Author's Note: Plot done! Chapter 3 is up! And only a few days after as I promised :D And I got some good advice and to you I just want to say: I never do characters with 2 only names ;) There's more to my OC than I tell ^^ Buuut that's just because I'm very awkward and hate spilling everything ^^ As for everything else... It's just going to be plain boring Artemis Fowl adventure and I WILL leave out Holly as much as I can as I am not overly fond of her. SORRY HOLLY FANS!

Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl & co. They all belong to Eoin Colfer and I do only intend to use them for my own and other's entertainment and nothing is gained from this! (other than a small smile once in a while I hope O.O) If I DID, however, own them you guys wouldn't know them O.o So it's a good thing I don't own them, huh?

Claimer: Now I want to be annoying. I do claim on my own character Alex Phantom who is created by myself with no real influence from any other characters I know. If he DOES remind you of someone I can tell that I did NOT copy anything as I am against art thieves.

Warning: OKAY! So... warning of hinting to BL (I'm sorry my OC have a tendency to act gay -.-)

Minor strong language MIGHT appear, but now that you are warned I have no intentions of staying responsible if you start using bad language (or get offended – in that case I'm sorry my vocabulary hold such words and phrases)-.-'

Copyright : Uhhh... the crazy "mix tape" idea I guess? And my character Alex but no one wants to use him for anything O.o Even I'M growing sceptical with his features... Might have to change em... hmmmmmm...

If you, however, DO find it utterly funny to steal my idea I don't REALLY care mostly because I don't spill my guts about every single detail x3


Chapter 3

The young Fowl dropped onto is chair in defeat. Today had been a long day and not only had he had trouble with the burglar lacking the thief part, but also had he had trouble with a source which should have provided him with very important information on a government disc which should seemingly hold information any criminal would kill to get his hands on. The problem with his source was that he had disappeared. Probably got cold feet or run off the with disc himself. That kind of sad people did exist to everyone's grief. All the young Fowl could do at the moment though was put that case aside and focus on something else.

He ripped the first note the burglar had left him. "What is it you want from me? Is there something I know about the mix tape that you want to know? Are you playing me?" He glanced at the note, his eyes tracing over the hand writing. For some reason it reminded him of a grown up's hand writing, only the wording of the note betraying the image. It was odd. If the burglar did attend his school he would never use that vocabulary. Hardly anyone spoke like a town's boy. They all tried to hide their own stupidity in large words and brilliant off-the-top-of-the-head ideas.

Artemis, having dealt with a large variety of people had a feel with how to word his sentence, when it was necessary to wrap up the nice words and when to play it safe. On the other hand, when did Artemis ever play it safe? He was as much of an adrenaline junkie as any other criminal. He, on the other hand, did not let himself deceive. It was important to keep his cool in any situation he might find himself.

He dropped the note back onto the desk letting out a small frustrated sigh. He noted that he was showing a lot of distress lately and noted that he ad to calm down a bit. The problem might be that his mother was acting a bit off from the usual. What triggered this Artemis had been too busy to figure. He would have to look into it soon. Having his mother act out of the usual worried him.

She was the only thing that could truly worry him.


A frustrated sigh sounded barely noticeable. It sounded like a part of the wind had it not been for the lack of actual wind in the dark room. The sigh held a semi tone of frustration as if the owner had been waiting. Waiting for something. Something to happen. So far little had happened since that one short snip of useful information had finally emerged. It was going to take ages.


"Artemis?"

"Mhm?"

"Artemis...?!"

"What?!"

"You're not listening."

"Yes I am Butler."

"No."

The young Fowl looked at his bodyguard raising an eyebrow. He had listened. Artemis Fowl Junior always listened even if he seemed to be too busy with everything else. He listened. Butler would just have to live with the young Fowl's lack of interest in everything going on around him. You would have thought he had grown used to it by now. Apparently not, which to Artemis dismay resulted in a very dodgy relationship between the two. As a long moment of silence passed Artemis continued where he had left off from his doings to respond to his bodyguard.

"Artemis... "

"How often do you expect to find a scratched, broken or in any other way damaged disc in a suicide case?" Artemis broke in without registering the fact that the other had tried to speak to him. Artemis just sat still, his eyes glued to a piece of paper with several underneath.

"I don't know, none? Look Artemis, you..."

"It's quite an odd thing don't you agree?"

As the young Fowl looked up at his bodyguard the grown man could see the brain working behind those bright eyes. They intimidated him sometimes. It fell him peculiar how a such a young boy could hold such cleverness, hold such enthusiasm for using it. Butler was truly fascinated by the youngest Fowl and yet every bit of time he spent with his young master he saw more and more of the child which Artemis so desperately tried to put aside, hide away. Forgot he had.

"Artem..."

"Would that signify that this disc is a part of a cult for suicidal people or was something on the disc they did not want anyone else to know about? What do y..."

"Artemis Fowl Junior, would you... well Shut Up and let me speak while I have your actual attention?!"

The young boy shut his mouth which had been open ready to spill the next rant of thoughts. He frowned every so slightly looking at his bodyguard, waiting. His mind had currently dropped the subject he was on and now finally had his full attention at Butler, who seemed more or less just as surprised about his own words as Artemis was.


Something happened. Only in a few seconds but it was clear what it was. Confusion. The sweet taste of confusion from the one person an emotion was needed. Finally something new could be pieced together for the finished sample. A small laugh escaped, filling the room with laughter. A boy's laughter.


Having recovered Butler finally came to his senses, a bit slower than Artemis, who was already trying to consume what had just happened in his mind. Butler could see it on the boy. The way he got a bit of a distant look in his eyes, which narrowed slightly. His entire expression just stiffened very lightly, hardly noticeable for anyone who did not know the young Fowl very well. However, for Butler who ad been around for more time than he would admit knew the very existence of Artemis' expressions.

"Honestly Artemis, what as gotten into you lately? I know that you hold a certain lack of respect for the teachers at your school and that you do tend to space out in the middle of class, but insulting a teacher... at the notion of departing from class before time. Honestly Artemis. You've got to snap out of it, and be happy I have not let your mother find out anything about it. She would be very upset. You've..."

"Butler." Artemis sent his bodyguard a stern look as he interrupted the other. "Are you here to go all fatherly on me and teach me how to behave or are you finally going to give me the credits for what I do?" As the young Fowl spoke, Butler watched carefully, watched his stern eyes. Despite the very stern look, Butler could make out the feelings such as betrayal and attention seeking. A kid. Oh heart. Artemis turned around, not saying another word.

"Fine." That was all the bodyguard could say in defeat. He sighed. Heavily. He was tired. Dealing with a young genius could be tiresome from time to time. At time like this... no this time specifically was hard for the man to deal wit Artemis Fowl Junior. What made it so difficult Butler would never really find out. Artemis Fowl Junior was jut a mystery.

"Read this, and tell me what you make of it."

"Okay." Grabbing the papers which Artemis had handed him he sat down on the edge of the boy's bed, letting his eyes run over the information granted him. Various pieces of information it him, some underlined neatly, others highlighted. Whenever Artemis had had time to do all this, Butler was not going to ask. The young Fowl was a mystery and sometimes the boy seemed to be doing more actual work than school work. It was almost as if he refused to degrade himself to the level of his supposedly social groups.

"So?"

"It seems pretty..."

"What's that?"

Once again cutting Butler short of his speech, Artemis leaned forward and suddenly grabbed a piece of paper from the bundle which his bodyguard was holding. Artemis ad not noticed it before, having been seated with the stack of papers himself. The piece of paper had obviously been placed in that position as for Artemis not to notice. And he never would have, had Butler never interrupted him, craved for his attention. In the back of his mind he thanked Butler deeply for disturbing. Not a muscle was moved on his face. Unfolding it a small frown appeared.

"What is it Artemis?"

"Another note. Coward."

"What do you mean another note?"

"My burglar seems obsessed with me."

"Burglar?"

But Artemis ignored his bodyguard's latest question. The note had stole his attention away. Forced him to furrow his brows even further.

See you haven't thought hard enough yet.

You almost got me that one time! Phew! A good thing I'm quick, don't you think Arty?

I feel you're not taking this game of tag very seriously and it saddens me. As the genius you're supposed to be you're not making a very good deal of it.

I'm sorry that was rude, but honestly Artemis! Give me something to work with!

I'm bored! And do you want to know a secret? I dread being bored...

I'm sure you'll find this highly useful! Don't think I like you though...

You're right about some of the things you think about me. You've impressed me with that.

Just get your game together Arty, and I'm sure you'll work it aaaaaaall out before I'm done!

Yours sincerely

AF

PS: A lovely stunt you pulled in history. Just fabulous! You had me laughing for hours!

Another mockery. That was all it was. Except for the last bit. History? Laughing for hours? Wait. The pest who had been sneaking around in his room was in his... history class?! Artemis visibly paled in amazement and shock.