A/N Hey guys~ So this will be a OC X Artemis Fowl fic, because I just feel like there is not enough Artemis Fowl fanfictions out there. Besides, the movies will come along, and I am TERRIFIED. Anyways, I do not own Artemis Fowl (obviously). I'm sorry if this doesn't seem like an Artemis Fowl story yet, Holly and the others will be introduced after a few chapters, so please be patient with me. Thanks!

Third Person POV

The bell rang, marking the beginning of school. Students poured in and pushing and knocking each other over like dominoes. Iris walked into school, back hunched over. She walked down the halls to her locker, where she unloaded the mounds of books in her bag, full with knowledge, facts, homeworks, and the occasional fiction novels. Children were laughing and gossiping happily to each other in the halls, mostly about a certain new student.

Iris rolled her eyes. Even three days after first day from mid term break, there was still gossip spreading around the school about the strange new boy that had arrived to the school mid term. There were hushed voices everywhere, and everything said about the boy was believed- how he had arrived from St. Bartleby's school, how he was almost like a vampire, and how he was just as psychotic as his missing father. Iris Venduala had not been affected by the children's claims, as she had found that it was much better to keep her nose in a book rather than in somebody else's business. Besides, new students came all the time. But soon, Iris had found that it was useless trying to pry her eyes away from him, and apparently, this boy was rather speicial.

The first time she saw him was a ordinary school day, with students bustling in and out the corridors, walls covered with tall, looming lockers, with the classic trope of a jock stuffing a boy with braces into his locker while other kids came by to laugh at the nerd. The doors had slammed open, and suddenly, everyone had hushed down. The new boy walked through the hallway, while everyone walked out the way. It was almost like he wasn't a child at all. The boy wore a suit, with ink black hair and blue eyes that almost seemed like it could pierce through your skin. The students naturally swayed away from him. He walked up to the locker next to Iris', and swung it open. Sensing the silence, he asked the crowds of students without looking at them, "Is there anything I should accomodate you to?" The voice rang through the hallways. No reply. The new kid scoffed, stuffing his books in the locker and walking away.

Artemis Fowl (the boy's full nanme) was extremely unique and different from the other students. For one, he was popular, but not in the way where everyone was dying to talk to him, and the one all the girls were swooning over, only popular through gossip-no one ever dared even talk to him. He was intelligent, but not nerdy. He was snarky, quick witted, arrogant, mean and stubborn. He never quite fit in, really. Everyone had heard of the mounds of gold he found and earned. Some thought he was snobby, some thought he was lucky, but all Iris felt for Artemis apart from annoyance, was pity. She knew how it felt to grow up without a father, but worse for Artemis, his mother was highly irresponsible. It probably wasn't Angeline Fowl's fault, but Iris couldn't help but feel like it was. She could've at least been a bit more responsible and keep it together, for her son. Artemis would have to put parental matters and educational matters all at once onto his shoulders, and if it were Iris, she weren't sure if she would be able to handle it.

But soon enough, Iris would have a hard time feeling pity for him. She had an entire day ahead of her full of boring lectures and long homework assignments. Venduala checked her time tables: Math, English, Chemistry, Gym. All of which she was in the same class as Fowl. Great. Iris flung her bag onto her back and walked towards her next lesson.

"Everybody take a seat. A few days ago, I let you all choose your seats, but for today, seats will now be arranged. You will be sitting next to them for the rest of the year, so I hope you will grow to like them, or at least, tolerate their existence." A collection of groans. Miss Rolex was the strictest teacher ever, and all the students knew that they weren't going to be sitting next to a person of the same gender. "Dean, you sit next to Tammy. Amy, next to John..." Iris was not paying attention to the blabberings of Miss Rolex, and was instead trying to finish up a doodle in her sketchbook. She had almost perfected the eyes. Her 2B pencil skid across rough papers- "Artemis next to Iris." She almost dropped her pencil as soon as she heard. This was not happening. "Iris, if you could please sit down instead of staring at me with your mouth opened like a goldfish, that would be a better use of my time." The class giggled and laughed as Iris' face glowed a strange wine colour, as she plopped down her backpack hastily next to the boy. Artemis was sitting up perfectly straight, facing the board and not even bothering to look at the girl. He had his items carefully arranged, not one thing out of place. Iris, on the other hand, soon had her things lying across the table; mounds of books piled up crookedly and items like folders and a gym suit pouring out of her unzipped backpack.

"If you don't mind, I would prefer if you keep your things to yourself. That is, unless you want me to keep your copy of The Hobbit. Which I have absoulutely no interest in." Artemis' monotonous voice rang out, even amongst the chatter of their classmates. Iris blushed and snatched her novel back, and stuffed it deep down into her bag. The students started to settle down, ready for the lesson. "Now, I am trusted that everyone has bought their books today, yes?" Oh shit. She forgot her algebra book in her locker! Iris kicked herself as a punishment, then proceeded to slowly raise her hand. Miss Rolex sighed. "Yes, Iris?" "I-I forgot my algebra book, Miss Rolex, it's in my locker." "Seriously, Venduala, what ARE you good at?" A few students started laughing at this remark, though it wasn't a bit funny at all. "Artemis, please share your book with her." It was Artemis' turn to raise his hand now. "Do I have to miss? Technically, she could go back to the hallway and get her own book instead of being a nuisance." The students snickered at her for the third time at Iris today, and it wasn't even the start of the lesson yet. Iris glared at the now smirking boy. That bitch!

Miss Rolex, like Iris, was not amused. "Artemis, do share your book with her, or so help me, you can stand outside in the halls and fetch her book for her." The smirk slid off Artemis' face as he slowly lowered his hand. "Now, onto the lessons..." Soon, the entire class was writing down and trying to solve the equation on the board. Well, except for two certain people. Artemis hadn't even bothered looking at the board anymore, and was already reading a phychology book, while Iris sat doodling in her notebook, drawing a dog with an astronaut helmet. "IRIS! Can you please pay attention?" And to think it was just math lesson. English lesson had consisted of Artemis insulting the teacher, and Chemistry consisted of Artemis correcting the teacher all the time. The only interesting part of the entire day for everyone, was gym class. A few classes were having Gym class at the same time, so there were quite a lot of people there.

"Alright! Everybody gather round! Come on, bit closer, there we go." Coach Thomas practically yelled. "Today we're going to start off with a few laps, before we start off a game of football." By the end of one lap, Artemis was already panting and soaked with sweat. And practically, everyone was hating Artemis by the end of the lesson. He could never aim right, he was of no use to the team, and Artemis passing the ball was a pain in the ass for everyone. It was pathetic; watching the apparent criminal child genius struggle at kicking the ball. Along with annoyance, there was also amusement; a lot of people laughing at him by now, most of them who were tired of him insulting them, and Iris was one of them. The pity she once had on him disappeared immediately. The gossip that had once been passed around about Artemis had became somewhat negative- names and insults of his poor physical appearance. The only one left now in the gym was Artemis, bruised all over. Of course, nobody stopped to notice. It was almost like he wasn't even there.

The moment the end of school bell rang, and everyone was pouring back out the school, and soon enough, Iris was the only one left. She still had to organise her locker, which was overflowing with crumbled balls of junk and homeworks were everywhere, and by the looks of it, it would take a long time to fix everything up. Iris wasn't sure how much time had passed since she started, but by the end of it, Iris had a pile of doodles she could dump up, clean folders, and a neat pile of books. Finally satisfied, Iris closed her locker. Oh god damnit, thought Iris to herself. The sun had already started to set! Iris shrugged the panic away-she could always explain to her mom what happened, and everything should be resolved, right? So Iris started walking off, out the school door and through the recess playgrounds, but stopped when she heard noises from the trash bin areas. Curiousity took over her as she crept there and tried to take a peek at what was going on back there. A crowd of students were surrounding someone, laughing and pointing. "Hey! Left foot Fowl!"

Oh no.

It was Artemis, beat up and bleeding, scratches all over his body. By this state, he could barely get back up again. He didn't seem like he had any broken bones, and he didn't seem like he needed to go to the hospital, but those bruises were definetly going to hurt. The certain 'crowd of students' were the school bullies, joks and popular girls. Of course, Iris should have saw this coming. Iris feels sick as she see's Artemis trying to get up, only to be knocked down, and kicked again and again. He was curled into a ball now, hands over head, letting the bullies hit him. Guilt was swelling in her chest by now, and Iris was immediately filled with disgust for the bullies and herself, for laughing at him back in gym class. "Hey, look at this guy! Can't even fight back!" "Cat got your tongue? Who's smirking now, huh?" "You call yourself a criminal mastermind? Pathetic." "No Butler to save you now, huh?" "HEY!" Iris screamed. Artemis raised his head a little, eyes widening at the sight of her. "SHUT UP!" She yelled. "Who do you think you are, to go against us? Let's show little Venduala what we've got, eh?" A particularly tall male started pulling up his sleeves, peering down at her. Iris knew him-he was Chad, the leader of his gang of goons. "Why're you standing up for that loser, girl? He's worth nothing. NOTHING." Chad laughed mockingly. Iris gave a quick glance to Artemis, who was still shaking from previous attacks. "He's worth twelve of you, in all honesty." Iris snapped. She knew she had made a horrible decision by the look in his face.

But immediately stopped, no longer looking at Iris. Iris turned around to see a tall, muscular man in a suit, laughing coldly. It was Artemis' butler. Let's just say the jock's shit got wrecked. Butler effortlessly scared off the jocks, and gave them a life threatening warning. "The next time this happens, the next time you lay a finger on Artemis, I won't be taking responsibility when heads go thumping on the ground." The gruff voice, which was apparently Butler's, had all the jocks nodding and obeying. By now, the gang was bleeding and had several broken bones, worse than the damamge they caused to Artemis. The gang of goons and Chad were running off, clutching their arms, hoping to never to meet Butler again.

The butler turned to Iris. "Thank you for sticking up to him. I cannot believe I was as foolish as to think he could manage going home alone. After all, it is my responsibility to make sure nobody gets a scratch on him, not yours. If it happens again, give a ring to this number, and those people who did it are good as dead." He handed Iris a piece of paper, with a few numbers on it. "Urm, t-thank you, sir." The butler nodded, and lifted Artemis, who was now unconcious- onto his shoulder. "Um, Sir? The nurse should still be here. She works a longer shift here sometimes, and I know her personally. She could help patch up some injuries before she leaves to go home." And so Iris led the way, where the nurse almost fainted in shock by the way Artemis was bleeding now. Iris sat by the waiting area. It was only fair. It was almost dinner time when Artemis was done, and Iris had slowly walked her way home.

"Young lady, I will NOT tolerate this kind of lateness! You had your mother worried sick!" Snapped Iris' mother, Violet Venduala. "That's it-you're grounded. Go to your room!" Iris nodded, but before starting to walk up the stairs, she called back at her mother. "I'm sorry, mother. I really am. But he was getting beat up, and I...felt...responsible." Iris walked up to her room, flinging her bag (like she always did) and shut her door. Iris' room was warm and nice, with yellow walls and birch wood floors, and rather large, judging she slept in the attic. Posters of watercolours were hanging up everywhere, along with bookshelves and cases on each and every wall. You would have mistaken it for a library instead of an attic if it were not for the slopes of the roof. Fortunately, the slopes were quite high up, so Iris did not have much discomfort. Iris flopped onto her bed. What an eventful day. Would Artemis still have disreguards to her tommorow? Probably. Why did she feel sorry for the jerk anyways?

Violet/Iris' mother POV

My poor, empathetic daughter. Always so caring, and so unlike her father in so many ways. I could never imagine the pain she had to go through, growing up with such an irresponsible father. Now it was just me, and Iris. I finished broiling the macaroni and cheese-my daughter's favourite meal, and cut off a square for her. She must be very hungry, coming back so late. Did she even eat her lunch at all? With my mittens still on, I bought the red plate up the stairs, and knocked on her door. It was a bright yellow colour. Even in dark times, her room never failed to make everyone in this household cheery. "Iris? May I come in?" There was a stiffled yes. I opened the door and gently put the plate down. Iris had her head burried under her pillow, blanket lying on the floor. "Who was the boy who was beaten up?" I asked, ignoring the blanket for now. "His name is Artemis Fowl the second. You've heard of him. Crazy psycho boy and his intelligence. Always so rude. I don't know why I stood up for him." My daughter snapped.

I smiled. Iris was always helping everyone, even if she didn't know she was doing it. I exited the room, giving my daughter a bit of space for tonight. She's got a long day ahead of her tommorow.

That's the end for now! I'll be writing about Artemis more tommorow!

-EmeraldSprite