Disclaimer: I own a few things, none of which include Artemis Fowl and Sherlock.
"Have you seen the papers yet?"
They were sitting at breakfast on a leisurely Saturday morning.
"Why? Are you on about the story about that...that eavesdropper?"
"You mean detective?" Holly paused, surveying Artemis with narrowed eyes, "Don't look so miffed, Arty. The world has more genii than you, Minerva and Foaly."
"Well. I could have figured out all he did in half the time. He's just...observant. That's all," Artemis sniffed, looking a little disgruntled, "I don't see what the fuss is all about. My two Nobel prizes collectively garnered much less attention."
"Well, he does do much more, ah, obvious good than you do," Holly pointed out.
"Hmph. He lives in London?"
Holly nodded.
"I think I shall like to meet him next time. See if he really is as good as he says. I also have a few questions on how he recovered that Reichenbach piece."
"I'm coming too!" Holly looked a little too excited.
Now it was Artemis who narrowed his eyes.
"What's with this sudden interest?"
"Well...if I'm going to be stuck with you for the foreseeable future, I'd at least like to see how other mudmen genii work. I'm also going to have a chat with Mr. Watson. See how he deals with insufferable prats."
"Insufferable?" Artemis lifted an eyebrow and smirked, "I think you're suffering quite well, Mrs. Fowl."
Holly's admonishing tone was belied by the quirk of her lips. "Don't call me that. I feel old, and it sounds like you're talking to your mother." After a beat Holly shuddered a little, "Ugh...these thoughts."
Artemis's eyes fairly glittered with mirth.
"Well, we'd best be going then. The plane back to Ireland is leaving in an hour," Artemis shook his head disgustedly, "For our next trip, I don't care if the airports are too packed for the Lear. I'm just going to have Butler land it in an open field."
Holly smiled, "Public planes aren't that bad. You did make sure we had the entire first class area...though I'm still not entirely sure why."
Artemis sighed, "As I've said, they are full of bacteria, and I don't particularly want my pregnant wife getting sick."
"Aw, Arty, you are too sweet." Holly said sarcastically.
Artemis just glared.
Holly pushed him towards the exit of the hotel, "Though I will be happy to leave London. It's much too smoggy for me."
And as the couple walked out into the drizzling rain, Sherlock Holmes put down his newspaper, a table away, and smirked. He wondered if Artemis Fowl would be open to discussing the nuances of tobacco ash...
AN: First fanfic! Yay! Review? 0~0
