~Title: The Equal

~Author: Wild Craze

~Summary: After The Eternity Code: At age fifteen, Artemis retrieves his lost memories thanks to Mulch, who pays him a visit. Wanting to restart his criminal activities, Artemis decides to find himself an Equal to work with . . . he has no idea what he's getting into.

~Rating: PG, for now.

~Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize from the books.

This is my first Artemis Fowl fic (be a little nice)! Give me feedback please!

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Chapter 1:

Artemis Fowl frowned, this expression being the one others were most accustomed of seeing on his face at Saint Bartelby's School for Young Gentlemen. Everyone knew that he was only here because his father had forced him too. The director had even requested that he moved to a higher school, seeing the results of the tests he was given proving that he was truly a boy prodigy. But his father had once again refused, saying that his son was to study like any other boy at the school, and that was the reason of Artemis' discontentment. His father still thought he was a child, even after seeing what he had done during his absence.

His manicured nails hit the desk at regular interval as he barely listened to the teacher gibbering about psychological damage caused by traumatic experiences.

His eyes scanned the room once more, eyeing the few other students sitting at their desks, all wearing similar vests, shirts, ties and trousers, all sitting in front of large polished oak desks with their portable computers, submissively taking notes. All had a mature look and attitude, all were geniuses, but none rivalled him. And he knew he was superior just as they did. Being at this school, even seeing that it was the best of the best, was an insult for his person and had quite a big effect on his ego, even if he tried to deny it.

A bell rang in the hallway interrupting his thinking and he hastily shut his portable, not even having taken the time to turn it on to take notes. He already knew everything his teacher had just told him, anyways. He placed a couple of his books and his pc in his leather case and was rising from his seat when the professor spoke again.

"Now, now gentlemen," he said in his old, raspy voice. "I would like your reports on theory 54 on my desk by Friday. Good day."

Artemis walked out, followed by other students but didn't walk in the same direction, heading through a different hallway.

The halls were wide, mostly made of wood, the floor being covered by a large dark red carpet. Paintings hung on the walls and there were statues and large potted plants here and there, there were large draped windows and everything simply reflected elegance. Not many boys got to enter, since students had to have at least 115 of IQ, on the adult scale . . . and the money. Artemis had very easily entered since his own intelligence exceeded 145, making him part of the 0,1% of the population able to have to such brainpower. Money, of course, wasn't a problem at all.

Artemis turned a corner and walked up to a door, one that looked like all the others, knocked and entered Dr. Po's office to endure once again forty- five minutes of ridiculous therapy from a man that had read less psychology text books than him and had had degrees that Artemis himself could get in a day's work. But his parents' orders were his parents' orders.

"Good evening, doctor Po," Artemis said calmly, closing the door behind him, making the man sitting in the same fake Victorian chair, jump.

"Ah, master Fowl, I was expecting you," the man said, closing the file he was holding and taking another from his desk. "Do sit down."

Artemis headed towards the seat the doctor was vaguely indicating, sat down and started inspecting his nails as his interlocutor skipped a few pages of his client's unclear life story.

"As I see, your father has returned," he muttered. "Surely not going to help me make you face your problems, now is it?"

"Unfortunately not," Artemis said flatly. "But when will you learn that my mind cannot be analysed?"

"Oh it can," the man said, rubbing his chin. "Everyone's mind can be analysed."

"Except mine."

Doctor Po smiled, sensing that he was maybe arriving to something.

"And so we arrive to you're self-esteem again," he said. " . . . And why, do you keep affirming that you are special?"

It was Artemis' turn to grin, giving the doctor one of his best vampire smiles.

"I thought you were the doctor," he said calmly. "I know that you know that I know you know, but I am surely not going to repeat it again. You know that I am a genius, simply check my files and you will see . . . again."

Doctor Po frowned deeply as his face turned the colour of sour milk.

"When will you stop playing you little games?" he said.

"Again, you are the doctor, you tell me," Artemis said, leaning back in his chair.

And so that is how Artemis spent the next forty minutes. Dr. Po did not give up, keeping on questioning him, trying to make him crack, but as always, he was unproductive.

Artemis finished all his classes the same way, bored, finding that his days at the school were a total waist of time. After his classes, Butler came to get him in the family's Bentley and brought him back at the Fowl Mansion, like every other day. Back at his house, he locked himself in his study for the rest of the afternoon, spending his time in front of the computer. At dinner, he ate alone, seeing that his parents were off to Hawaii for the next two weeks, leaving him alone with Butler, not that he complained.

Since his father had returned everything had changed . . . drastically. There were no more criminal activities, Artemis didn't have the slightest control over his family's finance and his parents were always going on trips, checking that he was always at school and that he wasn't planning anything that would spoil the family name. Because that was what was happening. The Fowls, were trying to be honest. It just didn't stick together.

But what came next didn't improve anything.

After dinner, once night had crept over the grounds, a visitor arrived, knocking madly on the main door. Butler opened after the thirty-second knock and glared outside, only to notice that no one was there. Growling, he was about to shut the door when he noticed a little man in the shadows right next to the entrance.

He jumped in the light when he saw that Butler was going to grab him.

"Hey, Butler!" he said. "Long time no see, hun?"

"Excuse me?" Butler said, looking down at the little hairy man that had addressed him. "I am quite sure we do not know each other."

"O'course I'm not," growled the little man, his hands hitting his sides. "It's not like I could mistake you with someone else . . . Is Stinker here?"

"Stinker?"

"Ah, no, I have to see Artemis first," the little man continued, making a few steps into the mansion, stopped by Butler.

"Ah, come on, Butler," the now annoyed little folk said. "I just got out of jail three weeks ago thanks to Artemis' advice, I laid low for a while, no LEP officer followed me, I'm clean, now let me go, I thought we were friends."

"But I don't even know you!"

The little man stayed silent for a while before erupting in a fit of laughs under Butler's incredulous stare.

"Haha . . . I forgot . . . you were all mesmerized . . . hoho . . . well, what the hell am I doing here, then?" he said between shudders of amusement. "Sorry, wrong address."

The little man was now about to walk out when Artemis' voice was heard from the first floor and he appeared in the staircase.

"Excuse me," he said coldly. "I believe you know me, though I have no recollection of having met you."

"Ah, I have something for you, Arty," the little man said, turning around. "The gold got off a little bit, but it's still intact."

Artemis walked down the stairs, perplexed to have been called by his father's pet name by a total strager, while the stranger in question looked in various pockets of his coat, finally pulling out a chain, on which was hanging some sort of medallion.

"No, this doesn't belong to me," Artemis said, examining the object.

"Yes it does! You gave it to me before being mesmerized! You're supposed to remember! You said to lay low for a couple of years, but I couldn't wait," the man said. "You know . . . together we'll be unstoppable."

"He doesn't know you," Butler said, picking him up by the collar and walking back to the door.

"Wait Butler!" Artemis said, stopping him. " . . . It's a disk."

A few moments later, the trio was in the study and Artemis was inserting the tiny disk into his computer. It took a few seconds, but a window appeared on the screen.

From: Artemis Fowl To: Myself

Under this appeared a list of words such as Haven, LEP, the Ritual, Foaly, the C Cube, Holly Short, Commander Root . . . As Artemis read them, something in his mind clicked.

Moments later, he remembered every single thing the fairies had made him forget, more than two years ago. A devilish smile appeared on his pale features as he tapped his fingers together.

"Thank you Mulch," he said to the little hairy man he know recognized as a dwarf.

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I hope you liked it, even if nothing really happened yet. I want to wait to see how many reviews I can get, then I'll send in chapter 2. I know that nothing is really happening yet, but there will be action.

So, please review if you want more! Or just review to tell me what you think!