A/N:SPOILER ALERT this happens after Artemis Fowl and the Last Guardian. I do not own Artemis Fowl or any of the characters excepts Margret Angelsmith and later her family, this goes for all chapters in this fanfic.
Italics = thoughts
Intro
(Artemis's POV)
It had been 4 years since I had died and been brought back as a clone. I'd had many more adventures and probably there was more to come. Mother decided that we needed a babysitter for the twins in the weekends. Juliet had gone back to wrestling, Father and Mother wanted some alone time together and she was never sure when me and Butler would be around, as she said, " you never know when the fairies might need you, so we need a babysitter." I was happy with this as I needed space for my projects, so having two eight year old boys running around wasn't ideal.
So we started getting babysitters, they all seemed to be 40+ year old woman. That wasn't the main problem, every babysitter we had either quit or was fired in the first week or so. Mother said I was being too hard on the ones I fired but I wanted the best education for the twins. We were up to our twentieth babysitter, we were about to quit and just look after them ourselves. Mother said she wanted to try once more, she reckoned a babysitter she had found was the one. I wasn't overly thrilled, as she had said that for almost all of them but I let her be. The next day when the doorbell rang I didn't feel extremely happy but as Juliet would have said, I sucked it up. Mother answered the door, in the doorway stood a girl not much younger then me, I didn't think much of it, I was still wanting to asses the new babysitter. Mother showed her in, I don't know what she was doing.
(Girl's POV)
A lady opened the door who I recognized to be Mrs Fowl."Hello I'm Mrs Fowl just in case you've forgotten," she seemed very sweet and happy. "I'm Margret Angelsmith, please call me Rita," I said, I hated being called Margret, only my mum and dad called me that. "Okay Rita," Mrs Fowl said showing me in. The house was amazing, the architecture of it was beautiful.
She showed me over to a play area where two eight year old boys were playing, I had the feeling that they were different. Of course they were going to be different, everyone is but I got the impression they were extremely different, as different as their hair colours but they seemed to get a long really well though.
"Boys, this is your new babysitter," Mrs Fowl introduced me, "Hi, I'm Rita what's your names?" I asked kneeling to their level and using my normal voice, I know from experience kids hate being talked to in a different voice it makes it seem like they're on a different level. The black haired boy came over to me and said, "I am Myles," very politely, extended his hand for me to shake, so I did. Note to self: Myles acts like an adult, get extension work for him to do, so he doesn't get bored. The blonde one just looked up at me from him spot and said, "I'm Beckett." "And what are you doing right now, Myles, Beckett?" I asked. "We are watching an educational film on etiquette's," said Myles. Note to self: teach them to have fun and learn at the same time."okay, well, why are you watching that?" "Artemis put on for us," Beckett replied, Note to self: normal work for Beckett."And who might Artemis be?" "That would be me," a cold, serious voice said behind me.
(Artemis's POV)
Mother showed this girl to the play area for the twins. Now I'm really confused. The girl was talking to the boys. Mother came up to me, "what do you think of her?" "She's the new babysitter?" I said amazed, it all made sense now. "Yes, she's Margret Angelsmith but said to call her Rita, she seems really nice, she lives just down the road, she's doing her first year at college right now." So she goes to college, I wonder what for?
I looked down the stairs at her, she had to be about half a foot shorter then me, with tanned olive skin showing that Ireland isn't her original home. She had a slim but athletic frame suggesting she kept herself healthy. She had long auburn hair; which was in a braid that ran all the way down her back, except for a side fringe and two tails of hair that framed her face, from that I could tell that her hair was wavy.
I decided I better introduce myself as I was likely going to be one of the only ones at home when she would be working. Just as I got there Beckett said "Artemis put on for us," bad grammar but acceptable. "And who might Artemis be?" the girl asked, now I had a chance, "that would be me," I said.
She turned around, instantly I was looking down into her eyes, large green eyes that looked at the world in awe, seeing beauty in the smallest things, they seemed to stare straight into my soul to that playful, kind side that I tried to hide so well. The green of the hottest flame ready to melt my walls and make me confess all. Gentle, warm, comfortable, sweet, colourful, bright, creative and optimistic, seeking good in everything. Whoever wrote the quote: the eyes are the window to the soul, they had no idea just how true it was.
She got up, I extended my hand, "Artemis Fowl the second, pleased to meet you, Miss Angelsmith."
(Rita's POV)
Okay, you know how I was saying 'I hated being called Margret', I absolutely hate being called 'Miss Angelsmith.' "Please, you don't have to call me that," "Okay, Miss Margret," Okay I am not getting through to this guy.
This said guy was about half a foot taller then me, with pale white skin, definitely Irish. He was slim and not very muscular, it looked as if he didn't get out much for exercise or sun for that matter. He had short black straight hair and ice blue eyes. Those eyes analyzed everything, searching for the faults in them, enough to make me shiver to the bone, what if one of those faults was me? Cold, serious, smart, seeing things in black and white, a weariness of trusting others but in those eyes, behind that ice, I saw deep blue waters of a playful, kind side he seemed to want to hide. All that from one look I know, that quote: the eyes are the window to the soul, whoever came up with it, really knew what they were talking about.