Hi guys! Sorry for the long wait, but im now a ''frozen '' fan, so i started another fic.

Plus i kinda have some computer problem, so excuse me if this chapter isnt as good as the others.

Thank you my dear fans for all the love !

Enjoy.

When I woke up this morning, I was attacked by a strong headache, a raw throat, and by the feeling of having 400 pounds of rocks on my shoulders. I winced, and held my poor head. Damn, I was sick. This really was the last thing I needed.

Remembering where I was and with whom, I turned my head to meet the peaceful face of my girlfriend. Slowly, I caressed her cheek covered in dried tears and touched her forehead. I frowned, noticing the abnormal heat coming from it. Nice, really nice. Now we're both sick. After all, she went outside without coat, and I gave her mine. No wonder we're sick like dog now.

I rested on my side for a moment, looking at Helga, and I thought of what happened yesterday. It was beyond tragic; she lost all the people she loved and cared about in a heartbeat. And she thought it was her fault.

I grabbed her and pulled her closer to me, closing my eyes, filling my nostrils with her scent, caressing her back and making little circles with my hand. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was, but I'm afraid there were no words I could muster that could express the feeling that was raging in my heart. I bit my lip, thinking of the following days. I had little money, and moving out... Takes a lot of that. I think I will ask Harold. He does more money that he needs, and I will refund him eventually. I'm sure he will accept, plus he owes me one.

Helga struggled in my arms, but I kept a strong hold on her, and when she opened her eyes, I smiled softly at her.

''Hey,'' I muttered on the edge of my lips.

''Hey.'' She replied, her voice as raw as mine.

She tried to clear her throat, but I quickly stopped her painful attempt.

''We're sick sweetheart. It's no use...'' I kept muttering for my own good.

She simply stared at me a second before burying her head in my t-shirt. I wrapped a protective arm around her. I know she will take time to get back on her feet, and I'll be there to help her. I stroked her golden hair, removing her bangs to look at her scar, and caressed it. I may sound weird, but I loved that scar. Touching it, I felt like I could ease the pain she felt that day.

''You don't have to hide it...''

''Hm?''

''Your scar. I love it, it's not ugly. You shouldn't hide it.''

''You don't want me to ?'' Helga said in a low tone, rubbing her throat.

''Well... Only if you...'' I started.

''Then I won't hide it anymore.''

I managed a smile, and grabbed her cheeks to kiss her lovingly on her pink lips. Our eyes closed, our nose rubbed together as we went into a playful and passionate kiss. She didn't try to be on top of me like usual; she just stayed there and enjoyed our time together. When my lips left hers, I gently caressed her white eye.

''Do you want something hot? A coffee, hot chocolate?''

She shrugged and went for the hot chocolate. I nodded and left the bed. She was calm, so very calm; it was rare to see her like this; she was so full of life.

While I was preparing for both of us some hot chocolate, I texted Gerald. He would be up, it was already past 11.

''Hey bro, what's up ? Merry Christmas by the way. We had real fun yesterday.'' He texted me, two minutes after my thought.

I smiled, sometimes I felt like he could read in my mind.

''Hey Gerald, actually I uh have a problem. Helga and I have a problem.''

I threw a glance at our bedroom door, afraid Helga could come and read it all.

Gerald took a moment to answer.

''What kind of problem...?''

I could almost feel the worry in his words.

''We have to move away. Out of town. "Far away as possible.''

''What ? Why ?''

''I can't tell you now. But it's something serious; Helga and I are both in danger. ''

''I'm comin'.''

''Gerald, no!''

My fingers were hitting at a high speed the buttons of my phone, but it was useless; he didn't reply. I swore between my teeth. I should have expected it... I guess it was one way to have his help; and anyway it wasn't something to tell through phone.

I felt a pair of warm arms wrapping around my torso, and a head resting on my shoulder, checking up my phone.

''What's wrong ?'' Helga asked, her eyes half open half closed, wearing an adorable bedhead.

I took a deep breath. How is she going to react ?

I made sure she was sat on a chair with a hot chocolate in her hands to ease the pain of her throat before clearing my own throat.

''Well, like I said yesterday, we need to move away. But I need help. And money. Which I don't have. I can ask one of my friends, but we still need a lot of money, so I think it would be a great thing to tell Gerald about it; He's my best friend, we'll figure something out.'' I half lied, and I waited for her outburst.

It didn't come. She kept looking at her hot chocolate with passive eyes. She simply shrugged it off.

''Whatever floats your boat.'' She answered in a low voice.

Too bad I had no syrup for throat soreness.

''Wait... You're not mad ?'' I asked, not believing it myself.

The old Helga would have been so upset that she would have broken something by now.

''I'm not in the mood to be mad...''

I nodded in understanding and stood up.

''Take it easy today sweetheart. You can watch tv, or something. Oh, and get dressed. I woudn't want Gerald to see you in that," I requested with a cocky smile, watching her in her light blue mini short and white tank top. She was wearing no panties by the way.

I smiled even more when I saw the corner of her lips twitch upward for a second. Then I got up again and went to get dressed myself. I pulled over me a sleeveless black shirt, with a white and blue t-shirt underneath, and put on my blue cap. I looked at myself one second before sighing deeply, my shoulders loose. It was going to be a long day... and it was Christmas for Pete's sake ! I could make some researches, but for now, no one will be giving any visit for any apartment... For at least one week. So there isn't much we can do for now. I looked at the door separating me from the love of my life. I was worried sick. Sad. Angered by everything that happened yesterday. I wanted to be there for her, but there is nothing I can do to ease her pain.

The door slammed softly, and I saw her pulling from a drawer some clothes and began undressing. I watched her for a second, and while she was only wearing her black pants and a bra, I hugged her from behind, kissing her neck softly. I knew she was feeling my heartbeat against the smooth skin of her back.

''I love you...'' I muttered to her ear, my throat hurting me, my lips barely moving.

She didn't reply, but put her hands on mine. We kept the position a long moment, until I heard the door being almost ripped from its hinges. I went to the door and opened it, stopping Gerald from breaking my door. He pushed me inside, his hands on my shoulders, his eyes darkened by worries.

''Arnold, what's happening?''

I bit my bottom lip, and told him to sit down and offered him a hot chocolate. He had not removed his coat yet. But before I could start the explanation, Helga opened the door of our shared bedroom, and her and Gerald locked eyes for a minute. I saw him frowning, today Helga was wearing a torn jeans and a simple pink t-shirt with the random number 11 on it. But I could tell he was glancing hard at the scar on her eye. She was uneasy, digging her hands in her pockets, biting her lips, shifting her weight on one foot and another. I gently led her to a chair.

''So... What's the problem ? What did Pataki do again ? Why is the apartment in such a mess ?''

Gerald quickly bit his tongue, surely expecting the strong, hotheaded girl to snap back at him, but nothing came, much to his shock. I threw an hard quick look, and then began my explanation.

''Yesterday... After I came back from the party...''

I took a deep breath, and took Helga's hand under the table. She was looking down at the table, not wanting to watch the boy in the eyes. She looked like she was in her own little world right now.

''Well, I saw the apartment in that state. And, well I was worried; I mean Helga was here and all... Anyway, when I was trying to understand what the heck was happening, I saw... I saw her phone, on the floor, with pictures on it. And...''

I felt her squeeze my hand so hard, my blood must have stopped its routine flow by now. But I didn't mind.

''And I saw them... Gerald... Her friends... All of her friends... They were... They've been burnt to death.''

Gerald looked at me like I was a dangerous psychopath; he almost dropped his hot chocolate cup. He slowly and carefully put it down, his huge eyes opened wide at me.

''What ?''

''So I went to look for her.'' I continued bravely. '' And she was... Well, let's say it wasn't pretty. We need to move, Gerald. There is a guy after her, and he might come for us. I... We can't stay.''

Gerald looked at both me and Helga, not knowing what to say. He looked at my Helga with such rage I thought he was going to punch her, but he backed up. He was still impressed by everything I said.

''I don't believe this bitch put you in such danger. I don't believe it... I will come back with money. I'll put you out of this danger she brought on you. My father is a cop, he will stop that guy. And her!'' He raised a finger to poke Helga's head, but I quickly stopped him, with fire burning in my green eyes.

''Don't touch her, it isn't her fault. I need your help, Gerald, not cops. This guy is a murderer; the cops have been looking for him for long, but... They won't be able to do anything. Just help us. Help me.''

There was a long silence. Helga kept looking down at her hands, and I glanced at Gerald with a helpful hope in my eyes. Finally, he sighed, and tried to calm himself.

''Okay. Fine. I'll talk to... The gang. We'll figure something out. Be safe, Arnold.

He said "Be safe Arnold", and not ''be safe you two''. But I didn't mind, Gerald didn't like her one bit after all... Here I thought everything was going to be smooth and easy.

''Sure, Gerald. I'll be. You need to go now; Phoebe must be waiting for you, and... and thanks.''

Gerald simply looked at me, slowly shaking his head in disbelief before darting out. I heard Helga letting out the breath I didn't know she was holding, and I went to grab her shoulders.

''You okay ?'' I asked. "Does your throat still hurt ?''

She simply nodded, I didn't know for which question though. I started massaging her shoulders.

''C'mon, feisty pants. Everything's going to be alright. They'll help us. I have... I have great friends you know."

I bit my tongue at the second the words came from my mouth. How could I be so stupid ?

She let her head drop on her arms in utter sadness. I didn't love seeing her like that, it was heart wrecking.

''Hey, darling...''

I leaned, so I could murmur in her ear.

''Let's take a breakfast. What do you want ? You can have everything.''

Much to my surprise, she answered.

''Bacon. With eggs. And ham. You better not forget fruits.''

I blinked a few times and then smile. At least, she still had her appetite. I then did the breakfast. While cracking open the eggs, I saw Helga trying to clean the mess she did last night, with her ear buds on her ears. I wondered for a minute how she felt without her precious guitar with her. I started randomly thinking about the black book I once found at her apartment. Was it still there ? Did she bring it ? I shook my head, now trying to figure if I was now close enough of her to ask that.

''Helga ?'' I asked, my throat going better by the time.

Her head shot open, and removed her ears buds.

''Hm?''

I collected my thoughts, and looked for a good start.

''Hum, the other day, at your ex apartment, I found... Well, I found a book. A... A black book.''

She looked surprised, but didn't snap, which was good. For my life.

''And uh I was wondering what it was.''

I didn't look at her, trying to concentrate on the breakfast. She glared at me a moment before continuing her cleaning.

''Sort of a diary. All my life is in it, but I stopped writing it.''

''When did you stop?'' I asked curiously, couldn't help myself.

''When my life started going better.''

''When was it ?'

She stopped for a second, and continued her chores.

''When I met you.'' Her voice was lower this time, and I could tell she was blushing.

I was blushing as well, and was glad I had my back turned, I didn't want her to see me like this. As a matter of fact, I was red from head to toes.

Later this day, we decided we should hang outside and get a coffee and a dessert. We couldn't afford it, but we both really needed to go outside, and do something for Christmas, even if it was small. I couldn't stand being at home and doing nothing for Christmas. Even grabbing something from Tim Hortons would be nice enough, as long as she's here with me. I glared at her from the corner of my eyes as we walked. She kept trying to pull from her face her bangs that kept framing her face. She really didn't like having her wounded eye exposed, but she looked so beautiful like that. I knew some people were looking at her, but I would glare back with a menacing look.

We were holding hands, but we didn't say anything. We were just walking randomly to the Tim Hortons, me looking in front of me and sometimes at her, her looking at her feet with a depressed look. I didn't saw her take any cigarette or shit like this today, which was good, but then I began wondering if she was really an addict, or if she was just liking it. Though now I was craving for a cigarette. Seriously, thanks for that Helga, I sighed in my head.

The Tim Hortons was just few blocks away from us, but there was no one in the street. Strange, I thought. It wasn't a crowded street, but still.

Suddenly, I felt something grab my arm and pulling me away from Helga's grasp. My first reaction was to struggle of course, but then something hit the back of my head, and everything went black.