A/N: I've had thoughts of how the series will end since I first began reading. While I've read many stories in which the ending involves Holly and Artemis walking off into the sunset, marriage or a proposal, I chose something a little darker. Something I think to be a little more realistic.

The End

Chapter 1

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40 year old Artemis Fowl Junior reached his arms behind him, stretching.

His entire memoirs of his fairy exploits were typed. Completed. It was time to pass the knowledge to his own son.

Artemis sighed, he hadn't seen the fairies in years. Holly Short hadn't visited since his wedding 15 years ago.

He missed her, but things hadn't ended well. He couldn't even remember what they'd argued about, on his wedding day all those years ago, but she hadn't spoken to him since.

As his hormonal teenage self he had loved her, and even on his wedding day, he still doubted his decision.

And he, Artemis Fowl, had married an average mud woman, and had an intelligent, but normal, human son.

To his anything but normal, teenage self this would be a nightmare.

He had been thinking about the fairies a lot lately. Ever since he'd come across a photo in his archives.

It was a screen shot he'd taken of an average video communication.

Foaly was baring his horsey teeth, mocking Holly, and she was laughing, punching him playfully on the shoulder.

It reminded Artemis of how his life used to be. The fairies had taught him how to live. How to find joy in life.

Real joy didn't come from a new invention, or a bank transfer from an under the table deal. It came from interaction and adventure. Getting out there and doing something.

He hadn't done a lot of that lately.

Artemis stood up shakily, walking to the hallway.

"Timmy, I have some reading for you."

He hadn't named his son Artemis. Close to it, though. He'd named Tim after his father. His mother used to call him that. Timmy, and he had been her little Arty.

"Yes?" The boy stood in front of him, a mere foot shorter.

He had one huge blue eye of the Fowl's, and one large hazel eye. Holly's.

Holly was not his mother, and it had no scientific explanation. His inheritance of this acquired physical feature of Artemis' was purely magic.

Other than the hazel eye, his son resembled solely him. Looking at him you'd never think that he was related to his curly haired, curvy, blond mother.

His son was twelve, it was time for him to know.

"Timmy, it's time for you to read my memoirs. I began writing it when I was twelve. Now it's time for you to know."

His son looked up at him for a moment. "What did you do when you were twelve?" He asked sceptically.

Artemis thought. He'd told his son nothing. He didn't know about the fairies.

"Things you can't even imagine."

Artemis left his son to read. He sat on the foot of the bed staring at an ostentatious ring he held. The fairy communicator Holly had given him.

It hadn't worked since his wedding, since their argument.

And then she was there. At the window.

Her nut brown skin was streaked with tears, and his own blue eye shone at him out of the dusk.

He ran to the window, unlatching it frantically.

When it was open, he didn't know what to say.

"Holly," he breathed.

She just stared at him. He was thin for a middle aged man, barely any larger then he had been at 25.

When she had seen him last.

Despite his physical shape, he looked pathetic, lonely. He hadn't taken care of himself at all.

Somehow she had expected to find the same old devious Artemis, teasing and taunting her for coming back to him.

She stepped forward onto the desk, enveloping him in the biggest hug she could manage.

"I don't forgive you Artemis, I never will. But, after all we've been through... Friends is better than nothing."

Artemis strained to remember what to say. He had imagined many times what he would say if she ever came back, but it was lost to him now.

Timmy called hesitantly from the hallway, "Dad?"

Artemis had tried to raise his son the right way. The complete opposite of how his father had.

But, though he tried to be a good father, sometimes he resented his own son. He looked and acted so much like Holly, he reminded Artemis of a world he had missed, a world which seemed almost unreal now.

Holly was poised on the balls of her feet, ready to dash out into the cloud filled sky, but Artemis stopped her.

"Holly, it's time you met my son."

Holly's face was scattered with confusion.

"You have... A son?" She whispered. It was more of a statement then a question.

Artemis slipped his hand into hers grasping it tight. This was it. He would see if what he had always suspected was true.

He led Holly slowly into the hallway, saying nothing.

She stepped hesitantly forward, cradling the face of his son, of her son too.

Artemis had always knew it was true. The magic in his veins... something. Though his wife had bore the child, he was never hers.

Holly sighed, "How is this possible?"

She ruffled his raven black locks. He looked exactly like Artemis at age twelve.

But that eye, it was unmistakable.

A/N:

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