A/N: LOL! Too true. I tend to get my tenses mix up. It's purely unintentional for I did beta it but I can't seem to be able to find any mistakes (in my head that is). So apologies to everyone. Furthermore I was writing it at the spur of the moment so I won't lose the train of thought. I will take care to be more aware of my tenses. To the reviewers, thanks for reading and leaving me your opinions.

Chapter 3 – Finally…

Artemis File No: #134-MD/ Maurice Diggory

Fowl Manor Cellar

20/08/2003:

2200hr

All systems ready and checked for apprehension of subject. Cellar cleared of possible entry/exit points. Butler in position. Awaiting said-subject.

2230hr

Subject has not appeared...

2300hr

Still MIA. Possible reason: Subject has been captured by other foes.

2315hr

Noises heard. Coming from under the cellar. Butler standing alert.

2316hr

Appearance of hole in floor. Butler circling hole, searching for cause…

A head pops out of the hole or what seem to be a head. It wasn't possible to tell with the creature's mouth hanging wide open. Upon seeing Butler, the creature hinged back its jaw into place and said "Hello Butler-old friend. You're looking good. How about a sandwich?"

Twice in a span of the week, Butler was struck dumb. He stood gaping at the short, rotund, spindly creature clambering out of the hole before him. For a moment, a distant memory of ever seeing the creature flashed through his mind. But Butler quickly shook it away when he heard the creature giving off a distinctive familiar sound from its nether regions. Armed with his Sig Sauer, Butler grabbed the creature by its neck and strapped him (wrists and ankles) to a chair nearby. The creature tried twisting its way out of the chair but at every move it made, a small volt of electricity passed through its system.

(A/N: I like the word 'creature'. I might have gone overboard with it though.)

"I would stop moving if I were you. You'd only cause further pain to yourself." An artic voice pierced through the still air of the cellar.

"So… this is how you treat an old friend? What wonderful hospitality you have, Artemis." grumbled the creature beneath its/his breath.

"Mr. Diggory I presume. Tell me, why do you insist that you are an old friend?"

"Because I am..." he cried indignantly. He continued to mumble to himself in a low tone but Artemis was able to piece a few of what he was saying "… expected more from you… considering the mind-sweep… years ago… come back… harassed… D'Arvit…"

"AH-HAH! Oh… OW!" he cried as the electricity surged through him.

Artemis raised a brow when he heard the exclamation.

"Have you thought of something?" enquired Artemis.

"Yes, around my neck is a gold disk medallion. You told me to return it to you after I got out. I figured it was encrypted with the information you've lost those years ago."

'Gold medallion? Could it be? Why does it seem familiar?'

Choosing to trust his intuition, which hardly failed him, Artemis indicated to Butler to extract the medallion from their 'guest'. As Butler held the medallion up, a sudden dose of memories filled both their memories.

"MULCH DIGGUMS??"

"Why Butler, you remembered. I'm flattered."

"Mulch, Welcome back. Butler – release him." Artemis announced briskly as he took the medallion and walked out of the cellar. He went to his study and placed the medallion into the cdrom-drive of his Mac. He then clicked open the unnamed folder and keyed in the password. A title appeared on the screen followed by its content -

Artemis File No: #98-FAY/ Fairy Code

Artemis took a seat and began to read…