I:HEY PEEPS! We apologize for not updating recently. Somebody lost inspiration while someone else was grounded. I am not naming names. However, Because of this inspiration loss, updates will be slower. If anyone wants to put a request in then feel free to do so. We already have pairs set up so none of those please. And no, I don't think we will be able to do your request, food(Guest). Mostly because I am absolutely confused by it.

A: I understood it completely.

I: How am I not surprised by this?

A: I have decided to give up being a writer. I will raise Alpacas in preparation for the Alpacalips.

I: ….I think you have had too much sugar today...

A: Nu uh. I had a Sammich. Two chocolate chip pancakes with frosting and M&Ms in the middle. It was gross, don't do that. Also, I had enchiladas smothered in mustard….that tasted like barf. So I fed it to my dog.

I: …..

A: she wouldn't eat it.

I: I'm not surprised. And you have now shown everyone how crazy your food habits are.

A: They aren't habits!

I: You sure about that?

A: Uh, yeah. I'm never doing that again!...tomorrow, I think I'll try bacon ice cream on top of hawaiian pizza….with cheese and sprinkles.

I: Bacon ice cream is good but I'm not sure about the rest of that order. ANYWAYS! We have a question to answer.

A: Hmmm...you're right…..no pizza is weird. I'll do bacon ice cream on lasagna. Wait, what question?

I:Well… AlexMeyers1320 Asked if Myles and Richard are getting together and said "That's sooooooooo cute... Don't worry, luke just stood over me laughing after he shoved the donut in my mouth. Then he went back to dancing badly while listening to R5. It was weird. Anywho, this was AWESOME! I love it!"

A: Uh, duh. How else are we going to fit them having little gay babies into the story. And I'm glad to meet another member of the R5 fam!

I: No babies in the story.

A: Why? It's perfectly plausible with the People's technology.

I: No babies in the story. We have another question.

A: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

…..what the question?

I: Shadowatcher: "Wow! This story has so far been very good. I would love to see more. The premise is very good, but I am still wondering who the Frenchman who was at the restaurant with them was.

Also, nice to meet another Isa, Isa.

Hoping to see more,

A different Isa."

I: It was my cousin's idea. Not mine. And it is cool to have the same name!

A: The frenchman was a frenchman who was from france, except not for real because he's actually a german in disguise, sent there by the hungarian government to find out if france really turns yucky snails into food and then feed it to face unsuspecting tourists who are under the belief that it's chicken. But then that's not all, the french-german-hungry person is also originally from mars….his birth name is….uh….Mike Mike

I: … I thought you said he was an OC?

A: He is.

I: (slaps face)(Myles is trying to escape in the background)

Bill Cipher: (Appears out of nowhere) Oh no you don't, human boy. (Snaps fingers and Myles is now tied up, and laying down, in front of the two writers.

A: Who the heck are you?

Myles (gagged): *grunts in agreement*

I: Bill, this isn't your story. Why are you here?

Bill: Can't I pester my favorite humans?

I: You call all humans your favorite. (Giving the 'I don't believe you' look)

A: …..I still have no idea who you are, but this comment session has run a little long….

I: You're right. We'll see if we can get Bill Cipher the Dream Demon out of here while the audience reads.

Bill: Hang on, meat stacks! There is still one more to reply to.

A: Ooh, meat stacks...bacon pancakes…..that sounds yummy….

I: Focus, cuz. He's right.

A: Well then, hurry up! I've got COOKING to do!

I: (Rolls eyes) Red fiend:"I only have two questions one where the heck did Beckett get the red x suit and since when was he a better fighter than Robin let alone the entire teen titans? Other then that great job :)"

A: I'll take that one, too. Firstly, HE AND MYLES STOLE THE SUIT! UH DUH! It was explained earlier on in an offhand sort of way. With Myles' genius and Beckett's knowhow/brawn, they'd be unstoppable. Also, Myles was helping in a way that you will/should understand shortly. Furthermore, Beckett was trained by Butler, along with a plethora of private teachers abroad. And he had Myles in his ear telling him their weaknesses. And thanks! We hope we keep meeting your expectations in the future!

I: And thank you to everyone else who likes our story! Now enjoy while I try to get Bill out of here. (Starts trying to chase Bill Cipher)

Wayne Manor Grounds

Richard was calling out his friend's name, wondering if he could even be heard above the rain. It was coming down hard, the droplets tracing down his nose. His hair was plastered to his forehead. His clothes were clinging to his body, making it awkward to move at all. "Myles!" he called out, before spitting out the rain that had splattered into his mouth. He couldn't see the youngest Fowl anywhere. Richard cursed himself mentally, for not having had the insight to ask Myles for his phone number earlier. Or for not asking one of his brothers to call him. However, Richard reflected, it was unlikely that Myles would answer the phone while he was so upset.

Richard paused in his search, taking shelter beneath a wide-topped tree. The boughs and leaves protecting him somewhat from the rain. He wiped the water out of his eyes. Richard squinted out into the storm, silently whispering his thanks as the rain started to lessen. It was still coming down, but not as harshly.

"Myles!" Richard called again, listening hard for any sounds. He saw a small figure standing in the distance. It was quite a ways off. Just barely visible. "MYLES!" he shouted again before he broke into a run towards the figure. However, it wasn't Myles. It wasn't even a person. A large, human sized lump was rising up out of the ground, like some kind of magic pimple. The earth was moving beneath Richard's feet as he grew closer. First it was writhing, then it was trembling. Richard was knocked off balance, and thrown onto his rear end. Suddenly, the magic pimple exploded, green pus running out and brown flecks of dirt splattered all over his face. Richard looked at it, with a confused and shocked look of disgust on his face. Once everything seemed to calm down, a small human-like hand reached out from the giant magic pimple and grabbed Richard's ankle, in the process, completely popping the magic pimple.

And then Richard absolutely did NOT scream like a little girl. Nope. Yes he did.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Richard screamed in a completely manly (girly) way. He jerked his ankle, trying to break it out of the hand's grasp. But he only succeeded in pulling it further out, exposing a slender and pale arm from the oozing magic pimple. The more he pulled, the more the hand came out. Richard tried hitting it with his fists, but all that did, was make the arm (and apparently the body attached) laugh and then give him a bruised foot.

"Let go!" Richard almost pleaded. Then, with a final yank, a head emerged from the giant pimple along with the other arm, which was holding a strange version of a bow.

Near By

Myles was brooding in the Wayne Stables, sitting on a bucket watching the rain. Who ever took care of the horses must have OCD, because the barn was immaculate. Myles breathed in a sigh, smelling the sweet and warm hay. He and Beckett had never fought this badly before. And this was also the first time that one of them had stormed off without the other one following close behind.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Myles leaped off the bucket. Who was that? It sounded like the scream might have belonged to that girl with Richard, Kori or something like that. Myles strode over to the door, concerned but not really wanting to walk back out into the rain, despite the fact that it was clearing up now. However, when he looked out, he didn't see Kori. The screamer wasn't even a girl.

"Richard!" Tore from Myles lips. And before he knew it, he was running. Richard was on the ground, on his back, gazing up in fear at a being who had a weapon of some sort trained directly at him. Hearing Myles come closer, Richard looked up. Richard quickly stood on his feet so that he can distract the intruder.

"No, go get Bruce!" Richard told him in a tone of terror. His voice cracking on his mentor's name. The intruder merely snorted at this, and muttered something under his breath, in a language that Richard couldn't understand,yet recognized. Myles did, however, it still made no sense to the boy genius. As the intruder muttered, he raised his weapon towards Myles, and pulled back the string. "NO!" Richard leaped to block his friend. A pink, swirling orb flew from the tiny being's fingertips, and struck Richard in the chest.

"Richard!" Myles tried to catch his friend, as the other teen was knocked by the blow, flying several feet. He missed, and Richard's head cracked down with a sickening sound on a rock protruding from the grass. Myles felt his heart stop, and when he looked back to curse at the other being, the intruder had vanished. Myles quickly pulls out his phone and calls Artemis, knowing that Holly would be close by him.

The three rings that Myles had to wait for felt like agony. As he waited, he whipped out his handkerchief - which was clean, thank you very much- and pressed it to Richard's temple, which was bleeding. Badly.

Artemis picked up, his older brother's voice was annoyed. "Myles? Where on earth are you? You do realize that it is rain-"

"Arty!" Myles cut his brother off. "Please, I need your help. Get Mr. Wayne. We are near the stables. Richard and I were attacked by someone! It was a faerie. Male. Richard needs immediate medical attention."

Silence on the other end. And then "What? faerie? Are you certain?"

"Yes!" Myles screamed. "And he hurt Richard! He is bleeding! Get Mr. WAYNE! Pixie, before you ask. It was definitely a pixie, with some kind of weapon I did not recognize."

"Mr. Wayne is already on his way," came Artemis' reply. "Keep calm, it will be fine. Describe your attacker for me. Slowly."

"Two feet tall, roughly. Dark hair, large brown eyes. Pale skin with a blue tinge. Early to middle mid-aged. And the weapon was like a bow, but instead of arrows he shot orbs of energy."

"Energy?"

"I'll talk more later," Myles said abruptly as Mr. Wayne came into view. He hung up, and continued to apply pressure to Richard's head, ignoring the blood that was pooling over his fingers.

"What happened?" Wayne ordered, almost barking out. Myles found himself wincing, stuttering out something about an attacker. Wayne carefully scooped up his son, cradling him in his arms. Myles felt a sort of pang through his chest at the look in Wayne's eyes as he looked at his son, carrying him back to the manor. Wayne took the boy to the medical wing of the manor, everyone trying to see what was going on as they he passed by. Myles followed behind as he hung his head. Holly turned to Artemis, pleading with her eyes to help. Artemis nodded and walked with Holly to the infirmary where everyone began to gather. Alfred came over as Bruce laid the boy on one of the medical tables. Alfred began to try to treat the boy when Holly walked over. Holly gently held Richard's hand. It didn't matter that everyone was watching as the magical sparks danced from her hand, up Richard's arm, and to the back of the boy's head. Once the sparks stopped, Holly backed away to stay close to Artemis while the Titans, Mr. Wayne, and Alfred all stared at her. Garfield began to freak out and started ranting about Holly being a witch and all of them going to be cursed because of Holly.

"I'm not as bad as the books say, you know," Holly lightly scolded.

"Quiet evil one!" Garfield shouts at the elf.

"Ooh, name calling- So fearsome," Raven said sarcastically.

The Living Room

Mr. Wayne had kicked them all out of the area where Alfred was tending to Richard. Artemis was sitting on a couch with Holly beside him and Butler standing behind. He looked as collected as ever. Holly's brow was screwed up, what she was feeling, Myles wasn't sure. It was impossible to read her exact emotion, though he could tell she was agitated and confused. Beckett sat with Myles. They were sharing a large chair, their legs pressed against each others. The boys always sat like this when something was bothering one of them. It was a small comfort, but Myles felt grateful nonetheless, taking it as a sign that he and his brother were no longer fighting.

They could hear no sounds coming from beyond the door that hid Richard and his caretakers from view. His friends either sat on the edges of their seats, throwing angry or suspicious glances at him, or pacing with stony faces. Myles couldn't bring himself to raise his head or look any of them in the eyes.

Beckett squeezed his brother's hand. "It wasn't your fault" Beckett had told him after Richard had first been brought in. But it was. Myles had probably been most at fault in the fight, not that he would admit it, and it was he who stormed off into the rain, making Richard worry enough to chase after him. And if he had just been a little faster…

The doors opened, revealing Alfred, who looked just as calm and collected as Artemis. Though Bruce was not far behind, and he was obviously struggling to not scowl at Myles. Myles shrunk even further into himself.

"Don't fret," Alfred said. "Mild concussion and a shallow scrape to the head. Other than that, Master Richard will be fine. He's still resting, but he should be awake shortly."

"Can we see him?" asked Garfield. Alfred gave a warm smile and a nod. The Titans almost tripped over each other as they raced into Richard's room of healing. Richard had been stripped of his wet clothes, and was now wearing his pajamas. White sheets were tucked up snugly under his chin, and his eyes were lightly closed. His hair, still damp, was pushed back away from his face, exposing a smooth which bandage across his forehead. Myles' heart performed a strange, painful somersault when he saw his friend lying there. The Titans had no qualms about running right up and peering into their unconscious leader's face. Beckett, Artemis and Holly hadn't even come in, probably wanting to give the others privacy and space. But Myles had to see for himself that Richard was alright.

He was obviously going to live without permanent damage, but Myles was still filled with guilt. He stood back, away from the others, at the foot of the bed. Richard's eyes began to flutter, and then flew open, his friends all started jumping around (except for Raven who almost started hovering), in relief and happiness. Myles only sighed contentedly. Richard's beautiful blue eyes stared directly at him. A strange expression was on his face. Richard took a deep breath in before closing his eyes once more. Feeling like he had hit his head.

"Yo, bro. You okay?" Victor asked. Richard didn't answer immediately. Though he slowly began to nod, before he winced and reached his hand back to massage his neck..

"Wh-what happened?" Richard's voice sounded groggy, like he had been gargling liquid sandpaper.

"You were attacked," Raven calmly informed him, when Myles said nothing. "Before you ask, no, we were not able to apprehend him."

"Did you see what he looked like?" This question was directed right at Myles, and so he couldn't ignore it.

He cleared his throat. "Male, shorter than average, he had brown hair. He was very pale, and spoke a foreign language I didn't recognize. He might not have been from America. In fact he probably wasn't. How do you feel?"

Myles shot that last question off very quickly after he had answered Richard, wanting to divert his direction off of himself. It worked, as all heads in the room swiveled to look at Richard. Richard shrugged. "A little dizzy, but I'll live. Are you okay? You were there too." Richard asked while directing the attention back to Myles, making him nervous with the attention. He shuffled his feet, before answering.

"Me?" Myles' voice uncharacteristically cracks from the nerves. Myles cleared his throat again. "You were the one who was attacked when it was meant for me! I mean, who would do that?"

"Me, obviously," Richard's voice was warm, as was his smile. "Every time." Myles felt his face heat up. His heart once again decided that it was time to practice for the Olympics. He took a steadying breath.

"Now that I have seen for myself that you are alright, I will be heading off to bed. Good night." Myles turned stiffly, not sure what was going on inside of his chest. As he turned, he saw Richard's face fall. The other boy sat up quickly, wincing but not pausing.

"Wait," he grunted slightly as he slid off the bed. Myles turned around to face Richard. The taller boy laboriously walked over to him, "I'll come talk to you guys in a sec," he said over his shoulder as he walked passed the Titans, who looked just as confused as Myles felt. Myles even arched one of his eyebrows at the dark knight's ward. Richard lead the way out, holding the door for Myles. In the living room, Bruce and the others were standing in a huddle, speaking in low tones. Bruce was clearly angry, though no one seemed to notice the two boys. Richard took hold of Myles hand, leading him up the stairs towards the bedrooms. A tingle ran up the youngest Fowl's arm, he fought to keep a goofy grin off his face.

They slowed once they got up the steps. Richard now gently leading, occasionally running his thumb over Myles' smooth knuckles. Once every few steps, Richard would look him in the eye and smile. Myles' brain was mush, so much so that it took several minutes for him to realize something was strange.

"My room is in the other direction," he pointed out. Richard didn't answer him, only letting go of Myles' hand. Myles felt a tad disappointed for a moment, but it didn't last for long. Richard's hand reappeared as an arm wrapped itself snuggly around his waist. Myles chewed his bottom lip to stop a possible squeak, shuddering slightly. He mentally cursed himself. He was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush on a popular guy. He was a genius! He should be…

All thought melted away as Richard gently kissed his brow. Myles stood there, stunned as Richard opened a door to an unfamiliar bed room…

"It's mine," he said through explanation. "Since you were obviously lying about not being hurt, I thought I might need to watch out for you tonight. Just in case."

"Lying?" Myles asked, for once feeling slow on the uptake. "And what about the others?"

Richard grinned. "Well, yes. Afterall. The two of us were attacked. And as for the others, they can survive without me. I said I'd talk to them later. I didn't specify when."

"Beckett will get the wrong idea and so would everyone else! Besides! Wouldn't Kori be upset? Aren't you two together." Freaked out, Myles started to not concentrate on making his accent heavier.

Richard frowned. "No, we aren't." Richard faced Myles full on, studying his face hard. He reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair away, out of his face. Myles unconsciously leaned into the touch. "You're angry with me?" Richard asked uncertainly. Myles shook his head, but couldn't find anything to say. Richard smiled, feeling satisfied with the nonverbal answer. Suddenly, thunderous footsteps started to bound up the stairs and Myles, being torn from the moment, quickly separated from Richard in time to see Beckett reach the top of the stairs. Myles turned to Richard one last time.

"Goodnight," Myles said, fondly but firmly, with a slight bow of the head before turning to running off to his room with Beckett. A firm hand on his arm stopped him. Richard closed the door after pulling the youngest Fowl into his room. Myles turned back in confusion, both as to why he is there and how Richard was able to pull him in there since he is still injured.

A pair of lips met his own. Myles gasped, but Richard just pressed in deeper. Richard's eyes closed in bliss. Myles' own eyes remained wide open, looking around in near panic as Richard's hands slid into his hair, tugging on the raven strands. Myles found his arms entwining themselves over Richard's shoulders, around his neck. Richard sighed happily, the sound snapped out of whatever stupor Myles had found himself in. Half of Myles wanted to melt into the other boy. But the other half, the half that wanted to run freaking out down the hall, was louder.

He wrenched himself out of Richard's grip. He stuttered out something incoherent and threw open the door. Beckett was standing right outside of it, hand poised as though he was ready to knock. Myled grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off in the direction of their room. Once they were at a safe distance, Myles risked a glance back, to see Richard standing in his doorway, looking heartbroken.

Downstairs

Bruce had cornered Artemis. But Artemis Fowl II was not intimidated. No he was not.

Oh yes he totally was.

"What happened, I know you know something that I don't." Bruce's words were nowhere near as menacing as the deadly look in his eyes. "My son can take care of any normal human threat, and since Myles was unscathed, I'm assuming that it wasn't a monster on rampage."

Artemis hesitated, he was unsure of himself. Huh. Odd. After a moment, he decided on his answer: a simple "It's not my place to say." He gave Holly a meaningful look. She met his gaze, and muttered something in gnomish into her com link. Bruce glared at the two of them, before looking to Butler, whose face was totally impassive.

Holly looked up at Artemis once more and nodded. "It was a pixie," she told Mr. Wayne. "However, you must keep this information to yourself, as The People don't like publicity. You tell no one of the existence of magical being, we don't release the location of the Bat Cave. Deal?" Bruce frowned, then nodded.

"Very well, now explain."

"I believe that we will need my brothers for that."

A: DUN DUN DUUUUUUN!

I: (Still chasing Bill.)

Bill:(Snaps fingers and Mabel and Dipper appear)

A: Who the heck are you?

I: NOOOOO! THIS ISN'T THEIR FANFICTION!

Mabel: Hi! I'm Mabel and this is my dorky twin brother Dipper!

A: Hey, if they get to be in here, I want Ross.

I: (Still chasing and screaming at Bill while trying not the step on Myles, who was still on the floor)

A: Well, if there's one thing I've learned from growing up in a family of 13, it's that not saying no means yes. *snaps fingers*

Ross Lynch: *looks around in confusion* What the…?

Bill: (Snaps fingers and R5 and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles show up)

I: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BILL!

Mikey: Duuuuude *sees Ross and his band* Hey! I went to your last concert!

Riker:...You're a turtle….

Raph: *snorts* Yeah, and you're a blondie. What of it?

Dipper: How are we all here and Why?

Mabel: Relax Dipstick! I'm sure this lovely lady could answer (Gestures to A)

I and Bill: (Still in a game of Cat and Mouse)

A: No, I don't think she can. Anyway, thanks for reading this! Stay tuned and don't give up on us! The next chapter WILL be up…..eventually. LOTS OF LOVE, please reveiw. Reviews give us the inspiration to keep writing. Give us your thoughts, your ideas on how the plot should go, comments, complaints, or criticisms on what has already been written, all that good stuff. Go ahead and flame us if you want, I'll just make Ross beat you over the head with his guitar.

Ross Lynch: No seriously. What's going on?

Donny: Interesting….there appear to be no physical limitations in this place….

Mikey: Does that mean I can have super powers?

Ratliff: *Starts to float*

Mikey: YAAAAH

I: (runs into Donny while trying to chase Bill and falls on my rump) Ouch!

A: *Falls over laughing*