Updated and being corrected/rewritten! I have split the chapters up so as to correct them faster, updates are now daily until I get back to where I was before, then possibly weekly... I have changed quite a few scenes, plots and I even added way more Artemis.

Also! I have changed my name! Yes you are not seeing things I really have, thank you for not mentioning it!

GOOD QUESTIONS!

Mary-Sue? Definitely, not a mary-sue, she will NEVER start liking any of the main characters and they won't her, accept her father as a daughter and possibly everyone else, as a FRIEND. No romances! That's why this isn't posted as a romance story.

Troll? No, this is not a troll. I have completed many of the chapters and plan on posting them, about once a week Im thinking, though other suggestions are welcome for sooner.

I am also editing the first few chapters and may be moving the chapters around a bit, sorry for the inconvenience.

Chapter 1

It was a dark rainy day at the manor, Butler was outside checking a car for 'security interests'. Artemis junior had recently ticked off the head of a rather large and dangerous gang and it was Butler's job to keep the family safe, whilst they remained ignorant of the current threats to their lives. The Fowls, at least the parents were waiting by the door. A guest had called just 10 minutes prior to announce her arrival, she had not said why she was coming, or anything other than her name which had turned out to be a social worker from Canada, originally she was from India and her record was pretty clean other than a few unpayed parking tickets. What would a social worker from Canada be doing here?

A soft knock sounded and in came a business-like woman. She was dressed in a soft pink suit that had seen better days, it looked like it was the same suit she'd been wearing since Canada and had taken a nap or three in. Over top her pin skirt, blouse and matching coat, she had on a man's dark trench coat belonging to Butler. She passed back both the coat he had given her and her own, revealing a pretty baby pink blouse, old style with a Victorian neckline. She didn't give Butler a single look, instead she kept her eyes on the Fowls. She didn't lose her frown either, in fact it grew as she pulled out a clipboard from a shoulder-pack to her right. Behind her came a pale kid wearing jeans, a black hoody done almost all the way up, and a jean jacket dark with rain water. The hood covered her head in an attempt to escape the rain, and she bore dark circles of stress and exhaustion under her eyes, she didn't pull the hood down or acknowledge the room in any particular way. She was about thirteen in appearance but despite her age she was almost six feet tall making her tower over the little woman ahead of her.

"Right, Mr...Butler?" She looked at Mr Fowl, Butler was already gone to the coat-rack to hang up both of their coats, he paused momentarily before finishing with the coats. The social worker however, didn't give anyone the chance to say or correct anything. "Five weeks ago, your... er Morissa Clareson, and her husband David Clareson died in a car crash. Leaving behind her four children, one of which is your daughter." She gestured to the kid in a flippant manner. "Now the Clareson grandmother has agreed to take two of the four children due to lack of room and expenses. The eldest is in the army so it is only the one." She gestured once again to the kid. The teenager behind her clearly eyed warily and observantly, from his false leg up to his hair and then to his eyes. "It was Morissa's last wish that you not be disturbed, given your occupation but the situation calls for your 'being bothered' as one might say." She looked amused at herself for a moment before coming back to business.

"She can't stay here," Said Butler from behind them.

The little woman nearly jumped out of her skin as she spun around and looked at the hulking giant. "Excuse me? Who are you."

"I am Butler." The teenager visibly sighed in relief.

"Oh thank God!" The kid was glared at by everyone there. "There is no way my father's under six feet, I had to get this tall from someone and it certainly wasn't my mother's side." There was an awkward silence for a moment before Butler burst out laughing, he certainly remembered her mother now, short as anything, and very petite, he had once seen a photo of her family, not one was above five feet. Then he stopped, oh yes, he remembered Marissa, they had had a fling 18 years ago, and then they had sort of re-met at that cruise the Fowls had taken, how long ago was that? Artemis had been just a new born... so about 14 years ago? It struck him, oh-oh. No way. In shock, his attention was brought back to the social worker who was saying something.

She turned to look at the girl. "...No one else can have her, they either don't have the finances or the room, but I see you should have enough of both so..." She grabbed the girls shoulder and received a loud smack on the wrist for her efforts, with that she gave a tense smile. "She's all yours" It was clear the worker wanted to be rid of the brat and soon, they obviously didn't like each other. She clicked a pen open before it had even reached the clipboard with the papers and passed it to Butler. "Just sign here, here, there..."

"There has to be somewhere else she can go, Marissa had more than seven brothers and sisters, over thirty cousins not one of them can take her?" He asked as his hand seemed to sign the papers of their own accord. The girl flipped the page to another page and pointed for his signature.

"Nope." He didn't even read what he was absent-mindedly signing.

"Well Im sorry but I can't take her-" He was about to mention his sister who was currently staying in North America after finishing a ring of tournaments last week. She was due for a visit soon and could take the kid. He started at the thought, he didn't even know her name yet, he wasn't even sure she was his, but he was pretty sure she was, at least, she looked the part.

Suddenly the kid was in his face, so fast that he blinked in surprise, a hard feet to accomplish by anyone. "Look, you can't send me away like a parcel. I haven't slept in three day! I have traveled to Mexico, to Spain, to England, back to America, to Scotland to -where on earth am I?" Before the social worker could find it on the clipboard, -to his horror she actually had to check just what country they were in- the answer came from in front of them. The temporarily forgotten Fowl parents.

"Ireland" Said Angeline from the staircase.

"To Ireland, I send out 43 Christmas cards every year to family members, you know how many I've been sent to? 45, this is ridiculous" She spoke with such anger and personality that she resembled Juliette perfectly, no blood test needed, he knew that face anywhere. "Man up, curse whatever god, in whatever religion you believe in and give me a room! Ill give you a moment to curse your lazy stupidity fifteen years ago." She left out the door then, without a backward glance. The room was silent, and Butler contemplated giving the brat a good hard spanking for her mouth, but then, he didn't want their relationship to start with a spanking. She wasn't gone long, in fact she barely had to leave the doorway, her stuff had already been brought to the door by the taxi driver. She slung the backpack over one shoulder and balanced a large heavy-looking douffle bag in the other hand. It became apparent that she wasn't going anywhere when the lady made for the door, papers mostly unsigned. In her hurry, she didn't care if he never signed the rest. She had traveled the world with that brat, and every time she tried to drop her off, the relative gave some fickle excuse or simply, never came home or answered the phone. With each refusal, the kid had gotten more and more mouthy and vicious, it didn't help that they had disliked each other from the very first meeting. No she didn't pity the kids predicament she just wanted away from the brat. There was no training in the world that helped someone deal with a kid like that.

"Wait!" Yelled Butler through the door. The lady ran for it, and the cab took off full speed with a screech from the tires. Slowly he turned around, she had her back to him. She hadn't moved an inch.

"Honey, I think, Butler requires a moment..." Angeline took her husbands hand and they went up the stairs. "She can stay in the room adjacent to your own." He hadn't even known she knew where he slept.

They were left alone together. He turned to face her, she looked like a mix of his mom and his sister, there was no mistaking it, she was even as tall as he was when he was her age. "Come." He lead the way down a hall or two, up a set of stairs. She barely payed any attention. "You have a name?" From around a corner she thought she saw twin pairs of eyes peek then disappear before she could make them out, a shiver crawled up her spine and she had to fight down the urge to shudder it out.

"Clareson" She answered, she turned back to him, just in time to run into him, he had stopped. It was apparent they were there, he turned to her and she jumped back, he gave her a slow once-over look then opened the door, and she peeked in. It had a bed, and under furniture coverings she made out a nightstand, and a little rug at the side to keep your feet warm when you got out of bed. She walked in, no closet but instead a dresser with a mirror, which were both covered with white sheets to save them from dust. The walls were a soft blue but otherwise it had no personality at all, it was a far cry from her colourful room at home. She put her bags on the rug and fell into the bed.

Butler watched her drop her bags down from the door jam, the bed was bare, and the furniture, covered. He left for the closet down the hall, which had extra blankets and sheets. When he returned she was already in bed, fully clothed and apparently asleep. Hadn't slept in three days she said, she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks and the stress of it clung to her face gravely. She hadn't removed any of the coverings for the furniture, hadn't even taken off her hiking boots or pulled down her hood or even taken off her jacket. He contemplated what to do with the stranger, then hesitantly threw the blanket over her and put the sheets on the dresser after taking off the covering, he took all the coverings off, she didn't stir once. He went back to his duties for the rest of the evening.

So how did you like it? Were there any inconsistencies? Was it an easy read or a hard one? Did the plot pick up your interest? Please know that this story is not only about Butlers' daughter, it has Artemis and Butler and everyone else in it as well and they will be doing their own plots and schemes. :)

So please R&R. This was not meant as an OOC (Out of Character) story so if there is anything you could never see the characters doing please feel free to speak up. For Butler, I believe that is how he would react to a sudden surprise like that, at least I've seen a lot of people meet their fathers and vice-versa and that is more what their meeting is like, based off what I have seen in similar situations, Butler doesn't seem the type to demand a paternity test right off if you get what I mean.

Thanks for your time and thank you for reading my story!

~BloodInkLilacQuill

Updated! After getting some good criticism I have updated my story following the advice from my first two reviewers. I want to thank them now with a private message that everyone can see. :)'

Tiasanaa: She's almost as tall as he was, to keep her a like to Butler. She is more around six feet not seven though. (Before you say 'thats impossible' please know that I was 5'6 at the age of fourteen, and I was not even the tallest in the history of the tall fourteen-year-old in my family which does include one 6'6 uncle who has been the same height since he was eleven.)
Scheme (For my intents and purposes,) means and I quote, 'an elaborate and systematic plan of action'
hope this helps :) And as for the grammar, is my grammar bad to you? Perhaps its my accent? Canadian... Anyways, don't like it? Become my Beta Reader! Or change your accent to Canadian... but I think Beta Reader would be easier...

FoalyWinsForever: No this is not a troll, in fact most of the chapters are completed already and simply need polishing, though if you would like, you can be my beta reader to ensure good quality and the use of shorter words, :)

MtzBen: Of course I love a good criticism, you made me realize that my shift button was broken, see with every criticism you learn something new. Every sentence, isn't that a bit dramatic? But I get the picture, I got really inspired to write this story and I wanted to get as much done as I could then I uploaded it and corrected the mistakes. It was the uploading and correcting that did me in, LOL

Todd: Always a pleasure

Cielo Crimson: Thanks! We Pm'd and so all's good now ;)

NothingPersonal: Issues, Dilemmas = tomato, uh... tomAto I just write how my spell check tells me ;D

Thank you for the reviews guys n girls!

BloodInkLilacQuill