I thought Artemis has brothers ,so why not a sister? So I decided to write this AU fic.
Artemis Fowl does not belong to me.
Six year old Violet Fowl was sitting on the floor, a rather un-Fowl like stance, flipping through the photo album.
The girl was home from St. Chillian's School for Young Ladies, and enjoying her vacation very much. A boarding school was not that much fun and it was a rather gut-wrenching change for a young child.
She continued flipping through, finding the picture of herself after her birth. She smiled happily at the picture…
Violet Fowl was born on a windy May night. The birth was a little painful but nothing to horrible Angeline thought as she held her new daughter.
She held the small girl's hand and smiled. Someone to dress up, and play with her hair. A girl to take shopping.
Angeline has asked her husband, for Violet to have a bodyguard like Artemis. He had simply laughed, as much as . could that is ,and said "Violet won't need one ,after all she is a girl, Artemis is the one who will be following in my footsteps, right Artemis?" he ruffled the three year olds hair, who looked rather confused.
Angeline turned to her son "This is your sister" she said.
Artemis walked forwardly and looked at his sister "She's red" he observed.
Angeline laughed, "Oh I know darling, but that'll wear off"
"Oh, well good, " he paused "What's her name Mum?"
Angeline smiled, not knowing that by the time he was five he would be calling her Mother instead.
"Violet dear, Violet Fowl"
"That's lovely," said Artemis solemnly. "She'll be a wonderful sister I'm sure"
Angeline smiled, though in worried her that her three year old was speaking so…formally she supposed was the word.
She brushed it off and continued to gaze at her new daughter.
Violet continued to flip silently through the pictures, knowing that soon Father would be calling here to talk about her grades. Violet was not sure if she had done good or not but she hoped so. She really did, she thought, thinking of Father's imposing eyebrows.
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Violet ran after her brother her eyes narrowing. She ran past the mahogany walls and the graceful chandeliers until she cornered him in his study.
"Artemis give it the C-Cube to me!" she said desperately.
"No" her thirteen year old brother said calmly.
"Artemis, that thing's dangerous"
"Violet "
"It is!" she said making a grab for it. Artemis shot his arm in the air. Violet sighed and jumped up, but to avail. It was only an inch out of her reach she thought. How maddening.
Artemis looked at her, in that way that seemed to be looking in her very soul.
"Really Violet, must you worry so?"
"Artemis" she took in a breath "Its John Spiro you're dealing with…that is dangerous"
"Two business men, discussing my " he waved his hand to the cube "Cube, what could go wrong?"
Violet would not know for a long time, as she was shipped back to boarding school the next day.
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Violet could feel her tears coming. Oh dear god he was gone. Gone. But Artemis Fowl always came back. He would. She couldn't lose faith. She would not.
As she walked out of the living room and down the hallway, she could hear the sobbing of her Mother in her Father and heir's sitting room.
"Timmy…he's gone…kidnapped"
"There, there Angeline it will be fine" Mr. Fowl spoke with the calmness and evenness of a reassuring lawyer, rather than a distraught Father.
He is changed now, Violet thought as she leaned against the door. However, he is still…the same.
"When the time comes Artemis will you take your chance to be a hero?"
Violet heard her Father's voice ring though the wall that she was leaning against in the hospital chair.
There was no sound from Artemis. However, inside Violet was seething. First Father wants him to be a crime lord, now a hero! Can't he just be Arty?
In current time, Violet straightened and pushed opened the door. "Mum" she said rushing into her Mum's arms. And the two ladies held each other and cried. Cried for a son and brother.
When Violet was told by her parents that she was going to have a new sibling, she felt a mixture of feelings. Anger was one. Anger at her parents for having another child so soon after Artemis's disappearance, that they were replacing him. But she felt excitement too and soon the anger evaporated.
When her twin brothers were born, they enchanted Violet. Beckett was tiny and blonde, with brown eyes, inherited from her Mother. Violet had also gotten her Mother's eyes as well as her long brown hair. He gave a bubble when Violet peered over cradle to see him.
When she saw Myles, she gasped. Her baby brother looked so much like Artemis. The same hair. The same pale skin. He was the splitting image. And Violet looked away and left the room, the memory's threating to make her tears explode.
When they got the call from the ever-vigilant Butler Violet could hardly believe it. She was afraid that if she did believe it, it would be false. And Arty would still be gone.
However, when he came up the gravel path, dirty and tired looking but …Artemis she knew it was him, and burst out of the doorway and hugged her brother, disregarding his claim that hugs' were foolish expressions of feelings.
She noticed he did not seem to have aged, but for some reason forgot about this fact at dinner when he asked everyone to look at him. She forgot.
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She begin to notice him twitching and rearranging things. Artemis had always liked things to be orderly but this was different. He seemed distant and jumpy as well.
Violet tried to talk to him a few times but he brushed her off and would go into his study. Once he did not close his study door, all the way and Violet looked through the crack can saw him sink into his chair, and put his head in his hands, in a defeated manner. He reached out to his desk, taking a gold medallion of the desk and begin rubbing it slowly. After a minute, he sat up a bit straighter and turned to his computer, muttering something about "A Project".
Violet Fowl often wondered what secrets her brother had. She did not know that it wouldn't be long until she found out…
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