"Hey there." Morrigan greeted Artemis. To say "greet" though, implies that the meeting is formal and her intention was definitely not to be formal. She opened his door and leaned against the frame. Opal was happy to see that Morrigan had decided to wear a pair of short leather boots followed by fishnet leggings that were paired with simple, denim black shorts. On top of that was a camouflage, tight fitting t shirt with a nice black corset laced up her back. To add to the "rebel look" Morrigan had teased her hair and threw it up into a loose bun. "Whatcha doing?"

Artemis looked up, "Ummm . . nothing . . ?" In fact he actually had been running Morrigan's name through the missing childrens site again. "Do you need something Morrigan?"

She shrugged, but then said "How'd you figure out what my name was- is?" She attempted to flip a stray lock of hair out of her eyes, but it just looked like a neck spasm.

"When we -ahem- met in the wash room I saw your tattoo, the flying raven with the words taibhse banríon below it. Taibhse Banríon is gaelic, it means ghost queen. The name Morrigan, according to modern etymology, means phantom queen or great queen. She was a warrior queen and was associated with prophecy and fertility. Legend has it the when on earth she usually appeared in the form of a raven."

He could of said all of that to truly explain how he reached his conclusion, but he didn't. "I looked at the facts, put together a conclusion."

She slowly walked over to where he sat and leaned against his desk, "I'm looking at the facts too. And you know what I see?"

"What do you see?" He asked skeptically, eyes still locked on the computer.

Morrigan pulled his rolly chair away out from the desk and spun him around to face her. Their faces were so close. "I think this," She pointed to him and her together, "Would be great."

Artemis, ever the genius, was lost, "This. .. .?"

"Yes!" She pulled him out of his chair, he stood up. "This. You, me. I'm just looking at the facts." With every word she stepped closer, and Artemis backed another step away. Clever line, Opal smiled.

Artemis stuttered, "A- Are you okay, Morrigan?" Why are you stuttering, idiot? Get a hold on yourself! Stupid hormones. Artemis berated himself.

"I'm fine. The question is are you okay?" She advanced again, putting her hands on his shoulders so he wouldn't escape. Get to the point! You're taking too long. Opal commanded.

"I'm . . fine." He ducked under Morrigan's arm after a ping sounded off from his computer (thankfully). The screen had her full biography on it. He scrolled quickly down the page, reading as fast as the speed-reading champion could. Most of it was trivial stuff but Wait, did I read that right? . . . Siblings: 1 brother, Rowan, deceased. "Oh my." This may have been one of the few times that Artemis was genuinely sorry. "Morrigan, I have something-"

So she kissed him.

Minerva turned on her laptop after a nice, refreshing round of tennis with Jean Claude. Still in her tennis outfit of a white top and miniskirt, she tapped her nails on the desk top, waiting for the main screen to load. Welcome. It welcomed. She typed in the complicated password quickly, bringing up the desktop. She pulled up firefox to her email. You've got mail! There was a few unopened emails, including one from Artemis. No surprise that it was the first one she opened. Delighted to find the new information (also suspicious, How does he know she has a tattoo? And where?), she added in the data to her already running software. It shouldn't take long now. Minerva thought.

"Miss Minerva? I've brought you a refreshment and your favorite cookies." Jean Claude knocked and entered her room.

"My favorite?"

"Oreos, miss." Jean answered.

"Oh thank you, Jean Claude!" Minerva rushed to the platter of milk and oreo cookies in Jean's hands. Oreos were Minerva's secret guilty pleasure, and few people knew that. In fact, only two people knew it: Jean Claude and Minerva. No doubt Artemis had already figured it out, but that didn't really matter.

"How's the project coming?" Jean asked.

"It's going well. I'm running it on that girl Artemis found." Minerva answered, after finishing a cookie with a sip of milk.

"Really? If you don't mind my asking," Jean set down the platter, "Why are you so . . . interested in this girl? And Artemis's relationship with her."

"She's sent from his enemy. Isn't it natural to be curious about who she is?" Minerva answered, somewhat defensively.

"Of course miss. I apologize." Jean bowed his head and turned to go.

"How's your sister?"

Jean paused. "Why don't you tell me?"

Minerva smiled kindly, "She's doing just fine. She just graduated high school with honors."

He smiled back, "Thank you, Minerva." The computer pinged and Minerva dashed to see what had come up on the software. Jean sighed, What a good moment, destroyed by her blasted obsession with Master Fowl.

"Jean Claude, come look at this!" She waved for him to come over, "It says that her brother is deceased. She said that Opal would kill her brother if she didn't do what she wanted."

"So? That only means that this Opal has tricked her." Jean replied.

"Yes, it does." She read some more, "She also is extremely skilled in computer engineering and . . . hacking." Minerva frowned, thinking.

"Does that mean anything important, miss?"

"Yes it does. She's going to try to hack Artemis's files!" Minerva exclaimed. She grabbed one last cookie and dashed out of the room, "Jean, I want a car ready out front immediately."

"Yes miss, but what for? Butler can easily remove the girl if Artemis calls." Jean asked, rushing to keep up with her.

"Of course, easily. But if they're alone together Morrigan can just as easily remove Artemis!" Minerva and Jean turned a corner.

"I'll have a car ready in no time, Miss." He said, he took out a walkie talkie and told his fellow manservant to get the fastest car they have out front. "Don't worry miss, Artemis will be fine."

"The sentiment is unhelpful but appreciated, thank you Jean."

Artemis groggily opened his eyes. He was lying on the bed, his right hand was tied to the bed post with a small strip of cloth, probably torn from the pillow case.

"Good morning, sunshine." Morrigan greeted. She was sitting in front of the computer, but spun around in the chair, grinning maniacally like an evil genius.

Artemis's eyebrows flew up, "Morrigan?"

She laughed, "Just kidding! Ha, the look on your face . . . " She turned back to the computer and continued typing.

He pulled on the makeshift handcuff. "Morrigan!"

"What? I'm busy." She asked impatiently, still typing away.

"What are you doing?!" He asked, nearly yelling.

"Why don't you use that high IQ of yours to figure it out while I continue, undistracted, with what I'm doing?" She replied.

"Let's see. . . " He thought hard for a long moment. "You need something rom my files."

"Correct." Morrigan nodded.

"Since Opal sent you then it probably has something to do with Haven." Artemis continued. Again, Morrigan nodded. "It's about the trial, isn't it? . . .She needs the witness."

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" Morrigan exclaimed, not without sarcasm.

"And you needed me because I have all Foaly's files, including the files that has the rendezvous point for the witness and you couldn't get into Foaly's computer." Artemis concluded.

Precisely. "Precisely." The girls said. "You're good."

On a normal day, Artemis would smirk and reply "I know." But today wasn't a normal day. Well. . He thought, Not normal for most people. "Morrigan, there's something you don't know."

"Big surprise there." She continued her clicking and typing. Artemis saw the firewall go up but Morrigan didn't look phased.

"No, Opal is tricking you!" Artemis pulled his wrist again, but accomplished nothing.

Don't listen to him. He's lying so you won't do it. Opal told her. But "Rowan" wasn't here to listen, and Morrigan was curious. "What do you mean?" She looked over her shoulder at the boy.

"Your brother, Rowan isn't-" Artemis tried to tell her but was interrupted by screams.

Morrigan jumped up. "STOP! STOP! STOP! Don't tell her any more!" The words didn't sound as if they were coming from Morrigan. Opal had actually gotten so angry, or terrified, that she actually succeeded in momentarily taking over Morrigan's actions. You see what I can do? Opal bluffed, Don't listen to anything else he says. Do you want your brother to survive?

She sat back down slowly and went back to cracking his computer. "Artemis. Shut up. You're really not helping anything."

"Morrigan, you have to listen to me!" He protested.

"No! I can't. I told you that if I don't do this my brother will suffer. He's only 6 for God's sake!" She tried not to but tears slipped out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "What kind of sister would I be if I let that happen?"

Artemis looked over and saw that the firewall had been broken through. Despite the situation, he groaned. I'm going to have to rewrite the whole system. Morrigan finally reached the file stolen from Foaly's computer, CTRL+P. The printer started up and spat out the pages.

Artemis tried again, "Morrigan, if you'd just listen to me-"

"Sorry Artemis, gotta go. It's been real." She curtseyed like a lady, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Stop right there!" He commanded as she turned to go.

She tisked, "Oh Arty, Arty, Arty. What are you going to do? What can you do?"

"I'll yell! Butler will arrive in a second." He exclaimed. It was meant to be a threat, but sounded a little like he was begging.

She neatly folded the papers and tucked them into her shirt. "It seems like you're begging me to make you shut up."

"I'm -ahem- begging you to listen." Out of habit he choked on "begging", he was a very prideful boy. She moved to the bed where Artemis sat, and sat with him. "Morrigan, stay."

"I wish I could Artemis. I honestly wish I could." She admitted, it's no use holding back any secrets if she's going to die anyway. "You have given me the best life, albeit it was temporary, but it was more than I could ask for. You, Butler, the boys, you all were just . . .so good to me." Those words were weighted with honesty, and gratitude. She took Artemis's hand in hers, "From what I remember of my past no one, no one has been so good to me. And I'm sorry I have to do this to you." She paused for a moment, hoping that Opal would tell her what to do next. She didn't. Opal? She called. Opal, what do I do now? There was no answer, only a slight echo of a sentence, a murmur.

"You've got it all wrong, Opal is tricking you." Artemis repeated again.

"She's in my head, Artemis! I could hear her and she told me what to do, everything. So tell me how, in the world, would she be able to trick me if she's in my mind?" Morrigan asked, dispiritedly.

"I only know the truth, not how she lied."

Morrigan stood up, she sighed, "I guess it doesn't matter now, does it? Goodbye, Artemis."

"BUTLER!" Artemis began calling, yelling at the top of his lungs.

Morrigan started, "Shut up Artemis!" She smushed her hand on his mouth but he kept on trying to yell. She sat down again beside him, she leaned her head close, like she was about to whisper to him. When he quieted down she removed her hand.

"Your brother, he's not-" Morrigan cut Artemis's sentence off with a kiss, her lips still tainted with the sleeping serum. Morrigan closed her eyes, savoring probably the only moment with Artemis she'll have before she faces her grim fate. Artemis's eyes closed, partly due to the serum, but also because this moment was, at the risk of sounding cliché, was a supernova moment. The moment lasted forever, and then forever ended. Morrigan pulled away and Artemis sank onto the backboard of the bed, falling asleep. He tried to keep awake by gripping her hand tightly, "He's not with Opal, he's dead." He whispered, then blacked out.

Morrigan's heart stopped, "What? Artemis, who? Who's dead?" She shook him, asking the question she already knew the answer to, but didn't want to know. She let him go. No, no . . Without another word she silently slipped out of the room, out the house and off the property with her destination in mind. Without the Opal in her head telling her what to do, Morrigan had remembered the instructions herself. To Tara it is, then.

"Butler? Artemis? Answer the door!" Minerva knocked on the door hard. Jean Claude stood by her side.

"What's the matter?" Butler asked, opening the door.

"Where's Artemis?" She asked, somehow managing to gracefully barge into the mansion.

"Up in his room, what's wrong Minerva?" Butler asked again.

"Come, check his room. I think Morrigan may be plotting to hack his computer for Opal." She explained.

Butler immediately dashed up the stairs, way faster than Minerva could ever move. When he arrived in Artemis's room he found him passed out, left hand tied to the bedpost. "Artemis!" He knelt by his master's side and checked for a pulse. Minerva and Jean Claude arrived behind him. "He has a pulse, but he's out."

"Where's Morrigan?" Minerva asked, holding back a smirk. Butler looked around but when he didn't see her, Minerva said, "She probably ran. She tied Artemis to the bed, took whatever files she needed from him, knocked him out, and then ran. I told him that she was a danger, but he didn't listen."

"Jean Claude, can you go check the security system for me? And on the way make sure the twins are safe." Butler asked. He untied Artemis and sat him upright, lightly tapping his face to bring him back to consciousness.

"Yes sir." Jean saluted and left.

"What are you going to do with her, when we find her?" Minerva asked.

"That hardly matters now, does it?" Butler replied, almost sounding angry, very unprofessional. But then again, she was being an extreme pain. "Artemis? Artemis, talk to me."

Artemis groaned a bit, "Hello, old friend."

Butler smiled, "How many fingers am I holding up?" He held up 3.

"Where's Morrigan?" He asked, sitting up suddenly. That was a mistake, he got a huge headrush.

"That's not the answer." Minerva pointed out.

"She's gone, Artemis. She left." Butler answered.

Artemis rested his head in his hands. "Gone?"