Come Down
Title: Come Down
Author: Squirrel_tamer
Pairings: Helga/Arnold
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I neither own Hey Arnold nor make any money off this.
Song Prompt: "Recovering the Satellites" by the Counting Crows
Summary: Arnold's back and Helga isn't pleased.
Word Count: 447
Location/Time Period: a Rocket Town
A/N: The town is totally made up. I honestly don't know why they're collecting satellites and I'm not sure why they aren't allowed to the Outer Lands.
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So why'd you come home to this faithless town
Where we make a lifetime commitment
To recovering the satellites
And all anybody really wants to know is...
When are you gonna come down?
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There is something utterly horrifying and absolutely thrilling about having him in the doorway of her garage.
“W-what?” She stares wide-eyed as he steps closer. The sun across his back makes it hard to make out his features, but his green eyes stare back at her from across the room. She nervously wipes a hand across her cheek, smearing the grease from her fingers onto her skin.
“I’m back,” He says softly, taking another step towards her and suddenly she can see all of him. And everything about him just seems magnified after all the years of separation.
Something drops into her stomach.
“Why?” She demands, regaining her composure. She crosses her arms over her chest and scowls at him.
He stops, but doesn’t say anything.
“What the hell?!” She’s furious now. She turns from him and stamps her way over towards a large metal object in the middle of the room. With a huff, she grabs a wrench and slowly begins working to unhinge the side of it.
“Helga?” He asks hesitantly. She doesn’t respond. He sighs and comes closer again, not stopping until he is right beside her, almost, but not-really, touching her arm.
“You weren’t supposed to come back,” She breathes. “You were supposed to get out of here for good. You were supposed to make something of yourself. Arnold,” She turns her head to look at him and her blue eyes pierce him through. For the first time he can truly see all her years of suffering built up in the blue. “I wanted you to get free.”
Seven years ago he had left her behind and seven years ago she had cried for weeks on end. Seven years ago she had cursed his name and had hated him with all her being.
Seven years ago she had let him go.
Because more important than their town and her tears, was him. Arnold.
She didn’t want to see him die in this town, dedicating his life to a practice that no one even believed in anymore. She knew he hated the satellites even more than she did. That’s why, when the letter came from the outer lands, she’d made him go in her place. There was only one pass.
She’d set him free.
“How could you?” She whispers as she wraps her arms around herself.
Unexpectedly, he reaches out for her hands and twines his fingers with her own.
“Helga, I’m not staying.”
Something inside of her breaks and something inside of her heals, but she doesn’t really know which is the stronger something anymore.
“I just came back to get something that I forgot.”
Her breath hitches as he presses his lips against hers.
“You.”
Author: Squirrel_tamer
Pairings: Helga/Arnold
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I neither own Hey Arnold nor make any money off this.
Song Prompt: "Recovering the Satellites" by the Counting Crows
Summary: Arnold's back and Helga isn't pleased.
Word Count: 447
Location/Time Period: a Rocket Town
A/N: The town is totally made up. I honestly don't know why they're collecting satellites and I'm not sure why they aren't allowed to the Outer Lands.
---
So why'd you come home to this faithless town
Where we make a lifetime commitment
To recovering the satellites
And all anybody really wants to know is...
When are you gonna come down?
---
There is something utterly horrifying and absolutely thrilling about having him in the doorway of her garage.
“W-what?” She stares wide-eyed as he steps closer. The sun across his back makes it hard to make out his features, but his green eyes stare back at her from across the room. She nervously wipes a hand across her cheek, smearing the grease from her fingers onto her skin.
“I’m back,” He says softly, taking another step towards her and suddenly she can see all of him. And everything about him just seems magnified after all the years of separation.
Something drops into her stomach.
“Why?” She demands, regaining her composure. She crosses her arms over her chest and scowls at him.
He stops, but doesn’t say anything.
“What the hell?!” She’s furious now. She turns from him and stamps her way over towards a large metal object in the middle of the room. With a huff, she grabs a wrench and slowly begins working to unhinge the side of it.
“Helga?” He asks hesitantly. She doesn’t respond. He sighs and comes closer again, not stopping until he is right beside her, almost, but not-really, touching her arm.
“You weren’t supposed to come back,” She breathes. “You were supposed to get out of here for good. You were supposed to make something of yourself. Arnold,” She turns her head to look at him and her blue eyes pierce him through. For the first time he can truly see all her years of suffering built up in the blue. “I wanted you to get free.”
Seven years ago he had left her behind and seven years ago she had cried for weeks on end. Seven years ago she had cursed his name and had hated him with all her being.
Seven years ago she had let him go.
Because more important than their town and her tears, was him. Arnold.
She didn’t want to see him die in this town, dedicating his life to a practice that no one even believed in anymore. She knew he hated the satellites even more than she did. That’s why, when the letter came from the outer lands, she’d made him go in her place. There was only one pass.
She’d set him free.
“How could you?” She whispers as she wraps her arms around herself.
Unexpectedly, he reaches out for her hands and twines his fingers with her own.
“Helga, I’m not staying.”
Something inside of her breaks and something inside of her heals, but she doesn’t really know which is the stronger something anymore.
“I just came back to get something that I forgot.”
Her breath hitches as he presses his lips against hers.
“You.”