Thanks to: Stevetheloser, puppiescute, Silver Kitten, twister-power (I
can't wait to see the fanart. Can I just make you a fanart instead of
reviewing? I like getting reviews not giving them), wyldheart
A/n: XD I was looking at my old reviews and I realized that basically the same people have been reviewing every time! I guess you guys are my "regulars". Ah, it's wonderful having fans
Chudney (is you read this): . sorry bout that last message, I hadn't read the last chap in the story so nvm
REMEMBER this is an AU fic
~ Jungle Fever ~
~ Chapter Five: Playing Vet ~
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Helga woke up with a start as she heard banging shelves from downstairs. Moaning from being awoken so abrubtly and the sickiningly bright light emmitting from her curtains, she rolled over, pulling her blue comfroter up over her head.
Once the soft downy blanket nestled intself on her she closed aching eyes and fell back asleep, too tired to notice the dull pain in her stomach and accounting the headache to lack of sleep.
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Hours later, past noon, Helga was once again jarred awake, this time by a bell. The ringing echoed in her ears a few seconds before she realized it was the doorbell. Remembering who was supposed to visit her, she leaped out of the bed, blanket flung from her scattily-clad body.
Helga stopped short, when suddenly the room swam before her eyes and she had a disticnt spinning feeling. Regaining her balance she pushed aside the event and stumbled out of her room, slipping a fluffy purple robe over her silk top.
She descended the stairs, stumbling as the steps kept looking closer or further then they actually were. Finally, with the little grace and dignity that she could muster, she unbolted the door and opened it to Helga's favorite pair of eyes.
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Arnold stared slightly up at Helga as she stood there, and tried to ignore that her loosly tied robe was becoming more loose, exposing pale, milky flesh pressed against floral silk. Instead, he looked at her face and frowned; she still had that flushed look on her skin, except now it practically resembled a sunburn, and her wonderfully blue eyes seemed out of focus and pale.
"Helga? Are you feeling allright? You don't look well." Helga told him she was fine and let him into the house, adjusting her robes so that they hide her flesh; Arnold wasn't sure wether or not to be grateful for this.
He stepped into her house and flashing gold caught the corner of his eye. He turned and was greeted with a wall full of trophies of all size. "Wow," he whispered.
Helga noticed his gaze at the throphy case and frowned. Even when her sister was home she managed to show her up! "They're Olga's," she said flatly. Arnold turned to her confused.
"Who's Olga?" Helga had to smile inwardly at herself. Imagine her father's astonishment that someone hadn't heard of the infamous Olga Pataki.
"My sister."
"I didn't know you had a sister!"
She half-smiled, causing Arnold to grin. "That's cause I never told you."
"Well of course."
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Do you have any orange soda?"
"Of course! It's my favorite." Arnold chuckled.
"Looks like that's another thing that we have in common."
"Another? Since when did we have anything in the first place?" (a/n: I know she seems more Helga-like than she's supposed to but she's not in her normal state of mind. Well that and she feels comfortable with him)
"Well we both live in the same neighborhood, go to the same school, like orange soda, and think your beautiful." Arnold looked like he felt stupid for saying that. And he did feel that way.
"We do huh? I believe I must disagree with you on the last account." Arnold looked at her gaping.
"You don't think your beautiful?!" Helga smiled as if finding the thought of thinking herself a beauty amusing.
"I call it as I see it Arnold." He shook his head in disbelief. This gorgeous creature infront of him didn't see how pretty she was.
"Well I for one think you may have a skewed perspective. You've never had me to open your eyes. Words alone can't express the beauty I see in you." Each word came out faster and bolder than the last, him getting caught up in the 'moment'.
He drew himself closer to her and leaned in, his nose centimeters from hers. "So very beautiful," he murmered, gazing into her glazed eyes. He reached a hand out to stroke her cheeck and his hand made contact with her skin. Yiping, he pulled it away.
"Helga! Your burning up!!!" She looked at him confused before her feet crumpled out from under her. "Helga!" he rushed to her side. "Helga! Are you all right?!"
"I - I don't know. All of a sudden I just couldn't hold myself up."
"Do you think you can now?" He watched as she raised one very shaky hand about three feet before she let it drop to the ground.
"I can barely lift one arm!" She was starting to sound a little panicked.
"Helga, calm down." He reached around her scalding body and scooped her up in his arms. Astonished at how light she felt he looked at her. "Are you eating enough?"
She smiled woozily. "Yes Arnold, don't worry, I'm not starving myself. I just have high metabolism." Arnold nodded and aranged her arms so that she clung loosily around his neck.
"Now, where's your room?" Helga, blushing at the implications in that question, pointed up the stairs and directed him to her room. He carried her up the stairs and somehow opened her door. (a/n: I hope yur not expecting a room description! Just think it looks like it does on tv cept with a green and blue theme instead of pink) He set her on the bed gently and glanced around the room before he spotted the blue blanket nestled in the corner of her room. He picked it up and tucked her into it.
"Do you have a thermometer? Or atleast some soup?"
"Thermometer's in the drawer right of the fridge and soup in in the cuboard left of the oven. A can opener's in the drawer below it." He smiled in thanks and descended down the stairs. After navigating himself to her kitchen he pulled out the thermometer and set it on the table for when he went back up.
He opened the cuboard and saw only one can of tomato soup. He walked to the foot of the stairs and shouted up to Helga, "Do you like tomato soup?" A raspy yes trailed down the stairs and he smiled to himself. He knew how to make wonderful tomato soup.
A few minutes later he had made the soup and found a tray to put it on. He carefully went back up the stairs and went back in Helga's room. She was staring mindlessly into space when he came in, but when she saw the door move out of the corner of her eye she turned to him and smiled.
Quietly, as if it hurt to speak louder, she asked, "Whadja bring me?" He sat her up and then set the tv tray ontp of her covers. Sitting on the tray was a bowl of soup, a spoon, two advil, a glass of orange soda, and the thermometer.
"Ooo, I got lot's of stuff. I feel spoiled," she kidded before she broke into a choughing fit. He placed his hand on her back and rubbed soothing cirlces until she was down.
"Better now?" Helga smiled at how gentle he was being with her and then looked at the soup curiosly.
"Is that basil floating on the soup?"
"Yes it is, along with some dill and celery salt. It's good, try it." He spooned up some of the soup, blowing on it so it wouldn't scald her tongue, and brought it to her lips. "Here."
She parted her lips and let him slid the spoon into her mouth. Arnold was cherry red at the erotic image of her with her lips parted and face flushed, but pushed it aside. She was sick for goodness sake!
A bowl of soup, an orange soda, two advil, and ten minutes later, Helga could be found kneeling over the toilet in her bathroom, giving back all that she had ingested minutes before.
Arnold sat next to her calmly holding her hair back as she finished. She sat back, whimpering. He tore some toilet paper of it's roll and genlty wiped off her mouth.
"All done?" he asked. A slight tilt of the head indicated a yes. "Want to brush your teeth now?" Another nodd and he was helping her stand and pulling out a pink toothbrush.
After brushing her teeth, Arnold helped her walk back to her bed. She collapsed onto the soft sheets and turned to Arnold curiosly.
A soft raspy voice, made the hairs on the back of Arnold's neck stand up. After the effect of her voice wore off the words sunk in. "Why are you helping me?"
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a/n: now I could wrap this up neatly in the next chapter, and MAYBE (- key word) do a sequel about like school life now that they were together. Or I could drag this on for a few more chapters and have no possiblilty of a sequel. Reviewers choice.
a/n: O_o;; I just had to share the tomato soup recipe. My dad makes it whenever we have grilled cheese sandwich's and it's to die for! (I had him write me up the recipe and it was so funny I had to put it down word for word)
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1 can tomato soup:
Ye verily doth thee take thine soup can and heartily doth thou open thine can... yea, okay.
Open the can (you probably figured that out), empty into soup-pot (small, deep thingy), turn on the heat (very important) then turn down to low (a/n: I think I should note we have a gas stove).
Add 1 can-full of milk (water will work if no milk available) SLOWLY, while stirring, to soup. When all milk is added:
Add a pich (just pinch your fingers in it) of BASIL, add about the same amount (a quarter-sized pile in your hand) of DILL, add about the same amount of CELERY SALT.
Stir here and there (and everywhere!) for about another five minutes.
Pour into bowl.
Eat (also very important).
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A/N: that's it for chappie Five. Stay tuned for Chapter Six
A/n: XD I was looking at my old reviews and I realized that basically the same people have been reviewing every time! I guess you guys are my "regulars". Ah, it's wonderful having fans
Chudney (is you read this): . sorry bout that last message, I hadn't read the last chap in the story so nvm
REMEMBER this is an AU fic
~ Jungle Fever ~
~ Chapter Five: Playing Vet ~
_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_
Helga woke up with a start as she heard banging shelves from downstairs. Moaning from being awoken so abrubtly and the sickiningly bright light emmitting from her curtains, she rolled over, pulling her blue comfroter up over her head.
Once the soft downy blanket nestled intself on her she closed aching eyes and fell back asleep, too tired to notice the dull pain in her stomach and accounting the headache to lack of sleep.
_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_
Hours later, past noon, Helga was once again jarred awake, this time by a bell. The ringing echoed in her ears a few seconds before she realized it was the doorbell. Remembering who was supposed to visit her, she leaped out of the bed, blanket flung from her scattily-clad body.
Helga stopped short, when suddenly the room swam before her eyes and she had a disticnt spinning feeling. Regaining her balance she pushed aside the event and stumbled out of her room, slipping a fluffy purple robe over her silk top.
She descended the stairs, stumbling as the steps kept looking closer or further then they actually were. Finally, with the little grace and dignity that she could muster, she unbolted the door and opened it to Helga's favorite pair of eyes.
_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_ (no specific POV)
Arnold stared slightly up at Helga as she stood there, and tried to ignore that her loosly tied robe was becoming more loose, exposing pale, milky flesh pressed against floral silk. Instead, he looked at her face and frowned; she still had that flushed look on her skin, except now it practically resembled a sunburn, and her wonderfully blue eyes seemed out of focus and pale.
"Helga? Are you feeling allright? You don't look well." Helga told him she was fine and let him into the house, adjusting her robes so that they hide her flesh; Arnold wasn't sure wether or not to be grateful for this.
He stepped into her house and flashing gold caught the corner of his eye. He turned and was greeted with a wall full of trophies of all size. "Wow," he whispered.
Helga noticed his gaze at the throphy case and frowned. Even when her sister was home she managed to show her up! "They're Olga's," she said flatly. Arnold turned to her confused.
"Who's Olga?" Helga had to smile inwardly at herself. Imagine her father's astonishment that someone hadn't heard of the infamous Olga Pataki.
"My sister."
"I didn't know you had a sister!"
She half-smiled, causing Arnold to grin. "That's cause I never told you."
"Well of course."
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Do you have any orange soda?"
"Of course! It's my favorite." Arnold chuckled.
"Looks like that's another thing that we have in common."
"Another? Since when did we have anything in the first place?" (a/n: I know she seems more Helga-like than she's supposed to but she's not in her normal state of mind. Well that and she feels comfortable with him)
"Well we both live in the same neighborhood, go to the same school, like orange soda, and think your beautiful." Arnold looked like he felt stupid for saying that. And he did feel that way.
"We do huh? I believe I must disagree with you on the last account." Arnold looked at her gaping.
"You don't think your beautiful?!" Helga smiled as if finding the thought of thinking herself a beauty amusing.
"I call it as I see it Arnold." He shook his head in disbelief. This gorgeous creature infront of him didn't see how pretty she was.
"Well I for one think you may have a skewed perspective. You've never had me to open your eyes. Words alone can't express the beauty I see in you." Each word came out faster and bolder than the last, him getting caught up in the 'moment'.
He drew himself closer to her and leaned in, his nose centimeters from hers. "So very beautiful," he murmered, gazing into her glazed eyes. He reached a hand out to stroke her cheeck and his hand made contact with her skin. Yiping, he pulled it away.
"Helga! Your burning up!!!" She looked at him confused before her feet crumpled out from under her. "Helga!" he rushed to her side. "Helga! Are you all right?!"
"I - I don't know. All of a sudden I just couldn't hold myself up."
"Do you think you can now?" He watched as she raised one very shaky hand about three feet before she let it drop to the ground.
"I can barely lift one arm!" She was starting to sound a little panicked.
"Helga, calm down." He reached around her scalding body and scooped her up in his arms. Astonished at how light she felt he looked at her. "Are you eating enough?"
She smiled woozily. "Yes Arnold, don't worry, I'm not starving myself. I just have high metabolism." Arnold nodded and aranged her arms so that she clung loosily around his neck.
"Now, where's your room?" Helga, blushing at the implications in that question, pointed up the stairs and directed him to her room. He carried her up the stairs and somehow opened her door. (a/n: I hope yur not expecting a room description! Just think it looks like it does on tv cept with a green and blue theme instead of pink) He set her on the bed gently and glanced around the room before he spotted the blue blanket nestled in the corner of her room. He picked it up and tucked her into it.
"Do you have a thermometer? Or atleast some soup?"
"Thermometer's in the drawer right of the fridge and soup in in the cuboard left of the oven. A can opener's in the drawer below it." He smiled in thanks and descended down the stairs. After navigating himself to her kitchen he pulled out the thermometer and set it on the table for when he went back up.
He opened the cuboard and saw only one can of tomato soup. He walked to the foot of the stairs and shouted up to Helga, "Do you like tomato soup?" A raspy yes trailed down the stairs and he smiled to himself. He knew how to make wonderful tomato soup.
A few minutes later he had made the soup and found a tray to put it on. He carefully went back up the stairs and went back in Helga's room. She was staring mindlessly into space when he came in, but when she saw the door move out of the corner of her eye she turned to him and smiled.
Quietly, as if it hurt to speak louder, she asked, "Whadja bring me?" He sat her up and then set the tv tray ontp of her covers. Sitting on the tray was a bowl of soup, a spoon, two advil, a glass of orange soda, and the thermometer.
"Ooo, I got lot's of stuff. I feel spoiled," she kidded before she broke into a choughing fit. He placed his hand on her back and rubbed soothing cirlces until she was down.
"Better now?" Helga smiled at how gentle he was being with her and then looked at the soup curiosly.
"Is that basil floating on the soup?"
"Yes it is, along with some dill and celery salt. It's good, try it." He spooned up some of the soup, blowing on it so it wouldn't scald her tongue, and brought it to her lips. "Here."
She parted her lips and let him slid the spoon into her mouth. Arnold was cherry red at the erotic image of her with her lips parted and face flushed, but pushed it aside. She was sick for goodness sake!
A bowl of soup, an orange soda, two advil, and ten minutes later, Helga could be found kneeling over the toilet in her bathroom, giving back all that she had ingested minutes before.
Arnold sat next to her calmly holding her hair back as she finished. She sat back, whimpering. He tore some toilet paper of it's roll and genlty wiped off her mouth.
"All done?" he asked. A slight tilt of the head indicated a yes. "Want to brush your teeth now?" Another nodd and he was helping her stand and pulling out a pink toothbrush.
After brushing her teeth, Arnold helped her walk back to her bed. She collapsed onto the soft sheets and turned to Arnold curiosly.
A soft raspy voice, made the hairs on the back of Arnold's neck stand up. After the effect of her voice wore off the words sunk in. "Why are you helping me?"
_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_
a/n: now I could wrap this up neatly in the next chapter, and MAYBE (- key word) do a sequel about like school life now that they were together. Or I could drag this on for a few more chapters and have no possiblilty of a sequel. Reviewers choice.
a/n: O_o;; I just had to share the tomato soup recipe. My dad makes it whenever we have grilled cheese sandwich's and it's to die for! (I had him write me up the recipe and it was so funny I had to put it down word for word)
_-^-_-^-_
1 can tomato soup:
Ye verily doth thee take thine soup can and heartily doth thou open thine can... yea, okay.
Open the can (you probably figured that out), empty into soup-pot (small, deep thingy), turn on the heat (very important) then turn down to low (a/n: I think I should note we have a gas stove).
Add 1 can-full of milk (water will work if no milk available) SLOWLY, while stirring, to soup. When all milk is added:
Add a pich (just pinch your fingers in it) of BASIL, add about the same amount (a quarter-sized pile in your hand) of DILL, add about the same amount of CELERY SALT.
Stir here and there (and everywhere!) for about another five minutes.
Pour into bowl.
Eat (also very important).
_-^-_-^-_
A/N: that's it for chappie Five. Stay tuned for Chapter Six
