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Hey guys, the more reviews I get the faster I update. Even a 'That was ok.' Brightens my day when I open my mailbox. Ok, here it is, the next chapter.
Oh, right. Disclaimer. Astoundingly enough, I don't own Artemis Fowl or anything affiliated with the character in question.
Holly lived in a small airy flat a ten minute walk from Police Plaza.
"You know I've never been here before," said Trouble, as she unlocked the door.
"You know," replied Holly. "I've never been to your place either."
"You should be glad."
After the five room tour (kitchen, lounge, bathroom/laundry, Holly's extremely messy bedroom and the tiny, tiny office) both elves sat down to enjoy some vole curry and late night TV.
"Boring," said Holly, flicking to another channel. On it was a horror movie about a possessed pixie.
"I've seen this." Trouble told her.
"Any good?"
"Better than nothing."
Both elves fell into a stupor that was woken by someone bashing loudly on the door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Yawned Holly, expecting Mulch.
She opened it to find a short woman in a floral dress.
"Are you Miss Short?" she asked.
"Well, I guess. It's Major now. Uh, who are you?"
"Well, I'm Trouble's mummy. Have you seen him? He hasn't come home."
Holly was sure she heard Trouble diving under an item of furniture.
She blinked. "Uh, no, I haven't seen Commander Kelp all day. Something about-"
"I found his jacket on the floor."
Mrs. Kelp held up Troubles jacket, which contained at least eight forms of ID, barring the Commander acorns on the lapel and monogram.
"He had...he gave that…to Lilli, his secretary, yes, to get it dry cleaned. And Lilli gave it to me because she has a date."
"But I wash Trubbys jacket!"
Hiding a snicker, Holly continued to bluff. "Perhaps it's a tough stain. Or something."
"A personal stain?"
How on earth would that kind of stuff get on a jacket? Holly thought.
"Mrs. Kelp, what are you implying?"
Mrs. Kelp gave Holly a funny look.
"You think me-me and the Commander? I barely know Tr-Commander Kelp."
"You were friends before your disappearance."
"Colleagues would be more appropriate term. Sorry, but it is late-"
"Hmmm. Well. I'm sure he'll be home soon. Good evening, Major Short."
Holly shut the door quietly, then burst out laughing. "She washes your clothes?"
"Little help." Said Trouble, who was stuck under the couch. Holly grabbed his hand and pulled.
"No, she just chucks my clothes in with Grubs."
At the same second they realised they were both holding hands. Holly snatched hers back.
"Yeah, I'm tired." She said suddenly. "Night."
"Do you know where Holly is?" Trouble asked Foaly. "She's not answering at home or the office."
Foaly scratched his head. "I hate to tell you Trouble, but Holly, she's missing."
"Holly." Said Trouble, waking up suddenly. He got off the couch and looked out the window. Dawn.
He stretched and was looking for his shirt (1) when Holly came in silently.
"What you looking for?"
Trouble dropped his pillow. "Shirt."
"Obviously. Breakfast?"
1. Just to clarify, he was wearing pants, you dirty, dirty minded person.
That was one of the crappest things I've ever written, because I have vampires on the brain at the moment (I'm reading Peeps) and a line from it was going through my head, 'Wow, all the awkwardness of a one night stand and none of the sex.'
Anyway, I'm out of practice with writing romance so we'll call this a test.
The next chapter is a lot better, with Chix and Lilli and possible pashing.
To clarify again, the little itallicky paragraph is a dream, but not the plain text under it.
Ok? Done? Got a minute? Review!
Nicola.
