A/N: Warning, what you are about to see here is Artemis/Minerva. If you do not like this couple run away now. Thank you for reading if you are still here!
Disclaimer: Artemis Fowl and all of its characters belong to Eoin Colfer. I am not claiming them as my own in any way, shape or form.
When butler envisioned Artemis he would see a pale young man, raven hair and, now, mismatched eyes. His posture was perfect, his expression impenetrable. Always having the look of being in control, even if he wasn't; this rarely was the case.
The young man he saw now was in several ways acting against his regular personality, but even the great Artemis Fowl couldn't stop puberty. The genius was pacing back and forth in his room, every once and a while glancing at the phone on the dresser. A nervous worry line etched over his eyes.
"She should have called by now," his voice only in the slightest shaky, "Do you think there is something wrong?"
"No Artemis," Butler replied, "When she called before I told her that she needed to call later since you were busy. Later doesn't have to be a half an hour."
"Yes Butler, you're right," Artemis admitted, but under his breath muttered, "But I wish she would." He took a deep breath and sat down onto his bed. "What should I say?" He mused to himself. Butler's lips held the faintest of smiles. He didn't often see Artemis acting like a regular teenager.
"I'm sure you'll be able to think of something to say, you once told me yourself that communication was no issue for you, more or less."
"True, but for example, if she calls in a couple of minutes. What would you say in this occasion?"
"For starters, hello."
"I'm serious Butler," Artemis sighed and glanced at the phone.
"There are so many things you can talk about, genius-wise. I would start there," Butler suggested.
"Yes that sounds like a good idea. Now all we need is for her to call," Artemis said with a hint of exasperation in his voice.
"You could call her," Butler replied. Artemis jerked his head to look at him.
"Yes, but, well…" the teen stammered, obviously not comfortable with the idea.
"Suit yourself. Would you like a cup of tea for your wait perhaps?"
"Yes, thank you," Artemis replied.
Butler left his room as Artemis looked back at the phone. It was sitting in front of him, almost mocking him with the knowledge that she wouldn't call. Its plastic face also held the sign of "No new messages" with a small computerized smiley face next to it. It was the first time Artemis ever wanted to try to bodily harm a phone. He needed to calm himself. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. After a minute or so he popped one eyelid open. No ring.
'I could just call her,' Artemis thought to himself. He debated the thought for a minute. Making a decision he got off the bed and picked up the cordless phone.
RING!
Artemis jumped a foot in the air, dropping the phone. He hurriedly dropped to the floor to retrieve it. Still on the ground he answered calmly.
"Hello, Fowl residence."
"Ah, Artemis, Butler said I should call."
"Oh, Minerva, I didn't expect a call back so soon," he replied. 'Deep breaths,' he told himself.
"Artemis here's your-" Butler said coming into the room with Artemis' tea. He saw the teen on the floor with the phone to his ear giving him a excuse-me-I'm-on-the-phone look, acting as if talking on the floor was a normal ordeal. Butler leaned down and put the tea beside the boy. Artemis mouthed 'Thanks.' and kept talking. As Butler left the room he muttered with a smile.
"Teens…"