Artemis Fowl and the Alien Invasion
a/n: Hello, everyone. This is my first actual story, up until now, I have just done song fics. Please enjoy, and review.
Holly Short, LEPRecon Captain, turned swiftly on her heels and jogged quickly down the halls of Police Plaza, towards Foaly's OPS booth. She tapped on the glass, and he buzzed her in. "Frond, Holly, you look beat!" He said. "Gee, thanks." She said, sarcastically, but she knew it was true. The few times that she dared look in a mirror, she did look beat. Her skin had lost its healthy sheen, there were bags under her eyes, and her hair hung limp on her skeletal frame. She hadn't been eating well. Her eyes themselves were their usual blue an hazel, but she never dared look at them in the mirror, they reminded her too much of him. Him referring to Artemis Fowl II, Teenage mastermind, not that anyone dared talk about him in her presence. She would either look so sad it was heartbreaking, or outright collapse and cry. It had been hard on her, with him gone, Foaly had noticed. He was her other half, her name being synonymous with his and all. "How is the clone?" Holly asked Foaly. "It's coming along well." He replied. "A couple more weeks, and we can take it to the surface." Holly's eyes once more had that gleam in them when she heard how well it was going, but collapsed back into that horrifying grief once again when she caught sight if her blue eye in the reflection from one of Foaly's screens. Foaly was heartbroken. His friend, one of his only friends was heartbroken and grief stricken because of the death of her best friend, Artemis. She couldn't go on like this, the way she was.
Holly turned, and slowly walked back out of the OPS booth and down the corridor to her station, where she sat herself behind her desk once more, and continued on with her paperwork. She missed him, more than anything.
Two weeks later
Holly looked down at the prone form of Artemis's clone. She felt the tears well up, as his prone form continued to lay on the cold, hard ground. Those tears started to flow freely, but these were tears of joy as Artemis stirred, and opened his blue eyes. "Artemis?" She asked through her tears. "Who are you?" He asked, sitting up. Holly almost cried again. He didn't remember her. "Remember me?" She asked. "It's Holly, your best friend!" She said, shaking him a little. "You..., you are my friends?" He asked, a little hesitantly. "Yes, Arty." She replied. "How do I know you?" He asked. She started her story. "Well, it all began one hot summer's day in Ho Chi Minh City. It was sweltering by anyone' s standards. Needless to say, Artemis Fowl II would not have been willing to put up with such heat of it was not of vital importance. Importance to the plan, that is..." Her story went on and on, and continued well into the night. Eventually, she finished. "And then we cloned you, and you forgot us, and a I told you this story." She looked down, and saw him sleeping gently. She stopped, and waited, just watching him, her Arty, sleep, alive for the first time in six months. Eventually she headed out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Foaly sat in one of the rooms of Fowl manor, thinking, what he did best. What was going to happen when Artemis bit the dust for real? Holly wasn't going to take it well. There was, however, one thing he could do for his friend. Centaurs, a distant relative of a Unicorns, where a magic-less species. This wasn't strictly true, though. They could use magic only twice in their life, but they could command it to do whatever they wanted it too. He thought about this. He could use it to lengthen his lifespan, so he stayed the same age as Holly for the same amount of years that she would live. Yes, that was what he was going to do.
Holly walked down the stairs, and poking her head into Foaly's sitting room, she told him that she was going to do the Ritual. She headed outside just as Foaly trotted up the stairs, trying to be quiet. He walked quickly into Artemis's room, and stood by his bed. "Hey, Arty boy, I have to do this. I'm sorry, but between you and her, it will always be her. I hope you understand, it's just damage control." He whispered, and summoning the sparks, pure white for him, he infused Artemis with the magic. It danced over his skin, waiting for instruction. He whispered them to the sparks, and they sunk into his skin, and glowing white, moved to cover his whole body. They then faded. "I hope it worked." He whispered, and crept out of Artemis's room.