Milo's mouth gaped open and Kida squinted, unbelieving at the sight. Milo stepped forward about three steps, then stopped.
"Thought you'd got rid of me, I see." The voice drew out, a smile coming over the face of no other than Helga Sinclair.
"How…" Milo managed.
"Don't worry. It's to late for me to go back. There's no way I could harm you."
"Oh, no. There's no way you're staying here." Kida remarked.
"You think you can stop me?" Helga asked.
Kida narrowed her eyes.
"Kida, why don't you just…just leave us?" Milo asked, a bit of pleading on his voice.
"But I thought-"
"Please, Kida?"
"Alright." She left, but not before stabbing Helga with a look of utmost hate.
Milo watched her go, then looked back at Helga, "Why have you come here?"
"It was the only place to go." She remarked, walking out onto the balcony over the city.
Milo followed her, "But…we all thought you were dead."
"You would, wouldn't you? Yes, for a while, even I thought I was dead. But I didn't take an Army Survival Course for nothing. I've been trying to get here for two weeks."
"What do you want of us?"
She ignored his question, "The father gave you the throne, didn't he?"
"I don't want to talk about it. I can't believe you could even speak of her father…after…after what you did."
"Oh, Milo," she finally looked up at him, "That's the thing about you. You think you hate me, but you can't hate anyone. That's why I always liked you, I did like you, but of course, I didn't show it. For a while I…I even loved you. But I'd never show it. That's what they teach you in the Army. You show emotions, you lose. We all see how that actually worked out, didn't we?"
Milo stood there, trying to take all this in. Helga? Loving someone? And HIM, of all people? It was all very strange, but he was alright with it, he supposed.
His eyes softened a bit, "Come on. You must be really tired. And hungry. Come in; you'll stay with us until I figure out what to do."
Milo got Helga something to eat and sent her into a bedroom with it. He then went back down to the main balcony, where Kida now sat, looking out on the kingdom. When she saw him, she gave him an icy glare, then turned back around. He scratched the back of his neck nervously and rubbed his chin, making a mental note that he needed to shave.
"Kida, she didn't have anywhere to go; we couldn't just send her away."
"She tried to kill me and my people. All she cared about was herself."
"Here's the way I look at it: she's stuck here, so there's no way she can steal the crystal because she can't leave."
"She'll think of something."
"Kida, just give her a second chance-"
"She doesn't deserve one. I hate her; I don't want anything to do with her. And I can't believe you-you of all people, would let her back in to the city."
"Kida, I-"
She stood up, "No, don't talk to me. I don't want anything to do with you, either." Then she turned and stalked out.
Milo watched her go out and knew there was only one thing to do: sleep it off.
The next morning, Milo awoke early enough to make sure Helga had no contact whatsoever with Kida. He knew that wouldn't go well and was afraid of what Kida would do and what Helga's reaction would be.
"Helga?" he opened Helga's bedroom door timidly, "You awake?"
He saw she was awake. She stood at the mirror in her same old clothes, brushing out her hair and tying it up.
"Helga, listen, we've got to figure something out…"
"About what I said yesterday…" she turned around, she obviously wasn't one for hellos and continued, "I shouldn't have said the whole thing about me loving you, it was uncalled for. I'm sorry."
"It…it's fine." Milo had almost forgotten; but of course, he hadn't.
"Now what was it you were saying?"
"Helga, I'm going to be frank with you because I know you can take it, but…Kida's not exactly…excited that you're here."
"Nor would she be. To her I'm probably just a blood-sucking American that she never knew."
"That's…about right." Milo said.
"And let me guess…now she's mad at you also because you showed me compassion."
"Yes, you're exactly right. How'd you know that?"
"People are all the same, Milo, just different faces. I can read a person quicker than the heart can beat."
"Oh, well…that's a good talent, I suppose."
"Well, I guess it's-" but suddenly, she starting to go into a hacking cough that made even Milo feel sick.
"Are…are you alright?" he asked, as she started to calm down.
"Yes, I'll be fine…it's nothing, really."
"It didn't sound like nothing. It sounds terrible."
"Well, how would you sound of you'd been stuck in a dark hole for days?"
"I…" he ignored her, "It sounds like you have water in your lungs."
"Oh, been taking lessons from Sweet, I see."
"No, seriously, it doesn't sound good."
"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine."
There was a long silence, Milo simply looking at his feet and Helga looking at him.
"I tried to save you, you know." He said, and dared to look up at her.
"What?"
"When you fell. I tried to grab you, but I couldn't."
"Why would you do that? After…after you knew that I wanted to destroy Atlantis just so I could be rich?"
"I couldn't just let you die." He said simply.
"Oh, please." She suddenly turned back into her hard-rock self, "I can't believe you. That just shows you what a monster I am."
"Huh?"
"I wouldn't have reached out for me if I had been you. I would have let me go. I deserved it."
"Seems like being in a hole has really changed you."
"Shut up." She said, pushing him rather hard, though it didn't seem hard to her.
He rubbed his shoulder where she had pushed, "Well, I'd better go find Kida. I don't want her to be mad at me forever. I've been given the power to live for thousands of years and I don't want to spend it with someone who hates me."
Helga simply nodded and let him go. What he didn't know about her. She was sick, terribly sick. But he didn't need to know. No one did. No one cared enough to know, anyway. Nothing mattered now. Nothing but destroying Atlantis…once and for all.
A/N: Hope you liked it, tell me if you didn't. Also, I need votes on this one. Should Milo fall in love with Helga or Kida? Please tell me, because I have two story lines and I need to know which one to go with. Thanx bunches. :)
"Thought you'd got rid of me, I see." The voice drew out, a smile coming over the face of no other than Helga Sinclair.
"How…" Milo managed.
"Don't worry. It's to late for me to go back. There's no way I could harm you."
"Oh, no. There's no way you're staying here." Kida remarked.
"You think you can stop me?" Helga asked.
Kida narrowed her eyes.
"Kida, why don't you just…just leave us?" Milo asked, a bit of pleading on his voice.
"But I thought-"
"Please, Kida?"
"Alright." She left, but not before stabbing Helga with a look of utmost hate.
Milo watched her go, then looked back at Helga, "Why have you come here?"
"It was the only place to go." She remarked, walking out onto the balcony over the city.
Milo followed her, "But…we all thought you were dead."
"You would, wouldn't you? Yes, for a while, even I thought I was dead. But I didn't take an Army Survival Course for nothing. I've been trying to get here for two weeks."
"What do you want of us?"
She ignored his question, "The father gave you the throne, didn't he?"
"I don't want to talk about it. I can't believe you could even speak of her father…after…after what you did."
"Oh, Milo," she finally looked up at him, "That's the thing about you. You think you hate me, but you can't hate anyone. That's why I always liked you, I did like you, but of course, I didn't show it. For a while I…I even loved you. But I'd never show it. That's what they teach you in the Army. You show emotions, you lose. We all see how that actually worked out, didn't we?"
Milo stood there, trying to take all this in. Helga? Loving someone? And HIM, of all people? It was all very strange, but he was alright with it, he supposed.
His eyes softened a bit, "Come on. You must be really tired. And hungry. Come in; you'll stay with us until I figure out what to do."
Milo got Helga something to eat and sent her into a bedroom with it. He then went back down to the main balcony, where Kida now sat, looking out on the kingdom. When she saw him, she gave him an icy glare, then turned back around. He scratched the back of his neck nervously and rubbed his chin, making a mental note that he needed to shave.
"Kida, she didn't have anywhere to go; we couldn't just send her away."
"She tried to kill me and my people. All she cared about was herself."
"Here's the way I look at it: she's stuck here, so there's no way she can steal the crystal because she can't leave."
"She'll think of something."
"Kida, just give her a second chance-"
"She doesn't deserve one. I hate her; I don't want anything to do with her. And I can't believe you-you of all people, would let her back in to the city."
"Kida, I-"
She stood up, "No, don't talk to me. I don't want anything to do with you, either." Then she turned and stalked out.
Milo watched her go out and knew there was only one thing to do: sleep it off.
The next morning, Milo awoke early enough to make sure Helga had no contact whatsoever with Kida. He knew that wouldn't go well and was afraid of what Kida would do and what Helga's reaction would be.
"Helga?" he opened Helga's bedroom door timidly, "You awake?"
He saw she was awake. She stood at the mirror in her same old clothes, brushing out her hair and tying it up.
"Helga, listen, we've got to figure something out…"
"About what I said yesterday…" she turned around, she obviously wasn't one for hellos and continued, "I shouldn't have said the whole thing about me loving you, it was uncalled for. I'm sorry."
"It…it's fine." Milo had almost forgotten; but of course, he hadn't.
"Now what was it you were saying?"
"Helga, I'm going to be frank with you because I know you can take it, but…Kida's not exactly…excited that you're here."
"Nor would she be. To her I'm probably just a blood-sucking American that she never knew."
"That's…about right." Milo said.
"And let me guess…now she's mad at you also because you showed me compassion."
"Yes, you're exactly right. How'd you know that?"
"People are all the same, Milo, just different faces. I can read a person quicker than the heart can beat."
"Oh, well…that's a good talent, I suppose."
"Well, I guess it's-" but suddenly, she starting to go into a hacking cough that made even Milo feel sick.
"Are…are you alright?" he asked, as she started to calm down.
"Yes, I'll be fine…it's nothing, really."
"It didn't sound like nothing. It sounds terrible."
"Well, how would you sound of you'd been stuck in a dark hole for days?"
"I…" he ignored her, "It sounds like you have water in your lungs."
"Oh, been taking lessons from Sweet, I see."
"No, seriously, it doesn't sound good."
"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine."
There was a long silence, Milo simply looking at his feet and Helga looking at him.
"I tried to save you, you know." He said, and dared to look up at her.
"What?"
"When you fell. I tried to grab you, but I couldn't."
"Why would you do that? After…after you knew that I wanted to destroy Atlantis just so I could be rich?"
"I couldn't just let you die." He said simply.
"Oh, please." She suddenly turned back into her hard-rock self, "I can't believe you. That just shows you what a monster I am."
"Huh?"
"I wouldn't have reached out for me if I had been you. I would have let me go. I deserved it."
"Seems like being in a hole has really changed you."
"Shut up." She said, pushing him rather hard, though it didn't seem hard to her.
He rubbed his shoulder where she had pushed, "Well, I'd better go find Kida. I don't want her to be mad at me forever. I've been given the power to live for thousands of years and I don't want to spend it with someone who hates me."
Helga simply nodded and let him go. What he didn't know about her. She was sick, terribly sick. But he didn't need to know. No one did. No one cared enough to know, anyway. Nothing mattered now. Nothing but destroying Atlantis…once and for all.
A/N: Hope you liked it, tell me if you didn't. Also, I need votes on this one. Should Milo fall in love with Helga or Kida? Please tell me, because I have two story lines and I need to know which one to go with. Thanx bunches. :)