Chapter 35

Rise and Shine?

Holly's POV:

"Rise and shine!" squealed an overly perky voice from beside me. Ugh, I groaned as light creeped in from the window. It was too early for this.

"What time is it?" I grumbled to my pillow.

"It's two in the afternoon," she smiled. "It's time to get up."

"Five more minutes," I begged sleepily. "I'll get up in five minutes."

"Yeah, you've said that like ten times. I'm not going to leave until you get up."

I grumbled something unintelligible as I tried to rest. "Okay that's it. No more playing nice," Juliet murmered.

"If you don't get up right now then I'm going to go get some water and soak you," she threatened and I knew that she was serious.

I sighed into the pillow. If there's one thing that I know about Juliet, it's that she never, ever gives up. Must be an inherited trait. "Fine," I mumbled, forcing myself to sit up. "Happy now?"

"Yes, I am. Or I will be after you've bathed and changed."

"Coffee," I groaned loudly.

Juliet rolled her huge eyes. "Get dressed. It'll be waiting for you."

The promise of real coffee had me up and ready. I gathered a towel and some toiletries and made my way to the bathroom. This time, I didn't try to get into the huge tub because I was in such a big hurry to get my coffee.

The hot shower relaxed my stressed muscles. I quickly cleant off my body and stepped out of the shower. Then, I dried off with the heavy, fluffy, white towels. They were still somewhat warm and felt heavenly on my skin. Then, I put my white robe back on and went back to my room.

Juliet had, of course, already picked my clothes out and laid them on the bed. In fact, she had even laid out my bra and panties. I tried not to blush at the fact that she had went into my private things. Though to be honest, I would have been more surprised if she hadn't.

I pulled on the lacy, midnight blues set. Juliet had laid out a purple minidress and another pair of black boots. Thankfully, she had also given me a pair of black leggings. The dress was actually pretty. It was deep purple with a scoop neck and a black, lacy cami peeking out of the top. The dress was tight and tanktop-like ath the top. The bottom flared out ath the hips and had a bit of black lace peeking out. Then there was a large black and silver belt around my waist. Okay, I'll admit it. Juliet has taste.

I took a final glance in the mirror as I walked out of the room and to the kitchen area. Juliet was sitting at the table when I managed to stumble in.

"Coffee," I moaned.

Juliet glanced up from her plate of fresh fruit and waffles. She only glanced up to roll her eyes. "Are you always this eloquent in the morning?"

I grimaced in her direction. She just smirked as she pointed to the machine and said "Coffee's right there."

"Thanks," I grunted, trudging over to the machine. I poured the coffee into a large, white, porcelain mug. Then, I added sugar and cream to the steaming cup. The coffee was piping hot, so I blew on it to cool it before taking a sip. I began to slowly sip a bit and it was heavenly. The caffeine spread through my system and electrified every nerve in its path. It was so much stronger than what I'm used to. Haven's sim-coffee is good, but it takes away some of the 'unneccessary' caffeine. It's still close in taste, but can't really compare to the real thing.

Juliet patiently waited as I drained my cup. As soon as it was gone, she spoke up. "Are you always this genial in the morning?"

I felt like laughing. I had a reputation at work for being grumpy in the morning. Hard to imagine yelling as a subordinate could result in that type of reputation. "Of course. I couldn't imagine being any other way," I said batting my eyelashes.

"Of course not," she giggled. "Would you like some breakfast?" At the word 'breakfast', my stomach grumbled loudly.

"What's for breakfast?"

"Fresh strawberries, green grapes, cantelope, peaches, and waffles."

At this point, my mouth was watering. Fresh fruit happens to be a weakness for any self-respecting, vegetarian fairy. "That sounds delicious."

"Sit down and I'll fix you a plate," she assured me. I went on and did what she requested. I sat there watching her carry the fruit to the sink and wash it meticulously. I couldn't help but remember the first time that I had met her. After Arty kidnapped me. I remember her telling me that she was going to bring me some food, and I ordered her to make sure it was clean of the mud man stink. I suppose she still remembers.

"Here you go," Juliet said, lying a heaping plate of fruit in front of me. It looked so huge and ripe. The strawberries were gigantic and seemed to shine in the light. The peaches were massive and a bright orange color. I picked up one of the larges t of the strawberries. I took a bite, and a squib of red juice flowed into my mouth. The flavor popped on my tongue. The taste was almost orgasmically sweet. (not that I would know.)

"Wow," I said in shock. "That was amazing."

"I know right," Juliet grinned, pushing her long blond, hair over one shoulder. "Artemis developed a new method to always get fruit like that. It's pretty effective." Of course, it had to be Artemis. He seems to discover everything worth discovering. I guess it's part of being a genius.

"I'm not surprised," I smiled as I continued to try the other fruits which were just as sweet and juicy.

"Speaking of Artemis..." she trailed off, leaving no doubt as to what she wanted to talk about.

"What?" I asked playing dumb. Juliet may want to talk about it, but I wasn't going to make it any easier on her.

"What happened last night?"

"We only talked. You know, get to know each other better."

"How much better?" Juliet asked mischeviously.

My face involuntarily colored from the implications of her words. "Not like that!"

"Of course not," Juliet giggled like some naughty schoolgirl that had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Where did you guys go?"

"We just drove around," I lied. Arty had said that he had never taken anyone else there. I didn't want to ruin that for him. So, I lied.

"Ooooh, sounds fun," she squealed. "Are you sure, you two didn't pull off on the side of the road and...?"

"Juliet!" I snapped. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

Juliet's grin stretched even farther if that was possible. "I was going to say 'talk'. So, now who's mind is in the gutter?"

I really didn't believer her, but I still blushed anyway. Besides, I couldn't really prove what she had been thinking. But someting is telling me that what she would have said would have curled my hair and turned my face into a permanent shade of red.

"Sorry," I muttered.

"Oh, it's more han okay," she practically leered.

"Why?" I sighed in defeat. What's the point of trying to resist when I know that I'll just get pulled over to one side eventually?

"It proves that you are attracted to him. Thinking about you two in... awkward situations. I bet you were imagining him in the buff."

"Whayt?" I gasped, sure that my face was red enough to see from space. "I would never think of Artemis in that way."

"Me thinketh the lady doth protest too much."

"Me knowest Juliet is out of her mind," I grumbled.

"What-ever," she sing-songed. "I'm not the sick-o thinking of Arty without clothes." Somehow, blood was still flowing to my face. If it continues like this then I'm going to lose all feeling in my legs.

"Please, I'd be forever blinded by his pale, white butt," I joked, rolling my eyes.

"Oooh," Juliet leered. "So, you have been thinking about his butt."

Grrr, everytime that I think I'll get her to shut up, she just keeps on going. At times like this, I wish she had inherited her brother's common sense and quiet nature.

I kept silent and she used my silence as a springboard for her next comment. "Suure Holly. You don't like him. You know that if you keep pretending then your feelings might just go away, but for some reason I really doubt it." Now, this was getting annoying. Arty is just a friend nothing more and nothing less. When will people realize that?And now we were back to more 'feelings' talk. That's just what I want to hear. As if I could ever have any feelings for him.

"I refuse to continue this conversation," I replied, folding my arms across my chest in a display of my stubborness.

"Fine, we'll talk about something other than the fact that you want to jump Arty's bones and shag him so long and hard that you won't be able to walk right for a week."

"Juliet!" I gasped in shock. Her language had been so... crude. It was something that Arty would say but it's true. Her words were curede. I feel like Butler at the moment. Sure, I know that Juliet was an adult, but I never imagined her as talking like that. Americans. Their language is just awful.

Juliet just grinned sheepishly. "All right that was my last joke," she muttered, but I could tell that a 'for now' was inferred. "Next topic."

"Um, I actually like the outfit," I replied, relieved to have finally changed subjects.

"Thanks," she rolled her eyes. "Nice to know that you have so much faith in me."

"You know how you can be sometimes," I reminded her. "You can be... overly excited."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she hugged, also crossing her arms.

"Of course you don't," I shrugged, soaking my voice in sarcasm. "You know, Da-nile is more than a river in Egypt."

"Ha, you should talk," she giggled. "That's the exact definition of the pot calling the kettle black."

I chose not to dignify that idiotic stateminet with a response. She's so completlely stubborn that nothing that I say can convinve her that what she thinks isn't correct.

"Anyway," Juliet began. "Why are you still like that?"

"Like what?" I asked confused. As far as I knew, I wasn't any different than I normally was.

"Like 'Holinda'. We're here alone. You can be 'Holly' now."

"Oh yeay," I said realizing that I had left my ring switched on. Well on the positive side, at least I know that it's water-proof.

"Ooops," I said slipping the ring off. My skin felt a little tingly as I changed back into me. Of course, now, my feet didn't touch the floor. I suppose that you win some and lose some. This was just one of the times that I had lost.

"Good to see you, Holly."

"And you too, Juliet," I played along. "Hey, speaking of 'nights'," though I knew that we had been speaking of no such thing. "How was yours with Emory?"

This time it was Juliet who blushed deeply. "Um, good." she answered, but it was obvious that she was dying to tell me more about it.

Well, no need to disappoint her. "That's all that you have to say? Come on. Tell me all of it," I demanded, sounding like some gossipy, teenage girl.

"Fine," she 'sighed' as she pretended that she didn't want to tell me. "Well, we danced for a while, and he's a great dancer. Though not as good s Arty apparently..."

Of course, she had to get a dig in. So, I rolled my eyes, but mostly ignored her comment. "Well, we talked even more. He's ... interesting. Then he took my number and wants to go out with me one day this week."

"Well good for you," I grinned. "You need a date."

Juliet blushed and giggled. "What time do you have to be back at Tara?" she asked, successfully changing the subject.

Ugh, I frowned a bit at the thought of leaving. I loved Haven, and was homesick for my proper home, the surface. This was truly the People's rightful home and we will always long for it. So, being up here, just for the weekend, was amazing.

"My shutttle leaves at five, with or without me."

"Hmmm," Juliet mumbled, tapping her chin as she calculated something. "We should probably leave around four-ish so that the traffic won't be too bad."

"Okay," I agreed. "But I still need to pack."

"Well, we'd better get started," Juliet said as she stood and stretched. I did the same. Then, I put my plate in the sink, still thinking about how great the fruit had been. Juliet led the way to my room and I followed behind her like an obedient puppy.

"Hmm," She murmered, as she looked around at the large amount of bags that were strewed across the room. "How in the name of Helen of Troy are we going to get these to Haven?"

I smiled at the fact that I knew something that she didn't. It was sort of like an all-powerful high. This must be how Arty feels all of the time.

"I have my ways," I winked.

"Then please enlighten me."

I grinned to myself as I rifled through my things and brought out a huge black purse. "This is the answer," I said, pointing at the huge, black, shiny purse with large silver buckles.

"Umm, have you gone insane?" she demanded. "The purse is big, but it's not that big."

"Are you doubting me?" I inquired innocently.

"Yes, I am," she admittted, ever blunt.

"Fine, I'll show you," I smirked. "Hand me a bag."

Juliet handed me a small bag that probably just had a shirt in it. "Huh," I sighed rolling my eyes. "Hand me a bigger bag, please."

Juliet complied and watched me as I unzipped the bag as much as I possibly could. I took the sack and stuffed it in as far as possible. It mostly fit, but hung out a bit. "Hand me another," I ordered and she did as I had asked.

I stuffed that one on top of it. It shouldn't have fit, but as I put the second bag on top the first vanished with a loud 'POP!'.

"Whoah, it disappeared!" Juliet squealed and her huge eyes opened even wider. "How did you do that?"

"Foaly," I replied. "He managed to combine magic and science. You insert a large object and it's transported to a place of your choosing. The magic allows space extension and teleportation, and the science allows for slight deminsional instability and exaggeration. These bags are top section 8 security. Each has a tracking chip so that they can be destroyed easily. In other words, they're pretty cool."

"So, repeat: what excatly does it do?" she asked and I knew that she had no idea. Just like when Foaly had first explained it to me.

"The bag holds as much as possible then it's full. When it fills, then whatever is in there is transported to a set location. This location being my living room for now."

"That's pretty cool I'm guessing it was created by Foaly?" Sarcasm would be to tell her that I had all ready said that, but I'm not that mean.

"Of course. He's so proud o it that he just had to gloat and give me one."

Juliet giggled, but then sobered up. "We should finish this up."

And so we did. We took all of the bags and pusheed them down into the 'purse'. Ten minutes later, we were finally done.

"Finally done," she sighed. "And we have to leave in like ten minutes."

"Aww too bad," I groaned. I really had had a fun weekend. Note to self: Call Juliet more.

Juliet and I just dithered around for the next ten minutes. The next thing I knew, she was telling me to come on. I glanced at the reflection in the mirror. I gook one last look at 'Holly' and slipped on the ring. I watched as I grew, my face turned tan, and my hair blond.

"Let's go," I smiled.

"About time," Juliet grinned, letting me go out in front of her with nothing but my black bag on my shoulder. I turened and watched her shut off the light and lock the door on one of the most fun weekends that I've ever had on the surface.

Juliet and I took the semi-short walk down the ten flights of stairs. The excited valet from the night before was standing at the door. I felt a little bad. He was still working? How long had he been there?

"Ms. Butler and Ms. Briefs, if you would just wait then I'll bring your car around," he stammered.

Juliet winked at me. Luckily, she was angled so that the boy couldn't see her. She stepped close to him. He was gangly and almost half a foot taller than her. Juliet clasped her hands in font of her and beamed up at him. "Oh, would you?" she cooed, sickeningly. It was a lot like she had been when she talked to Emory.

"Y...y...yes ma'am," he stammered.

"No need for the ma'am. Don't even call me Juliet. No, you can call me Julie." All of this had been said in a tittering voice that was at least an octive higher than usual.

"Yes, m...Julie," he said with a nervous smile. "I...I'll be right back with your car."

"Thank you," she squealed, very close to his chest. The boy looked a bit dazed as he staggled out of the door into the parking lot.

As soon as he was gone, I let out the giggle/groan that I had been holding in. "Juliet Butler, what do you think you were doing?"

Juliet snickered into her hand. "Nooothing."

"Why are you messing with the poor boy?" I asked feeling for all the world like I was her stuffy mother.

"Cause it was fun," she chuckled. "Besides he seemed to be so sad, insecure and awkward, and uncomfortable. I wanted to make him feel a bit better about himself."

"Yes, well you didn't have to be so... so," I began, unable to finish.

"So, what?" Juliet smirked in a way that reminded me of Arty.

"So desperate. The boy's probably hyperventalating by now." And, he may not be better off at the end of his 'excitement'.

Juliet rolled her eyes. "Just play along, Holinda."

Before, I could say anything the vallet pulled up in hte car. He parked it under the canopy and hopped out excitedly.

"Ma'ams," he said extending his arms to us. "Your car." We linked arms with him and he led us out to the car. He was in the middle and we looked like his two 'gorgeous' girlfriends. Once we got to the car, he let us go reluctantly.

He opened the passenger door and Juliet sashayed up to were he was standing. "Thank you," she giggled. "You did such a great job parking."

"Th-th-tha-thank you, Julie," he stammered.

I just rolled my eyes. "Thank you very much," I grinned as I stepped around them to climb in on the passenger's side.

"You're welcome," he said takinga moment to look at me appreciatively. "It was my pleasure."

"I guess we have to leave," 'Julie' huffed, her huge eyes looking like they were going to brim over with tears.

"Yes...Julie. Have a good day," he stammered.

"Thanks," Juliet giggled, standing on her tip toes and planting a kiss on his cheek.

Then she pulled back, leaving him standing there rubbin his cheek in wonder. Juliet ran to the driver's side of the car and hopped in. She revved the engine twice and tore off, leaving the shell-shocked vallet staring, star-struck after her.

"Now, he's definitely hyperventalating," I grinned.

"Yeah he is," Juliet snickered. "Though, I'm glad that I could be of service."

I just rolled my eyes. "Hey, do you know where you're going?"

"Duh!" she said. "I know exactly where I'm going?"

"How?" I asked curiously.

"Arty has a GPS with all magical hot spots and places on it. Apparently, he can use it underground too."

"What do you mean 'he can even use it underground.'?" I demanded.

"Well," Juliet stammered nervously. "He can take over cameras an dsee what's happening in Haven or Atlantis. WIth that info he was able to piece together a usable map. So, then he just tagged a satelite and upgraded his GPS."

"Of course," I sighed. It was annoying, to know that we had no secrets. But to be honest, I'm not very surprised.

"You're not angry or shocked or anything?" she asked, seeming to flench away from any anger that I might exhibit.

"No, I would have been more surprised i he hadn't done something like that. Besides, Haven can always do with another pair of eyes watching over her."

"Especially f those eyes are the beautiful mismatched color that they are," she remarked coyly.

"Oh please," I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Not this again."

"Not what?" she asked still trying to play coy.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Whaaat?" Juliet giggled. "Ooooh, is it the fact that you're in love with Artemis Fowl?"

"You are wrong and you know it," I replied trying to remain emotionless.

"I know that when you two finally swallow your pride andget together then I'm just going to say 'I told you so'.

"Fine, but I wouldn't hold your breath," I giggled. "Actually, maybe you should hold your breath. If you do, then you won't be able to bug me about this."

"Sure Holly. Just keep on hiding behind those walls. I can't wait until they come crashing down."

"There are no walls," I said, turning to look out at the foliage that was whipping past us.

"Have it your way," she smilled placatingly.

"I intend to," I smirked.

"Hey, Holly. Do you want me to let it go?" She asked. I could tell that there was some catch, but the outcome was favorable to say the least.

"Duh!" I said using one of her favorite words. She stuck her tongue out at me and I just giggled back at her. Sometimes, she can be so young. Though to be fair, she's really not that old at all.

"If you let me ask you a few questions and you answer them then I'll let it go."

Hmm, it was a pretty good deal. But on the other hand, I knew that all of her questions would be about Arty. I nodded anyway, because I knew that she would get her way. And it would be harder on me if I chose not to cooperate.

"You miss Arty when you don't see him for a while, don't you?"

"Of course," I chucled at the thought of not missing him. "He's my best friend and I never really get to see him. How could I not miss him?"

"Mmmm-hmm," seh nodded. She was watching the road, but I still had the feeling that I was being watched. I shrugged if off and tred to pay attention to the next question that was coming out of her mouth. "And do you wishe that you could talk to him more?"

"Sometimes. But at times, he annoys me to no end adn I think that the last thin I want is to talk to him."

Juliet chuckled a bit before moving on. "When you're having a good day, do you wish that he was there to share it with you?"

How does she know me so well? Yes, sometimes I think that Artemis would enjoy some joke that had been told. I sometimes wish that he was there to prove someone wrong. But that's how everyone feels for their friends, right?

"Sometimes. But I feel that way for all of my friends. Even you, though Frond knows why."

"And when you're having a bad day, do you sometimes wish that he was there to make it better?"

Honestly, sometimes its like Juliet can read my mind. Yes, when I have a bad day, I sometimes wish that he was there. Artemis can distract me in a way that no one else can. No matter how sad or angry I am, he can force me out of it. Of course, I'd never admit this to anyone especially not him.

"Of course. When I'm having a bad day, I'd love for him to be there. So, I'd have something to hit."

"Suure," Juliet said, completely emotionlessly. "So, do you ever dream about him?"

Dreams. My mind couldn't help but go back to the dream that I had had last night. The way he kissed me, the way he touched me, the words he had said, and how good he felt.

Yes, I dreamt about him, but those dreams were nothing more than the result of my friend's constant buzzings in my ear about Artemis. It has nothing to do with what I actually feel.

"Of course not," I lied. "I have never dreamt about him, and definitely don't plan on doing so."

"Holly, we're here," Juliet said. I hadn't even noticed that the car had stopped. I glanced at the clock. 4:45, meaning that I only had fifteen minutes until the shuttle left with or without me.

"Bye Juliet," I smiled. "I really had fun."

"Bye Holly," she laughed and stretched her arms out to hug me. I accepted her hug and squeezed the blond girl tightly. "I'm gonna miss you, Holly Short. You better call me."

"I promise I will," I said, tears clouding my eyes. Juliet released me and I smiled at her as I opened the door and stepped out.

"Hey Holly," she called, just as I was about to close the door.

"What, Juliet? I hate to run, but I really need to go..."

"It won't take long. I just want you to do me a favor."

I was unsure of what to say. One thing that I've learned is that you should never agree to a favor if you don't know what it is. "Huh," I sighed. "What is it?"

"Just... think about the questions that I asked you. Somehow, I don't think that you were quite honest with me. But, then, you still haven't been quite honest with yourself, so that's all right. Just think about all of the possibilities and... embrace the truth."

"Fine," I fibbed, though I had no intention of thinking about what she said. Somehow, I really don't think that she believed that either. "I have to go, bye."

I glanced ar the clock. Ten minues. It took off running to Tara. I was right outside when I realized that I was still a human. If the security or civillians saw what Foaly had invented then there would be no peace and smuggling would only get worse. If that's possible.

So, I pushed the center button and watched the ring stop flashing. I then pushed through Tara's doors and bolted to the desk. A squat gnome was sitting there, frowning at me.

"I'm... here," I panted, handing her my ticket.

"Cutting it mighty close aren't we, Major?": she asked, sniffing like I had personally offended her. Ugh, she was that type. An older gnome who hadn't done much with her life and was exceedingly bitter. She had power and wanted to lord it over me and prove herself to be superior. Of course, she had forgotten that I outrank her, but I'm going to play nice and keep my claws sheathed.

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry."

"Just see that you're on time next time. That way, we don't have to wait for you."

I put on my best smile, which was really more of a showing of my teeth. "Well, no one would have to wait if you weren't sitting here lecturing me."

"Pardon me?" she demanded, shocked that I would have the audacity to speak to her like that. Obviously, she had never heard of my reputation of being a renegade.

"You heard me," I grinned. "Now if you please, I'd like to board the shuttle."

She didn't say anything so I pushed back through where the shuttle is parked. I got on and tried to find my seat. What luck. I was sitting beside a teenage elf who was only thinking about looking up and down my dress. On my other side was an elf business woman. She was constantly talking on her cell phone and finding a reason to ignore me.

Within five minutes of my boarding, we were instructed to buckle our safety belts and were leaving.

The woman next to me, studiously ignored me. She was talking on the phone and arguing about bonds or something very similar. But the teenager kept trying to make conversation and get my phone number. I just rolled my eyes and took it. No, I wasn't old enough to be his mother, but I was definitely too old for him. I was relatively cool until he asked my cup size. I took a deep breath and tried not to say anything. I didn't want to hurt the kid, but he was getting annoying.

Needless to say, it was a long ride home. A very long ride home. So long that when we stopped, I was one of the first out of my seat. Thankfully, I was also one of the first off of the shuttle.

Soon enough, I was out into the port. I didn't have to go through the 'processing' like since I'm LEP. I thanked my lucky stas s I stepped out into Haven. Then, I took my first breath of recycled air. It always tastes a little stale after the sweet surface air. But there's no denying that it's cleaner than the pollutant-laced human variety.

The artificial sunlight streamed onto my face as I left the shuttle port and began to walk to my house. My pace was so quick that I reacehd the familiar porch in about fifteen minutes. Surprisingly, it felt pretty good to be home.

I unlocked my door with 'key' that I kept under my 'mat' and entered into my little living room. It looked jut like I had left it. I flipped on the lights and flopped down on my comfy couch. My remote was in its usual place on the arm of my sofa. I grabbed it and flipped it on to PPTV.

There was a reality show about pixies on. It was rather boring and besides, I remember the last pixies special that I watched. It was about the Brill brothers back when we thought that they were innocent. No thanks. I felt my eyes getting heavier, and was about to doze off when there was an eager and loud 'Knock! Knock!' at my door.

Ugh, I was very tempted to just ignore it, but then the knocking got louder. It was as if the person on the other side knew what I was doing. Whoever it was probably did. I'm not known for being kind when interruped, but I am known for always answering the door.

"Ugh," I groaned again as I forced my self up from the couch. I dragged myself to the door, not even bothering to put on a 'nice' face.

"Yes?" I snapped, swinging the door open, not at all surprised by who I saw standing there.

A/n:

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