A/N - This was supposed to be a two-shot, but it grew.

Foaly was tracking the probe's high-speed departure, watching his sensors through the monocle. He was still trying to regain control, or at least communicate with the rogue spacecraft with little success. Every command code that existed for the centaur designed craft was being sent without response. Even his "back-door" entrances to the high level systems were being met with gibberish."Why can't I hack into my own system?" he muttered to himself. "It's as though this were a completely alien ship, created by some advanced species even smarter than me…" Foaly paused. "Oh Frond!", he thought, "Could that be it?" As he paused to contemplate the possibility, the genius centaur never felt more powerless.

"We need Fowl's brain power to put together with mine, if we are going figure out this one" he thought, then realized, "If he has any left." Foaly immediately stopped trying to communicate with the probe and called up all the know fairy files on The Atlantis Complex. "I sure could use a box of carrots right now", he mused.

Several hundred meters away, Holly was coming to her own realization. Several seconds after the body of Artemis introduced himself as Orion, all she could was repeat "Orion?", as she tried to gather her thoughts. "Yes, my dear, Orion.", replied the teenager, " I am here to serve you in any way I can, in the hope of getting to know you better and catering to your needs", Orion flashed a toothy smile and arched his eyebrow, knowingly.

Holly again stared at the boy. Then realizing she had no time for this, as the probe could be returning at any second, she made a snap decision. She quickly reached out to Artemis' / Orions' neck with her thumb and two fingers of her free hand. Probing for the correct nerve cluster, she pinched the spot she was looking for. Artemis / Orion's smile froze as his eyeballs bulged. One second later, he went down in a heap on the snowy surface. "Sorry Arty or whoever you are", she whispered to the unconscious form, "we need to get moving".

Quickly she pulled out her moon belt and strapped a harness around her and Artemis / Orion. Then, she clipped the moon belt at each end to each harness. Checking the connections once to be sure, she activated her wings and headed for Foaly. She called to Foaly through her helmet comm system.

"Foaly, do you read, this is Holly".

"Holly, where are you and the mud-boy. I need to see Artemis as soon as possible", replied the centaur. There was urgency in his voice that was more than a little disquieting. "I have an ETA of 1 minute to your 20, with the mud-boy in tow", she replied in military jargon. Then, more informally, "what's wrong, Foaly?".

Foaly explained his problems communicating with the space probe and his conclusion. "Holly, that's the only explanation. Advanced aliens commandeered, re-built and reprogrammed its information infrastructure, while leaving its basic systems in place. This allows them to control the craft that we suppose is harmless and under our programming. They have created an interplanetary version of a Trojan Horse!"

Holly gasped to herself as she was now approaching the centaur with him in her vision. "We need to get Artemis and his brain fully functional as it is going to take our combined brain power to have a chance at defeating this thing.", Foaly went on. "We have a problem, there Foaly", replied Holly. "Let me land and get the mud boy situated then I'll explain."

Holly landed and disconnected Artemis / Orion from the moon belt. She took him inside the Great Skua and laid him gently on the floor. She turned to Foaly, who followed her inside and described her conversation with "Orion". "Oh gods", the centaur exclaimed, "It has reached the acute stage!" Holly stared. "You mean the Atlantis Complex?" she asked. "Yes, acquisition of multiple personalities is the final stage before complete and permanent loss of all cognitive function and perception of reality!"

Holly couldn't believe it. Artemis losing his sanity? It was unthinkable that it could happen! "Foaly, is there any way to stop this? We have to do something." Foaly nodded, "while you were retrieving the mud-boy, I was downloading all I could find on the Atlantis Complex. I need some time to research what I got. In the mean time, he needs to be kept calm and quiet. This will keep the conditioning from deteriorating faster." "Well, he's out like a sprite caught in a dwarf gas cross fire", said Holly. "He won't be waking up for awhile."

"Just be sure you are there when he wakes, otherwise, he may freak out and that is the last thing he needs. Also, I need to be left alone to let my powerful brain absorb the data so we can get that boy's brain functional again." Holly rolled her eyes but Foaly already turned away and made one last check on the probe's status. Noticing that it was no longer visible to his sensors, he grunted approval and turned to his research.

Holly sat next to Artemis. He was resting quietly for the moment, his steady breathing audible in the quiet room. As she started to contemplate her lost comrades, she realized that she had not reported this disaster to the LEP. Commander Kelp should be informed of the rogue spacecraft and the threat it poses to the people. Just as she was about to open a comm link to LEP command, Foaly entered the room. "Holly, I don't think it's safe to open voice communications with LEP command. It may be picked up by the probe which could cause it to return and finish us off. You'll have to communicate via email as that requires a much less strong signal and far less data.". Holly paused before responding, "Ok, I'm going to e-mail Trouble and make an urgent request for a shuttle. We need to get to a safer space and get Fowl some major medical help." The centaur thought a moment then said, "Yes, but we'll have a challenge keeping Fowl calm on the shuttle, you may have to knock him out, again." The LEP captain thought of the obnoxious Orion and smiled perversely at the thought.

Holly quickly typed an email to the LEP Commander.

Cmdr – Shuttle attacked by space probe of fairy origin. Foaly believes probe was re-programmed by unknown parties, possibly extra-terrestrial. All hands lost except Foaly, Fowl and myself. Fowl suffering from Atlantis Complex. Urgently request shuttle to rescue all, potential for probe return is high.

Capt. Holly Short

The answer came quickly and neither Holly nor Foaly liked what they read.

Capt – Council and LEP aware of space probe, due to other surface incidents. Lockdown ordered at Haven. Shuttle rescue from Haven not possible at this time. Possible rescue from Atlantis being discussed. Will advise. Do not respond, we will respond when rescue is approved.

Cmdr Kelp

At that moment , Artemis began to stir.