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Disclaimer: I own nothing but myself and the essential plot. And another AF fic that I've not gotten the chance to finish posting. For those of you that remember "A Different Phase of Love," I've removed it. Cheers to all my loyal reveiwers! I have not forgotten you!! *Grins sheepishly* I hope I won't present opportunity to explode over Mary- Sue prosectuters- I'm staying safe and not inventing anymore characters. Summer Break is almost here, so I should be granted computer priveledges (legally) again very soon. *Cheers* Hope everyone likes the story!
This chapter's all starter, it wll get good! I have a plot, I promise! Lotsa plot, no time to type. Grrrrrr. *turns into tiger and eats everything* That was fun ; D
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Captain Holly Short was not an elf to be reckoned with. One centimeter under 3 feet of toughness and 'tude, which was a requirement for being the first female LEPrecon officer. Not for the training, not for the early wake- ups, but for the boys.
Chix Verbil was, admittedly, the primary offender. He didn't ever let her alone. Never. When his wing was injured and there was no hope of his flying with the First Flight Sprite Squad again, he was reduced to work in the building. Flying minor papers up to various floors and handling paperwork was the extent of his requirements. He had a lot of free time, since no one he worked with liked to have to deal with him. So he had a lot of time to follow Holly like a little lost puppy.
If it wasn't Chix, it was Grub. He hadn't quite figured out that she had left him with the goblins to save the world, and would point out to her that he had been stuck waiting for a whopping 3 hours, during which time a goblin looked at him the wrong way. True to form, he filed a complaint. And kept pestering her.
If not Grub, Foaly. The centaur had insisted on being the most annoying creature in the universe, and even had the monogram: "Foaly Centuar, M.A.C.U. Technical Genius and Inventor" engraved on his business cards. [the """ " stands for most annoying......] he exercized this title a little too much for anybody's liking, and as Holly was the closest friend he had, she often was the victem of many an annoying act.
And then there was Root. Root was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with, as he often caught Holly daydreaming.
Daydreams were new for her. Before, she never had a problem with staying on task. Now, though, her business-like thoughts were interrupted with thoughts of a certain Artemis Fowl and Domovoi Butler. What were they doing? Did they remember her at all? Would they overcome the mindwipe?
Part of her almost hoped so. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But then again, the memories of Artemis as a cocky little brat were enough to make her glad that they were gone. But it had been too easy. The Fowl Family would be back, and the question was only when.
Root was sick and tired of her daydreams, though, and had threatened her all too seriously with mindwipes herself if she didn't get over them. But still, it would be difficult to do so. Who else would save them if Fowl came back?
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Holly woke up screaming. That dream, the same sick and twisted dream that never let her sleep unhindered. The threat of her own mindwipe made her more and more uneasy, and it was probably that stress that triggered the nightmares.
It started with a gnawing tug at the back of the mind. Pulling, tugging, jerking, and gradually working up to be a yanking pull on the memories. The memories... they meant so much... I don't want them to go... pain, hurt, clutching the memories as they were ripped cruelly away... torn, slashed, and merely erased at one creature's whim....
Butler awoke in a cold sweat. That persistent dream was getting to him. What was it? It seemed so familiar- a memory, but of what?
Mulling over the dream and its contents, Butler shuffled downstairs to the kitchen. He heard the sounds of the family getting up, and began assembling breakfast. He had a taste for eggs. Eggs Benedict would do it.
He pulled out the eggs- two each for Artemis Sr., Angeline, Juliet and himself. As he listened to the laughter from upstairs (Artemis Sr. is up, then, he thought, getting his prosthetic leg on), he wondered how Artemis was doing at St. Bartleby's. The staff and administration at the school had been very reluctant at first about letting him back.
Butler grinned as he cracked the eggs into the steaming pan. They were still reluctant. He understood perfectly, as Artemis often had that effect on people, but it was still an amusing thing, to see full grown adults tremble at the sound of the boy's name. Artemis was an unusual one.
Juliet came in, already dressed and flipping the ends of her braid through a large jade ring.
"Morning, Dom," She said, pulling the english muffins out of the toaster.
"Another audition today?"
"Yup. Local, this time. The Ireland Wrestling Squad needs a new wrestler. Jade Princess will strike again."
"Be careful, though, ok?" Butler looked at her with worried eyes. "You're not that big yet. I don't want you getting hurt like I did."
Juliet hugged her big brother carefully, making sure she didn't crush his ribs. "Don't worry, I'm smart. I won't go breaking ribs and not fixing them."
Domovoi gave her a soft punch. "Yeah, well, you can still be stupid when you're smart. And I was the best. Now I'm just a little slower."
Angeline and Artemis Fowl strolled into the kitchen together. Artemis Sr. took over beating the Hollandaise sause from Butler, insisting that he rest. Panting slightly from the exercise, Butler began setting the dining room table.
It would seem things were back to normal.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing but myself and the essential plot. And another AF fic that I've not gotten the chance to finish posting. For those of you that remember "A Different Phase of Love," I've removed it. Cheers to all my loyal reveiwers! I have not forgotten you!! *Grins sheepishly* I hope I won't present opportunity to explode over Mary- Sue prosectuters- I'm staying safe and not inventing anymore characters. Summer Break is almost here, so I should be granted computer priveledges (legally) again very soon. *Cheers* Hope everyone likes the story!
This chapter's all starter, it wll get good! I have a plot, I promise! Lotsa plot, no time to type. Grrrrrr. *turns into tiger and eats everything* That was fun ; D
============================================================================ ======
Captain Holly Short was not an elf to be reckoned with. One centimeter under 3 feet of toughness and 'tude, which was a requirement for being the first female LEPrecon officer. Not for the training, not for the early wake- ups, but for the boys.
Chix Verbil was, admittedly, the primary offender. He didn't ever let her alone. Never. When his wing was injured and there was no hope of his flying with the First Flight Sprite Squad again, he was reduced to work in the building. Flying minor papers up to various floors and handling paperwork was the extent of his requirements. He had a lot of free time, since no one he worked with liked to have to deal with him. So he had a lot of time to follow Holly like a little lost puppy.
If it wasn't Chix, it was Grub. He hadn't quite figured out that she had left him with the goblins to save the world, and would point out to her that he had been stuck waiting for a whopping 3 hours, during which time a goblin looked at him the wrong way. True to form, he filed a complaint. And kept pestering her.
If not Grub, Foaly. The centaur had insisted on being the most annoying creature in the universe, and even had the monogram: "Foaly Centuar, M.A.C.U. Technical Genius and Inventor" engraved on his business cards. [the """ " stands for most annoying......] he exercized this title a little too much for anybody's liking, and as Holly was the closest friend he had, she often was the victem of many an annoying act.
And then there was Root. Root was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with, as he often caught Holly daydreaming.
Daydreams were new for her. Before, she never had a problem with staying on task. Now, though, her business-like thoughts were interrupted with thoughts of a certain Artemis Fowl and Domovoi Butler. What were they doing? Did they remember her at all? Would they overcome the mindwipe?
Part of her almost hoped so. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But then again, the memories of Artemis as a cocky little brat were enough to make her glad that they were gone. But it had been too easy. The Fowl Family would be back, and the question was only when.
Root was sick and tired of her daydreams, though, and had threatened her all too seriously with mindwipes herself if she didn't get over them. But still, it would be difficult to do so. Who else would save them if Fowl came back?
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Holly woke up screaming. That dream, the same sick and twisted dream that never let her sleep unhindered. The threat of her own mindwipe made her more and more uneasy, and it was probably that stress that triggered the nightmares.
It started with a gnawing tug at the back of the mind. Pulling, tugging, jerking, and gradually working up to be a yanking pull on the memories. The memories... they meant so much... I don't want them to go... pain, hurt, clutching the memories as they were ripped cruelly away... torn, slashed, and merely erased at one creature's whim....
Butler awoke in a cold sweat. That persistent dream was getting to him. What was it? It seemed so familiar- a memory, but of what?
Mulling over the dream and its contents, Butler shuffled downstairs to the kitchen. He heard the sounds of the family getting up, and began assembling breakfast. He had a taste for eggs. Eggs Benedict would do it.
He pulled out the eggs- two each for Artemis Sr., Angeline, Juliet and himself. As he listened to the laughter from upstairs (Artemis Sr. is up, then, he thought, getting his prosthetic leg on), he wondered how Artemis was doing at St. Bartleby's. The staff and administration at the school had been very reluctant at first about letting him back.
Butler grinned as he cracked the eggs into the steaming pan. They were still reluctant. He understood perfectly, as Artemis often had that effect on people, but it was still an amusing thing, to see full grown adults tremble at the sound of the boy's name. Artemis was an unusual one.
Juliet came in, already dressed and flipping the ends of her braid through a large jade ring.
"Morning, Dom," She said, pulling the english muffins out of the toaster.
"Another audition today?"
"Yup. Local, this time. The Ireland Wrestling Squad needs a new wrestler. Jade Princess will strike again."
"Be careful, though, ok?" Butler looked at her with worried eyes. "You're not that big yet. I don't want you getting hurt like I did."
Juliet hugged her big brother carefully, making sure she didn't crush his ribs. "Don't worry, I'm smart. I won't go breaking ribs and not fixing them."
Domovoi gave her a soft punch. "Yeah, well, you can still be stupid when you're smart. And I was the best. Now I'm just a little slower."
Angeline and Artemis Fowl strolled into the kitchen together. Artemis Sr. took over beating the Hollandaise sause from Butler, insisting that he rest. Panting slightly from the exercise, Butler began setting the dining room table.
It would seem things were back to normal.
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