Blue Moon, Blue Eyes (Rewritten)

By: Aubrie1234

Am I dead? I feel like I should be dead. Everything hurts. And I think there's a breathing tube in my throat. Someone's trying to keep me alive. Wonderful.

His thoughts were scattered about as he tried to regain consciousness. Slowly, his senses began to return, and he wished he couldn't feel anything at the moment. His whole body felt like it was enveloped in a dull throbbing, aching all over as if he'd been thrown about and bashed like a rag doll. Maybe he had. He couldn't quite remember. His hearing returned and he could hear breathing and machines and for some reason it all made him feel skittish. If his facial muscles worked, he would've winced at the loudness of everything. His sense of smell returned and everything smelled all too much like he was in a hospital or someplace similar and it didn't make him feel much better. Taste came back and he could taste blood in his mouth. He had bitten down on his tongue or worse? And finally, movement and sight was returned to him as he opened his eyes. Immediately he closed them, wincing at the bright light above. It gave him a terrible headache. Was he hungover? It would explain a lot if he was, despite his only alcoholic experience being the single drink he took just before the Bio-Bomb.

"Artemis?" The voice was loud and booming to his ears. With a sound that was supposed to be a yelp he covered his ears with his hands.

Tooloudtooloudtooloud- Thunderous footsteps came closer and he looked over to see a small person approaching his bed, a worried look on its face.

"Artemis?" The voice was lower this time, more manageable to his ears. Was that his name? Despite all the vivid color and loud sounds and sharp smells he felt like he was swimming through a thick fog, brain still trying to catch up to everything. He uncovered his ears and blinked. He sniffed the air. The creature smelled like pine needles and moss. Calming. The creature frowned when it got no response.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" He blinked again, shook his head. He shouldn't have done that. His head hurt again. If his mind wasn't so muddled he was sure he'd know the being. They seemed familiar.

Pointy ears? He tilted his head and reached out a finger. The being seemed to freeze and gave him a disbelieving look as he touched the pointy tips of its ears, as if he was testing his finger on a pin.

"Tell me you're not being serious. The magic must be messing with your head right now. You wouldn't do this if you knew what was going on." The being shook its head to make him stop touching and looked him right in the eyes, "Sleep." That actually seemed like a great idea right now...

Holly watched as Artemis fell asleep again on his bed. She looked at his hand, which had fallen back onto the bed. Already his nails were sharp as knives. One wrong move and he could've cut her ear and she didn't want to deal with that at the moment. She'd used about half her magic healing him the night before. She ghosted her fingers over his closed eyes. When she'd healed him, he'd been left with long scars across his eyes, but now the scars were gone. That was werewolf magic for you. It healed every wound and scar except for the cursed mark and certain others that would become scars regardless of the creature's healing ability. She unwrapped the bandages around his neck and saw faint scars but was sure they'd be gone soon, too.

It was only because of the alarm around the window that they'd gotten to Artemis in time. By then the moonrunner had gone. After healing Artemis she'd chased after it but quickly lost it. It hadn't killed Artemis, it had only wanted to curse him. Why didn't they realize that? It made both Holly and Butler feel ashamed that they hadn't done more to protect Artemis. Foaly had tried to console her.

"How could we have known that it'd go straight for Fowl's Room? We didn't, even I didn't see that coming. Holly, you can't change what happened, all you can do is help him."

"Help him get himself killed, you mean." Foaly had no response. As she'd told Artemis and Butler, werewolves weren't tolerated by the People. Artemis would be subjected to the punishment because of what he'd become. It was for everyone's own good, but that didn't make her feel any better. In fact, it made her feel worse. The only good thing about it was that Foaly was trying to keep Artemis' new 'condition' a secret from the rest of the LEP. It wouldn't last long, they had to come up with a plan for him and fast. Holly may not have liked Artemis, but she wasn't going to let him die.

Leaving the room, Holly went to look for Butler. Juliet wasn't at the manor for some reason and Angeline, despite her return to sanity, didn't leave her room often. That suited Holly just fine, it allowed her to move around without being seen. She headed to the camera room where she was sure Butler was. She wasn't wrong to do so, as she had the feeling Butler now had his own score to settle with the mysterious moonrunner.

"How was he?" Butler didn't look away from the screens.

"He was awake, but I think the werewolf magic was addling his brain." Holly pulled herself up to sit on the arm of the chair Butler was using, "He'll be back to normal once everything sorts itself out."

"I see." All was quiet for a moment.

"...What do we do with him?" Holly began, "As long as there aren't any reports made about werewolf attacks or sightings, then the LEP won't know that Artemis is a werewolf. That means he can't spend time in the forest."

"I think the room where you 'stayed' could hold him." Holly winced. She'd thought about it and knew that the concrete room with the steel door was perfect for holding in a werewolf, but it didn't make her feel any better for Artemis. He didn't deserve to be caged up like that, even if it was for his own good.

"We can do that until we think of something better." Butler nodded. He didn't trust himself to speak, for he didn't think they could find a better way to hold Artemis.

He opened his eyes again and sat up, pulling the tube out with ease despite the slight pain and began looking around. Finally, he remembered everything that had happened and he felt quite embarrassed about what he'd done with Holly. He also felt terrified. He looked at his hands. He saw the sharp nails, not quite claws. He scratched his arm and watched as the wound sealed up in seconds, but it made him feel hungrier than he already was, and he was starving. He got up and stretched a little. The soreness he had before was now mostly gone, if just waiting under the surface. As he did so, he felt something bump against his chest and pulled it out of his shirt. It was the coin Holly had given him. In the center, on the rim of the hole, there was a nick. He wondered if it had been made when the werewolf bit him and one of its teeth nicked the coin. He let it fall back into his shirt. At the moment, it didn't really matter. He needed to eat and he needed to do it now. He left the room and felt the carpet under his bare feet. It made him feel like he was stalking his prey instead of heading to the kitchen. He didn't like this so he sped up his pace. At the top of the stairs, he looked down.

Boring. Artemis thought, then started. Going down the stairs shouldn't have been boring. But then he found himself taking them three at a time and growling in delight. Everything was wrong but it somehow felt right. He wasn't confined, he was running, he was stalking. If only he had fur, then he'd feel the wind flowing through it and that'd be more fun. He crouched when he landed and ran on all fours to the kitchen, skidding to a stop once he got there, his claws on hands and feet digging in to stop his momentum.

Mother will hate the marks I made in the floor. he thought, but he found he didn't care.

Fun fun fun fun! Another part of his mind said. Was he going mad? He ripped open the fridge door and began devouring any piece of meat the had could see. He'd nearly thrown the door off its hinges but didn't notice. Plastic wrapping also didn't stop him. When his frenzy was over, he found himself sitting on a kitchen counter, discarded plastic wrappers and a few bones scattered about. He wanted to cry. He also wanted to keep running about the manor like a maniac. He couldn't combine both. He finally got a hold on himself and cried.

What is wrong with me? Is this what it will be like to live as a werewolf? He had his head in his hands and looked up when he heard footsteps. First came Holly and he got the urge to smell her again, as if he already didn't smell her before. Then in came Butler and his mind went into overdrive.

ThreatthreatthrEATTHREAT- Artemis clamped down on the panicking part of his mind that told him Butler was to be avoided very much. He got a feeling that this was the werewolf part he now had.

No, not a threat. Friend. Why was he mentally berating his werewolf like it was a toddler? Possibly because it acted like one, such as now.

...Threat. It whined.

Butler has been with me all my life and is a friend, now shut up. He was giving himself a headache. If things stayed the course, he didn't know if he could take arguing with his werewolf like this.

"Artemis?" Holly's booming voice brought him out of his thoughts. He winced.

"Whispers, please." he asked.

"Is this better?" Holly sounded like she was speaking normally instead of a whisper and the teen guessed it seemed that way because of his better hearing.

"Yes, thank you." Artemis nodded, "And Holly, I didn't mean-"

"It's fine. I know you were confused."

"Good, thank you for understanding."

"And Artemis?"

"Yes?"

"Were you-?"

"No, no I was not." He cut her off before she could finish, "I was only stressed." Holly raised an eyebrow.

"Alright..." Artemis hopped off the counter.

"Now, how long have I been out?"

"A little over 11 hours, sir." Butler's voice came out as a rumble, making sure to keep his voice low for Artemis' sake, "We've also come up with a temporary plan on how to contain you."

"In the cell, I assume?" Butler nodded, "Good." The werewolf didn't seem to like this.

Run! Run run!

Shut up. Artemis took a breath to calm himself down so that he wouldn't do something ridiculous to get rid of the whiny werewolf in his head.

"Maybe we should put some dog toys in there with you to keep you preoccupied." Suddenly Artemis seemed full of energy, a wide smile crossing his face.

"Toys?!" he chirped, then blinked. An eye twitched. Artemis was now sure he hated his werewolf side. He added, "Please don't tell me I just sounded like a sugar-high child in a candy store." They decided not to tell him. After all, he asked them not to, "I am beginning to think that my werewolf side has the mind of a young toddler."

"You can talk with it?" Holly asked. Artemis nodded.

"Yes, though it's more the werewolf whining for things and just doing what it wants."

"So that's why you were running around like a maniac."

"Don't remind me." Artemis rubbed his temples for a moment, "I have a few theories about the werewolf personality. In many tales about werewolves, it's always been adults that have been cursed. I'm much younger than an adult, barely into my teens. Because of that, the werewolf personality might be the same age I am and so may not act as aggressively. As for why it's acting so idiotic, it could be because it's newly-formed and needs time to adjust and grow up. Of course, I could be wrong..." And I really hope I'm not. I don't want to deal with it if it stays like a toddler for the rest of my life.

"Foaly thinks you could be right." Holly said after listening to the centaur chatter in her ear, "He'd need time to study that theory, but he agrees." That brought a peculiar sparkle to Artemis' eyes, one that was completely from the human side of himself.

"Then maybe that could be our loophole." He gave a grin but it looked more like a grimace. The sharper teeth didn't help, "I could be a test case, where Foaly could study me so that the People would learn more about werewolves and how to deal with them. I wouldn't have to die in that case." The other two, however, were not as on board with the idea.

"I don't know, Artemis. I wouldn't be able to stay with you in Haven for long." said Butler. His size would make it very hard for him to even fit in some places, not to mention live there.

"Being a test case isn't fun, Artemis." Holly said, "I should know, that's the way I am to the LEP right now and you haven't exactly helped me any. You're lucky I'm still on Recon!" The teen winced at her raising voice. Having sensitive ears was proving to be detrimental for him.

"I understand that, Holly. I can see many reasons why it shouldn't happen. However," He allowed some of his werewolf side to show as he bore his teeth in a slightly threatening manner, showing that he wasn't going to back down from this, "I don't wish to run from the LEP or have myself killed, even if it might be the better option. And I can find a way out of this, I can find a cure, I know I can." His eyes were filled with the same conviction he had when he was certain he could beat the Bio-Bomb. This usually didn't bode well for anyone not on his side.

"Artemis-"

"Enough. The sooner we start the observations the better. Butler, give me a physical so that we can use it as starting material." The elf stood silently as Artemis left the room. Butler gave her a pat on the shoulder as he passed. He didn't like this any more than she did.

Artemis Fowl Sr. had hunting dogs on the grounds and so they were also given everything dogs needed, such as toys. Said toys were taken for the evening for Artemis Jr. to play with ('intellectually study,' he'd said, but they all knew that was a lie) as they waited for the change to happen. Holly had attached fiber-optic cables to the camera in the cell so that Foaly could also observe and take down notes, all they could do now was wait. The steel door, though it could keep physical things in and out, couldn't keep sounds from doing the same thing, despite being muffled. Butler, who was looking through the only viewing slot in the door, couldn't help but smile as Artemis chewed on and wrestled with a toy shaped like a hot dog. It squeaked every time he bit down on it and, even though the werewolf's influence was clearly showing, it made him happy to see that Artemis was starting to act like a child, or at least not as serious as usual.

It was a wonder how the toy was surviving, too. After taking the physical, it was determined that Artemis not only had sharper claws, teeth, and senses, he also had agility, strength, and reaction time (which he clearly didn't have before). He was certainly not on par with Butler or a soldier like Holly, but at least he wouldn't be a dead weight anymore. That didn't mean he was going to start training himself, however, which Butler found a disappointment but didn't say anything. And when the change began, Artemis had asked for them to turn off the lights to give him his privacy and so that they wouldn't have to see the horror unfold. He couldn't have them do it that night, however, as it was for research purposes, but every night after he wanted them to. Butler had the feeling Artemis was doing it not for himself, but to make them feel better by not seeing it. The bodyguard was sure he'd seen worse, but that didn't mean it still didn't hurt him when Artemis began to cry out in pain.

His instincts told him to run in and save his charge but he knew there was nothing to save Artemis from except the curse and Butler couldn't do that. He was not a man who liked feeling helpless, he'd already felt that way once over the past year and didn't want to go through it again. He glimpsed through the window how Artemis used the squeaky toy as a gag to muffled his pained cries as he transformed and the manservant closed the shutter. He didn't need to see his charge in pain. Besides the horrific snapping of bones resetting themselves and cries turning to growls, another noise could be heard above it all. The toy's sad squeaking summed up everything that Artemis must have felt through the pain, not to mention Butler himself.

Be glad you aren't here, Holly. he thought. As soon as the sun had gone down she'd flown off to find the moonrunner. Butler would've gone with her but Artemis couldn't be left alone, not in the state he was in. After a moment, the squeaking increased in intensity and energy, so Butler opened the shutter again. Inside was a large black wolf, but to his surprise, it seemed to be only a little bigger than five ft. tall. He thought werewolves would've been larger than that, so maybe it gave credence to Artemis' theory that the werewolf was the same age. The werewolf's icy blue eyes were also the same color as the boy's, closing as it bit harder on the toy. It quickly got bored with it, however, and began running around in the enclosed space, almost as if chasing its tail. Butler knew predators and knew the werewolf didn't like to be confined like this, but they had no choice if they wanted to keep Artemis safe. After a minute or two, the werewolf stopped and whined, scratching at the door. The 'puppy eyes' effect was in full force but Butler wasn't falling for it, even if the werewolf clearly wanted to play instead of hurt. Ignoring the pitiful whining, though, was another story. He managed it and soon enough the werewolf gave him an irritated look before curling up on the bed and chewing on a different toy.

When it first appeared, it didn't know what it was, where it was, what was going on. But as it studied its surroundings through the human's eyes and finally took on its true form, the werewolf was slowly piecing itself together. But even as it learned, it only knew three things: The tiny creature was cute, the big creature was scary, and overall, he was just very, very confused. After being denied leaving the room by Butler, it decided it wanted to know more, and so it went to Artemis' side and began looking for answers. They shared a body, but they had their own minds and it could learn whatever it wanted without Artemis' knowledge. It learned of werewolves/moonrunners, of humans and fairies, of everything it ever wanted and more. It learned of Artemis' history, could see his memories, understood his relationship with his parents, and gave a small whine. It pitied the boy.

Is there anything I can do to make things better for you? it asked despite knowing it'd get no answer, as Artemis' side was asleep while in wolf form, I'm so sorry. It searched for more answers and found Artemis' deep repository of knowledge. It could look through that section any time and all it wanted to, but not at the moment. However, while skimming over the section, it found the story of Artemis and Orion. Artemis was a goddess and a hunter, Orion was a mortal hunter. They became friends before Apollo, Artemis' twin, decided to kill Orion because he was jealous of their friendship. After his death, Artemis immortalized him as a constellation. It was a wonderful story and gave it an idea.

Orion… It liked that name. It was Artemis' other side and hopefully could help make his life better despite the damage it caused.

I'll make that a promise.

Holly flew low over the forest, her helmet in night-vision mode, scanning for the moonrunner. Artemis had managed to describe it well and so she now had something to look for instead of just a giant werewolf. She tightened her grip on her Neutrino as she searched for it, wanting to give the moonrunner some payback for cursing her almost-friend. After realizing that it had only come to curse Artemis and not tear him apart, Foaly, Butler, and she were all trying to figure out who could've planned this out. It was not random. Someone had deliberately targeted Artemis, but for what reason? And how quickly could they come up with a permanent plan to save him? Artemis' 'research plan' would work only for so long, they had to have a Plan B. Even the vampire-like child never went anywhere without a Plan B, right? He was too smart to not have a Plan B. Suddenly, she spotted something moving through the forest, almost a flash.

"There!" she hissed to herself and cranked her wings up to a higher speed. She could see it now and was certain it hadn't been a flash. There was the werewolf, running through the forest, and she began speaking to Foaly, "I've found it!" She raised her Neutrino, ready to fry it.

"Switch to the marker!" said the centaur, "As much as I know you want revenge, you've got another job to do." Holly aimed for a few more seconds, then lowered the gun.

"D'Arvit." She holstered it and switched for the marking gun that Foaly had given her for the specific mission. She continued to keep eyes on the moonrunner as she aimed again, then fired. She couldn't tell if it had hit until she checked her helmet, but she didn't dare take her eyes off it, "Foaly?"

"No tracker." Holly aimed again. Before she could fire, however, the werewolf disappeared. She cursed and did another fly over, switching to thermals, but there was still nothing. She could keep looking that night, but she doubted she'd find it again. The woods around the Manor were huge and dense, it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. She turned back, "I lost it, Foaly." He gave a frustrated sigh.

"Think you can find it again tonight?"

"No, not in this miniature forest. I'm heading back to check on Artemis and Butler."

"Got it. Good luck with the Mud Boy."

"I'll need it." Holly murmured and said her goodbye before cutting the connection. It wasn't long before she arrived at the manor again and let herself in. Artemis had given her permission to enter whenever she liked in the course of the mission and so she didn't have to knock and wait for Butler to let her in. She let her feet take her down the halls to the cellar, a dark feeling settling in her stomach as she remembered her time here. She still wanted to torch the smirk off the paintings that gazed down at her, no matter how much Artemis would despise it. At the bottom, she spotted Butler sitting beside the door in a chair he'd brought down from another room.

"Holly." he rumbled, "Did you find it?"

"Yeah, but I couldn't mark it or even fry it. Too fast, even for my wings." She gazed up at the small window at the top, "How is he?"

"See for yourself." Holly turned on her wings and flew up to the window, opening it to see the werewolf laying on the bed, eyes closed, chewing the toy every so often yet not opening its eyes once, "He's been asleep for a while."

"Has he gone wild?"

"No. He tried to pull the 'puppy eyes' on me." Holly snorted.

"Hearing you say it makes it sound hilarious." Butler raised an eyebrow.

"If you say so." he said, "Except for that, he's just been there." Hearing the toy squeak again, the elf looked into the room for a second time. The werewolf was looking at her now. He stared at her. She stared at him. He gave a lopsided toothy grin. She smiled back.

"He doesn't seem so bad." she mused, "Maybe if I talk to him..." Holly cleared her throat, then began to bark. Because fairies had the gift of tongues, she could speak the werewolf's language, whatever it may be.

"Hi there." she barked. The werewolf yipped happily and his tongue lolled out the side. He seemed to only be barking right now, so she tried again. He tilted his head, then barked and was about to manage something understandable.

"Like you!" he yipped, "Like you like you like you!" Holly laughed.

"Well, I like you too. What's your name?"

"Orion!" He hopped off the bed and went over to the door, putting his front paws on it, "Why blocked?"

"Blocked?" Holly wondered, then realized what he meant, "Oh, you mean the door?" She gave a sad smile, "I can't open the door."

"Why?" Holly tried to think up a way to explain it in simple enough terms.

"Because you might get hurt." Orion huffed.

"No get hurt!" he said, "Show you!"

"Orion-"

"Show you!" He growled it this time, then went back to his puppy-like self. Holly gave him a wary look, then turned to Butler.

"He wants to come out, but he doesn't seem like he's dangerous. What do you think?" Butler contemplated everything.

"I think it might be safe enough, but let me open the door so you can stay in his sight. I'm not sure he likes me, but he seems to like you."

"Right." Holly nodded, "And his name's Orion. He seems to be different from Artemis, so be careful."

"You too." Butler stood and went to unlock the door. Holly hovered at the side, where the door opened and Orion saw her first. He yipped happily and panted. He seemed like he wanted to pounce on her and love her but prevented himself from doing so. Likely a wise choice. However, he wasn't so distracted with her as to not notice Butler, and when he did, Orion got into a defensive stance, putting himself between Holly and the manservant. His teeth were bared, ears back as he growled. Butler froze, not wanting Orion to attack him, and slowly took some steps back. Holly had to diffuse the tension.

"Orion, it's okay!" She put a hand on his fur and felt its thick coarseness, "This is Butler, he's not a threat."

"Threat!" he barked stubbornly, "Threat!" Holly sighed.

"I promise it's okay. He won't hurt you."

"Me no worry. You worry." This surprised the elf.

"You don't have to worry about me, I can defend myself."

"Says you." Orion gently nudged her, finally turned away from Butler. At least he was a little calmer than previously. She scratched his head and he gave a soft, almost purr-like growl. It seems he liked it.

"Well?"

"He just wants to protect me." Holly answered, "He's just overprotective. He's not an idiot, I know that, but he talks so much like a toddler that it makes me feel like I should treat him like he doesn't understand." She moved a hand to rub his chin, "He's both Artemis and not Artemis. Maybe, after a while, when he grows up more, I won't feel like treating him like a baby."

"And I'm sure that he'll appreciate it." Butler gazed at Orion, "Artemis mentioned that I should take measurements if I could, but I doubt Orion will like that until he lets me closer."

"I could help." Holly offered.

"We can try." Butler seemed skeptical and Holly didn't blame him. They were taking a huge risk just letting Orion out and they still had little idea of what his personality was, how he acted and what he could do. They had to go about this very carefully. As Holly managed to convince Orion to go along with them in hopes of not only researching werewolves but also possibly finding a cure, she wondered if this would be the strangest thing she'd ever see. She doubted it. Nothing was ever normal around Artemis Fowl.

Full Chapter Title: I've Got This Headache And My Life's On The Line

So, I'm sorry this chapter wasn't out sooner. I had half of it written but then hit a bit of a block on how to go forward. However, hopefully I can now write more chapters for this story and make it better and better. Also, in the last chapter, remember when I mentioned how I wanted to sorta rewrite the books with Werewolf!Artemis' reactions, all the changes he'd cause? I want to actually try that with Eternity Code and see where it goes from there, but I won't do it until this story is finished.

Thank you to everyone who waited for this chapter, the next one should be out soon, and please read & review!