Hey Arnold belongs to Nick and people like that, who are too stupid to just show the rest of season five.

Arnold parked his truck in a parking garage attached to the building Helga was suppose to be in. Helga was right about traffic, it took him 45 minutes to get here. He couldn't get over the fact the name Tchaikovsky sounded familiar from somewhere, but it escaped his mind. He locked up his truck and walked over to the elevator. He was on level P3 and he had to go to floor three above. The elevator doors dinged and opened. Two beautiful girls were getting off dressed in Nike sports wear. Arnold couldn't help but notice they had the same slim, luscious body build as Helga. As he passed them he heard as interesting comment from one.

"Helga is so on today, I couldn't bare sitting through the rest of her performance. Aaron like pointing out what I do wrong when Helga does it right." One girl said as she huffed in frustration.

"What do you expect? She is so devoted!" the other girl said in an admiring tone of voice. And then the doors shut to leave Arnold to ponder out the conversation between the two.

'Helga is performing something, sounds like she is pretty good at it from what they were saying.' Arnold thought as the doors open to the third floor. He walked out into a hall way decorated in modern deco. Natural wood and steel made up the elevator section. Then he noticed the rest of the hall way had one wall as a window into the studio. He walked out into view and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

"Wow." Arnold said watching as the girl performed a perfect spin on her toes. She was a ballerina. Her slender build presented perfectly in the black leotard with a sheer pink skirt wrapped around her hips. The skirts fabric accented each graceful movement of her legs. Her arms moved in following gestures and looked a smooth as silk. Her face was too hard to see with her spins and rapid movement. Her Blonde hair was pulled back in a simple bun. She was like an angel, Arnold hadn't felt this head over heels since Lila or Ruth.

She stopped and took an elegant bow. Her back was to him so he could see her face. But the music stopped and he knew she was done with this song. He heard clapping to look up and see a man most likely in his twenties, dressed in a long sleeved black work out shirt and a pair on black sweats.

"Very good!" Aaron said as he stopped clapping and touched the chin of the girl. She lift her head to him. "You never cease to amaze me. You will be ready for your performance in time it looks like."

The girl simply nodded and Arnold wished for all his heart she would turn around and let him see her face. Suddenly the man looked up at Arnold and leaned over and whispered to the girl.

"Looks like you have an admirer." Aaron whispered. The girl stood slowly and turned. Arnold's heart pounded as he laid eyes upon his dancing angel.

"Arnold!?" Helga gasped out as she turned around to see Arnold staring at her. She was too in shock to do anything put cover her mouth as it hanged open.

At first Arnold didn't recognize her till her voice cried out his name in surprise. He knew that voice anywhere, but it didn't match the body it came from. This wasn't the girl with metal studs stabbed in for decoration all over her body. The girl who wore so much make up she had to reapply twice a day in school. The girl whose hair was always in some weird arrangement on her head. This wasn't Helga.

"Oh a friend Helga?" Aaron asked as Helga regained herself and closed her mouth. "Maybe a boyfriend?" Aaron said with a tint of Russian accent in his voice.

"I….I….." Helga stammered and Aaron laughed. She had never had anyone come and watch her. He assumed she was a loner.

"Oh you have done enough for today, go be with your friends!" Aaron chuckled and shoved Helga forward toward the door with lead to the hallway. She walked quickly to the door and opened it. She moved a bit funny since her feet were wrapped tightly inside her ballet shoes. Once out into the hallway she gained a wave of rage.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?" she yelled as she stormed toward Arnold, who for the most part was giving a glazed eyed look.

He couldn't answer her. She was so beautiful without all the makeup and rings on a face. She looked so natural and pure. His hand shook a bit as he raised it to show her the tape he was holding. She hadn't realized she lost it since she wasn't practicing that number today.

"Arnold….you shouldn't have come down here." Helga said in a sullen voice and gave up on anger since Arnold was only trying to do the right thing by giving her back the tape.

"Why not? Why don't you want me to see? You were wonderful, there is nothing to be ashamed of." Arnold said, reassuring her that he didn't look down her.

"I know I am wonderful. Hell I am flawless! But the point is you knew I didn't want anyone to know. You could have given me the tape at school tomorrow." Helga said, regaining her harsh tone.

"Well, we don't have school tomorrow. Remember? Freshmen testing week. Seniors don't go. Plus I was curious, I'll admit it." Arnold said. He didn't know why Helga would want to hide her talent, she seem so into it.

"Well you better not go telling anyone!" Helga grunted and leaned forward. "I might not be able to punch you as hard as I use to, but de damned if you don't need a wheelchair to move after I am done with you."

"Helga, I won't tell a soul." Arnold said with a smile and took her hand in his. Helga looked speechlessly at this display of affection. This seemed like her old Arnold, not the recent popularity driven jerk. "I don't know why you hide it, but I will help keep it a secret."

"I don't tell anyone because I don't want anyone to ruin it for me." Helga said in a low tone. "Everything I ever liked, from writing poetry to acting was stolen away by people taunting me for doing anything the least bit feminine. I mean, I might not act like a lady, but I am a woman."

Arnold looked down to the ground. Remembering the time Helga got caught writing poetry about some guy she liked, Harold had stolen the paper from her desk and read it aloud to the class in a mocking tone. And after she played Abigail opposite his role as John in "The Crucible" in sophomore year, she had got hounded for that.

(Note: The Crucible is about the Salem Witch trails and Abigail is an evil young teen who is involved in witchcraft, as she tries to use it to kill the wife of her lover, John. Just to let you know if you didn't already ^_^  )

"I can see why you hid it I guess, no one would let you live down being a punk and a ballerina at the same time." Arnold said. Helga nodded and turned.

"I am going to get changed, will you wait?" Helga asked. Arnold smiled and took a seat on the floor. Helga walked into a door reading "GIRLS LOCKER ROOM".

Arnold sat there dreaming for the next 20 minutes of the images of Helga spinning gracefully in her ballerina attire. He smiled. She was so stunning. The door swung open to the locker room. Helga stepped out wearing the clothes from before. All her piercings back in place. But her hair was just down and clean from the shower. It was hanging down to her waist. No make up either. She looked like half and half of the two sides of her. Natural yet with a bit of roughness.

"Ready to go?" Arnold asked and stood up.

"Yeah, you gonna drive me home?" Helga asked, but sounded somewhat like a demand.

"Sure, maybe we can pick up a bite to eat while we are out." Arnold said and they walked down the hall together.

Arnold awoke in the morning staring at the ceiling of some room that wasn't his. He looked down to see he was wearing an over sized pink sleep shirt. He was tangled in a mess of blankets. A few beer bottles and a vodka were empty and mixed into the mess of covers. She looked around to see the room was rather neat and tidy besides the mess he was laying in on the bed. It was pink walls decorated with band posters and interesting painting of enlarged tarot cards. The dress was covered in make-up bottles and hair products.

"Where the hell am I?" Arnold said and sat up a bit. His head was swirling. But he knew he couldn't have been drunk, he never drank. But the taste of alcohol was heavy in his mouth. He smelled oddly like some kind of cinnamon and spice. "What the hell did I do last night?"

"Keep it down jackass!" a hand smacked him upside his head. He turned to see that what his head was laying on when he awoke wasn't a pillow, but Helga curled up at the head of the bed. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of panties, matching with pink hearts.

"WHAT!?" Arnold yelled and jumped out of the bed. Helga groaned and opened her eyes. She got sight of a frighten Arnold standing there in her room, in her sleep shirt. She opened her eyes wide and screamed.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Helga scream and threw a pillow at Arnold. He let it hit him. He looked shook she didn't remember.

"What do you mean Helga? You better know what happen last night!" Arnold said and took a step forward. She backed up.

"You get any closer and I'll scream 'rape'. Now why don't you tell me what's going on?" Helga asked and drew another pillow up, ready to throw it.

"I…….I…..I….can't remember for the life of me." Arnold said and sat down on Helga's floor and covered his face with his hands. This is so not something he would do. He never been with a girl all the way, not to mentioned spend the night at her house.

"Hmph neither can I." Helga sighed and picked up one of the bottles from her bed. "You don't think we…..?"

"I don't know. If you are virgin, then you can check right?" Arnold asked looking up at Helga. She sighed and walked to the closet and locked herself in it to examine.

Arnold just pulled at his hair. What the hell happened? He never knew you could get drunk enough to forget all that. Helga reentered from her closet.

"Nope. We were good it looks like, thank gawd." Helga said and flopped down on the bed. Arnold noticed his clothes laying in a heap on the floor. He started to put them on. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah. I just need to get out of here and think about what happen. Don't worry. I am not running out on you, I just need to think on my own. Maybe it'll all come back to me." Arnold said as he pulled his pants on. After he was fully dressed, he looked over at Helga, she was looking out the window thoughtfully. "I am sorry."

"Don't be, I mean, whatever happen, it didn't go too far." Helga said with a tone making her sound like she could care less about the whole thing. Arnold leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and then exited the room.

He stood at the top of the stairs, checking for any parental movement downstairs. None. He walked down and gave one last glance at Helga's door. "I am so sorry Helga." He left and got in his truck. He smelt that weird spice smell again in his clothes and disregarded it as something they ate.

Helga watched as Arnold's truck pulled away and out of view. As soon as she lost sight of it she started to laugh wickedly.

"Arnold, what a fool! I am sure this little rude awaking will be an equal punishment for finding out about my dancing." She laughed again as she picked two odd bottles off the window sill. "Amazing what a little sleeping powder and 'forget-me' dust can do. I am getting better at this witch stuff then I thought."

She had knocked Arnold out after they got back from dinner and she invited him in for a minute. She just combined the dust and powder into a coke. After Arnold drank it, he was out like a light and would remember nothing. She had to admit it was bad to do this, but she really wanted to get him back for discovering her secret. Plus she got to spend the night sleeping with her beloved.

"Helga, you are just too good at what you do, and soon Arnold might even be yours if you play your cards right." Helga said as she grinned at a love potion she made.

To be continued……

Ohhh, bad Helga! But you know Hey Arnold logic, every time Helga does something evil, it comes back and bites her in the ass! What misfortune will come upon her for tricking Arnold? Review.