DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO CRAIG BARTLETT AND NICKELODEON!

OBVIOUSLY if a character appears in this story that is not from the show it's my own filler character or whatever.

Edit 2021: Welcome or Welcome Back. Im going to give this another shot, not that I ever fully gave up on it, life just happened. I'll be going over and revising older chapters and then finally adding new ones. Ive seen some reviews lately and Im glad others were enjoying my odd jumble of words. -Best Wishes, Kasha

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-Best Wishes, Kasha

Chapter 1

"God dammit can you just let me think, Woman!" The blonde male growled as he gripped onto the ledge in desperation. He couldn't remember how they ended up in this situation, or the woman whom he was so determined to save that dangled from her backpack he had been holding for what felt like forever. The lack of circulation was taken its toll on his fingers and he cringed. The fingertips had become a dark red almost purple and his knuckles were deathly white.

"Will you just let me go, there's no way you can save us both, and you already know that, Arnold." The woman spat, her piercing steel blue eyes searching for his emerald green. He wouldn't look at her, he just continued to hold her and scanned the area where his hand grasped onto the ledge. She sighed as he ignored her and she looked down, down at the rushing waterfall that they had been hanging over.. The sudden shake as his hand slipped on the ledge made her realize just how fucked they were and she had to think fast to save him. She reached for the clasp of her pack around her chest, undoing it and then began to shrug out of the straps.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" Arnold asked the woman in desperation, a yell lodged in his throat. She smiled up at him weakly before finishing her task, slipping the rest of the way from the straps, she fell into the mist of the falls. Panic arose in his chest and without a second thought he let go of the ledge turning his body to dive after her. He couldn't even think of this woman's name but he was about to die for her?

His body hit the water with a splash. His chest was tight and he couldn't see anything. His eyes stung from the impact, but still he looked for her, reaching out blindly as his vision slowly restored. He swam to the surface to catch his breath and that's when he saw it, the bit of gold cascading above the water. She was there, floating... Lifeless..? No. NO. She was just unconscious, she had to be. His heart sank and he swam to her as fast as he could. Muscles burning from their desperate struggle on the ledge. Still he didn't seem to know who she was; in his head he was curious as to why he pushed himself this far for this nameless female, it was like his body and mouth did things his mind was alien to. When he reached her he pulled her against him and swam to the shore, heart pounding in his ears and his eyes burned with the threat of tears. Pulling them onto the river bank he shook the woman, no response. Laying her down he tried to resuscitate her, over and over… longer than he should have. Devastation settled in and he gripped the limp female to his chest his tears falling freely now as he sobbed into her hair. "H-Helga!" He cried out.

Everything went black.

Arnold shot up in bed, his body glazed in a cold sweat as he panted and gripped his chest. What was that? He barked inwardly. That dream, it felt too real, but what was Helga doing in it. Moreover was how that woman could be... Helga? He'd known Helga all his life and she didn't look anything like the woman in his dream. The dream woman had rich golden hair that was lush and full and lightly tanned skin that made her hair looking even more gold and miraculous. Most of all those eyes, that piercing steel blue stare from them was nothing like when he looked at Helga when they were kids. Helga. Helga. Helga.

He ran a hand over his face, when was the last time he even thought about her. It'd been forever since he'd seen her, not since he betrayed their friendship so many years ago. Sighing he slung his long legs over the side of the bed and stood. He had a flight to get ready for as well as regrets and thoughts to rebury for however many more years.