Written in DNA

If you don't like continuations then stop reading right now! This is slightly AU because it's about my own characters, Artemis Fowl III and a new Butler. Artemis/Holly, they live in Haven together. Starts with one of Butler's relatives.

His life was unfulfilled, it was that simple. Something seemed missing, like there was something he was supposed to be doing. He had been a bodyguard for only 2 years at 20, he matched the record met by a previous Butler, his uncle, a long time ago, graduating at 18 from madam Ko's school. His uncle was the best, so was sent to guard a Fowl. That's it! He realized, I must guard a Fowl. But there are none left… well, Don, Artemis Fowl II's son, was a lady-killer, he could have impregnated a woman and not known it. He quickly left the bar he was sulking in and hurried to his home. He booted up his computer and searched for Don Fowl. He got a couple of things to sustain him for a few days and got down to work.

2 weeks later he stood outside a high school with a picture in his hands. It was of a young girl with jet black hair, pale skin and deep indigo eyes. (sound familiar?) Her hair was pulled up in a simple ponytail with her bangs hanging down the sides of her face. It took him forever to find her. She had been in foster care for 9 of her 10 years of life. Apparently her own mother tried to kill her because she had drove her mad, not hard to do considering that she was crack addict. A neighbor called child services and she had been in over 50 foster homes since. She had baffled every teacher, doctor and psychiatrist she had ever met and scored a 250 on an IQ test, this was no doubt the lost Fowl he had been searching for. He was nearly 7 feet tall in height and at least 75 percent of his body was pure muscle, even so, he could blend in very easily. He had spoken to a foster home placement officer and persuaded him to let her in his custody. "It's not like she's gonna have a happy home either way." Peculiar, he had thought at the time. He had slipped the officer 1,000 dollars and he let her in to his custody. He had practically bought her. The bell rang and almost instantly the place was flooded with kids. He spotted a speck of black among the brown, and it was running fast. He pushed his way forward and saw her more clearly. She was running from some large girls who looked less than chummy. He fought the current but then turned and ran to where they were most likely going. He hadn't missed them; they would be turning the corner in a few seconds. Sure enough, something small ran into him and fell down. No doubt the impact for her was like running into a brick wall, but for him, he barely felt it. She barely mumbled a sorry then turned to run again if he had not wrapped a mammoth hand around her arm. She looked at him, then back at the street where the bullies had stopped in their tracks. He let go and instead rested his hand on her shoulder and glared at the girls. They mumbled an excuse me and backed away then took off. He had that effect on people.

"Thank you, sir, but I have to get home." She said, always courteous. She turned to leave but he kept a firm grip on her shoulder. She turned to look at him with a fierce look that sent shivers down his spine. He studied her face then let her go. He couldn't just whisk her away to the Fowl manor that had been left to the last Fowl, which was her. DNA tests would confirm this, besides, it had been left for him to take care of, and so if he took her to live there no one would notice. But not yet, she had to get used to him. No doubt she would think he was kidnapping her or something. He watched her leave, something he would never let happen if he could help it. Her eyes were more intense in real life then they were in the photo. He let her get ahead a block then followed her. He knew that it was the most distasteful way to ensure her safety, but there was no other way. She was not a trusting person, a quality that had saved countless lives, and one he possessed himself. She hopped a fence and turned a corner.

"Hey mister." A young voice said. "That's a real nice suit you got there. How's about giving me your wallet to help loosen up your pockets?" a group of wise-guy punks were talking to him. He had been slouching to avoid being noticed, but he reared up to his full height now.

"How about you leave and I don't teach you guys to respect your elders and we all leave as happy and healthy as we came." They sized up the situation and then saw it best to leave the big scary man alone. After all, how important could a few dollars be? He turned back to follow her again but then he swore; he didn't know where she went, he let himself get distracted, Madam Ko would have punished him severely if she had known. He did a search pattern, but he couldn't find her again. He swore and went back home. At least he knew where to find her at 7:35 the next morning.

The next day he waited at the school entrance. Schools were a bodyguard's worst nightmare; countless people in no organized fashion with thousands of distractions. He spotted her reading on the steps in front of the administrating building. She looked up and saw him. She narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion. She couldn't possibly see where he was staring with his sunglasses but he averted his gaze never the less. The bell rang and she disappeared with the crowd. At 3:45 pm he was back at the entrance and this time the bullies left her alone. Guess they were still freaked about the other day. She went right past him but he caught her by the arm again.

"What are you? A kidnapper? A pervert?" she asked accusingly.

"A shield." He answered. " Have you ever wondered about your father?"

That question hit home.

"No, as far as I'm concerned he was just some dealer my mother banged for drugs." She snapped.

The words stung, they were as sharp as a double-edged sword.

"You come from a much more noble lineage."

"What, are you going to tell me, I'm your daughter? Well, that only works in the movies, Darth Vader."

"I'm here to confirm that Don Fowl is your father. If you are, then I am to be your bodyguard." She looked at him and was still suspicious, but this approach by kidnappers or molesters has never been attempted. She was still wary, he was more than twice her size; almost literally. He stood close to 7 feet tall and she was barely pushing 3'6". A man like him could over power her easily. He reached over and plucked a hair from her head. She winced, but barely. He put it in a plastic bag tucked it away safely in his jacket.

"If I am this Don Fowl's daughter, do you have to follow me around? I don't think my guardians are going to like this." He was about to say that he was her legal, permanent guardian, but he didn't want to say anything until the test came back.

"I'm not technically protecting you until you're a confirmed match, but I will escort you home." She looked at him warily still, but she took all the main streets and he didn't do anything or say anything dangerous. She told him to stay a block away from where she lived. And he watched her go inside. He stood there for a while until she came back and told him to go home. He did so, hesitantly. He was not supposed to leave his charge's side, but she gave him a direct order. He sighed and reluctantly went home.

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The next day he stood a block away from her house, like she ordered. He heard yelling and cursing. Artemis came out with her hands over her ears. She ran halfway to him before she realized he was there. She took her hands of her ears, embarrassed. He was about to say something but she turned to walk to school as if nothing had happened. He took the hint and left it alone. He stayed outside the school the whole day. Finally, when 3:45 rolled around she went strait to him.

"I saw you, you were here all day, aren't you hungry?" she asked meekly.

"I'm not supposed to leave you alone.'

"But what if I came with you to get something to eat? That would be alright." They went to a bistro and they ate. And he told her that the results were coming today. He escorted her home again. Before she left she told him that when the results came back to come and get her if she was a match and to never contact her again if she wasn't. She left without saying anything else. After he got to the lab he waited nervously, though anyone, even a profiler, wouldn't be able to tell. He was already fond of her and he would hate to have to leave her. His life was depending on these results. Finally they came and she was a match. He let out a sigh of relief, in his mind at least. He raced to his charge's soon to be ex-home to get her. As he was nearing his station a block away, he heard shouting coming from her house, then and anguished cry of pain. Artemis! His mind shut off for a minute. He remembered charging the door down to see a fat, bald man kicking his charge while she lay butted up against the wall, shouting at her. In seconds flat he was knocked unconscious. She was still lying on the floor shivering when he came up to her. She opened an eye and saw him. He kneeled down and reached out his hand. She hesitated only a second before grabbing his mammoth hand. He lifts her up, light as a feather, and checks her for any major injuries. All she suffered were a few scratches and a couple of bruises, but no broken bones. Although the bruises would hurt like hell for at least a month. She was shaking and trying tremendously hard not to cry.

"You…no one was supposed to see that." She said quietly. He put an arm around her shoulders and led her to her room. He took some clothes and out them into a bag.

"I-if I go with you…I'm in the system." She began to explain.

"No need to worry, I arranged to be your legal guardian, this is not unlawful."

He got bandages and put them on her various scratches, two on her face and one on her neck and a few on her arms. He carried her bag and she held his hang tightly as they walked to his car. Fowl manor was about a day's drive from here. She fell asleep in the passenger seat about 2 hours into the journey. When they got there she was fast asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he lifted her out of the car into his arms. She just sighed in her sleep and buried her head in his chest. He walks up to Artemis Fowl II's old bed and lays her down in the over sized covers. She's had a rough day, no, scratch that, a rough life. His bedroom was right next to hers. He went to it and collapsed on the bed. He despised abusive parents. They were just sick. Screwed up the kids and made their lives so hard. He sighed and thought, at least she's safe and sound, nothing will hurt her now. And he went to sleep.

Artemis Fowl the II was monitoring the Fowl manor security cameras. Everyone thought he had disappeared of the face of the earth. He actually disappeared under it. He grinned. Don was a useless son, he loved him, but he was, average. But her, she was something special. His magic had prevented his body from aging so he still looked 14. He steepled his fingers and grinned wider. This was going to be interesting.