A/N: Description: Artemis Fowl was born a girl, where to go from there? Well I know it starts on the Eternity Code so that I can do the pairing without it being totally disgusting, by the way; I'll ignore any flames I get over the pairing (allthough I'd like it if I got none at all, so pretty please no flames? :3) I'm also making Artemis two years older than she is supposed to be in the book, (again so I can do the pairing without it being totally disgusting) so she's fifteen in this book. Spoilers for anyone who hasn't read The Eternity Code!: Because this Fic is mostly going to focus on the pairing, I'm starting from the moment Butler gets shot. I'm also going to skip writing chapters without Artemis in them, and might just summarize some. Don't forget to tell me what you think in the reviews! I'm very interested to hear your thoughts! :D

CHAPTER ONE:

In his right hand Blunt held a silenced pistol.

"You first," he said "Then the ape."

Arno cocked the gun, took aim briefly and fired.

Butler came from nowhere, flinging himself in the bullet's path. The Teflon coated bullet drilled through his Kevlar vest and entered Butler's chest a centimetre below his heart. It was a fatal wound. The bullet sent Butler crashing into Artemis pinning her to the desert cart. Nothing of her was visible except one Armani black high-heel. Butler's breath was shallow and he couldn't see, but he wasn't dead yet. Arno Blunt drew a sharp breath and Butler fired six shots at the sound, one managed to clip the side of his head and knock him unconcsious.

Artemis struggled out from underneath her giant bodyguard, wiping cream, icing and God knows what else off her grey Gucci skirt. She wiped her black framed glasses on her relatively desert free blouse. Artemis was relieved to see Arno Blunt lying on the floor. "Good shooting, Butler. One more thing, I've decided to wear a bullet-proof vest to our future meetings. That should make your job somewhat easier, hey?" It was at that point that she saw the blood leaking through Butler's shirt. "Butler, you're injured." A large part of Artemis wanted to drape her arms around the bodyguared and cry. Which she half did; she knealt down beside him and pressed her hands over the wound, willing the blood to stop flowing.

"Artemis... is that you?" Butler's words came quietly and in short gasps.

"Yes, it's me. Don't talk, Butler. Lie still, the wound is not serious."

Butler spluttered, it was the closest thing he could get to a laugh, and blood dribbled from inside his mouth down his cheek. With all the strength he had left, Butler raised a hand "Goodbye... Artemis... my friend."

Artemis took his hand in her bloodstained ones. "Goodbye Butler." She sobbed, the tears flowing now.

"Artemis... call me Domovoi." Butler knew that he wasn't supposed to tell his principle his first name. Unless it was to late to matter.

"Goodbye, Domovoi." The hand dropped. Butler was dead. Artemis picked it up again. "No!" She screamed, holding his hand to her forehead "Butler! I love you, please... don't do this to me!"

She caught herself, and stopped. She took a shaky breath and composed herself. Now was the time to think. Time was the enemy here. She couldn't stop it, but she halt Butler's passage through it. Artemis dragged Butler and put him on the desert trolley. She wheeled him into the kitchen and started throwing all the fish and frozen foodstuffs out of the fridge. She placed him in it, and packed as much ice as she could around him.

"Hold on, Domovoi." She whispered. "I'll be back for you."