A/N: Little bit o' drama in this chapter, but I'm fairly certain you'll like how it ends.

ATTENTION: I may or may not raise the rating with the next chapter, still havent decided whether it's essential to the story or not, but watch the rating with the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.


Arnold leaned calmly against the wall outside the visitors center, watching through the window at Helga and Olga, with Helga grasping her older sister's, and pleading with her. After a few minutes, Olga looked over to Arnold through the window, and he saw Helga blush. Arnold smiled to himself and leaned back against the wall. Glancing through the window again, he saw Helga get up and embrace her older sister in a loving hug.

They were about the same height now, but Olga's hair was still cut short, how ever her glowing beauty had diminished. Her skin was now sickly pale, her cheek bones were more pronounced, the bones of her hands sticking out. His heart broke for Helga. She wasn't the spitting image of her older sister, but she was still beautiful, while her hair wasn't exactly what you would call combed, she didn't have a heavy coat of make up on, her clothes were a little wrinkled, and she still looked like she needed a good, long nights sleep, Arnold still couldn't force himself to look away as Helga smiled lovingly over to her sister, now making her way out the other door of the visitors center. Helga started to walk towards the door, and he looked down at the Styrofoam up he had in his hands. This coffee better be good, He thought to himself as she grabbed onto the knob and opened the door.

He held up the coffee once she was through the door, and she paused, perplexed. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you're about to collapse. And unless you want me to carry you back to your dorm, I suggest you drink this."

She smiled and grabbed the cup from him with both hands and took a sip. "Thanks Arnold," She paused and looked down at the tile. "for everything."

"It's what I'm here for." He said with a shrug. They started walking slowly down the hall, and Arnold looked over to Helga, who had a slight far away look in her eyes and a small smile, with her eyes fixed upon the coffee cup in her hands. Arnold bumped her shoulder and she looked up at him. "What's on your mind?"

"It's uh..." a small smile played at her lips again and she shook her head. "It's nothing."

"You know, Helga, you used to be better at lying." He grinned over at her. She simply squinted her eyes over at him and puckered her lips. He shook his head as they continued walking slowly down the hall way back to the lobby. He looked over to his side again, but Helga was gone. He looked behind him, and Helga was frozen in place. A look of absolute shook set in her wide eyes. Her empty hand was trembling as he looked down to see her coffee spewed all across the linoleum floor. She began to hyperventilate slightly and Arnold was at her side in an instant.

He placed a hand gently on her back and rubbed in a circular motion, as he reached out to grab her trembling hand that was still holding onto the cup that was on the floor. "Helga, what is it?" He asked in a small voice.

"It's him..." Her voice was trembling worse than her hand. Arnold followed her wide eyes to the lobby to the tall, yet very heavy set man standing at the reception window. Arnold studied the man for a minute, but he didn't recognize him. He had dark grey hair, cut short and combed off to the side, with a dark five o'clock shadow. He wore a pale green polo T shirt, tucked in to reveal in very bulging gut. It almost looked like...

"Is that your dad?" Arnold asked in shock.

"After eight years, he has the nerve to show his face now." She whispered.

"What is he doing here?" He pulled Helga into him protectively, and she didn't move to back away from him. He looked down at Helga and she still had her wide set eyes fixed upon her imposing looking father. "You want to get out of here?"

She let out a long breath as her eyes seemed to take on a new angry expression. She shot out of his grasp and stomped angrily up to the man still standing at reception. Arnold quickly followed behind her. Her voice was thick with hatred as she stormed up to him and shoved a finger in the man's chest. "You got a lot of nerve, Bob!"

The man turned to look down at Helga with a look of surprise. "Olga?"

She turned around and threw her arms in the air with a scoff. "I shouldn't have expected you to recognize your accidental offspring after thirteen years of neglect and eight more of abandonment."

"Is that you, Helga?" Bob's deep and heavy voice echoed through the empty lobby of the clinic.

"No! It's Nancy Sinatra, and these boots are about to walk all over you." Arnold stifled a laugh at Helga's threat.

"You better watch your tongue, little lady!" Bob pointed a finger at Helga. "I came to see my daughter, where's Olga?" Bob looked past her down the hall.

"No! You have no right to see her! You gave up that right when you walked out on us. My sister has enough problems right now, and she doesn't need you around giving her more."

"She's my daughter!"

"You don't have a daughter!" Helga screamed. "You left! You gave up your right to call yourself a father a long time ago, Bob! A real father would have been there! Tell me something, Bob, where were you when Olga gave up her teaching career to become an actress? Where were you when I woke up one morning to find Mariam dead, face down on our kitchen floor? Tell me Bob! Where the HELL were you?!"

"Helga, I..."

"You're a coward, Bob." She interrupted him. "You have no right to speak to Olga. She spent the last few conscious years of her life in denial, thinking that her dear old daddy would come back and she could have her perfect little family back, and she finally cracked and realized that it was never going to happen. So you can consider this your fault, and as always, I have to pick up the pieces. But that isn't your daughter any more, Bob. It's my sister. Now leave."

Bob stared Helga down for a minute, but Helga remained an unshakable force, and Arnold felt very proud of her. Bob was always one of the most intimidating men he had ever met, and Helga wasn't batting an eye lash as she let her anger out at him. Bob turned and walked out, and both Helga and Arnold watched him go out onto the street and disappear from sight. Arnold looked over at Helga's still serious face, and saw a tear leak out onto her cheek. Arnold, who had let his tense shoulders deflate, looked over to the women standing next to him, and her knuckles were still white, and her own shoulders were still set in stone.

Arnold gulped, and slowly crept up behind her. He raised his hands, and placed them gently on her shoulders, but she didn't respond. He moved his thumbs in gentle circles, just above her shoulder blades, and he could feel her muscles cramping. He continued to massage her shoulders and decided to try to get her attention. "Helga?" She remained stoic. "Helga, are you alright?"

"Eight years..." He slowed his massaging to a halt and slid his hands down her slim shoulders to her upper arms. "Eight years and he finally comes back. I told myself so many times that he was dead in a ditch somewhere that it became true. But now... it's taking everything in me not to kill him myself."

"I don't mean to put idea's in your head, but I know a guy who can get us the needles of an Australian Stonefish. Excruciating, agonizing pain for four hours." She looked back at him, with a stifled smile, and he rubbed her arms up and down and she placed a hand top of his. "You uh... dropped your coffee back there. You need another one or do I have to carry you back to campus?"

"No need to throw me over your shoulder, He-man. I'm a big girl, I can make it on my own steam."

"Piggy back ride?"

"I'm fine, Arnold."

"I meant for me." He said, leaning over to look at her from the side. She chuckled and elbowed him playfully in the stomach. "You ready to head back?

"Yeah." Arnold nodded and started for the door, until he felt her grab onto his wrist, urging him to stop. "Before we go, Arnold, there's uh... something I want to tell you."

His pulse soared at the tone of her voice. "What is it, Helga?"

"This past month, I've been... fighting something but... I can't fight it anymore." She stepped into him and placed her hands flush against his chest and looked up at him with her bright blue eyes. "Can I tell you something, Arnold?"

"Anything..."

"I'd give anything to relive that night." Arnold gripped her hips and pulled her in as he let his eyes drift shut.

"You were wrong, Helga."

"What do you mean?" She asked in some what of a fearful whisper. Arnold reached behind him and pulled out her note.

"And as you read this letter, and come to the inevitable conclusion that it is being written as a good bye letter, you have every single right to feel angry, to even hate me if you have it in you. A part of me hopes that you will, but another part of me wishes that you look back on our night of sensual love making as a good thing, but no more than a one night stand." He recited the few lines back to her, and handed the note to her. "I was never angry at you, Helga, and that night was so, so much more that a one night stand."

"You kept this note all this time?"

He placed his hand to enclose over hers, and fold the note into it. "If I threw it away, then it would have been a good bye letter, and I have no intention of saying good bye to you, Helga." He snaked his arms around her waist and she came with out protest into him.

"Arnold?"

"Yeah?" She started her hands up a path against his chest as her eyes darted down toward his lips.

"Can we kiss now?"

"Promise not to disappear on me again?"

"Just kiss me." She demanded as she pushed against the back of his head and forced his lips onto hers and kissed him passionately. He pressed against the small of her back as she balled her fists against his hair. This wasn't the frenzied, can't get enough, ripping at each other kissing that they had shared before. But it was still as if they couldn't get enough. Each kiss deepened, first with his bottom lip being sucked into hers, then with his tongue darting out and being granted immediate access to her mouth, then to have her own tongue bat against his. With his arms wrapped fully around her back, with hers wrapped fully around his neck, they were inseparable.

Their lips locked in one more long kiss and they separated, but still clung to each other as they let their foreheads sit together. "You ready to go home now?"

"You still up to give me that piggy back ride, I'm pretty exhausted."

He sighed comically, turned around. "Hop on."