A/N: Okay, this is the sequel to Arranged Love. So if you didn't read that, get off this page and read that first. For those of you who did read it, this has almost nothing to do with Arranged Love. It sort of revolves around Arty and Holly's baby. But we see a tiny bit of Adriana in a later chapter, plus some more of my colorful originals. Note: One is a bit foulmouthed. Just a heads up. If her dialog seems offensive, please let me know. I think I might have to change the rating to an M for her language. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own barely anything. I'm broke, as usual. I own the plot, the Fowl babe, and my three originals. The rest belong to the Irish guy named Eoin Colfer.

Lower Elements, 1:19, Same Day We Left Off

The young girl sat calmly in the chair she was bound to. The metal cuffs on her wrists, neck and ankles were almost too tight to breath, but she pretended not to notice. Her long black hair hung limp and dirty around her shoulders, and her earth green eyes were closed in annoyance.

In most ways, she looked entirely human. She was four feet in height, with tanned skin. Though she was extremely short for a human. But to the trained eye, she was much more then just a mud girl. Her ears were slightly pointed; she bore no scars at all. And around her neck, though it was usually covered by cloth, was a tiny golden volume, written in gnomish.

"Ivory Powell. On this day, November 22, at 1:20pm, you are to be terminated by lethal injection." The elf speaking looked her in the eyes. "Please understand. Your death will provide lasting protection to the people. The mud men cannot know of us. Surely you realize that."

She looked down at him, her face was emotionless. But when she spoke, her voice quivered with anger. "I am part mud man, yes. But I am also part fairy. And I should not have to die for what is out of my control. Nor should have my parents, for their choice of lover."

The elf frowned. "You are a half-breed. You will never be accepted by fairies. And humans will notice you do not age. They will discover us. That is why you, and all like you, must die."

She glared at him. "I may not belong anywhere, but still. I chose to live."

At that moment, smoke poured from every crack and vent in the room. The elves coughed viciously and sank to their knees. Katherine waited patiently, her breathing shallow. If they didn't come…

But a few seconds later, she felt small hands open her shackles. "Come on Ives." A voice murmured. "And do try being more careful! We can't save you all the time."

Gritting her teeth at the remark, Ivory followed the other half-breed out of the room, and into the dark streets of Haven City.

Fowl Manner, 12:30, About Nine Months Later

"What about Tatiana?"

"Tatiana? Where the hell did you come up with that? Anyway, Tatiana is a girl's name!"

"So is Artemis, but you don't hear me complaining."

Holly rolled her eyes, holding her two month old son closer to her. "Arty, this is ridiculous! Our baby is eight weeks old, and he still doesn't have a name! How about Rowan?"

Artemis wrapped his arms around her. "Rowan Artemis Fowl? Hmm, maybe."

She glared at him. "What do you mean 'maybe'? Why is it you refuse to agree with any of my ideas for a name?"

He leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss. "I agreed with Artemis for the middle name."

She smiled. Shifting the baby onto one arm, she gripped the back of Artemis' neck, pulling him into a much deeper kiss.

A few minutes later, Butler walked in. He stood there for a few seconds, hoping they would notice him. When they didn't, he cleared his throat loudly. "Artemis." He said awkwardly. "Your parents are about to leave."

Artemis pulled away from Holly reluctantly. "Thank you Butler." He stood and walked out the door.

He walked down the stairs, remembering the time he carried Adriana up them. He smiled slightly. She was gone for good now. If the circumstances had been different, they might have become friends. Last he heard, she had been married to a boy in Puerto Rico. Well, at least she was able to stay where she was welcome.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs he smiled. His parents were standing at the doors with Juliet. She was on a two week vacation from her wresting tour, and had volunteered to drive Mr. and Mrs. Fowl to the airport. They were going to a spa in Peru for two weeks.

Angeline smiled at Artemis when she saw him. "There you are Arty! I was worried we wouldn't get to say goodbye."

He nodded and embraced her. "Do not worry mother. About anything. Butler has secured the perimeter around Fowl Manner, and will be watching us all the while you are gone. Nothing can go wrong."

A/N: Uh oh. Arty said the magic words. Next chappie out soon. Please review.