A/N: hi! im back again! i had an inescapable urge to write down some ideas that i had, so here they are! hope you like them! and i'm very sorry to all the wonderful, nice people who have been reading my other fic, What's Up, but i havent had a chance to update (or even write) for ages, not to mention that i have an interesting love/hate relationship with my writers block; i hate it, but it cant seem to get enough of me! also very sorry to bluesparks for being a VERY slow editor; i am getting there. just very slowly.

i would say that i dont own Artemis Fowl and co, but i think you've gathered that by now.

and i'm sorry about my atrocius spelling/grammar in authors notes, i can just never be bothered to fix it. Thankyou, and goodnight. oh, and i changed the dollars to euro's. thanx, forgotten sunrise!

Somewhere in Dublin

As Artemis strolled down the main street of Dublin, he smiled to himself. The business meeting had gone exceptionally well today. Not only had the company agreed to pay him double the amount required, but they had offered to sign him up for patenting rights for any future inventions. Most of which would involve large sums of money.

As he walked down the street, Artemis noticed a homeless man lying in the gutter, a tray full of small change in front of him. He (that is, Artemis,) stopped and considered giving the man money, before remembering that the only cash he had on him was in hundred-euro bills.

He walked on, and was about to turn the corner when something punched him in the arm. He turned, but no one was there. Not even a shimmer in the air. Apparently Foaly had been working on some suit upgrades while they had been in Limbo.

"Holly…" he muttered under his breath.

The air hit him again. "Go back and give the nice man some money," it said.

"Holly, all I have are hundred-euro bills. I can't give him that! He's a hobo, for heavens sake. And I bet it was his own fault that he has no job."

She hit him again. "It's not like you're going to run out of them anytime soon. I'm sure you could spare a few. And since when did you use the word 'hobo'?"

By now Artemis had stopped on the street corner, and appeared to be talking to thin air. Only Butler, who was trailing behind by a couple of metres, knew what was going on, and was disinclined to do anything about it. Artemis could always benefit from a working conscience (apparently his was broken). Especially one that hit him.

"This is ridiculous." said Artemis, turning back and walking towards the 'hobo'. As he walked past Butler, the giant appeared to wink at the air. Artemis scowled. No one was ever on his side.

As Artemis reached the homeless man, he pulled two hundred euro notes out of his pocket and dropped them into the tray. The man stared after him in amazement, then hurriedly picked up the notes and shoved them in his pocket, looking around in panic in case the boy came back to get them. (What he would have done if Artemis did come back, I have no idea.)

As Artemis walked back to Butler, he could have sworn he was trying not to laugh. He pointedly ignored him as he passed. When he was out of earshot of the widely grinning manservant, Artemis shot a glance at the patch of air (yes, the one that was punching him) and said, in answer to her/its previous question; "since I started hanging out with you. Speaking of which, I'm free tonight. And there's a nice little restaurant in the town near the manor…"

The air punched him. Again. He winced and rubbed his arm.

"What, doesn't Foaly know? Are you even supposed to be here?"

Holly sighed. "No, Foaly doesn't know about us, and I'm not planning on telling him anytime soon. He'd never let me live it down if I did. And yes, I was supposed to keep an eye on you. The council has decided to put me on the least harmless duty they can come up with, since I even managed to bust up kraken watch. They just want to get me out of the way, I think."

"I'm not surprised. But they could hardly call me harmless. Just think of all the dangerous things I've done already. Who knows what I could get up to? Especially with you here to encourage me."

"Me? Encourage you? Nooo… I wouldn't do that, would I?" Her voice was heavy with sarcasm, though still so soft that only Artemis could hear.

"But you will need to watch me tonight, won't you? You could keep a very close eye on me over dinner…"

"Fine. But only cos' it's you, Arty. See you tonight." Her voice grew fainter as she flew away, presumably to keep an eye on him from a distance. He was getting some strange looks, after all. He would just have to wait for night to fall, and then he could see her again…

Because how many people can have dinner with their conscience?

well, thankyou for reading, pls review. if you do, i shall send a happy squadron of phlying phisch to congratulate you. if you're lucky, they might dance. if you don't review, i shall send you an unhappy/suicidal squadron of phlying phisch to smash through all your windows. if you're lucky, some might get lost on the way. (that's 3 less carcasses to clean up!)but shouldn't it be carcai, instead of carcasses? hmmm...

thnax!

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