A note to say

Eion Colfer owns the intellectual rights to Artemis Fowl and his entourage.

This story will contain spelling and grammar errors, I will always try to minimize this, I spell check and proofread, but unfortunately I am but human. If I get five or more corrections on a chapter I'll take it down and repost.

As I believe it to be an integral part of speech I will use swearing if it fits the character and situation. If swearing offends you or something please don't read.

THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR LC AND TP the latter I stopped reading for long enough to finish this prologue but will read before I post chapter one.

Artemis' younger brothers are Myles and Beckett, I started this fic before I read that, my initial plan was to call them Enoah and Arion, it's probably just as well I'm not, I doubt I could spell either name consistently.

For the prologue Artemis is nearly fifteen and the twins are just about two.

Thanks for reading.

Artemis Fowl: Family

It was more than two and a half hours since the phone call.

Angeline Fowl was beyond nervous and beyond ecstatic, each passing minute carried her lost son closer to her, she and her husband sat in the lounge and pretended to read whilst counting the seconds, you could almost feel the anticipation building.

Beckett giggled and whirled a toy car around above his head, the clock in the hall struck the hour.

Artemis had said nothing about where he'd been or what had happened, only that Butler was bringing him home, and they'd be at the manor in a few hours if that was all right. He had sounded tired, but claimed to be fine, she'd thought of all the possible reasons for Artemis' departure and felt she was prepared for all of them, drugs, crime, a girl, a baby, a boy, fame and fortune, money, jealousy at the return of his father and the transfer of some of her attention away from him. Artemis Fowl Senior had a somewhat shorter list of possible reasons: money, crime or powerful enemies, neither parent had remarked to the other on their theories which was probably as well, one's own worries are bad enough without adding someone else's.

It had been nearly three hours since the phone call.

Of course, over the past three years, especially in the early days, they had talked, police questioning, their own fears and the situation as the press projected it, the situation had of course made national news but all requests for information were met with no concrete facts.

Artemis Fowl Senior gently, silently wrapped his hand around his wife's trembling fingers, their eyes met, both were smiling nervously, the twins seemed blissfully unaware of their parents' turmoil. Beckett held up a car to his mother, grinning, Angeline managed only a weak reflection of her son's expression.

It had been over three hours since the phone call.

The police would want to speak with Artemis; when missing... when presumed dead people turned up alive, the authorities wanted to know where they'd been, but the case was no longer high-priority Mr and Mrs Fowl wanted to know where Artemis had been, they wanted him to be theirs for a while before the police were informed. Artemis was theirs, after three years, and a fairy tale they had a right to know.

A car pulled up on the driveway.

Without speaking both parents hurried towards the front door. Angeline's usual grace abandoned in a desperate run, her husband was not far behind. The front door was slammed open by one of them, neither knew who. The boy stood there, shocked by the sudden motion until, in a synchronized motion his parents drew him into their arms.

He was finally home.

And I can finally go finish Time Paradox.