Disclaimer : I do not own Artemis Fowl. But I do own Damien Short and Heather Lakes!
This is a fanfiction, which has a 'fairytale style' to it. This story also has a completely different storyline than the books in the beginning, so please do not review saying 'Holly isn't this' or 'Holly isn't that'. It involves Holly and her friends, Artemis, Butler, etc… And an OC, whose name is Evaline, but we'll come back to that later.
The first chapter is about Holly's parents, which is mostly irrelevant to the rest of the story, but explains things about Holly. I also uploaded the second chapter with this, in case you think it's boring. If that's the case, please read the second one before deciding to stop following this story, because this was only a kind of prologue.
Chapter 1. A Newborn Baby
Damien Short was in a hospital bed. His dark hair was all disheveled, and his skin felt hot to the touch. He head was throbbing like crazy. Where was he? Slowly, he opened his eyes, which had lost their brilliant green glint, only to reveal a beautiful elf standing next to him with a clipboard. She smiled at him as he took in his surroundings. White room, machines that beeped.
"Am I in a hospital?" he finally asked. His voice sounded different and his throat felt very dry.
"Yes, sir."
"Wasn't I on a mission?" he asked to nobody in particular. The nurse, hearing him, smiled again and answered his question.
"Yes, sir. You were sent here to Haven Hospital because you were injured."
"Oh." A thought struck him.
"For how long?"
"Pardon me?"
"How long have I been here?"
"Four months, sir." Damien's eyes grew wide.
"Don't worry, sir. You are going to be perfectly fine. I can already clearly see that you don't have amnesia," she laughed.
Short looked at her again. This elf looked like an angel. She had a pale complexion, with hazel brown eyes. Her hair, tied tightly into a bun, was of a beautiful golden color.
"What's your name?" he asked. She looked surprised.
"My name, sir—"
"Don't call me sir. Just call me Damien."
"Very well, Damien. My name is Heather."
"Heather…" he repeated under his breath. She went back to her nursing business.
"Now, I need to go find the doctor to tell him that you are awake. We weren't expecting you to come out of your coma until next month!"
"Why next month?" he asked curiously.
"Because that's how long it usually takes when someone takes a blow to their head. A serious concussion it was."
He nodded.
"Just lie down, and I'll be back soon."
Damien Short watched the nurse go out the door and lay on his bed again. Soon after, he fell back asleep.
For the few weeks that Damien had to stay in the hospital, he saw that nurse again everyday. It made him feel happy, and he instantly fell in love with her. Heather Lakes, that is.
"Good news, Damien!" Heather said as she came into the room with the doctor.
"What?" he said, eating his jello.
"You're in good health, and may leave tomorrow," replied the doctor, content.
"Heather will perform a few minor tests and after a good night's rest, you can be on your way in the morning," he continued. The doctor left the room to go see another patient.
"Isn't it exciting?" asked Heather as she filled in some papers before she pulled some kind of contraption closer to Short.
He was silent for a while. Not hearing anything, the female elf felt nervous and slightly worried.
"What's the matter?"
"We won't see each other anymore," he said, looking at her in the eyes. She smiled.
"Of course we will." He stared at her again.
"I mean, if you want to that is," she blushed.
"Absolutely!"
"Great," she said as both their faces lightened up.
Two years later, Damien and Heather Short were in the Haven Hospital again. Heather was in labor. She was holding tightly to her husband's hand.
"Come on, honey, only a little while longer," encouraged Damien. Her shouting resonated in the room and at last, there was a baby.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Short, it's a girl," said the doctor.
"Let me hold her," she said in a soft whisper as Damien approached to see better.
"Damien, it's a girl," Heather said as he gently kissed her forehead.
"Yes, it is."
"What shall we name her?" the female elf asked excited, with a sound of exhausting and relief in her voice.
"How about Holly?" he asked.
"Of course," she said.
"Hello, Holly dear. Such a cute little elf you are!"
Holly cooed as her name had been said.
"I think she likes it," chuckled Damien.
"Yes, I think so too," Heather smiled.
"Sweet, little Holly Short," she whispered to her baby, herself and her husband, only for them to hear and no one else. "Daughter of the great Commander Short. You are going to grow up to be a strong elf, little one."
Holly sneezed once, closed her big hazel eyes and fell fast asleep in her mother's arms.
So… like, don't like? Please review to tell me, because if it's not worth continuing, I'll stop. Don't forget to read the next chapter, which is already up, before stopping if you don't like it!
Have a nice day!