Family Tree
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl.
A/N: I needed to do something so I started a new story. This is it...
Chapter one, Shredded Courage
Holly's Apartment, Haven City, the Lower Elements.
Holly lay in bed, trying to pluck up the courage to get out of it. She huddled in the duvet, worries floating around her mind, filling it with doubt. Suppose he didn't believe her, or he didn't like the idea? This is stupid, a little voice in the back of her head told her. You're worrying over nothing, anyway it's too late now. Just tell him. After listening to the voice for a bit, Holly decided she couldn't lay around in bed all day. She had to do something or she would go insane. She had to tell him.
Trouble's Apartment, Haven City
Trouble was just finishing his lunch, which was a take away deep fried pit slug, when the phone rang. He hesitated, thinking it might be Grub, calling to complain about the price of telephone bills or something pointless, but he answered it anyway.
"Hello?" He asked, into the receiver,
"Hey Trouble, it's me, Holly."
Trouble frowned, he was sure he detected a tremor in her, usually confident voice.
"Holls, are you OK?" He asked, concerned.
"Well, yeah. No, I don't know. Look, I can't tell you over the phone, can we meet up?"
"Yeah of course. When? Where?"
"Err, now, at Tara Shuttle port. I need to get some fresh, above ground air."
"Of course. Shall I meet you there in ten minutes?" Trouble looked at his moonometer, "At twelve forty?"
"Yes."
Trouble was about to say something when Holly hung up. He looked puzzled. What was wrong? It was unusual for Holly to be so quiet. She was usually chatty and outgoing. It must be something important to bother her this much. He'd have to find out.
Tara Shuttle Port, Haven City
Holly was standing outside the entrance of the shuttle port, scanning the crowds for Trouble. He wasn't late or anything, in fact she was five minutes early. That was a first! What would commander Root say if he could see her now? He'd probably get Foaly to contact the world record books. She slumped against a sign marked, 'Return tickets to Tara, half price', she was glad to be out of her apartment, the jostling crowds were comforting. She felt safe from the real world. Holly checked her moonometer for the umpteenth time. If Trouble didn't get here soon, they would miss the one o'clock shuttle. She grinned when she spotted his face among the sea of impatient fairies pushing their way to the shuttle port entrance. Frond, he was gorgeous. She was so lucky to have Trouble. They had been though some tough times, but he still stuck by her.
When Trouble reached Holly he gave her a kiss on the cheek. Holly shivered, a glowing sensation warming her insides.
"Hey babe, what's up? You sounded anxious on the phone?"
Holly shrugged, her face, she hoped, was blank. "It was nothing."
Trouble snaked his arm around Holly's waist and the couple sauntered into the Shuttle port lobby. It was a big space. It needed to be, with the hundreds of fairies that poured through the doors every day; they'd get crushed if it wasn't.
While they stood in line waiting for their visas, Holly remembered all the good times she and Trouble had shared. They'd been together for two years now. It only seemed like yesterday when they were on their first date. Holly shuddered, time passed so quickly. You had to enjoy life while you had the chance.
They collected their visas and boarded the shuttle. It was crowded, being peak season. Holly was seated next to an old man smoking a fungus cigar. He reminded her of commander Root. She shivered again, what would Root say when he found out? He had taken ages to adjust to the fact that they were seeing each other out of work; this shock would probably put him in hospital.
Trouble frowned again. If he kept this up he'd get wrinkles, and he didn't fancy looking like the commander just yet. Give it a few more decades. Although Holly had assured him she was fine, he was sure something was up. It was just like Holly to bottle everything up inside. He'd get to the bottom of it when they reached Tara.
The shuttle glided to a halt on the landing strip about half an hour later. The passengers rushed to disembark, pushing and shoving through the pneumatic doors. Trouble stood on the platform waiting for Holly. When she caught up with him, they flashed their visas at security and rented two pairs of hummingbirds. They could've got cheaper, but when you can afford good quality products, you might as well have them.
"Where do you want to go?" asked Trouble, when they stood out in the fresh air. Strictly speaking it wasn't fresh, but it was fresher than the tunnel variety. The shadow of Tara, the great oak, was cast upon them, making them shiver.
"Somewhere quiet" Holly replied, "I need to clear my head." That's not half of it, she thought.
Before Trouble could question this, she opened the throttle on her wings and kicked off from the ground. Trouble had to act quickly to catch her up. There was no time to ask questions.
They soared over the Irish countryside, shielded from human eyes. Holly gave a small sigh, she loved flying, it always made her feel relaxed, even on days like today. Trouble followed, close behind. Not too close mind, he didn't fancy getting his face kicked in if Holly slowed down. She eventually came to a halt in a clearing. It was surrounded by a ring of leafy oak trees, and completely hidden from view. She took off her wings, hooking them over a low branch. Trouble followed suit. The pair sat down on the tufted grass, leaning their backs against the thick, warped, trunk.
Trouble opened his mouth to speak; he had to proceed carefully. Holly could be really touchy about things that bothered her. "Holly, are you sure you're OK? You seem, out of it?"
Holly groaned, she thought she'd been covering it well, obviously not. "Well actually Trouble, there is something."
Trouble looked expectant. He was surprised. She never confided in him without a lot of persuasion.
Holly gulped, this was it. "I'm pregnant."
A/N: Well, what did you think of that? Let me know.
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl.
A/N: I needed to do something so I started a new story. This is it...
Chapter one, Shredded Courage
Holly's Apartment, Haven City, the Lower Elements.
Holly lay in bed, trying to pluck up the courage to get out of it. She huddled in the duvet, worries floating around her mind, filling it with doubt. Suppose he didn't believe her, or he didn't like the idea? This is stupid, a little voice in the back of her head told her. You're worrying over nothing, anyway it's too late now. Just tell him. After listening to the voice for a bit, Holly decided she couldn't lay around in bed all day. She had to do something or she would go insane. She had to tell him.
Trouble's Apartment, Haven City
Trouble was just finishing his lunch, which was a take away deep fried pit slug, when the phone rang. He hesitated, thinking it might be Grub, calling to complain about the price of telephone bills or something pointless, but he answered it anyway.
"Hello?" He asked, into the receiver,
"Hey Trouble, it's me, Holly."
Trouble frowned, he was sure he detected a tremor in her, usually confident voice.
"Holls, are you OK?" He asked, concerned.
"Well, yeah. No, I don't know. Look, I can't tell you over the phone, can we meet up?"
"Yeah of course. When? Where?"
"Err, now, at Tara Shuttle port. I need to get some fresh, above ground air."
"Of course. Shall I meet you there in ten minutes?" Trouble looked at his moonometer, "At twelve forty?"
"Yes."
Trouble was about to say something when Holly hung up. He looked puzzled. What was wrong? It was unusual for Holly to be so quiet. She was usually chatty and outgoing. It must be something important to bother her this much. He'd have to find out.
Tara Shuttle Port, Haven City
Holly was standing outside the entrance of the shuttle port, scanning the crowds for Trouble. He wasn't late or anything, in fact she was five minutes early. That was a first! What would commander Root say if he could see her now? He'd probably get Foaly to contact the world record books. She slumped against a sign marked, 'Return tickets to Tara, half price', she was glad to be out of her apartment, the jostling crowds were comforting. She felt safe from the real world. Holly checked her moonometer for the umpteenth time. If Trouble didn't get here soon, they would miss the one o'clock shuttle. She grinned when she spotted his face among the sea of impatient fairies pushing their way to the shuttle port entrance. Frond, he was gorgeous. She was so lucky to have Trouble. They had been though some tough times, but he still stuck by her.
When Trouble reached Holly he gave her a kiss on the cheek. Holly shivered, a glowing sensation warming her insides.
"Hey babe, what's up? You sounded anxious on the phone?"
Holly shrugged, her face, she hoped, was blank. "It was nothing."
Trouble snaked his arm around Holly's waist and the couple sauntered into the Shuttle port lobby. It was a big space. It needed to be, with the hundreds of fairies that poured through the doors every day; they'd get crushed if it wasn't.
While they stood in line waiting for their visas, Holly remembered all the good times she and Trouble had shared. They'd been together for two years now. It only seemed like yesterday when they were on their first date. Holly shuddered, time passed so quickly. You had to enjoy life while you had the chance.
They collected their visas and boarded the shuttle. It was crowded, being peak season. Holly was seated next to an old man smoking a fungus cigar. He reminded her of commander Root. She shivered again, what would Root say when he found out? He had taken ages to adjust to the fact that they were seeing each other out of work; this shock would probably put him in hospital.
Trouble frowned again. If he kept this up he'd get wrinkles, and he didn't fancy looking like the commander just yet. Give it a few more decades. Although Holly had assured him she was fine, he was sure something was up. It was just like Holly to bottle everything up inside. He'd get to the bottom of it when they reached Tara.
The shuttle glided to a halt on the landing strip about half an hour later. The passengers rushed to disembark, pushing and shoving through the pneumatic doors. Trouble stood on the platform waiting for Holly. When she caught up with him, they flashed their visas at security and rented two pairs of hummingbirds. They could've got cheaper, but when you can afford good quality products, you might as well have them.
"Where do you want to go?" asked Trouble, when they stood out in the fresh air. Strictly speaking it wasn't fresh, but it was fresher than the tunnel variety. The shadow of Tara, the great oak, was cast upon them, making them shiver.
"Somewhere quiet" Holly replied, "I need to clear my head." That's not half of it, she thought.
Before Trouble could question this, she opened the throttle on her wings and kicked off from the ground. Trouble had to act quickly to catch her up. There was no time to ask questions.
They soared over the Irish countryside, shielded from human eyes. Holly gave a small sigh, she loved flying, it always made her feel relaxed, even on days like today. Trouble followed, close behind. Not too close mind, he didn't fancy getting his face kicked in if Holly slowed down. She eventually came to a halt in a clearing. It was surrounded by a ring of leafy oak trees, and completely hidden from view. She took off her wings, hooking them over a low branch. Trouble followed suit. The pair sat down on the tufted grass, leaning their backs against the thick, warped, trunk.
Trouble opened his mouth to speak; he had to proceed carefully. Holly could be really touchy about things that bothered her. "Holly, are you sure you're OK? You seem, out of it?"
Holly groaned, she thought she'd been covering it well, obviously not. "Well actually Trouble, there is something."
Trouble looked expectant. He was surprised. She never confided in him without a lot of persuasion.
Holly gulped, this was it. "I'm pregnant."
A/N: Well, what did you think of that? Let me know.