Thanks to: BJ, Steve, Sweet and Sour, wyldheart (I tried to read one of your fanfis but the huge paragraphs in the first chappie scared me away ;_; so scawwy), Silver Kitten, BrianaLFBH

Chudney (if your reading this) update "Ain't That A Kick In The Head?"!!! Please! I beg of you!

hey, if you wanna waste your time, read my other Hey Arnold! fanfics: Forgive me Love, and it's sequel: Simple Evidence. And soon my NEW songfic "Gone". And keep a look out for my other songfics, "Violet Drops" and "Some Kind of Unique"

A/n: not much happens in the chapter. At least nothing pertaining to the plot. I couldn't help but have my Helga and the real Helga meet. If only in a dream. At least you think it's the real Helga.

Key - "talking, duh!" 'dream speech' ***dream***

REMEMBER this is an AU fic

~ Jungle Fever ~

~ Chapter Four: Dreaming Flower Euphoria ~

*** Helga sat in front of a mirror staring back at a girl that looked like her sister Olga. Except more butch and with a scowl darker than Olga's smiles were light. 'Who are you,' Helga asked.

'I'm you, doi! Crimeny! What kind of pansy did I turn into?"

Helga sat back, cowering at the girls crass words. 'W- what do you mean your me?'

'Look Ms. Meekly, I'll let you know everything in bit. Yeesh, have some patience!'

'I'm sorry.' The girl in the mirror sneered and then spoke in a high falsetto tone.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry.' She turned brash again, 'Crimeny! Grow a backbone.' Helga knew better now than to say anything. Instead she just looked at the girl, noting her clothes didn't at all match her abrasive personality. Ignoring the girls bright pink tanktop and matching redsweat pants, Helga raised her eyes to study the girl's face.

She saw the girl's sunken eyes peer at her from beneath a heavy eyebrow, like sapphire aflame. Ear length blonde hair made her skin look even fairer than it was, giving her a ghost like sheen. Sitting atop her head was the saddest looking pink bow Helga had ever seen. Helga's frown slipped into a smirk as she gazed at the quiet Helga.

'That's better. Now I am you, or what you would have been if Arnold's parents had died in the plane crash on their last mission. I guess you could say I'm from an alternate universe.'

'Arnold?' Helga was baffled. The guy she had just meant but a few days ago?

'Yeah, you know, blonde guy with cucumber eyes and the kindest smile you'll ever see?'

'Oh.'

'Anyway, in my universe Arnold has lived in Hillwood since he was a baby. I met him when I was three. Now this is where me and you become two completely different people. On that day you remember walking in the rain?'

Helga nodded, and the other girl smiled ruefully, 'Before I got within ten feet of the building all of a sudden the rain ceased. I was confused for a second until I saw a pair of rainboots peaking out from under a yellow raincoat. I looked up into the eyes of three year old Arnold. He smiled at me and spoke.'

The other girl pulled the tattered bow from her hair, smiling fondly. 'He said that he liked my bow cause it matched my pants. I fell in love with him instantly.' The girl than scowled. 'But when the other kids saw me sighing after him they began to laugh. And we both know that's out biggest weakness. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore, and I became what I am now. The scowling, one-eyebrowed bully of PS 118.'

'I just wanted to let you know,' she said as she retied her bow around her short croppy hair, 'so I would be sure you wouldn't make the same mistake I did. If you have a glimmer of a chance with him, follow it into the darkest tunnel if you have to, but never let it go. I made that mistake when I was three years old, and I've paid dearly for it these past eleven years.'

'Eleven?' Helga questioned confused. 'But that would only make you fourteen.'

The other girl smiled weakly. 'I told you that I paid dearly for it. Remember when I said that his parents died?' Helga nodded. 'Well he never knew for sure that they were dead. He left to go look for them right after his thirteenth birthday; I of course had already turned fourteen. I followed discreetly as I could.'

'He arrived in a rainforest-like place and began to comb the place, looking high and low for an signs of his parents. Near the end of the journey we came across a small hut near a volcano. Apparently this was the place that he had been born. He spent the night in the hut and I walked in, wanting to watch him sleep. Suddenly he bolted awake and saw me. But my presence in the hut was not what had awoken him. The volcano was erupting.

'I managed to get him far enough that he would not be harmed using the jeep that I had rented. When we reached safe ground he realized that he had lost his father's journal, the only thing he had left of his parents besides a tattered photo. Realizing how important it was to him I went back to retrieve it.

'I left without warning so he didn't find out what happened to me for a week.'

'What happened to you?' Helga asked softly.

'The jeep got caught in a rut so I ran the rest of the way to the small building. Just as I picked up Arnold's father's diary the volcano erupted. I never left alive.'

'I'm so sorry.'

'Well yah?! What's it matter to you anyway? Your alive and kicking and have Arnold already falling for you. What do you know about what I feel?!'

The other girl picked up something from her side of the mirror and threw it, shattering the reflective glass. Helga followed the shattered glass.

Falling.

Deeper.

Lost.

She closed her eyes as she fell into a deep ocean. Gasping she tried to surface for water. She swam higher and higher but the surface seemed to be getting further instead of closer.

An angelfish swam in front of her, ceasing her journey upwards. 'Let me help you to breath' it spoke, tiny air bubbles billowing from it's gills. It turned into a merman. Helga couldn't see any of him as he was siloughted against the sun. He leaned forward and kissed her and Helga's lungs filled with oxygen. The merman began to drift away calling her name. 'Helga'***

Helga woke upand saw Arnold leaning over her, a panicked look in his lime eyes. "Helga!?"

"Helga! Oh thank god your allright! What happened?"

Helga didnn't dare tell him she fainted because he touched her. Instead she said, "I haven't eaten at all today and I guess that ontop of this heat got to me. I'm sorry."

He smiled, quite pleased that she was allright and he walked her back to her home. He made her promise to let him "check up on her" the next day.

She brought up her fainting spell and looked at him. "Thank you for reviving me," she said. And with a soft smile she entered her house.

Minutes later Arnold could be seen whistling and smiling with the biggest shit-eating-grin in the world as he walked back to the boarding house his grandparents resided in.

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A/n: sorry y'all had to sit thought that. It was written purely for visual pleasure.

A/n: could I interest anyone into making fanart? Arnold looks stupid in any form other than the cartoon way when I draw him; and the cartoon drawing style is foreign to me. It don't matter though if no one want to, I can live with my crap.

A/N: Hmmmm, maybe I should turn the mirror Helga's story into an AU fanfic? But it may be a little overdone, and y'all know I try and avoid that. Thoughts on this anyone?

A/n: that's it for chappie four. Stay tuned for chapter five