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Anyways, sorry this took so long, I was writing my other fic, "As French as Mc Donalds Fries"

Helga snapped to her senses and pushed Gerald off of her and into the river. The rush of cold water around him awakened Gerald from under the potion's grasp. When he submerged he saw Helga stomping in the knee high water toward him. Once she reached him she pulled him to his feet by his collar.

"What in the hell do you think you are doing?" Helga screamed in his face. Gerald was asking himself that same question in his head.

"I don't know, but you better let go of me shirt right now!" Gerald snapped. He would not be pushed around as easily as Arnold was by this femme fatal.

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do about Geraldo?" Helga asked as she tighten her grip on his shirt, her pink nails cutting through it.

"That's it! I am sick of you!" Gerald yelled and pushed Helga off of him and into the water. Helga let out a scream as she went under in the shallow water.

Arnold stopped his angry march back to camp when he heard a female scream from behind him. He looked behind him in the direction he just came from.

"Gerald wouldn't do anything like that, no he loves Ronda. Helga would beat him up if he even tried to force anything on her." Arnold said and turned to keep walking. Then he stopped. "But Helga doesn't have as much upper body strength as she use to." Arnold stood perplexed as he tried to decide whether he should go back and check on them.

Helga got up from under the water and growled. "You have had enough of me? You are the one drooling all over me you dirty pervert!" Helga assumed a pounce position and then launched herself at Gerald tackling him into the water.

"I don't know why I even wanted to kiss a bitch like you." Gerald said as he tossed Helga off of him. She wasn't as strong as they all presumed she was. She screamed out in pain as she landed in water that was only a half a foot deep. As her head hit the rocks she noticed the world go black.

Arnold started running as he heard the last anguish scream from the creek.

Gerald sat shocked as he saw Helga's body go limp in the running water. He slowly crawled through the water to her.

"Helga?" Gerald asked in a meek voice. He genteelly tapped her on the shoulder. No response. "Helga this ain't funny. Wake up!"

She laid still. Gerald lifted her head into his arms. There was a large bump on her head. A stream of red tinted water was coming from somewhere under her body. Gerald turned pale.

"Helga please open your eyes! I didn't mean what I said. Please!" Gerald pleaded as he felt her pulse on her neck, he was glad to feel she had.

Arnold made it through the bushes on the creek bed to see Gerald holding Helga unconscious body in the middle of the brook.

"Gerald!" Arnold yelled as he made his way to him. "What the hell are you doing?" Arnold was furious.

"I didn't mean to." Gerald said with tears starting to creep from his eyes. Sure, he hated Helga, but he never really wanted to drastically hurt her. He never wanted to hurt anyone.

"What did you do to her?" Arnold asked as he got closer, he saw the blood coming out from underneath Helga.

"I accidentally kissed her and then we got in a fight. And she kept trying to kill me, so I threw her aside, I didn't know it was hallow water!" Gerald said nervously, he felt he was explaining himself to the police.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. Let's see how bad the injuries are." Arnold said and knelt down on the other side of Helga. Gerald and him cautiously turned her over. Her head now rest in one of Arnold's arms. A hole in her jeans on the side of her hip was leaking blood.

"Gawd, what the hell did she land on?" Gerald said as something slightly sparkled from inside gushing cut.

"Only one way to find out." Arnold said and reached under to Helga stomach and unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her jean down off her hips.

"You're a brave man Arnold." Gerald said, imagining what would happen if Helga would wake up at this moment.

"Nothing I haven't seen already." Arnold said in tricky manner. Gerald eyes widen a bit at that comment, but he would ask later. Right now the jeans were out of the way of the cut. Gerald cupped his hands in the water to gather some, then poured it over to wash away the blood. Shinning pieces of glass was left in her skin.

"Oh my god!" Gerald said and looked away. He wasn't much for blood and gore.

"Yeah, we should get her back to camp to clean that out, I have a first aid kit in our tent." Arnold said and zipped up Helga's jeans. He and Gerald took turns carrying her back to camp.

Helga woke up with one monster of a headache. She felt like she got hit by a truck. She opened her eyes and saw she was in her tent. She sighed a breath of relief that Gerald hadn't left her to eaten by the wolves.

"You are awake!" a voice said from her side. She gasped and jumped at this, but the person was holding her down. "Helga calm down."

"Arnold?" She asked. She was lying on her stomach and couldn't see him. She noticed she didn't feel anything on her legs. "Arnold, I am not wearing any pants am I?"

"Well." Arnold blushed a bit. "You have a bad cut here and I am patching it up, and I had to get you out of those wet clothes."

Helga noticed she was only wearing her thong and one of her tank tops she brought. She sighed.

"Did anyone help you undress me?' Helga asked in a tone of voice that sounded like there was only one right answer.

"Nah, I figure I should do it by myself." Arnold said as he pulled the last shard of glass out of the skin. Helga cringed.

"Good, only one person I have to kill after Gerald." Helga said and slammed her face into her pillow.

"Hey! I am being nice and patching you up here!" Arnold said. Helga laughed.

"It's your fault anyway." Helga said. Arnold sighed and smiled as he poured the alcohol into the cut to clean. Helga screamed out in pain.

"And how is this my fault?" Arnold said crudely.

"Because if you hadn't treated me so badly, then I wouldn't have ran off and then Geraldo wouldn't have tried to molest me and the kill me." Helga said. She was greeted with another cascade of the alcohol. She gritted her teeth.

"You shouldn't have ran off, you could have talked it out like a normal person." Arnold said as he wiped the alcohol and blood from the cuts.

"What is that suppose to mean? I told you I am not what you picture in your head." Helga said as she pouted about her position. Arnold laughed.

"Yes you are!" Arnold said.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No way!"

"Yes you are. I think you are a perfectly normal person who is afraid of getting hurt. And I think you just need some normal affection." Arnold said. Helga laughed.

"If that isn't the biggest load of crap I have ever heard." Helga said as she hugged her pillow as Arnold put on the bandages.

"Really, I bet I could prove you wrong." Arnold said as he finished up. He leaned over and kissed her softly on her bare shoulder.

"Hey what are you doing?" Helga cried out. Arnold held her down from trying to turn around.

"Don't you shouldn't put weight on your hip for right now!" Arnold said worried for her health, but she was concerned with other things.

"You shouldn't be making out with my shoulder!" Helga said as she struggled but gave up out of her weaken state.

"You liked it didn't you?" Arnold said with a smile on his face. "I mean you did want me to fall all over you this weekend didn't you?"

"Where in the hell do you get off assaying some stupid shit like that?" Helga said, worried that Arnold was stumbling upon the truth.

"Well, why I was undressing you, I found the source of the glass shards. A tiny vile in your pocket. The thing was smashed under the weight, but the label was still attached." Arnold said and held up a small slip of paper that read 'love potion'.

"I….I…..I…." Helga stammered.

"Then I figured something out. Why would Gerald get all over you? And then I remembered I switched sodas with him." Arnold said with a smile.

"Errr…..you what?" Helga said in a small voice.

"We switched, he must have got your potion." Arnold said with a laugh and a smile. "Don't worry, I didn't tell him. I think it serves him right for not having more self control."

"Yeah hah hah hah!" Helga said nervously. Arnold had a wicked smile on his face.

"But I figured I would finally get the truth out of you! So I found this in your bag." Arnold held up a vile that read "Truth potion".

"No!" Helga said and tried to snatch the bottle. But she missed and just landed on Arnold. As she was so close to him, she smelled something on him, something she wasn't expecting. Beer. "Arnold, are you drunk?"

"Well normally I wouldn't, but everyone wanted to congratulate me on saving you! So Harold busted out a keg he brought." Arnold said some what with a slur in his voice.

"Arnold get out of here." Helga said impatiently. She didn't like the idea of being around drunk people, since her mom was hard enough to deal with.

"No! I am tired of you hiding your true self!" Arnold said.

"I can't believe I let you patch me up drunk." Helga said disgustedly and pushed him toward the front of her tent. He stopped and pushed her onto her back, him hovering over her.

"I did a damn good job." Arnold said and smiled goofly.

"GET OFF!" Helga screamed.

"Shh, you know it is pretty late, everyone is asleep. Don't want to wake them up." Arnold said childishly. Helga let out another trade mark growl.

"All the more reason to get off of me!" Helga said and struggled a bit. Arnold pulled her wrested above her head and pinned her hands there with one of his strong hands. The other was opening the small vile. Helga pressed her lips tight together.

'No Arnold! You can't figure out my deepest darkest secret!' Helga thought. Arnold noticed her lips shut tightly.

"Open up!" Arnold said playfully. Helga nodded no and Arnold smirked at this. "Always so stubborn." He leaned down and began to kiss her pressed lips. Helga's face burned bright red as she tried her best from loosening her lips under Arnold's.

'God, this would be a lot more romantic if he wasn't restraining me and didn't smell like beer.' Helga said in her head. She noticed her lips had loosen on their own accord and began to kiss him back. He pulled away quickly and poured in the vile. Then placed his hand over her mouth to avoid her spitting it out. Helga choked a bit and had to swallow.

"See that wasn't so hard." Arnold said and released Helga's wrist and mouth. She gasped.

"I am going to kill you Arnold, I don't care if you are drunk to the point of insanity, you will pay!" Helga growled at him. She felt her head getting light and her mind clearing of anger. "Oh my head." Helga said dizzily.

"So it is working?" Arnold said with a smile. "Now why don't you tell me what you are hiding.

Helga felt her mouth trembling. "Arnold…I lo….i lo……" She panicked.

" You what?" Arnold leaned in closer. Helga felt around the tent with her hand while Arnold leaned in. She felt her army boots. She grabbed on to one.

"Arnold, I lo…" she began as he leaned in closer to hear her. She swung the boot and brought it down on his head. He fell forward on her unconscious.

"I love you Arnold." She let the words escape her lips. She tried to push his body off of her, but she was still weak. She groaned as the pain in her hip from the cut burned through her. She shifted herself a bit to get comfy and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Arnold awoke in the morning. He had a terrible hangover and couldn't remember anything.  He felt like he got hit in the head with something. He felt something rising a falling under him. He opened his eyes to be greeted with Helga's sleeping face. Once again he was sleeping with her and couldn't remember how it happen. He remembered up to the point where Harold got him drunk, and that was about it.

"Man, I can't keep doing this!" Arnold said to himself.

To be continued…..

Arnold gets evil when he is drunk? Go figure! Anyways, next part coming out soon! Review please