The UNexpected

A/N: So, no questions? Okay, then i'm gonna just dive right In! Since we ended with Arnold in the last chapter, I'm going to start with Helga.

Disclaimer- Really? You all should know by now. I DO NOT OWN HEY ARNOLD. Criminy!

Enjoy.

Helga

She awoke from her slumber, only to find that she was on a pitch black, hard, and cold surface. She held her head in her hands, "Criminy! I feel like I got hit by a truck!" She said as she sat upright. She looked around, but she didn't see her usual aroma of a pink room. Instead she was...well she really didn't know where she was. It was just pitch black and you couldn't see anything at all. She looked down to her clothing, she couldn't even see herself. "Alright Helga ol' girl. Calm down. Your fine. I'll just close my eyes and this will all be over soon." She told herself, then closed her eyes, but after she opened them,she was still in the same place but with a little more light. "Ugh! Where am I?! I should be in one of my Arnold dreams!" She yelled. But no reply. She decided to go take a walk through the dim lighted area until she found something, or someone.

Meanwhile with Arnold

"Alright, what do you guys want with me now?" Arnold had said, after he awoke in the same place he had been for the past two times he passed out. But he had no answer. "Hello? Arnold! Helga!?" He yelled after the two sixteen year olds, but no answer. It was kinda weird calling his own name over and over again but he had to find them. He didn't want to miss school that day again, and today was the day he got to go see his Grandmother at the hospital.

Suddenly, out of no where he could've swore he heard his name being said by someone. "Arnold" said the voice...then it became louder, and as it got louder he followed it through the pitch black dark room until he bumped into a being. The rush sent him flying backwards onto the cold ground once again.

"Hello?" He asked cautiously.

"Watch where you're going next time, pal!" The girl yelled.

"Helga?!" He jumped up. "Is that you?!" He yelled startling the girl on the ground.

"Yes it's me! Who else would it be Hairboy?! Criminy!" She said, she was going to be nice to him knowing that this was probably one of her fantasies but for some odd reason it all felt so real to her, like she was supposed to act like her usual self with the walls up around her heart. But when she was done yelling at the frightened boy in front of her, the light in the room began to become brighter. She got up, a little surprised. "Where are we?" She said, looking around what appeared to be a small house of some sort. There were jars on the tables and different types of potions that read 'medicine' on them.

"I don't know." Despite what he just said, it did kind of feel familiar to him, like he was supposed to know where and what this place was. Then he remembered what his grandpa had read to him just a few weeks ago...The Journal. He gasped after this thought had crossed his mind.

"What? Arnold, where are we?" She asked, after hearing his rather loud outburst of a gasp.

He couldn't answer because he was in too much shock. 'I-I know this place, my dad drew a picture of it in his journal!' He thought. But Helga broke through this state.

"Uh, hello earth to Football Head!" She yelled, waving a hand in the front of his face.

"Oh- uh, sorry Helga. I think I know where we are." He said, his mouth agape.

"Where, because I'd surely love to be in one of my fantasies right-" she said catching herself. "Woah, this place must be getting to my head. Heh heh, hot in here." She said fanning herself.

But it was a good thing Arnold wasn't listening over the fact that he thought that they might be in the temple of his parents'. "W-we're...this place is where my parents used to live when we lived here in San Lorenzo." He said looking around. Then he spotted a familiar picture, it was of him when he was a baby and his parents. "Look, Helga see!" He yelled over to her.

She was observing all the different types of medicines while Arnold was looking at the pictures on the wall. "Really?! Okay so why am I here?" She asked, as soon as she turned her head she saw a picture of two blondes.

"I don't know, maybe we are supposed to look around or something." He said unaware of what Helga had just seen.

"Football Head, look!" She yelled to him. She took the picture off of the wall. It was of two teenagers with blonde hair, the girl had long hair, with a pink bow, and the boy had a football shaped head with a blue hat. His arm was around her shoulder and above them read 'The Cheese Festival'.

They were both in complete shock looking at the picture, as 2 people walked up behind them. "Ah, yeah isn't he the cutest?!" The woman practically screamed, making the two fourth graders jump up almost three feet into the air.

"Helga." Said the irritated boy beside her.

They both turned around to see a tall football headed boy and a fairly tall blonde haired girl with a bow in her hair. "That voice!" Helga said toward the girl.

Arnold, however, had a bland expression on his face. After seeing these two familiar faces, he wasn't happy at all, because he didn't want to get stuck in this dream..or whatever it was again and miss the bus so he spoke up. "Can we make this fast?" He sighed.

Helga was looking at the two as if she knew who they were and stood completely frozen.

"Yeah, first lets get this one..." She pointed to Helga "out of shock." She said waving a hand in front of her face. "Uh, hello, young me?"

"I'm you-you're me!?" She yelled in the older girl's face.

"Uh yeah, doi!" She said in her exact same voice, but matured.

"You're that voice I heard inside my head!" Helga managed.

"Yeah, I had to do something about the fact that you weren't listening to me!" She said.

"Come on Helga.." Said the older Arnold.

"Yeah...please, I don't want to miss school again." Arnold said, having been watching the exchange between the older and younger version of Helga, giggling slightly.

"I'm sure she would though." The girl with the golden hair, jerked a thumb in Helga's direction as she started to blush a dark shade of red.

"Wait if you're me, then is that-?" She was cut off when the older version of Arnold spoke up.

"Yes, It's me, Arnold." He said calmly.

"Oh..." She said nearly passing out, but fanned herself with her hand.

"It all might be a little weird now, but soon you'll understand." Said older Helga.

"Come on Helga. Let's get them filled in on things.." The older version of Arnold said taking her hand and leading them all into a small room with a couch made from bamboo.

Arnold just looked at Helga who was making Google eyes at the older him.

Then she caught him looking at her and made her trademark scowl appear, "What are you looking at Football-Head?!" She yelled at him.

"Hehe." The older Helga looked the older Arnold and they gazed at each other lovingly. While, the fourth grade versions looked at each other awkwardly.

He sighed, hoping that this dream-or rather nightmare would be over soon...little did he know, just how much this would actually help him find himself. Buried underneath all of that kindness, and advice giving, his real personality was Hidden.

A/N: I know, I know. You all are probably going to kill me, but I just wanted to give you something before I go back to another full week of school, since it was mostly delayed, cancelled, or we got out early. I swear I'm getting some kind of block in my writing, I'm running out of ideas. Anyway, I'll try to update again this week. I got a journal to write my stories in so don't fear, if I get an idea, as they come and go when they please, I will write them down instead of trying to memorize it and typing it at the end of the day. So please don't hurt me. At least it's something even though it's small. Oh! I almost forgot to tell y'all I'm working on art for the beginning of this fic so keep a look out! Well, I gotta get to bed. Night.

P.s. I might redo this chapter, idk yet. Happy reading!

-Rosey