Timeline: Ignore TTP since I started this fic long before it came out.
Disclaimer: Own Artemis Fowl I do not.
Holiday Blues
Chapter 1
The snowflake drifted lazily down to the earth from the heavens. It allowed itself to be caught by the wind every now and then causing it to drift off course before it managed to regain its balance and continue its descent.
Just like humans, Artemis Fowl the Second thought, observing the journey of the snowflake from behind his window. We lose track of our destination so easily, but mange to get back on track, sooner or later.
He watched the snowflake land on the windowsill, disappearing immediately amidst the thousand of snowflakes already present there.
Lost, Artemis thought, twirling his pencil with his fingers. So many dreams, so many ideas, all lost when we fade away…
He sighed and turned away from the window and back to the report he should have been working on, entitled, How I Spent the Holidays. The literature professor could not have chosen a more moronic assignment even if he had had all of eternity to ponder one.
What does it matter, Artemis grumbled, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling. What business did the professor have to inquire about his holiday? It would serve him well to worry about more pressing matters. Like that virus that had struck every electronic device that he owned a mere three hours after he assigned the paper.
Safe in his room, Artemis let a self-satisfied smirk tug on his lips. He never got tired of sending that virus.
Suddenly, Artemis sighed. For some reason, he just couldn't get rid of his gloomy mood. Not even the thought of revenge managed to brighten him for long. Artemis wasn't entirely sure why he had been feeling so moody. Perhaps it was the ridiculous assignment. Maybe it was puberty. More likely, he had just gotten out of the wrong side of the bed that morning.
"Arty!" A shrill childish vice cried out from somewhere down the hall.
"Mother's calling you!" Another, nearly identical, voice followed.
Artemis surpassed the urge to scowl. His little brothers were, there was no other word for it, pests. Ever since his return, Myles and Beckett would simply not leave him alone. He didn't think that he would have minded the fact much if they had wanted to engage in an intelligent conversation, but more often than not, the twins were interested in other matters. Namely pulling pranks on their newly acquired older brother and asking him endless, pointless questions.
"Arty! Mother's waiting!"
"What's taking so long? Did you drown in your own sea of despair?"
The last comment was followed by shrill giggles.
Sighing and massaging his temples, Artemis abandoned his report (gladly, though he would not admit it) and proceeded to the door.
He opened the door and the roof collapsed.