Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl and his associates, as much as I would love too. Unfortunately, he and his associates belong to Eoin Colfer :(

This is my first fan fiction, though I have written one with my friend, who has posted them on this website. It's one where we have people torturing Luke from Heroes. Great times, great times :)

Anyhow...I'd like some constructive criticism. No flames, because I'm one of those types who will get severely annoyed with anyone who does flame me. Yep, that is not something you want to see. It involves me eating you with a spork...only a fun experience for me, I'm guessing... (:

Artemis Fowl smirked at the hi-tech computer before him. It was a new model, and he was the first to get it- though he hadn't been given it. Artemis was rarely given things- he preferred to steal them, though he had become...better behaved, due to recent happenings, and stole a lot less more than he used to. But this opportunity he hadn't been able to let pass him by. He had to be the first to have it-he was Artemis Fowl, wasn't he? He always got his own way, always got what he wanted.

And now he had his sights set on something else, something new...something he just had to have. And he had no doubts that he would have it, oh no. He just had to figure out how to get it, how to set about on his way. He sighed a little, resting his chin on his hands, which were propped up on to the computer desk before him, before quickly taking his head off his hands. This wasn't a correct movement, not something he was used to. He wasn't the boy who had to stop and think- usually plans just formed in his head. But he had an idea he knew why his brain seemed reluctant to help him, and he sighed again, jolting up only when he heard a knock at the door, loud and harsh.

'Come in.' He called briskly, straightening himself and patting down his ebony black suit, getting rid of imaginary specks of dust. The door flung open, and a large, well-built Eurasian man walked in, a holster, supporting a gun, perched on his hard shoulder.

'Ah, Butler...Have you heard from Foaly?'

The man- Butler- nodded once, his face sombre. Maybe he could talk some sense into the boy. 'Artemis...I know how much you want this...jewel. But really...these are your friends. Do you really want to do this to them?'

Artemis pressed his thin lips together, so they became a pale line across his face. This was the reason as to which he couldn't think of a plan. The 'jewel' he wanted- known as the Star of the Sea- was kept in Haven City, the fairies underground. He knew that the fairies treasured the jewel- but he wanted it, as much as he hated to do this to them. Yes, he supposed they were friends, though he had never counted himself as a boy who had friends. He had had many adventures, and fights with them. Even when they had wiped his memory clean, so he couldn't remember them, he had found a way to bring himself to remember, so that he never had to forget them. And now here he was...trying to think up a plan to steal something off them. He groaned inwardly and swung his chair around, so his back was facing Butler.

'Yes, Butler. I am doing this, and you know all too well you cannot stop me.' he frowned lightly, at the computer screen before him, before turning to face Butler again, his posture re composed. 'Has Foaly given us permission to use one of the fleet?' By this he meant, had the centaur given them access to one of his newly refurbished methods of transport, a shuttle type object which took them through the fairy underground, to Haven City.

Butler nodded once. Foaly knew nothing about what Artemis was up too- but, because they were now 'friends', he trusted the boy, and just thought he wanted to visit the fairies, Holly, Trouble, Grub, Mulch. Artemis felt a twinge of guilt when he realized that Foaly now trusted him, but he hid it hurriedly, giving a short nod to Butler, as way of acknowledging he understood.

Captain Holly Short practically danced around the lab where Foaly was busy working on some new machinery, singing a little, a song she'd made up on the spot.

'Holly, please.' Foaly groaned, irritatedly. 'I'm busy here. Why are you even here?'

'Artemis is coming!' Holly rolled her eyes, stopping for one moment. 'It's a cause for celebration, right?'

Foaly grimaced. 'Right.' He didn't actually believe this. The boy prodigy always had something or other up his sleeve, and he doubted this would be any different to the last time. Something was bound to happen, and it was bound to be the boy's fault. But he wasn't going to burst Holly's bubble just yet- she was still finding it hard, at times, when she remembered Julius Root. He hadn't seen her this happy in a while.

Holly peered over his shoulder. 'Whatcha working on there?' she glanced down at the misshaped piece of metal in his hand curiously.

'A new type of bug.' Foaly commented, glancing down at it. It was in the shape of a dragonfly, and he was hoping, that with the right machinery it would become lifelike. Except the machinery was expensive and Commander Kelp was reluctant to give Foaly the money for it. Though, everyone had to admit, it Foaly's bug idea worked, it would put them above many people, many criminals. It would make it all the easier for them to catch the mastermind criminals. The bug was designed to be almost lifelike, with tiny cameras and microphones installed in it. It could fly, it was waterproof, bulletproof...it was practically indestructible. Foaly just needed the money to create the first prototype and they'd be good to go.

'Ah.' Holly grinned toothily. 'Can I be the first to test it when it's done? Please? Pretty please?' she smiled at him sweetly and he sighed, nodding. Anything to keep her quiet. She cheered and threw her arms around him in a hug. 'Thanks Foaly...' she grinned again.

Foaly glanced at her worriedly. She was certainly more exuberant than usual. Artemis seemed to have a pronounced effect on her. He sighed a little, before glancing back down at the thing in his hand and scratching his chin thoughtfully. He actually hoped, for Holly's sake, that Artemis wasn't planning to do something to his usual standards. Hopefully this really was a friendly call. Foaly grimaced as he tried to push the edge of doubt to the back of his mind, focusing instead on the bug, as Holly danced around again, cheering and shouting' Artemis is coming!' at the top of her tiny little lungs, before she darted out of the lab and down the corridor.

Finally, almost as he had started to give up hope, a plan was starting to form in the prodigy's mind. It was brilliant, perhaps one of his greatest plans yet. He couldn't wait to put it into action, his doubts about doing this to his 'friends' now gone, as a smile spread across his face. Butler watched him, his brow furrowed. He recognized that smile. Artemis had a plan. And one thing was certain; his plans never failed.

As I said, I would love some constructive criticism. It's a little short, I think. But, yeah. CRITISICM. Should I continue? Or let it DIE?

I won't hurt you. Unless you flame me :(

Really, I'm nice.

I swear it (: