Hidden: part two

A/N: Hey everyone, I'm back. Sorry I was supposed to update yesterday, but I had too much work to do. Hopefully you guys aren't too confused on what's happening in this fic because honestly, I don't know where this is going, but feel free to ask questions, I'll try for an answer. :) Anyway in this part, we might be exploring Arnold's mysterious dream more so it could be interesting. Like I said there is no script, I just feel the need to write what comes to my head, hey, almost like Helga does! Just not poetic wise. I am Helga...or am I? O-O

Recap: In the last chapter, Arnold was crying at school because his Grandmother was taken to the hospital the morning he was leaving to go to school. Helga comforts him, Gerald and Phoebe go to find both Arnold and Helga to bring them to class and they bump into each other in the hallway and walk to class together. Harold see's evidence of Arnold's crying on his face and decides to make fun of him for it, which brings Arnold to snap and yell at Harold then to the whole class. Then he passes out cold in the middle of the classroom floor. Which brings us to where we are now.

To make things easier I'm just gonna do this.

Arnold= young Arnold.

Older Arnold etc. = older self

ENJOY!

In the classroom

"Somebody go get the nurse!" Mr. Simmons had been yelling.

Gerald went to go get the nurse while Mr. Simmons had a moist towelette and had been dabbing Arnold's face with it because he had a fever.

Helga, however was in complete shock. Never had she seen her Beloved snap like that before, unless you count the time when he spilled paint on her. She was the only person in her chair at the time while everyone was gathered around him. She didn't want to make it too obvious that she was worried about him. So she sat there, on the verge of tears, watching her love passed out cold, sprawled out on the floor.

"Helga could you please keep dabbing his face with this, I have to get the nurse immediately, his temperature is going up." Mr. Simmons had said, not to good working under the pressure. He knows about Helga's secret because he reads her poetry aloud to the class, with her name on it and it being about the only Football-headed boy in the class. So he knew she cared more than anyone in the whole classroom, that and she was easier to spot in the class being the only one at her desk.

Helga got up reluctantly and walked over to him slowly, making her way through the crowd. She knelt down near Arnold and took the moist towel, trembling. While she sat there dabbing his face caringly, she was being watched by the whole class. "Take a picture it'll last longer. Doi!" She yelled at them and they all immediately went back to the assignments that they were given before the outburst. As she sat there dabbing his pale, flushed, and tear stained face, she couldn't help but whisper so nobody else could hear, "Please, be okay Arnold." and with that she placed her hand on his forehead to feel his temperature which was so hot, you could almost visibly see the steam. ' man he must have been angry' she thought.

Little did anyone notice the rage of nature outside of their window. It was raining, snowing, hailing, windy, and anything you could think of mixed all into one, in the middle of spring.

Arnold's Dream Sequence

"H-huh?" Where am I?" He questioned.

He was in a dark place, it was cold. He could feel the wind blowing all around him. Then he felt this sharp aching pain in the back of his head. He closed his eyes, feeling the cold wind whip past him. He then felt something among his face and immediately opened his eyes at the touch. He looked around to see that nobody was there. After lying there for a moment in disbelief of where he was, he got up, staggering as he felt dizzy and then held his head in his hands. That was at the exact moment when he heard a familiar giggling noise. He walked through a doorway and turned the corner to see a door that looked like it lead to the porch. He carefully took each step with caution as to not fall because of his dizziness. He placed a hand on the door and quietly opened it to see the back of a blonde football headed young man and the back of a blonde headed woman. They were sitting on the stairs of the porch and laughing with each other. The sun was out and it was like spring with occasional gusts of warm winds. He was watching intently as the couple looked at each other lovingly.

"Oh, Arnold." Said the woman.

'That voice...' Arnold thought to himself, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand as to hopefully they didn't hear him.

But unfortunately, they both turned around at the same time to see a younger version of him standing in the doorway. "Well, well, well. The sleepy head is finally awake." Said the blonde haired woman.

"Yeah, it seemed like you were out forever." The older Arnold said chuckling.

"Wait, wasn't I just at school?" Arnold asked.

"Arnold, we're 50 miles into the jungle. How would you get to school?" The woman questioned chuckling.

"U-uh. D- Did you just say the jungle?" He asked.

"Yeah, where else would we be?" She wondered.

"Uh, I don't know." He said confusedly, sweating madly, because he had thought back to when he yelled at Harold and the class, but how did he get here? He thought in his head.

"Arnold. Arnoold...Arrrnnnnnooolld!" Said the woman's soft voice tunneling and transforming into...'Helga's?' He thought. Then suddenly, he felt a cool splash of sensation on his face...and everything went dark again.

End Dream Sequence

"Arnold! Football Head?!" Helga yelled repeatedly in his face. It had been a couple of hours since he passed out and Gerald and Mr. Simmons returned with Nurse Shelly. She told Mr. Simmons and Helga to try and wake him up with a bottle of water she had brought with her, while she went to get some medicine for him. But as Helga poured water on his face, he kept stirring. So she decided to yell at him because she ran out of water, which probably made the poor kid's head hurt more than it already had. As the nurse walked in she found Helga sitting there yelling at him.

"Helga, honey, you have to do it like this." She said carefully taking his shoulders and shaking him gently. And that's when he stirred even more until he screamed and sat up straight.

"Are you kidding me?!" Helga yelled. "You'll wake up to her shaking you, but you can't hear me screaming in your face?!" She said.

Arnold was confused. Was this a dream? Or was that a dream? He didn't even know anymore. So he got up carefully, eyeing everyone in the room as they cheered for him, glad to know he was okay. He staggered as he made his way out of the classroom, stumbling backwards. Helga had puzzled expression upon her face. She and everyone watched as he stumbled out of the room, holding onto the wall for dear life. Almost puking, he made it to the school entrance as Helga trailed after him. She looked at him, his face was pale and flushed. Suddenly, he almost passed out and hit the floor for the second time that day, until Helga ran to him and caught him just in time.

"Mr. Simmons! Someone come quick! I think Arnold needs to go home! He passed out again!" She yelled after them. They were only a few inches down the hall when they heard her yelling.

"We're coming!" Said a stressed Mr. Simmons. "Oh..my word! What happened?" He said arriving with the nurse who had a quizzical expression on her face as well.

"I don't know! Do I look like a doctor?!" Helga yelled.

After getting an unconscious Arnold onto a wheelchair they wheeled him to the nurses office to call his grandpa. Principal Wartz had been taking over the class while and Helga were at the nurses office with Arnold.

Back at the hospital

"Ugh, okay I'll be in to pick him up." Phil said into the telephone just as he was leaving the hospital. Pookie had to stay a couple nights because she was still too unconscious from the loss of blood and she needed to rest. Now he was leaving to go pick up his unconscious grandson at school.

At school

Helga was left in the room alone again with a sleeping Arnold. Mr. Simmons had gone back to the classroom because Principal Wartz and Curly were fighting to the death...or..something? Of course that was according to Curly. She was worried that Arnold had got knocked into a coma from hitting the ground so hard but she didn't know because he had just been awake. 'Speaking of him being awake, what was up with that?!' She thought to herself. She was sitting in front of him waiting for any type of movement. To tell you the truth she was scared, yes Helga G. Pataki was scared. She was allowed to have fears even though she was the toughest girl in the fourth grade. She was scared that he had a concussion, she was scared that he had been in a coma, she was scared that he might never wake up!... Or maybe she was getting ahead of herself there. He was just awake, and he did have a fever and sweating. But then again the nurse did check him to see what was wrong and she couldn't find anything that was the problem. His temperature had been a little high despite his feverish look. He didn't seem to have been bleeding in the back of the head from the fall. 'Hmm...maybe it's just the flu.' She thought and waved it off.

But little did she know what was going on in the poor kid's mind...what he had to witness that morning...worrying about his grandparents well-being...being alone without his parents...and finally, mixed emotions about the girl who had helped him and Gerald save the neighborhood.

Arnold's Dream Sequence

"Ugh...here again?!' He woke up yelling, once again in the same dark and familiar place he had been in earlier. He still had that horrible, throbbing pain in the back of his head. He got up off of the ground and looked around. "Why do I keep coming back here?!" He yelled, but sadly he was alone. Or so he thought. When he turned around, he saw his grandmother. She was happy and healthy. "Grandma!" Arnold wanted run up to her and hug her and never let go, but soon found himself struggling to move. He realized that he was just standing there, like he had been paralyzed. He felt drawn to the scene before him and just stood there watching.

Pookie was in the kitchen. She looked like she was in her cheerful perky happy self. Her original character that was always fun to be around. The woman that did backflips down the hall just to cheer for her grandson was standing there before him. She was holding a knife to go cut up some bagels over on the counter. "Grandma..." He trailed off, obviously her not hearing him. She was walking toward the cupboard when... "Grandma! Look out!" He tried to warn her, but she still couldn't hear him. She skidded in the puddle by the the sink and slipped landing with the knife in the hand that twisted cutting straight through her arm. Arnold was on the verge of tears, he could feel the warm drops slide down his cheeks. But then suddenly he was pulled to another familiar scene and his grandmother lying on the ground pleading for help was fading out, he tried to get to her but something was blocking him from doing so.

In this particular scene he could see his grandpa, grandma, himself as a baby? And his...mom and dad. They were all in the foyer of the boarding house. His parents were in trench coats and had suit cases held in their hands. His mother came up to give him a hug and so did his father. "When we get back, we'll take you to the park little buddy." Said Miles. "Yeah, and be good for Grandma and Grandpa." She said as they opened the door.

"Bye mommy, bye daddy." Baby Arnold said waving to them. "Bye Arnold." They said as they walked out the door...never to be seen again. As the scene faded out, and Arnold sat there sobbing into his hands.

Meanwhile with Helga

Helga was waiting for Phil to come pick Arnold up. It has been 2 hours since Arnold passed out. "Man, where is that guy?!" She asked to nobody in particular. She was now sitting on the edge of Arnold's bed. The nurse some how managed to transfer him from the wheelchair to the bed and told Helga to stay and watch for any signs of movements while he was out.

"Well, at least they brought me lunch." She said as she ate the glob they called food from the cafeteria. She didn't really care what it was, at least it was something to eat because Miriam never packed her anything in her lunchbox.

When she was finished, she looked to Arnold. He was still pale and feverish looking. 'Oh my beloved, I hope you will awaken soon. I miss you already. I hope that you're oh so lovable and eccentric grandmother is okay.' She thought. She sighed and went over to cup his face in her hands, when something stopped her. Before she could even make contact with his skin, he moved. 'Wait...he MOVED?!' She was practically screaming in her mind with joy. She was about to do it again, but then he suddenly mumbled something.

"Grandma...Mom...Dad. Come back...come back." He said tears rolling down his cheeks with his eyes closed.

Although, Helga thought he was up so she decided to say his name and see if he would answer back. "Arnold?" She said but no answer.

He then started to break down into an uncontrollable sob. "Please, don't go. I'm all alone...I'm...alone..." He trailed off in his sleep.

"Oh Arnold..." She said starting to cry herself. "It-it'll be ok...I'm here."

Arnold started to feel the reaction to her touch and flinched a little.

"I- I love you Arnold. Y-you're not alone." She whispered barely managing to get the words out, but very quietly as to not blow her secret.

Meanwhile in Arnold's dream

He was sitting in the darkness of the cold hard ground sobbing. "Grandma...Mom...Dad, please don't go. I'm all alone...I'm...alone.." He said. But then he heard someone say his name, it was almost like an echo.

"Arnold?" Said the voice.

"Wha- who's there? H-hello?" He sniffled.

Just then he suddenly found himself at another past scene, and one that was not too long ago...Helga's confession.

He was standing in the corner of the roof of FTi watching himself press Helga on for answers on why she would help him save the neighborhood.

"Maybe I don't hate you as much as I thought okay? I guess maybe I-I even kinda like you a little. Heck, I guess you might even say that I like you a lot."

He heard himself say, "You do? You did this for me?"

"That's right Hairboy! I mean Criminy what else are you supposed to do when someone you love is in trouble?"

"Love?..." He asked.

"You heard me pal! I love you, LOVE you!" She said as he fell and hit the ground.

Then her voice faded as it turned into a soft whisper. "I - I love you Arnold. Y-you're not alone." Said Helga's voice as if to be answering his question.

After this, it went black again. But he realized that he was still in the dream because the two people he didn't expect came into the picture...

A/N: Sorry guys I'm ending it here cause I think I got a bit of writers block...yeah I know it small, but this small chapter took me 3 days to complete mind you. Hopefully you're getting this because this is how it's playing out in my head. I'm thinking this fic is going to be like ten more chapters or more we aren't even at the best part yet, for all you AxH lovers out there stay tuned, it's gonna be epic. Anyway, I'll try to start updating every other day but I have to warn ya I have plenty of homework and it's hard to do all of it including my fanart for deviantart. Speaking of which I may do a little scene drawing or something. My deviant name is Helga4eva. There's nothing up on my account yet, but I'll let y'all know here when I get it done. Well its 1:30 in the morning and I have school in the morning. R&R..ask questions...suggestions or Ideas? Please I'm gonna need em'.