Don't own Artemis fowl, or my cat, I stole him! Jk, but seriously, I don't own anything but the plot. Thoughts in italic, btw. Please R&R and tell your friends!

Chapter 1: Pillow Fight

The ones who've done you wrong
the ones who pretended to be so strong
the grudges you've held for so long
it's not worth singing that same sad song

Wish them well, Rush

Artemis's P.O.V.

He rolled over, stirred, and then sat up. Where am I? He thought. But then his genius mind slapped him, metaphorically. Clinic, treatment, Atlantis Complex. He moved his eyes toward Butler. "Morning Artemis, did I wake you?" Artemis shook his head. He groaned and got up, his legs tingling from yesterday's shock treatment. I've really got to work out. And then, where are my clothes? As if reading his mind, Butler pointed to a case of clothes in the corner. "
Thanks old friend" Artemis mumbled. He looked at the clothes, and blinked. Well, Holly did promise mother. Also, how is Holly, I haven't seen her in a week. Genes. Really? And a V-Neck NIKE shirt. Oh Frond, I will get her for this. Butler soon left, after Artemis dressed, he looked over and saw Holly standing in the door way. With a small smile on her face. Her eyes were red. Why was she crying, and coming to me? "Hello Holly, how are you?"

"Been better, mud boy." Holly said.

Please, I'm LEGALLY an adult. Artemis thought. "Well, what's your problem, he said, patting the spot on the bed.

"Trouble," She said, hopping on the bed.

"The commander? What did he do? Too much work for the newest major? She smiled.

"No, he keeps harassing me into another date. But, I'm stopping paperwork for you, mud boy."

"Oh I almost forgot," he said with a playful smile. She blinked, and fell back when the pillow hit her face. She threw it back at him, and couldn't stop laughing, and neither could he. "That," he laughed, "Was for the clothes."

Holly's P.O.V.

"I promised you mom!" She giggled. I need to tell him. Troubles on my tail! The good side of her said. But if you spill the secret, it'll break his heart. I can't, she decided. And, for the record, I hate Trouble.

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