Bonjour! This is a story that was originally by Ebony Raine. But she's handed it over to me. I'm going to continue her story, her legacy, her…
Voice in my head: Dude! It's a story! Anyway, here you go. By the way I'll be continuing her work. She has written the first 6 chapters.
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"Hello, Mr. Fowl, I'll be your nurse/doctor for the duration of your stay here," a young woman read off her clipboard as she walked into the private room of her patient. Well, maybe 'young woman' wouldn't be the right word. The nurse had a long white shirt on that reached mid-thigh and buttoned up like the stereotypical chef's shirt, even having the top two bottoms undone. Underneath that she had white pants that hugged her thighs and backside but flared out slightly at the knee. Her shoes were, as you can guess, white and had a slight heel. They looked like boots from what her audience could tell. She had a classic nurse's hat on top of her straight, purple-streaked black hair. Her hair reached to about mid-back though her bangs brushed her shoulders. Strangely enough, her purple streaks matched her eyes, which were a deep, psychic-shaded purple. While possessing a well developed body, her face showed she was no older than thirteen.Her announcement was met with strange stares
"You're going to be taking care of my husband?" the recently sane Angeline Fowl asked disbelievingly.
"Yes," the young nurse answered slowly. "If that makes you uncomfortable I can request another nurse for you at the front desk," she offered.
While Angeline looked ready to smack the person who assigned her husband a thirteen-year-old nurse and scream until her demands were met, Artemis Sr. simply waved her off and said,
"I have no problem with that young woman."
"Oh, yes, I never gave you my name, did I?" The nurse laughed. "My name's Artemis Stone, though everyone calls me 'Missy.'"
Juliet giggled. "What's so funny?" Missy asked.
"Apparently you didn't read Mr. Fowl's first name," the blonde answered.
After a quick glance at her clipboard, Missy too laughed. "OK, that is a bit funny," she admitted. "Wait a minute, 'the first'? Who's Artemis Fowl the second?"
In answer to her question, Juliet pointed to a pale youth with black hair to his collar and cold, piercing blue eyes. He wore a two-piece black Armani suit, complete with black tie and handmade loafers. His eyes had a sort of hidden intelligence about them even though he seemed no older than twelve. "That's Artemis Fowl the second," Juliet said, "Though me and his parents just call him 'Arty,'" she continued, causing everyone who knew the vampric child well to widen their eyes in shock as his cheeks took on a slight pink tint, though Butler got over it quickly.
"Arty? That's cute," Missy said as she dug around in her nurse's bag, oblivious to the room's shocked atmosphere. "Open, please." She shoved a thermometer in Fowl Sr.'s mouth and scribbled its information on her clipboard. She then took his blood pressure and pulse rate and quickly wrote their data down too. "And now for the standard questions," she said mock-cheerfully. "OK, any pain?" At Fowl I's negative she continued. "Anything unusual, like unexplained fatigue, random illness?" At the second negative she plowed on. "Now, I could go through these questions that you probably don't want to hear ever ever again, so I'll do this. Scale of 1 to 10, how badly do you think you need to stay here?"
"I'd go with six, I don't feel like going home without my new leg," the elder Fowl answered.
"I'm gonna pretend I heard 'eight' and keep you here until you feel like going home," Missy smiled. "I mean, you really shouldn't leave with those pains in your leg bothering you."
Catching on, Fowl I said, "I appreciate that nurse."
"Please, I'm young enough to be your daughter, call me 'Missy.' Though I warn you now, no calling me 'Artemis.' For one, there's too many here anyway, for another, I hate that name, and I gotta cousin who know's a guy. I doubt I could get the big guy," Missy gestured to Butler, "but I'm pretty sure I could get the rest of you." She smiled to show she was joking when she heard Butler crack his knuckles.
A few people laughed at Butler's reaction while Missy just copied down the information the annoyingly beeping machine's displayed.
"Well," Missy said as she shoved the small amount of supplies she'd pulled out back into her bag and clicked her pen, "that's all I need for right now. Hungry? I'm about to head for the kitchens."
"No, thank you," her patient replied. "Angeline brought some food from home. No offense, but the food here is. . ." He struggled for a polite way to say what he needed to.
"It's OK. I don't like the food much either. I'm a vegetarian and the hospital's fruits are organically grown, I know because I grow them, so that's all I eat from this place," Missy assured. "Anyway, I should probably leave before Jason realizes I'm in this room, so if a boy about 15 years old with sandy hair and brown eyes comes in here looking for me, lie." That said, she waved at her patient and his family and left for the hospital's kitchen.
No one knew what to say after that, so it was a bit of a blessing when, 10 minutes later, a boy fitting the description Missy had given them walked into the Fowl's rooms.
"Missy's your nurse right?" he asked. At the affirmative he continued. "Do you know where she is? She usually tells her patients where she goes when she leaves."
Before anyone else had a chance to answer, Artemis stated clearly, "She went to call her boyfriend about dinner reservations."
The smile the brunette had been wearing slid off and he mumbled, "Oh. Well, I'd better get back to my dad. He's a doctor here and gets pretty crazy when he doesn't see me three feet away. Thanks." He turned and left, not noticing the shocked glances shot at the Fowl heir.
When he left, Artemis II, who had been forcibly ignoring the looks directed at him by examining his manicured nails, barely glanced at his parents before saying as if it were obvious, "Well she said 'lie.'"
A corner of Butler's mouth went up a fraction and Juliet laughed along with Fowl Sr. though Angeline Fowl looked at Artemis.
"She might not have a boyfriend, so when she's asked about him she'll have no clue what's going on," she admonished.
"I'm sure father will tell her, won't you?" He turned to his father who looked as if he'd rather not be dragged into the discussion.
"Of course I will," the elder Fowl answered, darting his eyes between the door and his wife as if determining whether or not he could make it.
Angeline huffed, her husband sighed in relief, Juliet giggled, Artemis continued to examine his nails, and Butler looked silently at it all thinking, I liked it better with the goblins.
OK, end of the super-short chapter 1. I'll have the next, hopefully longer, chapter out soon. Now, this is my first Artemis Fowl fanfic, so please be nice and review. Even if it's just to say, 'It's OK, I'm gonna order pizza now.' Please! I'll love you forever.