A/N- so this is a little idea that popped into my head awhile ago and morphed into what you see before you. I hope you like it.

Artemis ran through the London Street his heart bumping his ribcage in a painful manor. In order to remain breathing stop at the next alleyway. His brain chirped in a voice that sounded remarkably like the GPS Father had installed in the family Bentley. Father. Artemis leaned against the wall of the ally and closed his eyes. No. Not Father anymore. That man wasn't his father he wasn't the man that he had saved from the Russian mob. Artemis slid down the ruff of the brick wall into a puddle. He looked at his torn T-shirt and jeans and sighed.

Fowl Manor-Four Months ago

Artemis was sitting on the couch 'reading'. But he wasn't reading not really in reality he was listing, obsessing. Father would be home soon. He was all too aware of how very soon father would be home. He pulled his suit cuff down to hide the unsightly state of his wrists nobody wanted to see that. Nobody wanted to see it because nobody wanted to know, not really. That was the reason things like this happened because people never look at ugly things. If they did there wouldn't be anything ugly to look at.

BANG

The door was opened far more forcefully than necessary. Really, all the doors in the house will have to be replaced with pillows at the rate he's going. Artemis sighed he fiddled with his necklace and straitened his suit, no point going into this rumpled seeing how he is definitely going to come out that way. He grabbed a tight hold on his necklace and for the first time he could ever remember doing so Artemis Fowl the second prayed, not to god but to Holly. Captain, Friend, please. I need you. He was still thinking this when his father's belt hit him from behind, knocking him to the floor.

Three

Angeline Fowl was by no means a meek woman. She stood up for what she believed in and that was that. She just wasn't used to standing without her husband backing her. Lately if her husband was standing behind her it was neither supportive nor romantic, it was downright terrifying. She bit her lip and clutched Myles and Becket towards her huddled in the attic she used to sleep in. Slowly methodically she checked them over for bruises. Nope. Why Artemis, Artemis? He never hurt her or the twins, only ever their eldest son. She held them close and rocked them as they listened to the nightly chorus of her eldest son begging.

Two

Butler walked slowly towards his room in Fowl manor hauling his bag along behind him. He had been called back from his three month vacation by Mrs. Fowl. Which was odd because he knew Artemis to be at home. The Fowls were spending family time together after Mrs. Fowl almost died of the craziness a few months past. He understood they all needed a little break after all that…stuff. But he was being called home from his nice little vacation because Artemis 'needed' him according to Mrs. Fowl. Scheming again no doubt, he smiled fondly. Good it was getting boring in the Caribbean. He opened his door looking forward to flopping on his bed to relive himself of his jet lag before Artemis woke him up for god knows what to go god knows where. When he opened the door he found Artemis lying shirtless on his stomach.

"Artemis I need to sleep in the morning we'll-"

"I know can you just…" he motioned to his back which Butler saw was covered in thick painful red welts. "Then you can sleep." Artemis said quietly. Butler ran his large calloused hands over the angry welts. At this point Butler didn't know much but he did know one thing, and that was that someone had wiped Artemis and that it had been more than once it looked to Butler that Artemis had been wiped of the whole duration of the time he'd been gone.

"Artemis-"

"Father."

"What?"

"Father. He did it. Could you please…I'm tired, I'm so so tired Butler." Then Artemis Fowl II in all his cleverness and his ego, Artemis Fowl II the only mud man who had stolen fairy gold and gotten away with it, the boy who pulled off several jewel heists while most thieves his age were stealing gum. Artemis Fowl II the boy who saved the world broke down and cried. Cried in despair of treatment that he didn't deserve, cried in fear of a man he thought loved him and cried with the pure terror of a little boy who's father had hit him. Butler stood in awe unsure of himself, this had not been part of his training.

"Here let's get you cleaned up and into bed." It was all Artemis could do to sniffle pathetically.

One week

Angeline Fowl knew two things thing A) Artemis -her son not that man- was a smart boy not just by the books but had street smarts and had survived on his own -basically she had been there but couldn't really say that she had helped her son stay alive then- when his father went missing and he could survive again if needed and thing B) he couldn't stay, both her and Butler agreed this. The longer he stayed the more he hurt and it was getting worse, at this rate she would only have two living sons' by the end of the week. This information brought her to a painful conclusion and solution to this little problem. Her and Butler had agreed on it. It didn't mean she had to like it.

Five days

Angeline and Butler woke Artemis in the middle of the night quietly drawing him out of bed and dressing him in a plain white shirt and jeans took him to the airport. With a watery explanation Artemis was then given a thousand euro and instructed to get on a plane and runaway. All he did was nod he had seen something like this happing. He kissed his mother shook Butler's hand and walked bravely to the counter, when he turned and they were gone.

"I would like a one way ticket please."

"Sure, sweetie to where?" Artemis was too sad tired and worn out to tell her to not call him sweetie.

"Doesn't matter just away." She seemed unsure.

"Why?"

"How about a hundred euro and you forget the why?" she bit her lip obviously uncomfortable but nodded people could be bought so easily, especially her she could use the money to support she drug habit, She was obviously pouring most of her wages into it going by her nails and shoes. He couldn't quite figure which drug it was, probably heroine since she was injecting it in the inner side of her left elbow- her sleeve was rolled down past her elbow on the left but not the right plus she was shaking minor withdrawal it's been a few hours since her last hit. So drugs. Easy. -. But that wasn't important what was important was where he was going.

"What's leaving within the next hour?"

"Hundreds of flights come and go with in every hour."

"Pick one." She typed at her computer for a moment before handing him his ticket

"Gate 21B. All the way down that way and on the left ."

"Thank you." He paid her and left. He looked down at his ticket London here I come.

Now

Artemis pulled his limbs closer towards himself to warm up he sighed but it came out a chatter of teeth. He then started scrawling quantum equations in the muck just for a distraction. He shivered and curled tighter laying his head on his knees.

"You there!" his head snapped up looking side to side like a nervous rabbit he hoped they weren't talking to him. Don't be talking to me don't be talking to me don't be…a hand rested on his shoulder his body tensed in to a solid mass of muscle.

"I didn't mean to frighten you, what is your name?"

"Oh…I guess I don't have a name anymore…" He didn't. Not one he would use. Artemis. Not his name the name of his father and not one he would ever utter again. She smiled.

My name is Ms. Holmes," she looked down at his equations in the muck, "and I think we will get along just fine. Come with me…Sherlock." Sherlock. Huh, a bit odd but…fitting. Ms. Holmes huh? What have I got to lose? With that thought he went with her.

A/N- so yeah. I will probably get into Mycroft and some explanations of everything next chapter so it will basically be continuing a this which is meant to be a prolog.

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