Hello all! This is a AU about The Arctic Incident, but if Holly and Fowl swapped places. Please read Shadow Elf on my favorite stories and also read The Arctic Incident as it will loosely follow the plot. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Shadow Elf was the idea of I.F.T.S. and Artemis Fowl is owned by Eoin Colfer (darn).
Request: If anyone can draw cover art or beta read this story I would be glad.

Guest: Thanks for your opinion, I revised this chapter.

2 Years Ago: Murmansk, Russia

The Russians huddled behind a small car. These men were strict Mafiya officers and were used to spending their time in luxurious cars and manors. "Why are we here?" the largest one in the group asked?
"It's your fault," said the other one, "you could have shot the rocket at the engine, but no you had to hit the cargo bay."
"But she sunk, didn't she?" Vasskin wondered.
Kamar shrugged, "There could've been survivors, she sunk slowly"
Vasskin was about to reach for his drink when he heard clicks on the radioClick. Click. Click. "Three clicks on the radio, they found someone," Vasskin, the largest one yelped as he ran toward the rendezvous point. The other one, Kamar trailed behind, "Who is he?" Vasskin didn't answer, he was too busy trying to look through the wallet, "It's Amores Short"
"Should I care who Amores Short is?" Kamar asked busy trying to put him in his database.
"Yes, you should, he is the father of Holly Short, and the owner of an enormous criminal empire. I'm calling Britva."

Present Day: St. Wong's School for Young Ladies, County Wicklow, Ireland

Holly Short was sitting in the Dr. Po's office,or more accurately, the counselor's, per her mother's request. Not that it was a request, it was more of like call the school and let them figure it out. When did people learn that her mine could not be deciphered. She had written more psychology articles than the counselor had read.
"Now Holly, let's talk, shall we?"
The doctor heard nothing, "Holly, are you in dreamland?"
A cynical smile spread across Holly's lips, "No, I am not in dreamland. It does not exist. Dreams are simply a side effect of the body's daily defragmentation and disk cleanup process, to speak in computer terms.

Dr. Po typed furiously, "Very clever, just like your bio says. Every time I read it, I gain a lot of insight."
"Such as?" Holly asked, straightening her hair.
"Such as the fact that your father is not a capable role-model and that there is a pretty significant problem?"
"My father was no criminal, in two years the Shorts would've been legitimate," Holly told the doctor.
"You're avoiding the other question," Dr. Po commented dryly.
"And what is this so-called significant problem? Multiple personality perharps, or pathological liar, or maybe I'm insane?"
"No, that's not it. The problem is that you don't trust and respect anyone enough to be your equal. Anyone alive that is," the doctor said as he typed on his tablet.
Holly was thrown, this doctor was smart, very smart.

"Let's play a game, doctor. How do you know that? And how do you know that I'm not suffering from, say depression?"
The doctor thought for a whole minute before giving up, "I don't know, but I'll ask you, do you respect anyone enough to be your equal?"
Holly was saved from answering by her phone. Her secure phone to whom only one person had the number.
"Butler? I'm in the middle of something here," Holly said as she flipped open the case.
"I know, but we have a message concerning the Short Republic"
A jolt raced down Holly's spine, "Good I'm coming, be at the gates."
The doctor's threats died when he saw Holly running to the gates.

I know it's short, but review and I will try my best to add longer chapters.

Question-What computer should Holly (remember they switched places) use?

A) A PowerBook (The original)

B) A MacBook Pro (New version)

C) Another computer (It has to be a laptop, please post in reviews.)