Disclaimer: I own NO ONE from the Artemis Fowl series blah blah blah… you know the drill.

Key:

Words in italics: not the dream, Artemis is narrating

Words in regular font: the dream, Third person narration

'Words': thinking

"Words": Speaking

Bold: Author's Note

Sorry Shannon! I promise you'll like the end.

Chapter I: Dinner Date

I stayed up late that night hacking into NASA computers. It was just for fun, not for any illegal venture. Nothing I found was interesting; I had thought up and perfected their 'new' project when I was ten years old. I was still in my suit so I changed into appropriate sleeping gear and ran my nightly routine before bed. I yawned once and fell asleep almost instantly.

Minerva and Artemis were having dinner in an expensive restaurant in Paris. They weren't talking, just eating (Butler was at a table not far away). Artemis was wearing his customary Armani suit; black, naturally. Minerva was wearing a light blue dress that went down to the middle of her shin and had ¾ sleeves. It was casual, dressy and formal in that "I'm all business," way all at the same time. Her blonde, tight curls were pulled off her face with a dark blue headband.

'She looks quite pretty tonight,'(1) thought Artemis. 'Of course, she always looks nice.'(2)

All throughout the limo ride back to Minerva's home, nobody talked. There had been silence the whole date, if you could even call it that.

When they got to her house (biggest understatement in this story!!!) Artemis walked Minerva halfway up the path leading to the front door.

"Thank you. I had a nice time," she said formally.

"You are quite welcome, of course," replied Artemis with every bit of formality as the girl. She turned around and started to walk the rest of the way to the door.

Suddenly, she turned around and winked seductively at Artemis! Artemis was very surprised, but then he saw that the girl that had winked at him wasn't Minerva at all!

This girl had on a skimpy (but not so skimpy it made that it made her look like a prostitute) black dress and had her hair in short side ponytail. She was a bit on the short side, but she had every bit of elegance that a tall girl had. This girl was both extremely pretty and extremely sexy in an extremely dangerous way.

This girl was Holly Short.

I woke up right then and there. 'What is Holly doing in my dreams?' I thought, surprised. I closed my eyes and tried to get the sexy picture of Holly out of my mind, but I couldn't! She was just there, plain as day, winking at me. I tried to tell myself that Holly was no where near as tall as she had been in my dream and that there was no force in the UNIVERSE that could convince her to wear a dress, and then I thought, 'How do you know? You actually don't know much about her personal life.' God, I hate puberty.

Well, there you have it! Sorry it was short, but I gotta do my homework! D This isn't a one shot, so another chapter is coming. I know I should be updating my other stories but I had this idea this morning and I didn't want to forget it. Pleez Reevu!

1: I absolutely HATED writing that!

2: That too!