A/N: Since I'm just bored, I decided to shift some fanfic over to . Over from where, you ask? My hard drive and a site called FanGathering, of course. To any fellow FGers, let me assure you that I'm not stealing anyone else's work. This is Lost Across the Tasman over there, but I hated the title... So I gave it a new one. I'm I_C over there. Just so you know.
Okay, here's a fanfic about Artemis' kid. Yes, I hear the groans. But this one is special because there's no quest to find him, no quest for identity. Cause he's dead. This one is to find out WHY he died. Not how, but why. There will be an epic adventure, involving...*stricken face* I almost reveal plot details! *gets keelhauled*
Resurfacing
An Artemis Fowl fanfic.
1
I remembered a lot about my father's funeral.
The smell of hollyhock, my father's favourite flower. I remember him saying to me that they reminded him of Holly, whoever she was. I also recalled how he asked my not to relay his words to my mother.
His pale face, vampiric even in death. I sure that there were wounds where the fish had ate his flesh before they managed to drag him out of the ocean, but they managed to patch him up for the funeral. Who knows, he might crawl out of his grave at nightfall to bite my mother and I, and perhaps this Holly.
The tears falling down my mothers face, and everyone stopping by to console her.
"Mrs. Paradi- I mean, Fowl, we offer our sympathies."
Like their sympathies will make any difference. Dead is dead, sympathies or not.
The woman screaming at his coffin. She said, "You stupid man. One day, your son would look across the cold, grey stretch of ocean and wonder how it could be more special than him." She's definitely not a genius. I think that she's my aunt. Uncle Beckett's wife. And of course the Tasman is more special than me. Humans are commonplace, but seas with such a biodiversity like the Tasman Ocean are getting rarer and rarer.
The thing I remembered most, however, was the heat haze. All over the place, there were shimmering columns.
It would have been normal, but on the day of the funeral, it was three degrees Celsius.
Way too cold for heat haze.
So that remained a mystery.
Along with why he sailed across the Tasman so often and why he moved us all to Melbourne in the first place.
He claims he has business there, but I know better. I've hacked into his files often enough to know that most of his -our- money comes from Europe. He flies there a lot, too, but nowhere as often as he goes to Tasmania.
It also doesn't explain why he and my mother fight so much. It must be a genius thing, but Hayley and I are genii too, and we almost never fight. Or at least, not those yelling, screaming, and door slamming fights.
It doesn't explain why my mother is twitchy when I say Hayley's name. Maybe it's this Holly that my father talks about sometimes.
It's not fair. Hayley and I are just friends.
"Sommy! Snap out of it!"
Aunt Juliet. She's a bit older than my parents, and she's almost like family. She's my only confident lately.
I gradually fight my way to reality after my plunge into the past. Then my ears registers the sound of breaking china.
"You have to go up and calm your mother before she kills someone."
I grumble and make my way up the stairs. Since my father's death, my mother has been a little bipolar, going in a mad rage at times, crying for days on end on others and most of the time, retreating to her happy fantasy world where my father was still alive and Holly didn't exist.
For the past week or so, she has been in a homicidal state, always breaking something. Just the other day, she pointed a kitchen knife at Aunt Juliet. Since then, we have kept her in the attic and in near constant anaesthetic.
I was the only who could subdue her, as I am Somnus, god of sleep. To my mother anyway, because I was the only who could get her stable enough to accept the medication.
Actually, I am Somnus Fowl-Paradizo, the son of the late Artemis Fowl the Second and the clinically insane Minerva Paradizo Fowl.
Ah, how history repeats itself. At one stage, my grandfather was also 'dead' and my grandmother was also crazy.
Funny. It was also at that time were my father got into the most trouble.
As much as I will receive.
PS: Do not kill me, A/H shippers. Don't get too happy either, A/M shippers. Read the rest first before you decide to- Aahhhhh! Where did you get that flamethrower? I swear the situation WILL change.
