Disclaimer: All characters belong to Eoin Colfer except for Celeste and
Kearns.
Author's Note : Ah... Flame me now, just realized that just because there's
no icon on the desktop doesn't mean Word didn't get installed... *blushes*
Sorry for the wait. Must forfeit my indents. and bolds. and italics. but I
got the spaces. So far. Also, if it's still not long enough, make the font
bigger! Haha!
Moonlightgoddess: I admit, I used to be A/H. But then I became H/?, which
comes in lata.
By the way, I ran Celeste through the litmus test. She scored 21. But I
promise, she won't be Mary Sue. I hope.
Chapter II Lower Elements Police Plaza, Haven
Captain Holly Short ambled to the double doors of the Ops booth. Punching in the access code with a tapered nut brown finger, she listened to the pneumatic hiss of the doors opening. A small smile carved her features, undoubtedly knowing that Foaly would be in a good mood. Commander Root had just been warned by his physician that his blood pressure was too high. No surprises there.
Foaly barely looked up as Holly entered the room. He was busy at work on their second attempt to get the Council to accept the 'sealed acorn unit' idea. It had saved Holly's life twice now, right?
Holly sidled over to him and looked at the plasma monitors. "Good morning. something wrong?"
"Nope, just peachy. Unless, of course, you'd like to make another addition to the presentation. Like the last four times." Foaly smirked, running a hairy hand over the keys, saving the works.
Ignoring the sarcasm, Holly sighed. "They won't spring for this. Even if they reinstated me at Recon, they still hate me."
"Right little ray of sunshine you are." Foaly smirked again, refraining from telling the captain what the rumor was going around the plaza. If it really happened, the Council would be more easily persuaded by Holly.
He stood up onto the plasma tiles, loping over to another screen. Without looking directly at her, he posed a question.
"Been missing Fowl yet?"
"Not exactly. Why? He might have saved my life, but honestly."
"Honestly, what?"
"Honestly, he is not worth the People's trouble. I still don't see why you took the red flag off."
"Admit it, Holly. He isn't that bad, is he?"
Drawing breath to make a threatening comment, Holly's attention shifted to the doors. A techie was knocking on them.
Foaly snorted in a disgruntled way. "Kearns," he muttered under his breath. "Most forgetful elf to walk the Lower Elements." The centaur ambled to the doors and opened them, moving aside to let the elf in.
The short elf had an annoying voice, one that reminded Holly of a blaring alarm clock. Only worse. His potbelly jiggled as he walked him, pointy ears sticking out from under thick locks of blond hair. He was clearly a foreigner, though. Kearns barely able to recite more than a syllable per word.
"Foaly," he panted, "One misdirected a message to our department. I assume it's for you. Something about someone coming to see her brother." Of course, with his accent, it sounded like "I ass it's for you."
Foaly's appearance immediately seemed grim. "Forward it to me. Now."
Confused, Holly questioned him. "OK, now something's wrong. What is it?"
Obviously trying to save his good natured reputation, Foaly attempted a smile. "'It' is a certain thing that has been often referred to as my sister."
Unable to hide a snicker, Holly fought to neutralize her expression. "I'm guessing this is quite the loving relationship, no?"
"Hate is a strong word, so it is appropriate to say I hate her. More annoying than me, if you can stand to believe it."
"No offense, but I find that hard to believe."
Ignoring her, the centaur jogged over to a blinding white screen. The message loaded, and he began to read it. A deep scowl etched his face, and for a second his complexion was as red as Root's.
"A little family reunion, I'm sure. More than likely another chance at an I- told-you-so." Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. "The day Celeste comes will be a bad day for Haven.
Author's Note : Ok, flame me now if I was a Mary Sue, or if this was still too short. Ok, yes, I know it was too short, but it's hard to write a lot when you're half on writer's block and half distracted from CNN and a little It's homework. Kearns is based on a kid I know at school- In fact, I had a dream featuring him once when he was laughing- the laughs actually did turn out to be my alarm clock, so I based his description on that. I'll shut up now. Please review (
Chapter II Lower Elements Police Plaza, Haven
Captain Holly Short ambled to the double doors of the Ops booth. Punching in the access code with a tapered nut brown finger, she listened to the pneumatic hiss of the doors opening. A small smile carved her features, undoubtedly knowing that Foaly would be in a good mood. Commander Root had just been warned by his physician that his blood pressure was too high. No surprises there.
Foaly barely looked up as Holly entered the room. He was busy at work on their second attempt to get the Council to accept the 'sealed acorn unit' idea. It had saved Holly's life twice now, right?
Holly sidled over to him and looked at the plasma monitors. "Good morning. something wrong?"
"Nope, just peachy. Unless, of course, you'd like to make another addition to the presentation. Like the last four times." Foaly smirked, running a hairy hand over the keys, saving the works.
Ignoring the sarcasm, Holly sighed. "They won't spring for this. Even if they reinstated me at Recon, they still hate me."
"Right little ray of sunshine you are." Foaly smirked again, refraining from telling the captain what the rumor was going around the plaza. If it really happened, the Council would be more easily persuaded by Holly.
He stood up onto the plasma tiles, loping over to another screen. Without looking directly at her, he posed a question.
"Been missing Fowl yet?"
"Not exactly. Why? He might have saved my life, but honestly."
"Honestly, what?"
"Honestly, he is not worth the People's trouble. I still don't see why you took the red flag off."
"Admit it, Holly. He isn't that bad, is he?"
Drawing breath to make a threatening comment, Holly's attention shifted to the doors. A techie was knocking on them.
Foaly snorted in a disgruntled way. "Kearns," he muttered under his breath. "Most forgetful elf to walk the Lower Elements." The centaur ambled to the doors and opened them, moving aside to let the elf in.
The short elf had an annoying voice, one that reminded Holly of a blaring alarm clock. Only worse. His potbelly jiggled as he walked him, pointy ears sticking out from under thick locks of blond hair. He was clearly a foreigner, though. Kearns barely able to recite more than a syllable per word.
"Foaly," he panted, "One misdirected a message to our department. I assume it's for you. Something about someone coming to see her brother." Of course, with his accent, it sounded like "I ass it's for you."
Foaly's appearance immediately seemed grim. "Forward it to me. Now."
Confused, Holly questioned him. "OK, now something's wrong. What is it?"
Obviously trying to save his good natured reputation, Foaly attempted a smile. "'It' is a certain thing that has been often referred to as my sister."
Unable to hide a snicker, Holly fought to neutralize her expression. "I'm guessing this is quite the loving relationship, no?"
"Hate is a strong word, so it is appropriate to say I hate her. More annoying than me, if you can stand to believe it."
"No offense, but I find that hard to believe."
Ignoring her, the centaur jogged over to a blinding white screen. The message loaded, and he began to read it. A deep scowl etched his face, and for a second his complexion was as red as Root's.
"A little family reunion, I'm sure. More than likely another chance at an I- told-you-so." Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. "The day Celeste comes will be a bad day for Haven.
Author's Note : Ok, flame me now if I was a Mary Sue, or if this was still too short. Ok, yes, I know it was too short, but it's hard to write a lot when you're half on writer's block and half distracted from CNN and a little It's homework. Kearns is based on a kid I know at school- In fact, I had a dream featuring him once when he was laughing- the laughs actually did turn out to be my alarm clock, so I based his description on that. I'll shut up now. Please review (