Sailor Helga Prequel - Arnold and Helga's Past in the Future [COMPLETED]

Bonus: Bridgette's Lunar Eclipse

Bridget awoke in a cold sweat.

She was in bed, in the home of her parents.

This isn't right, she thought.

Where was Gerald? What happened to Phoebe, Rhonda and Patty?

She jumped out of bed and flicked on the light switch. She looked in the mirror.

Gone were here royal garbs and sleeping robe. They were instead replaced with purple flannel pajamas, a startling departure of fashion held over from bygone century.

Even more startling: she was no longer an adult! She looked the same, but measurably younger; by her estimate she looked like a preteen in the 6th or 7th grade.

How was this possible? One minute she was kissing the love of her life goodbye, the next minute she was thrust in the past.

And not just biologically, but temporally. She ran over to her bedroom window and opened it. She couldn't believe it: outside were cars and street fixtures she had only seen in textbooks.

She backed away and fell on the bed in shock.

It was true: she really did travel to the past.

The next day, Bridgette stared uneasily at the entrance to her middle school, a primitive foundation for learning. As she walked down the hall, she froze, her heart nearly stopping. For just a few feet away, a familiar teenage woman was laughing and smiling with a group of students.

Princess Oleanna. The eldest daughter of the royal family, cruelly taken in the prime of life.

Bridgette slowly approached, her mouth agape, unwilling to believe what her own eyes were showing her: that Oleanna was brought back from the dead.

"See ya around, Olga," the group of students waved and departed for their classes. When the blonde teen turned around, her eyes glittered with warmth and recognition.

"Bridgette! There's my best friend! How was your weekend?"

"I....I mean...how is this possible...?" Bridgette stammered.

Olga waved her hand in front of Bridgette's face. "Hello? Earth to Bridge? Hehe....you're worse than my mother, and she has baby brain!"

"Huh?" The Queen was alive as well?

"Anyway, I'm sorry we can't hang out this weekend. Daddy's driving me to my piano recital. Quelle dommage....but maybe you can sleep over the week after?"

Bridgette took all the information in. "Your mom's...pregnant?"

Olga frowned. "Yeah. About four months. I thought I had told you."

"You two! Get to class!" barked one of the teachers. "First period is about to start."

"Anyway, see you in 2nd period!" Olga raced to her next class.

Bridgette stood in the centre of the hall, utterly perplexed. "Goodbye..." This was making less and less sense by the second. Not only was she not the same age, but Helena hadn't even been born yet!

She was startled out of her reverie by the sound of an adult clearing their throat behind her.

"And what class should you be in?" the teacher from earlier approached her and yanked thy syllabus out of her hand. He surveyed it briefly and nodded his head. Uh-huh...1st Period: Advanced Mathematics. Well? What are you waiting for? Get a move on!"

Bridgette obeyed the teacher, but as she did, a sense of dread crept over her. Advanced Math? What could she possibly know about Math?

Well, quite a lot actually. Despite not having a clue how she got to where she was, Bridgette had somehow become adept at the most difficult mathematic theories.

In the Past, she was a C math student at best. But somehow in her travelling in time, she picked up an affinity for numbers.

Who else had aged differently? And was there anyone else that had retained their memories? There was only one way to find out.

A group of young girls throughout the city had spotted Bridgette's flyer randomly posted throughout Hillwood ("What a strange name for a city," thought Bridgette). The flyer contained a very difficult math problem that, if solved, would lead to a prize.

The 20 or so girls who succeeded in answering the puzzle were then directed to meet in a secluded area in the warehouse district, where they were greeted by Bridgette, standing above them on a railing.

"Congratulations on making it this far," she said. "If you came for the reward, I must let you know now that the prize is not an item. The prize is your FREEDOM. Freedom to accept the fact that the world is different and you're not exactly certain why, but you intend to find out. Who wishes to stay and solve the mystery?"

One hand went up, then another, and then another, until pretty soon everyone who had come to that decrepit area had their hand raised.

Bridgette smiled triumphantly. "Good. Then let's get to work."

In the span of a few months, the girls had transformed the space from a dingy old warehouse space to a centre of high-end technological advancement. At that point, Bridgette had given them their first assignment to test their mettle.

One night, the group of girls had followed her downtown to a building boarding a hospital. They stood on the roof of the adjacent building, waiting.

As they waited, Bridgette looked up to the night sky. It was cloudy, but she could scarcely make out the outline of the full moon.

"Oh, look!" pointed one of the girls.

The moon gradually began to disappear. Bridgette grinned. "A Lunar Eclipse – how fitting..."

A girl with binoculars peering over the edge of the building waved frantically. "Bridgette...it's time...it's happened!"

Bridgette bounded over quickly to the girls and took the binoculars from her. She peered inside, to a window on the side of the hospital.

Miriam was sitting in a bed close to the window; Big Bob was standing beside her, his hand on her shoulder. Olga/Oleanna stood beside him and marveled at the bundle swaddled in white cloth that her mother was holding.

Bridgette lowered her binoculars. That was all she needed to see for now. "Girls! Present arms!"

All the girls stood at attention and saluted. Bridgette followed suit and did the same.

"Happy Birthday, Helena."

The girls constantly improved their stronghold, making it more and more technologically advanced. Eventually Bridgette became the same age as she was before she and the others arrived in the strange city of Hillwood. She had made uniforms for her team – a jumpsuit and beret number – and together they monitored the goings-on of the city. Always in the background, never to be seen.

Until one day a girl approached her in the command centre, and handed her a notice.

Bridgette read it, her brow furrowing.

"It says they're going to shut down the neighbourhood to build a shopping centre. That's the neighbourhood where the Princess lives. Should we intervene?"

Bridgette crumpled the paper in her hands. "No..." She began walking away.

"But Commander—"

"I trust that this will work itself out," explained Bridgette. "We will only offer aid if it is asked."

"But what if it's not?" asked the girl.

Bridgette paused. She turned and smiled. "Oh, it will be. Because there are other forces at hand watching over the Princess. We'll give them a nudge if need be. But I am convinced that they'll ultimately be the ones to save the neighbourhood."