A/N: Doing some major skipping in this chapter!

The rest of the week had been a whirlwind of activity. Most of their time was divided between hanging around town, in Helga's dorm, and even at Gerald's aunt's house. She was better now though and Helga and Gerald were in the airport. Gerald's flight was almost ready for boarding.

"I'm going to miss you." Helga said, kissing him lightly.

"I'm going to miss you too. But we can still visit every now and then, and talk with each other of course." Gerald smiled and kissed him back.

"I know, I know. But still." She smiled at his kiss.

Flight 102 to San Francisco, California is now boarding

"Looks like it's time to go." Gerald from a bit and they hugged one last time. "I'll call you when I get in."

"Alright, stay safe." Helga gave him one last peck on the cheek before watching him walk towards the gate.

Two Years Later

"I'm really glad that Rhonda pays for all of these get togethers. I mean, Paris. Can you imagine if she decided that this year she wasn't going to shell out the money for all the attendees?" Helga laughed. She was talking to Brainy, who had flown down with her. Gerald wasn't here yet, but she was keeping an eye out.

"I know, it's crazy. Just as long as she doesn't tell us the next trip is in Antarctica." He laughed with her.

"Well if we were in Antarctica it would give us more of a reason to cuddle." A voice from behind them said and arms encircled Helga's waist.

Helga yelped a bit and looked up, ready to punch whoever it was, but it was only Gerald. So she relaxed. "Nice of you to finally arrive Geraldo." She smirked a bit and then hugged him. Over the past two years they had kept in contact constantly. They figured out a plan to meet twice a year. This Rhonda Paid trip and then one other time later in the year for a week. "I've missed you." She said and kissed him, not caring who saw this year.

Last year they had kept their relationship a secret, but this year it didn't matter to either of them who knew. Gerald kissed her back and laughed softly. "I missed you too Pataki."

Brainy shuddered. "Too much lovey dovey stuff for me." He chuckled. "I'll see you two lovebirds around."

Gerald flashed a grin and nodded. "See you Brainy."

"Yeah see you." Helga smiled as they watched Brainy move on. Then she turned her attention back to Gerald. "So whose room are we going to stay in?"

"Your's. We occupied my room last time." He chuckled.

As they started to walk towards the check in desk, they paid little attention to the others who were watching them, namely Rhonda, Harold, Thad, and Arnold. Yes Arnold. After the whole wedding disaster Helga had contacted Phoebe about a week later to let her know that she and Gerald were, in fact, not married, and it had simply been a ruse. Then she hadn't talked to Phoebe again. Phoebe had confided this to Arnold, and even told him about Helga's feelings for him.

Arnold finally understood the reason behind the plan, and now he had been watching Helga more often at these get togethers. She wasn't as mean now as she was when they were younger. She was smart, funny, and pretty damn hot these days. Arnold was shaken out of his thoughts by a hand clasping his own. "Hey Pheebs." He said automatically with a smile down at his wife of nearly three years.

"Let's go check in. My feet are killing me." Phoebe laughed. With her small frame the rather large bump on her stomach was noticeable.

"Of course dear." Arnold kissed her forehead and led her to the check in counter, carrying their two suitcases. By this time Gerald and Helga had already checked in and disappeared.

Two Days Later

Helga was walking down the hallway, headed toward the room she shared with Gerald. She had just been talking with Rhonda. Despite them having their difference and most of the time Rhonda irritated her greatly Helga didn't mind having a sit down with her to talk about Gerald. After all Rhonda was an expert when it came to guys. All you had to do was take a look at Harold to figure that out. The young man shed over 200 lbs, worked out a lot, and knew how to dress well these days. He wouldn't be that way if Rhonda hadn't been by his side and motivating him.

Gerald was out with Thad, Sid, and Stinky taking in a few of the more 'guyish' sights this afternoon, and searching for a nice place to take Helga for dinner. Helga's heart skipped a beat when she saw Arnold waiting by the door. What was he doing here? God why did her heart still flutter at the sight of him.

"Hey Helga." He smiled, straightening off the wall and turning to look at her.

"What do you want Football Head?" She asked sharply. It was taking all her willpower to put on an annoyed face. She loved Gerald, why did Arnold have to show up and stir up these old feelings she had for him?

"Relax Helga." He seemed unphased. "I just wanted to see how you and Gerald were doing." He took a step closer and Helga took a step back, reflexively.

"We...We're doing fine. Thank you very much." She straightened a bit as well. "Where's Phoebe. Shouldn't you be tending to your wife? In her...condition and all?" Helga asked, narrowing her eyes slightly. Arnold had ulterior motives for this little visit. She could feel it.

"That's good. Phoebe is fine, she's sleeping." Arnold shrugged, leaning down a bit. "I found out something interesting a while ago."

Helga took a shallow breath. "Oh? What...was that?"

"You like me. A lot. You have for years."

Helga tensed visibly. Phoebe must have told him..."I used to like you Arnold." Her voice trembled a bit.

"I think you still do like me." He leaned in closer and Helga moved to the side a bit, against the door, her hand on the handle.

"I...I don't! I'm with Gerald now."

"Are you sure?"

"YES!"

"Let's see then." Suddenly Arnold's lips were on Helga and Helga was powerless to stop him. How long had she waited for this moment?

Oh God. I...I can't...I shouldn't...Helga suddenly pulled away and Arnold smirked a bit. "Get away from me Football Head. Or...Or I'll tell Gerald what you did! H...He'll beat the living daylights out of you!" And just for good measure Helga slapped him across the face and quickly went in to the room, leaning against the door. Helga took a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling a tear running down her face. Why was he doing this? He...he has Phoebe. And he had his chance...to try and get to know me better. That kiss...it was everything I ever...does this mean I really am using Gerald? Subconsciously using him? She took a step away from the door and someone knocked.

"Helga it's me."

A/N: Ah yes. I'm making Arnold a bad guy in this. Love him to death, but it seems like a fitting role this time around.