Please re-read chapter! I made a name-change the Angel, deciding I liked the another name better!

Chapter 2

"Welcome to the Planet"

Artemis saw the white light start to dim, and become much more noticeable. If he didn't distract his family, they would most likely see some mythical creature fall from the sky and be in such shock, Holly would have to us the mesmer on them.

So, wanting to avoid this, Artemis fell over in a coughing rage, alarming both Butler and his family, but it was necessary. His knees hit the hard boat and he groaned, genuinely in pain but continued to cough.

"Arty, what's wrong?" His mother demanded, frightened. "Timmy, go fetch some water for him! Quick!"

Butler knelt, checking Artemis for damage as he continued to cough. He gave a small smack to his charge on the back and Artemis coughed up a suitable amount of mucus that had not been lodged in his throat. It was a strategic hit Butler had used, knowing this boy was faking it as soon as Artemis groaned in hitting his knees. Had he really been choking he wouldn't have had time to groan. Artemis junior was hiding something.

By the time Artemis Senior was back, with water, Artemis had convinced them that it was simply a minor case of allergies amplified by the cold atmosphere and there was no need to call a doctor. Butler suggested bed rest, which Artemis had pretended to be reluctant about. But Angeline was very stern in ordering him to go to his room, and Butler offered to keep an eye on him.

At the moment the two were in his room and Artemis was calling Holly. Whatever they said would show up on the laptop, so Butler could see, but no one could overhear what Holly was saying. It would be a mainly one-sided conversation.

Finally she picked up. Of course it was a three-way call. Foaly seemed all too happy to have Artemis join whatever conversation they were having before he'd got on.

"Artemis, did anyone see her fall?" Holly asked immediately. "I need to know if I should come back around for a dose of the mesmer."

"That won't be necessary," he winked at Butler. "I've just caught a sudden nasty cough, a touch of the ice wind out here must have bothered my system. There's no need for you to come out."

Foaly chuckled, "Your family listening?"

"Most likely," Artemis admitted. "And please speak up, I cannot hear you."

"Translation," Foaly snickered. "What do you mean her?"

"Exactly," Artemis consented. "Please continue."

"Apparently," Holly said, "Frond wasn't just messing with the fairies. Angels are entirely real, and that, Artemis, is what fell from the sky."

Artemis was stunned, completely silent. Foaly took this as a moment to gloat. "Artemis finally shocked, this is something to take a picture of."

Eventually, Artemis shook off his surprise, "Be careful what you say, doctor. I might just have to call your boss."

"Translation," Holly amended, "Shut up Foaly, and does that mean there's a God they serve, or any other type of God-like thing." Holly, currently watching the female Angel attempt to recover, shook her head. "No, Angels, according to Frond, are independent creatures. They live in a different dimension, a Utopia almost, except for the sometimes bad-tainted fairies. How am I doing so far, Foaly?"

"You missed a couple things," He said, "Details."

"Please explain," Artemis pressed, feeling impatient.

Foaly smiled. "Alright, Fowl, here's the rest. Angels can only be killed by other Angels and humans. They can fly and they have wings, which can be hidden, but if hidden for more then a day, it begins to ache and put a strain on them. They aren't claustrophobic exactly, but they can't be underground. It's the equivalent of torture for them. Also, besides flight, since that is really more like walking then an actual skill to them, they can conjure up one weapon, for life, and light. Depending on a bad Angel (which, by the way, has black wings) or a good Angel, either lights or darkness is created."

"Its very much as Holly said," Artemis muttered.

Holly agreed. "It's unrealistic, even by fairy standards. The LEP are going to have a coronary when they hear about this."

If there was anything Artemis Fowl junior was good at, it was finding a flaw in the plans of others and pointing it out. He motioned for Butler to check to see if anyone was listening, and this took seconds. When the coast was clear, Artemis spoke very quickly in low tones, and without pause or hesitance.

"I believe Foaly said that this Angel refuses to go underground. So I pose the question to you both, where exactly to you plan on hiding this girl? Unless, of course, you plan on sedating her and forcing her to live in a scenery where she would most likely rather die then to continue living in Haven."

Foaly's jaw dropped. "I . . . I-."

"And furthermore," And Artemis could not help but smirk at this, "Why is it that Holly hasn't objected to what she knows I'm already suggesting?"

Both waited for Holly to respond. Finally she gave a heavy sigh, "Artemis is the only one up above we can trust with something like this. We don't have enough time to set up a place above ground. This Angel needs immediate medical care, Foaly."

"Holly-."

"I'm taking her to Fowl's house," she said. The obvious reluctance to do so was in her voice. But it was also clear Holly was going to do whatever it took to save and fix this girl. "Foaly, just send a medical team to the manor immediately. Artemis, come up with an excuse to get off your trip early. We need your permission to enter."

"You have it," he said at once, for Butler had warned him his mother was coming to listen in on them. She'd probably heard the voices and was just making sure he was alright but the red-flag was up. "And so that is your recommendation?"

Holly rolled her eyes. "Get their soon Artemis. Like, within the next three hours soon. If you don't, just know that we won't wait for you, okay?"

"Understood, I shall return home immediately."

"Good. I'm taking her right now. Any objections, Foaly?" She demanded. The clicks in the background meant she was already acting, whether or not she had approval. Typical Holly move.

"Nope. I'll get the troops together and we'll meet ya there. See you two later."

"Goodbye then," Artemis said and snapped the phone shut. Butler, who was fixated on both the screen and Angeline, who could be heard breathing from the other side of the door. "Well, shall I fetch Mother to tell her the news?"

"I'll start to pack your things."

Artemis walked to the door quickly, wasting no time. His mother pretended to have been heading towards his door, about to knock, but after seeing him she said, "Artemis, I just wanted to see if you were alright. I heard voices. Were you talking to anyone?"

"Butler convinced me to call a doctor. She thought it best that I return home before my condition has any time to worsen and-."

Angeline smiled, making Artemis stop for some reason. "Artemis, you're needed at the manor for some reason, aren't you?" Her voice was quiet and her son could do nothing but nod. "Well fine. Disappointing as it may be, I'll tell your father. How much time do you need?"

Artemis blinked in surprise, "Uh, as long as you can give us."

"Oh, so your little fairy friends are involved in this too, I'm guessing?" Again, he could only manage a nod. "I can give you a month. Maybe. I'll call ahead of time and if you're done ahead of schedule, call me. Understood, sweetie?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Good," she kissed his forehead before ushering him off. "Alright now go, go save the world again, like always."

He scoffed. She made it sound so easy. But from personal experience in this kind of thing, Artemis Fowl junior knew that helping the LEP (plus Section Eight) was anything but easy.

Ireland, Fowl Manor

Artemis landed with Butler, who Angeline had asked to escort him. Sometimes having a mother who knew everything had its advantages.

After disarming the door, they entered. It shut behind them. Butler had the entire luggage load, except Artemis's laptop, which he held over his shoulder.

"Holly?" He called, and in the empty house, it echoed. It was almost creepy. Had this not been his home he might have been uncomfortable, but considering the circumstances, wasn't. "Holly?"

There was a fluttering upstairs and a thump. Someone swore in Gnomish and Artemis smiled before heading upstairs. Butler left the things in a downstairs closet, locking it securely before following.

"D'Arvit!" Artemis heard through the door and couldn't help but chuckle at which room it was. He opened it, not bothering it to knock.

Holly was there, weapons cast aside in a corner, looking up. They were in the old bird room. Angeline Fowl had gone through a 'bird' faze, and bought many common and exotic flying mammals. Some cages were rather large, matching to the birds needs, and some were tiny. All had been in the same room, causing a problem, and so ended this phase. There were wardrobe-sized cabinets that once contained food for the critters, and other various things, but now this was just a memory of what was.

Right now Holly was looking on top of one of those cabinets now, at a girl who was perched on one of them. She glared at Holly suspiciously, her wings wrapping around her so you could only see her eyes and up. She was crouched low, in a little ball. Artemis approached Holly from behind as she tried to coax the creature down.

"Come on, I'm not going to hurt you," she said, in Gnomish. Artemis wondered if the gift of tongues was something the Angel's had developed like the People had.

"How exactly did she get up there?" Artemis asked, amused. He spoke in English, just in case she didn't understand.

Holly sighed, doing the same. "She tried to fly away after she woke up, but her wing is damaged. If we don't get her down from there she' going to bleed to death."

Artemis studied her features, particularly her bright blue eyes and black hair. But because of her wings, he wasn't sure how long it was. She was pale. Nothing else about her was visible. "Did she tell you her name?"

"As soon as I got off the phone with you two, she fainted. I'm guessing from pain. She'll go into shock soon enough, but I'd prefer not to have that happen. So no, no name was offered." Holly was still trying to get the poor thing to come down when Artemis got an idea.

He started speaking in Gnomish, "I'm Artemis. Who are you?'

The girl only snorted, "As if I'm going to tell you. You probably followed me here and are just hiding your wings."

"Is it because I'm human? I thought Angels were supposed to be nice."

"Human?" She seemed surprised, her head peeking up to reveal that her black locks fell past her shoulders. It was quickly ducked back down, but only slightly. "If you're human, how do speak the language?"

"I'm smart, as are my friends here," he gestured to Holly and Butler, "And the ones coming to help your wing."

She protectively embraced her wing, the blood extremely visible against the white feathers. A piece of it was cut off, at the tip, raggedly. The Angel caressed it gently, wincing as she did so.

"Who would do such a horrible thing?" Holly asked, genuinely concerned .

The girl's lip quivered. She seemed just around Artemis's age. "H-He hurt me. I didn't want him, so he hurt me."

Artemis's expression darkened considerably. He'd been raised to never strike a woman or even raise your voice to one. Everything could be talked over without violence, if it was just an argument. No lady should ever be abused simply for being disobedient. Holly heard him mutter a few insults and curses about this gentleman before he continued with the plan of 'talk to her' rather then 'force her'.

"I can assure you, Holly, Butler, and I won't let anything happen to you." Artemis promised. "We'll do our best to keep you safe, which is considerably almost anything."

The girl bit her lip before continuing, "That language you spoke earlier . . . what is the name of it?"

"English," he said. "I'm fluent in most languages. Very few do I not know by heart, but that is only two." He stopped his bragging. "Why do you ask?"

The Angel did not answer but to their amazement, she fluttered to a shorter cage, balancing perfectly. She flew like a bird with an injured wing, but much more graceful then that. Angels were born to be beautiful creatures, and far surpassed that. Eventually she reached the ground, and to Butler's disliking, began to approach Artemis and Holly at a quick pace, wincing at the strain it took to get down.

"I see we've persuaded you to trust us." Artemis was also somewhat wary of this sudden approach. Why did languages matter to an Angel?

The Angel said nothing, examining Holly before watching Artemis. True she knew of Earth, but only a minimal amount of information. She decided quickly enough and Artemis's brow rose as she took a step toward him.

This girl was beautiful, at the very least. Her lips were a deep red, almost like blood but in a more friendly way. Not dangerous, just scared. She was an inch or so shorter then him and wore a white dress, thin strapped, square-necked, and hugging her form tightly but left room to move easily enough. This Angel wore no shoes.

"Is there a reason to-?" Artemis began. Butler knew what was coming and could not help but smile. At this hormonal state, the reaction would be priceless.

At that moment, on one of his many computers (most likely set up by Holly) Foaly's face appeared.

"Hey guys, we're getting ready to la-." His voice disappeared at the sight before him and everyone's besides Artemis's jaw were nearly on the floor.

The Angel had gripped Artemis from behind the neck, kissing him firmly on the lips with her eyes closed in some type of concentration. Artemis, on the other hand, could be compared to someone who'd been petrified. His eyes were huge, staring at nothing in particular. He was visibly tense and his hormonal brain nor his intellectual one had been prepared for this type of situation.

After a solid ten seconds of this, a spark of white jolted their lips. The Angel remained steady, but released her hold on Artemis. The boy genius, on the other hand, stumbled backwards into Butler's arms, who caught him after two steps. He righted the stunned teenager, failing at hiding the smirk on his face.

"Well, uh," Foaly stuttered, nervously, in English. "Hey guys. I- I, um, see that you have become . . . acquainted with the Angel."

Said female seemed pleased, speaking in perfect English. She looked at Artemis, a little nervously. "Sorry about that but it's the only way for Angel's to learn. Lip contact is quickest, because of my magic being low." This sentence ended with a hiss, and her wings tightened against her body. "Ow, speaking of which-."

Butler picked her up, careful not to harm her as they exited the room. "Don't worry, the medics will be up to fix you shortly, isn't that right, Foaly?"

The centaur nodded, an image of him appearing from Holly's helmet. "Yup, any second now. Although, I suggest you pick the room carefully. The medics want you to keep as still as possible."

"You'll all be staying above ground with her then, I assume?" Artemis asked the creatures, minus Angel. She wasn't making any decisions at the moment.

Holly nodded, "I will. They aren't taking me off this, discovery rights."

The Angel cleared her throat. "Um, I also wanted to apologize about earlier. I was only hostile because this was unfamiliar territory. I know little about Earth, and so do not know what to expect."

Holly waived a forgiving hand. "Don't worry about it. We all would've done the same thing. Do you mind if I ask your name, by the way?"

They entered one of many guest rooms Fowl Manor had, but Artemis had a reason for picking this one. It had a balcony, and a lovely view of the sky. Not as good as some of the occupied rooms, but he imagined the Angel would very much appreciate this.

"Ethryn." She said, pushing some of her hair out of her face. "My name is Ethryn."

"Artemis, Artemis Fowl the Second," he held his hand out, which she shook.

"Holly Short," Holly said, examining the wing damage. She frowned. "I'll be right back to lead the Medical Examiners inside."

She nimbly darted out of the room with nearly as much grace as Ethryn. This was admittedly impressive, since Ethryn put shame to gazelles.

"Just call me Foaly," the centaur said cheerfully, now on Artemis's laptop that he'd set up in the corner.

"Butler, it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Miss Ethryn." Butler knelt, taking her hand and shaking it carefully. No need to injure her further.

"You too," she gasped out, clutching her wing and closing her eyes tight. "My dear gosh, this hurts!"

At that moment the LEP burst in, each calm and systematic. Holly stood by the door and everyone was ushered outside. Foaly remained on the computer, instructing the fairies and watching to make sure no mistakes were made.

As they sat in the nearby room, waiting for Foaly to call them in, the three of them were oddly tired. It wasn't until Holly started up on Artemis that things became uncomfortable.

"So, Arty, how was it kissing an Angel?" She said, with a smirk.

Artemis scowled. "Not funny, Holly."

"I beg to differ, Artemis," Butler cut in. "Seeing you nearly fall over was quite an amusing feat."

The two laughed while Artemis pouted, sulking and clearly unhappy. Butler left the room, deciding that with Holly, the only thing he was in danger of was a punch on the shoulder if Artemis made any nasty remark.

As soon as the door was shut, Artemis let his mouth run, knowing if he'd said anything in front of Butler, he'd be murdered on spot. He smirked at Holly.

"This is now the second time I've been kissed by a magic-powered female." Artemis pointed out, heading towards the door. He was in desperate need of a shower after not taking one since yesterday morning. It was now a half past 3am.

Holly froze, the image of that event flashing repeatedly in her mind, and a conversation that had followed.

". . . But your fairy-kissing days are over."

"I see."

"It's not a challenge, Artemis. Over is over."

"I know."

She turned to glare at him, though he was halfway out the door. Artemis had paused to give her his signature vampire smile.

"Although," He touched his chin thoughtfully before looking at her again. "I think I preferred my first kiss better than that." He frowned, moving his hand to his mouth. "This one hurt a little. The other was much gentler."

Holly was stunned, staring at him incredulously, her mouth agape. Satisfied, Artemis headed out, shutting the door behind him and snickering to himself. He had a feeling Holly wasn't going to bother him about this kiss anymore.

Recently, Foaly had decided to keep an eye on everyone while they were staying at Fowl Manor. He'd been watching that the whole time.

Later, Foaly was going to be having a serious conversation with Holly . . . okay, maybe not so serious.