Note: I do not Artemis Fowl or HIVE.
This is set after the original series.
Artemis Fowl sighed heavily as he entered Jerbal Argon's clinic for the fifteenth time. He really didn't need the thin gnome's advice again. He had the highest tested intelligence quotient in Europe, for goodness sake. He didn't need to know about what this dot meant, and what that picture said. It was hard enough pretending that he didn't have the memories with Holly, Foaly and the others. But he wouldn't have to pretend for too much longer, he hoped.
The nitrium door swung open and Jerbal Argon gestured for Artemis to come in. He sat down in a straight-backed birch chair, much unlike Jerbal's comfy velvet one. He looked in a happy mood. "Too bad for him," Artemis thought gleefully.
"So, Artemis. Tell me how you are feeling today."
"I feel like a normal teenage boy. In case you want to know." Artemis smiled smugly. He knew that in Section 26 of Jerbal's book, the Mind of a Mud Man, this was characterised as healing behaviour.
The gnome was cautious. He didn't allow himself to become too disappointed. Artemis was his new favourite patient. He had bought him Holly's respect. Jerbal was sure that Artemis was going to bring in more prizes, especially with the Imp Interconnection. Artemis noted carefully that the source of Jerbal's uncharacteristic joy was his healed leg.
"Tell me about this dot – "
"I see your leg has gotten better, Jerbal."
"I'm glad you noticed," Dr Argon thought, pleased, but a little unnerved. "I got a checkup with a Brazillian mentiroso. He did the most wonderful things to my leg, better than any warlock – "
"And I regret to tell you that the unlawful magic that he put to your leg will wear away right about – now." Artemis smiled smugly. He definitely didn't regret that. Jerbal's face was priceless, a mix of shock and horror. Jerbal howled in pain and clutched blearily at his foot.
"Do you know that mentiroso means liar in Portuguese?" Artemis smiled as he walked out of the door. It swung shut behind him, the mockery reverberating around the room.
Artemis Fowl, former child genius, now normal teenager, stalked out into the artificial light of Haven City.
"No trouble?" asked Butler, his giant Eurasian bodyguard, tense and careful as always. His chest heaved with the strain of his two former chest wounds and his Kevlar chest. Artemis noted this and thought about hiring another bodyguard, as he had for the last year. The problem was, no one else was up to the job, not even Juliet, who was trying for the blue diamond tattoo for the second time. Artemis responded with a slight shake of the head.
"Jerbal was annoying and predictable, as always."
"He'd better stay annoying and predictable, then." Butler insinuated carefully as they approached Police Plaza. Holly was planning to meet them and give Artemis her own recount of events.