Howdy ya'll, I reckon I don't own anythin' about this her' Hey Arnold. But I reckon I won mah prize pig Betty! YEEEEHHAAAAA!

Damn Hick!

Anyways, I am writing late at night because I can't sleep so this chapter might make no sense at all or be the best darn piece of crap I put out. Enjoy!

Helga's eye fluttered open as Arnold groaned to announce his head hurt. She hated him at the moment because it was early in the morning and hadn't go much sleep with him on top of her, no matter how pleasing that thought was. And her cut was killing.

"Arnold, would you get your football headed ass off of me before I stab you with my spike collar." Helga said calmly, and Arnold rolled off next to her. She took in a breath at the relief of the weight off her body.

"Helga, I know I have said this a lot lately, but about last night, what happen?" Arnold said and held his head.

"You mean you don't remember anything?" Helga said excitedly. That was great news to hear. She didn't know what did it, the high amount of alcohol running through him or her giving him a good smack with her boot, or maybe a combination of both.

"It sounds horrible, but no, I can't remember a thing." Arnold said in a sad voice. He almost sounded like he was going to cry. "I mean I am a good kid, I don't mess around. Just lately I been off of it some how and I keep ending up with you in the morning and no recollection of the night before." Arnold buried his face in his pillow. Helga felt bad, she knew Arnold was a good guy, most good guys end up hitting a streak a bad luck, or having a eccentric witch harboring a long time crush on them.

"Listen, Arnoldo! Not like I like I am going to let you off the hook, but you did behave yourself last night." Helga said in her tough image as she slipped on a pair black tight shorts that had metal studs all over them. She had been in only her underwear before that, which was most likely making Arnold feel more guilty.

"Really?" Arnold asked.

"Yeah, I mean you came in here and took care of my wound and then accidentally fainted on me. Geez, you think I would let you get away with anything else with the dork patrol ten feet away?" Helga asked as she motioned for Arnold to turn his back. He obeyed and thought back, he did remember he was put in charge of taking care of Helga since he was the closest to her out of all the guys.

"So I didn't try to rape you or anything?" Arnold asked is a embarrassed tone of voice. Helga laughed.

"Please Arnold, like I would ever put out in a tent with the likes of you." Helga said as she switched tops into a ragged black halter top.

"Yeah I guess." Arnold said, somewhat disappointed that Helga seem to be back to spurning him.

"But anyways, thanks for fixing me up, but I am still going to get my vengeance on you and Gerald." Helga said as she replaced her old studs and earrings with new matching ones. Arnold turned to her.

"I am glad you are okay, I was worried about you." Arnold said. Helga blushed a little, but continue to play her bad ass self.

"You don't need to be worried about me, I told you, I am not helpless." Helga said as she averted her eyes to putting in her new belly button bar.

"Yeah, but I was the one who was scared. I mean, seeing you bleed that much really freak me out. I guess you don't realize how much someone means to you till they are put in danger." Arnold said as slipped his hand over Helga's.

"Arnold, I mean." Helga said and looked away once again, avoiding those emerald pools in his eyes. She stiffened up. "I mean, don't get all mushy on me. I am still not going to prom with you or anything!"

"I don't care, as long as you are alright!" Arnold said and leaned over and gave her a hug. Helga melted, she was being held by Arnold. And he was just happy that they were together and alive. Can life get anymore better?

"HEY ARNOLD! ARE YOU GOING TO COME OUT OF THERE OR DOES HELGA HAVE YOU TIED UP WITH LEATHER STRAPS!?" Harold's voice cried out across the campsite. Helga pushed Arnold off.

"I am going to kill him!" Helga said and started to crawl toward the exit of the tent, but Arnold grabbed her around the waist.

"Helga, just let it go, you know he is just trying to get to you." Arnold said and gave her that noble look of his. Helga sighed and gave up for the moment.

"HELGA! LET ARNOLD GO! WE HAVE TO DISINFECT HIM AFTER BEING IN THERE WITH YOU!" Harold taunted again. Helga surged again against Arnold restraining arms.

"That's it Arnold, let me kill him and I will do whatever you ask of me!" Helga begged as she fought tooth and nail to make it to the opening of the tent.

"Helga, violence isn't the answer, I thought you would learn your lesson with the fight with Gerald." Arnold said and held tight to Helga as she dragged them closer to the door.

"ARNOLD! WHAT'S THE MATTER!? ARE YOU TOO EMBARASSED TO COME OUT SINCE YOU COULDN'T EVEN SCORE WITH A BUTCH LIKE HELGA!" Harold yelled.

Arnold released his grip on Helga. "Go ahead and kill him." Arnold knew Harold had it coming at this point, and maybe Helga would ware herself down beating him up and forget to kill him and Gerald.

"Thanks!" Helga said as she busted from the tent and chased Harold around the camping table. The rest of the group had been sleeping nicely till Harold's taunts woke them up, as they were finally coming around,the sound of Harold crying like a five year old girl greeted their ears.

"Sid, go see what Helga is doin' to Harold." Stinky said and covered his head with a pillow. Sid grumbled and clambered over to the tent's opening. He opened it to see helga beating Harold repeatedly with a fishing pole.

"I believe she is beating him to with in an inch of his life." Sid said and curled back up to go to sleep. "She is beating him with a fishing pole."

"Whose fishing pole?" Stinky asked worriedly.

"Dude, you are the only one who brought one, who do you think." Sid griped through his pillow.

"Oh jeez!" Stinky said and got up. That was a brand new fishing pole!

The aftermath of the fishing pole incident was not pretty. Harold lay in poor condition and Stinky's fishing pole lay in ruins, with him sobbing for it.

"I just bought her too." Stinky whined as Gerald, Sid, and Arnold stood in disbelief that Helga had beat Harold that bad. Then again Helga hadn't pummeled him in forever, so it most have been a built up emotional release. Helga sat on the cooler braiding her hair into pigtails to prepare them for being put in buns. She was cool and collected.

"I'll buy you a new one Stinky, so stop your blubbering." Helga said and finished up the braids.

"Gee, Harold isn't looking to well, I think I should take him back." Sid said looking at Harold, who looked like he ran into Hurricane Helga.

"I think you are right." Arnold said and felt bad, he should have held Helga back. But then again, Harold should learn to shut the hell up.

"I'll go back with yah, I don't feel to much like camping without fishing." Stinky said and glared over in Helga's direction, she just grinned evilly back at him. She had no remorse about what she did, not only did she shut Harold up; she struck fear in all men who witnessed the beating.

"Okay, should I assume we are all going back then?" Arnold asked. Gerald looked angry.

"Well I am not, I paid for this camp site, I ain't going to give it up!" Gerald said and crossed his arms.

"I am with pervert boy there, I am not going back to Bob and Miriam!" Helga said as she affixed the first bun to her head. Gerald shot a look over at for her to shut her mouth about him being a pervert.

"Well I guess the three of us will stay the next few days." Arnold said frustrated. He really didn't want to be left alone with these two after what happen yesterday.

"Gee, we didn't even get to check out the haunted hospital." Stinky said. Helga, Arnold, and Gerald poked their heads up.

"Haunted Hospital?" Gerald asked. Sid reached in to his back pack and pulled out a book. The title was 'Haunted Locations!'. There was a page with a sticky note on it. Gerald flipped it open to a picture of a spooky looking building.

"It's St. Bernice Hospital, built in 1860 and closed in 1940 after the slaughter that took place on December 29, 1939! Home of many tragic acts, but the slaughter of December 29 is most known, when the mental patients escaped from their ward and slaughtered the entire staff of 40 doctors and nurses." Sid said, memorizing the page. "We were going to go there and poke around today, but since Harold needs to get back, I figure maybe just you three can go."

"What? Where is it?" Helga asked uneasily.

"About a mile up the creek going west. You follow the creek and it leads right there." Stinky said. "Why dod you think we would camp in such a dumpy place unless there was something cool near by."

"Sounds great!" Arnold said, deeply interested in legends and paranormal activities.

"I don't know man, that place sounds a lot worse then any ole haunted train or wheezin' Ed caves." Gerald said uneasily, worried enough about Helga, he didn't need ghost after him too.

"Come on Gerald." Arnold said. Helga interrupted.

"Give it up football head, we are not going." Helga said in a bitter tone. She was into witch craft that involved potions and spells, but she wasn't going to go pissing off any ghosts.

"Why?" Arnold asked and walked over to Helga, folding his arms.

"Because I don't want to go, Geraldo over there doesn't want to go, and you would be a moron to go by yourself." Helga stated and humphed. Arnold dropped the subject, but kept the haunted book, just in case he got them to change their minds.

After helping the guys pack up; Arnold, Helga, and Gerald waved goodbye to the car in the mid afternoon sun. Helga smiled as she thought she wouldn't have to deal with Harold. She went a bit over the top beating him with a fishing pole, but she hadn't beat him up in such a long time, he kind of had to have something drastic happen. She figured it wasn't even a big deal, since they didn't even really yell at her for doing it.

"Okay, so when are we off to that haunted hospital?" Arnold asked in a chipper voice. Gerald choked up and Helga scoffed.

"We are not going so drop it football head." Helga said. She turned her back on him. "I mean, not like I rather be at home with the folks, but I am not exactly thrilled about being here with you two jerks. Last thing I want to do is tramp around in some haunted place with you jackasses."

"I think you are just too scared." Arnold taunted playfully, leaning in over her shoulder.

"Yeah right like I would be scared of some old crumbled down building." Helga said and laughed fearfully. "Even if a punch of dumb scary ghost are there."

"Yeah Arnold, Helga is twice as scary as anything we are going to find in that hospital." Gerald said in a joking matter. Helga growled.

"The only thing that is scary is the fact that Rhonda is going to kill you when she finds out what you did to me." Helga said and watched Gerald's eyes bug out.

"You wouldn't?" Gerald asked in a freak out manner, he knew Rhonda would dump him if she found he kissed another girl, but she would strangle him if that girl was Helga.

"Watch me." Helga said in a low tone. Arnold got an idea and smiled.

"Wait Helga, I got a bet for you. Better yet a challenge." Arnold said and spun Helga around to face him. She glared at him.

"What, you dare me to be a sensitive wuss like you?" Helga said, her bitch mode kicking into full gear. She had no pain killers and her cut was spreading bolts of pian in her side.

"No, the bet is we will go to the hospital tonight, since you aren't scared. Once there, me and you will face off in a MTV fear way, doing dares. Winner is one who goes the longest without quitting. I win, you have to go to prom with me and keep the secret from Rhonda about Gerald and you." Arnold said flatly, Gerald and Helga both raised an eyebrow in questioning.

"And if I win?" Helga asked.

"Name your prize." Arnold said, he was sure he would win, so it didn't matter what she wanted, she wouldn't get it.

"Okay Arnold, if I win, I get your room!" Helga said with a smile on her face. She would win this hands down and get the hell out of the Patacki household.

"What? What do you mean you get his room?" Gerald asked, interfering with the bargaining. Helga sly smile continued.

"You heard me! I win, I move in and get everything in Arnold's room, computer, TV, bed, etc." Helga laughed a bit as she said it, in her wicked manner.

"And where is Arnold going to live?" Gerald asked. Arnold was a bit curious about that detail himself.  

"On the floor, in the doghouse, where ever. Not my problem." Helga said. She put her hand out to Arnold to close the deal.

"Arnold man don't do it, it ain't worth your crib!" Gerald said, begging in a way.

Arnold looked down at Helga's hand, she was as cunning as fox. She took him for everything when she played, but he knew this was a game he couldn't lose. He slipped his hand into her small silken one.

"You're on!" Arnold said, as Gerald's jaw dropped and Helga's lips pealed back to reveal a sinful smile.

To be continued…..

ARNOLD! HELGA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? Oh stay tune to see who wins. And review! AND FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST PEOPLE, READ MY OTHER FICS, "A Hero Will Save Us" and "As French As McDonalds Fries", they are both good Arnold/Helga fics and they are sucking ass in reviews!