Hey! Gray Jedi 4000 here. Okay, this has been running around my head for a while, and I decided to start writing it. So, yea. Here it is. I don't own Artemis Fowl or Star Wars, and there may be OOC moments. It's set between Arctic Incident and Eternity Code.

Artemis walked into the psychologist's room. Surprisingly, Dr. Po was not there. Instead, there was a tall, African American by the looks of him, man seated in Dr. Po's chair. He was bald and had an expression that would have made Artemis fear him if he wasn't so smart. There was a coldness in the man's eyes. The coldness of a murderer.

"Hello, Artemis. I am Dr. Windu, your new psychologist."

"What, may I ask, brought on this development?"

"I heard Dr. Po needed a little bit of help, and, frankly, I am quite interested in you, Artemis Fowl the Second. Perhaps a more in-depth introduction is in order."

"I am Artemis Fowl the Second, genius."

"I am Dr. Mace Windu, criminal psychologist and expert on getting answers out of anyone."

Ah, a challenge. But this would be over soon.

"So, Dr. Windu, shall we begin?"

"Yes. What is your take on the problem?"

Artemis was (slightly) surprised. Psychologists usually never asked your opinion, just facts. The child genius, despite himself, decided to be straight with him. Later, he would wonder why he had decided that.

"With all due respect, my mind cannot be dissected. I do not know why my mother insists on sending me to these ridiculous appointments."

Dr. Windu fixed him with a cold smile, not unlike Artemis' own. "Oh, your mind can be dissected. No-one else has had the tools yet to do it." The words sent a chill down Artemis' spine. "Now, what I want you to do is to lay back and close your eyes and say the first word that comes to mind."

Artemis scoffed. "That is ridiculous. I do not have the time to waste."

"You will do as I say, Artemis Fowl." The coldness had crept back into Dr. Windu's voice, sending a shiver down Artemis' spine. That primal part of Artemis' mind shivered and tried to make Artemis shrink away. He would not let it.

The boy genius laid back and closed his eyes. "I hope this will not take long. I have important matters to attend to."

"Let us begin. Force."

"Stress."

Dr. Windu paused for a minute, and Artemis had the distinct feeling that the psychologist was probing him somehow. Which was ridiculous.

"Holly."

Artemis was caught. He almost said "Short," but stopped himself in time. Instead he said "Ilex aquifolium." (AN: that's the scientific name for holly.)

"You're lying."

"Hmm?" Artemis acted indifferent, but on the inside he was tense. Very tense.

"You were going to say Short."

"Was I?" The boy genius' mask was still in place, though it now had a lot more to hide.

"Do not play games with me, Fowl. I know of the fairy race. I know of your involvement with both the seemingly quite profitable kidnapping of LEPrecon officer Holly Short and your involvement with stopping the Bwa'Kell uprising."

This has become a lot more serious. Artemis needed to know how he knew. And he seemed to know Artemis' every move. There was only one way. Slowly, ever so slowly, he mentally reached out and touched Dr. Windu's mind with his own. He sensed nothing. Shielding. But every shie-

"Ah. I see you have harnessed your sensitivity. Somewhat."

Sensitivity? He knows! This was getting more dangerous by the second. Wait. Sensitivity to what?

This time, he could quite literally hear Dr. Windu's thoughts projected to his own head. Sensitivity to the Force.