Okay so this is my first story idea. I had it since the end of TLG, but I never wrote it until yesterday. I always wanted to read a scene where Artemis visited his grave, and that it was significant, but I never found a fic that even mentioned it. In frustration, I did it myself. So here goes:
"Holly?"
Holly turned around to see Artemis staring out the window, a pensive look on his face. He still wasn't himself after two weeks of coming back from the grave. He had listened to every tale she had to tell, but it still hadn't seemed to bring back full recollection. He pretended for her sake, but she knew he couldn't remember. Holly had found it hard to hide her disappointment, but irregardless, she was content to have him back.
"Yes Artemis?" she replied.
"…Am I buried somewhere?"
Holly stopped fixing the tea, and faced him in confusion. She couldn't tell where this was leading.
"…Yes, Artemis."
Artemis turned and looked her in the eye. There seemed to be an earnest determination in his.
"I would like to see it."
The sky was a burning red when Holly took him up to the high meadow, where he had been so many times; the only time he enjoyed being outdoors. It was a contrast to the cold marble slab marking where lay the body of Artemis Fowl, beloved son, loving brother, devoted friend. There were no words, Holly didn't press him for any. For the longest time he just stood there, looking down at his name on the stone.
Holly put her hand on his arm, trying to comfort him, but also herself a little. She remembered the ceremony, she had watched from a distance. She knew that it was just a vessel in a box, but the thought even now brought a stabbing pain.
Artemis knelt down in front of the grave, an unsure expression on his face.
"Artemis?"
Then carefully, hesitantly, he placed his hands on the earth above. All at once, a jolt went through him. It shot up through his fingers, up his arm and into his skull. A rush of memories surged from the dead body below into him, and he could see, oh, so many memories he'd forgotten. They flickered across his eyes in a myriad of sounds, pictures and smells.
Opal's vicious laughter, Butler's chest covered in ice and blood, his mother screaming, his father in the icy Russian waters, a lemur, Foaly making a snarky remark, carrot in hand, Julius Root's red face wafting in cigar smoke, lots and lots of crickets, Mulch on a troll, a green flash of light and nothing. Nothing but a pair of eyes, one blue, one hazel.
"Artemis!"
The voice in his ear sent him crashing back to earth. He looked to his right and saw the same eyes looking at him, concern behind them. He laughed, and Holly saw the recognition in his eyes. Before it was just head knowledge; an accumulation of all the stories Holly had told, but now it was heart knowledge. It was like he was seeing Holly for the first time.
He took her hand gently, and turned to face her, a genuine smile on his face.
"Hello Holly."