Title: Artemis Fowl and the Green Lake Vigilantes
Summary: A Holes/Artemis Fowl crossover. Because I could. And it hadn't been done yet. (as far as I could tell.) Child Genius is sent to Camp Greenlake.
Disclaimer: I don't own Holes or Artemis Fowl. But Artemis, like Zigizag, is very hott. (or at least my version is) and I wish I did own both of them along with Draco Malfoy.
The boys started piling into the tent, forcing Artemis to put his caluable work away. "What are you doin'?" Squid asked loudly, "nuclear physics?"
"Something of the sort," the Irish boy answered, storing his stuff away in his bag—which had a lock attatched.
"Whatever man, you're creepy," the toothpick boy hopped onto his own cot with a disgruntling groan.
"He's planning his escape already! He's deciding the rate at which he's going to run using his vampire speed!" Zigzag said and dived onto his bed.
"I'm looking for treasure," Artemis stated nonchalantly. The boys stared at him.
"Treasure? Out here? You're as crazy as Zig!" Armpit laughed, the others followed suit.
"Perhaps," he said quietly, "So what is it that we do all day?" He attempted to move the conversation into another direction, one in which he could feel more secure.
"We dig holes."
"Yes, I understand that, but what else?"
"That's it," the youngest kid whom they called Zero said, "we just dig holes. All day, everyday." It was the first words that Artemis had heard the boy say since he had arrived. The others fell silent.
"Well, I'm terribly excited for my next eighteen months," he said sarcastically, his accent seeping in his words.
"Richy rich—you won't last a week," the southern accent that was Squid snapped.
The lights had been out for a few hours, but the teenaged genius's mind never slowed. He continued to process calculations and time seemed to just fly. Although, not like exactly like the trip back from Hybras. He had dozed off for just a little while, only to be awoken by a trumpet blaring. Slowly, the moans and groans started as everyone started to arise from their deadened state.
Artemis changed and, tiredly, followed the boys out to where ever they were going. "You take a shovel," Caveman told him, "just don't take the one with the red X on it. X-ray will fight you for it. You wouldn't be able to take him, so don't even bother."
I, of course, was no idiot. I knew that if it was special to the Thick Glasses, then I wouldn't be able to get it from him. Not yet at least. I'm sure eventually I would be able to. Or my coming bodyguard would.
I received a text late, well early this morning. Butler had apparently found someone who was going to be able to get in. I figured the guy would be around my age and American, so not to draw suspicion. And if Butler chose him, then surely he would be suited for the job. I trust Butler with my life, after all.
Artemis grabbed the syrupy pita and followed the group out onto the lake. He was surprised to hear that it had actually been a lake. No one talked to him as they walked. No one talked at all. It seemed as though everyone was just conserving his energy.
When they reached the spot that they were supposedly digging at, Mr. Sir stopped them. "Alright there Foul," he pronounced his name incorrectly. One of the things Artemis couldn't stand. "This is where you will dig. Five feet down, five feet across. We will fill your nice little water bottle a few times and be coming by for lunch. See you then."
"It's Fowl, and I've already corrected you once," Artemis hissed, "five feet in depth, five feet in diameter." Mr. Sir ignored him. The Irish boy started to feel as if there would be a reoccurring pattern.
Once regaining his mentality, Artemis did a three sixty around their dig site, eventually choosing his spot. The ground was ever so slightly less packed together, and he predicted a few air pockets underneath. It would make digging easier for him if there were. Protective, fairy gloves on his hands, he started his first shovel full. He managed and threw it to one side. It was hard, having almost no real strength. He had never needed it before.
"First hole's the hardest," Caveman said and smiled in a friendly matter. Artemis scowled. Not at him, but at everything in general.
Their first water break had come by and the truck rolled up. Artemis was the furthest behind; he noted such as he jumped out of his hole to fill his water. He stood in the back of the line, thinking to himself. The boys were staring at him, expecting him to fight the order of the line, but were surprised when he didn't. Zero stood in front of him, watching the Irish boy with interest. Artemis could feel his eyes bearing into him and turned to the kid. "Something I can help you with?" He asked, irritated.
"No. You must have a lot to think about," Zero said and shrugged.
"In fact I do. Please," Artemis said bitterly, "move up." Zero complied and had his jug filled. Artemis was last, but he didn't particularly mind.
"You're actually holding up there, Foul?" Mr. Sir said. Artemis wasn't stupid enough to say anything. Not while Mr. Sir was the one giving him water. He walked back to his hole without answering the ugly old man and sat down on the edge, taking a nice long drink.
"Hey, Rich boy," X-ray called over to Artemis, grinning. "You're so smart right? Well, I've got a good question for you."
t.b.p. DUNDUNDUNNNNNNNNN oo cliffhanger! Now, I would like to thank... (insert phantom drum roll)
Marshmellow Fluff Bunnies: once again, thank you SOO MUCH for your review! If you write your own AF/Holes crossover, I will be SURE read every bit of it. I love Holes and Artemis Fowl so much, that anyone who has the courage to try one with me, is good in my book! THANK YOU!
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