Official disclaimer. I don't own Artemis Fowl stuff. That's all you're getting. xD

~Present, Unknown Location~

Artemis struggled getting up, shell shock getting to him and disrupting even the most basic of bodily functions. He managed to push himself to all fours, proceeding then to push himself onto his feet- with deathly shaking arms, mind you- and wobbled a bit as he straightened himself up. His vision faded in and out a bit, but he sure couldn't miss the fiery inferno before him that was once a large, tall-standing building. Suddenly, a figure broke through the crowd gathering before the brilliant spectacle, and walked calmly, but swiftly towards him. The glare of the flames prevented him from discovering the identity of this person until it got within a few inches of him- it was Holly Short. She had a cloak covering her small, athletic frame, with a hood draped over her head. She grasped his arm then, and continued walking, pulling him along with her. She used her free hand to hand him a similar cloak, made of a tough, gritty fabric. He looked over at her lips, and noticed her lips moving to form words, but he couldn't comprehend her due to the damage to his ears dealt by the explosion. He quickly wrapped the cloak around himself, and pulled the hood up over his own head before continuing to study her lips, trying to read them. "Go…. Need to run… Quickly." Then, Artemis's vision blurred once more, and he missed the next bit. That was all he needed, though, so he took off in a random direction. Holly released his arm, and stopped walking, large white trucks pulling up to the scene behind her. She heaved a huge sigh that was inaudible due to the crackling of the fire behind her before turning and dashing back to the scene…

~ Two weeks prior to 'The Incident', LEP holding cells~

The young man bolted upright, drenched in perspiration. He was within a holding cell, painted a brilliant white color (Probably so the offenders who were stuffed in here got such humongous headaches and spilled their guts simply to leave the dreaded room). He didn't need the hue's assistance, though; he already had the migraine of a lifetime right upon awakening. He shifted his body's weight, only to fall off of the much-too-small cot sticking out of the wall. He hit the floor with a 'THUD' before groaning. He pushed himself up off of the cold, marble floor only to find that all of the muscles in his body ached as if they had spontaneously combusted. He noticed that, encased in one of the walls, was a large piece of glass that looked as if it were a silvery mirror. What he saw shocked him… He walked right up to the mirror, and began to gentle caress his own face. It… Didn't look familiar to him. He ran his fingers over the soft, chestnut colored skin before sending them through his thick, auburn hair only to find the pointed ears hidden within it. The hair was about shoulder length, and appeared to be determined to stick out in every which way possible just to make things difficult, while still managing to hide the obnoxious ears. He stared deeply into his chocolate brown eyes, and only found more confusion then. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the hydraulic 'WHOOSH' of a sliding door that opened. The door must have been made to look like the rest of the wall because when the youth turned around to look at it, he distinctly remembered it NOT being there a moment ago.

In through the new portal walked an elf a few centimeters shorter than the boy- which must have been a bit insulting considering the man entering seemed reasonably older that him.

"Okay… So, you went up to the surface, without a visa, and what? Got high on some methamphetamines, cocaine, or marijuana?" the man said, checking his clipboard.

"No," the youth replied simply, giving the man a once over. He seemed to be wearing a jumpsuit of some sort, with a grouping of acorns attached to the breast. On the opposite side of the acorns rested a badge that read,' Corporal Grouper- LEPrecon'

"No..? Well… Then mind explaining how we found you, completely nude, knock out on the surface? And on top of that, you seemed to be having a nice little show in our one-way mirror over there as well," The man said, accusingly, looking up from his clipboard.

"I… don't know," the young man replied stupidly, yet… With complete honesty.

"Oh! You don't know is that it? Well… Just tell me your name, and we'll get you some tests to find out," Corporal Grouper practically spat.

"I… I don't know my name," the youth said, looking down at his hands….

"Oh, you don't? Well then…" Corporal Grouper said, setting down his clipboard. Within a second , the young boy had a Neutrino pointed directly at his head," Why don't you think about it a moment?"

The young man stuttered for a moment, beginning to sweat, and then repeated," I- I don't know it!"

Corporal Grouper then crossed the room, and pressed the weapon to the boy's temple, yelling," JUST TELL ME YOUR NAME!"

The youth began to tear up a bit, but became angered at the same time. He yelled in return," I DON'T KNOW IT! I WOULD TELL YOU IF I COULD, BUT I DON'T KNOW IT! I JUST DON'T KNOW MY BLOODY NAME!"

The look on the boy's face told Grouper that he was telling the truth, so he slowly pulled the gun back from his head, and backed away. He shoved it back into his holster, and then grabbed his clipboard before departing from the room... The boy breathed deeply once he left, trying to calm himself down. The realization that he didn't know who he was, though, upset him even more than a cop threatening him. Soon, the door slid open again, and the petite, athletic figure of a woman walked into the room. She walked with power, but spoke with a soft, soprano voice that seemed… Soothing.

"I'm so sorry for the way Corporal Grouper behaved; he has had a problem with anger ever since he joined the force. I'm Major Short, and I wish I could find out who you are, but if even you don't know I guess that's not happening… Can you remember anything?" she asked, with a friendly looking smile on.

"No."