her, both were naked and cuddled close together.
"I guess I'll take you out tomorrow night then my lady." Arnold whispered into her ear.
Helga giggled as the warm breath tickled her ear drum..
"I guess you will Arnoldo."
Arnold decided he would call the Rehabilitation center the next day to confirm a place for Jason, making sure his sway as a psychologist was enough to get him referred without getting the police or DEA involved.
For now though, his wife was his priority...
"Im sorry about the other night Helga." "I really am." he wrapped both arms around her waist and let his hands cup her breasts.
"I should have thrown Wolfgangs head against a window and then used the smashed window glass to stab him." Arnold hissed.
Helga's eyes grew wide. "What?" "You'd have done that?" she turned around and placed his hands back on her firm breasts.
"I would have killed him, but then I could not bare to be away from you." He pressed his nose against hers.
"No Arnold, I could not have you go to prison for me." "I want and need you here." "I think you know how much I love you." She closed her eyes as she spoke and let out a sigh.
Arnold massaged her breasts. "I have some idea Mrs Shortman." He chuckled.
As they leaned in for some passionate kissing, Helga said to him. "I would kill for you, you know that."
Arnold nodded and proceeded to kiss her. "I know you would." "You wont need to though because I'd kill them first." He said, about to purse his lips against hers.
The kiss turned into feeling and petting which in turn led to sex and sweating followed by a big sigh of relief from both of them.
Arnold quickly fell asleep while Helga lay across his chest hearing his breathing and feeling the air from his nostrils hit her face.
Her thoughts darted back to senior year when Miriam came home and Bob had been arrested.
2005 senior year
Miriam returned to an empty house in Hillwood with Olga who was just as surprised as she was.
When She called Helgas cellphone number she was redirected to a new phone number.
There was no answer.
"Where is she?" Miriam cried. "My baby girl, I want to show her I've changed and that everything is going to be okay again."
Olga raced upstairs then came back down with a piece of paper.
The pretty eldest sister had tears streaming down her face.
"Oh Mom, I dont think everything is going to be okay." "oh"
The two women hugged as Miriam read the paper which had an official copy of an emancipation order printed and signed on it.
"Assault?" Miriam gasped. "Where's Bob?" "And where's my Helga?" Miriam cried into her daughters arms..
"We'll find them Mom." Olga whimpered.
When they did find Helga she was at Arnold, her boyfriends house. She had been out of school for half of her sophomore year at 15 and the first few months of her junior year at 16. By the time she turned 17/18 she was almost finished in high school and was recovering well. Her face did sink as did her heart when she saw her mother and perfect sister at the door in floods of tears.
"What do you two want?" she asked.
"Oh Helga I am so sorry." Miriam cried and went to hug her but helga moved away.
"No." she said firmly. "Dont try to be nice now, you had your chance."
Olga was perplexed. "Baby sister whatever do you mean?"
"Oh dont play dumb Olga." Helga yelled.
"I was left alone with HIM for two years until...well until I ended up in hospital." A few tears welled in her eyes but she hid them back.
Arnold then came to the door and saw who it was. He placed a warm arm around his girlfriends waist.
"Are you okay sweetie?" "need any help?" he asked.
Helga shook her head. "No Im okay." Helga said with a small smile. "I might need some help getting up the stairs though."
Miriam gasped. "What did your father do?"
"Hes NOT my father." Helga retorted.
"He threw you're daughter down the stairs when she was 15 and broke her pelvis." Arnold chimed in.
"I was in hospital and practically a freakin invalid for the next year after that." Helga said with a face filled with anger and hurt.
Olga fell to her knees and cried into her hands.
"Its no good crying now." Arnold sternly said.
"Its over and done with."
Helga nodded. "Stella and Miles are my family now Miriam." "They took care of me and helped me walk properly again."
"Oh well okay." Miriam wiped her eyes.
"Bob was arrested last year, not long after he hurt me for the last time." Helga informed a distraught Mother and sister.
"He pleaded not guilty." Arnold sighed. "Can you believe that?"
"Why would he do that?" Miriam asked.
Helga folded her arms.
"He paid for my stay in hospital including the rehabilitation and therapy."
Miriam wiped her eyes. "Oh so he did try to help?"
Helga was furious. Arnold just sighed.
"TRIED TO HELP?" she screamed.
"He beat me everyday and then one really fun and exciting day he decided to throw me down the stairs." "I'll never be completely healed, do you know what that means?" Helga yelled.
Tears started to fill up in her eyes.
"I can't talk to you anymore." "get off the door step and out of my life like you did before."
Arnold led Helga into the room beside the entrance and told her to wait there.
He then stepped outside and looked over at Olga who was hugging her mother.
"Well uh maybe he was trying to say sorry by paying for her treatment?" "Can she not forgive?"
Olgas words echoed through Arnold's mind...
Now he saw why Helga had been so angry and spiteful for so many years. Why her childhood was so miserable and even though she tried she could never be fully happy. Her family had completely shattered any mental and now physical chance she had at being a healthy young woman in society.
"He's been given five years in prison." Arnold replied coldly.
"After what he did to Helga, he deserves life." "That's not something I say lightly either."
"Buuu...Buuut Arnold...wait." Olga held out her hand.
Arnold went to close the door. "WHAT?" he asked with a large glare.
"Can she not even see me?" "Her big sister?"
Arnold shook his head. "Not now Olga." he closed the door and locked it.
Helga was sitting in the other room, her hands buried into her face.
Arnold looked at her sympathetically. Helgas tears were running through her fingers she was using to cover her face up.
Arnold pressed his hand on her shoulder.
"They're gone." he said.
She looked up and wiped her eyes.
"Good." she replied, holding out a hand to Arnold.
He lifted her up and together they made their way slowly up the stairs.
Grandpa Phil who was still alive at that stage made a joke about Helga being as frail as him when she entered the kitchen.
"You'll keep old man." Helga smirked.
Arnold led Helga into his bed room..
The rain fell onto the massive amount of windows in the converted attic.
Helga lay on her back and looked up as the rain fell.
"She will take him back, once he's out you know?" Helga said.
Arnold raised an eye brow.
"Miriam?"
Helga sighed. "Yeah." "Olga will forgive him so she can stay his favorite."
She closed her eyes and listened to the rain fall.
"I'll be the mistake who was responsible for putting HIM away in prison." Helga sighed.
"He paid for my treatment to ease his own guilt." "not to mention it was a bad attempt to help the case against him." She winced as a shooting pain went down past her spine and through her left leg.
Arnold lay next to her and cuddled her.
"Well you're not a mistake and you don't need them." "You have a better family now."
Helga held Arnolds hand as the two of them lay next to each other under the windows.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Yes." Arnold replied.
"Mom and Dad and Me and even grandpa." "We like having you around you know?"
Helga did not know whether to cry or laugh.
"So, this is what acceptance feels like?" she said looking to the dark sky.
Arnold nodded his head and leaned over her. "Yes."
"Oh in that case I have something to ask you." she slowly turned on to her side.
Arnold did so in turn and they both starred at each other.
"Its just Senior Prom wont be far away and I thought that maybe..."
Arnold shook his head and laughed.
"Helga." "Really?"
"I'm serious." Helga replied clutching his hand.
"Will you go with me?" she asked.
Arnold rolled his eyes, "You KNOW I will." "Silly girl."
"Good." "Its settled then." Helga said, trying to suppress a laugh.
Good memories fluttered in between the bad ones, which kept Helga tossing and turning in her sleep.
Once the medication had finally kicked in, she was able to rest her weary and busy mind.
Sometimes though the darkness of her past would surface like it did the other night and she would be forced to relive it again, other times like tonight, she would scan her brain for a memory of darkness which would be outshone with lightness at the end, the light that came from being loved and accepted.
Thank you loyal followers for the reviews and anyone else who has skimmed the story and reviewed it.
I have enjoyed writing this so far, and am not sure where to take this story.
I already have a pregnancy fic in mind so do not really want to make this one a pregnancy one as well.
I will try to have this updated in the next two days.
Any ideas of where you think or who you think should be added to the story?
Wolfgang is making another appearance, but it wont end happily for him
You will also find out why in the flashbacks Miriam and Olga were at Arnold and Helgas wedding, so perhaps there was a reconciliation? even if only brief.
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