Disclaimer: Artemis Fowl is not owned by me, I'm not getting any money in
this, and I currently am wearing an undershirt that says: Under the
influence of Snape's Sleeping Potion, do not disturb. Wait...where the
hell did that come from?
~Fic Starts Here~
Artemis stared at her in shock before reeling back at the sheer force of returning memories. He would have fallen if Tara hadn't grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall, nearly ruining her silk summer dress with water at the same time.
"Artemis, if you faint right now, your whole entire reputation as a cold manipulator will be ruined."
He regained his senses. Well, he didn't faint.
"Wh-What did you just do to me? Why am I suddenly remembering things I didn't before? What the HELL happened to my brain?"
Tara sighed as she straightened up and attempted to brush off the water from her dress. Damn. This had cost money. It was really hard to find a hand-tailored, spaghetti-strapped, Chinese silk summer dress nowadays.
"We had to mind-wipe you. You knew too much. You were manipulating the People."
"Oh." Well, that explained everything, thanks to his rejuvenated memory. "And how, exactly, do you tie in with the People? I thought you were Tara Lai, daughter of Michael Lai, the genetic mogul..."
"I am. Well, legally anyways."
"Pardon?"
"I'm part of the LEP's Espionage unit. I am a Siren. Ethnically speaking. Job wise, I am a Changeling. Basically, I out-age my "father" by about 80 years. And before you ask, yes, this is what I look like normally."
Artemis nodded. "Why would the LEP want to employ a Siren? I mean, no offense, but if you just sang one note, you could-"
"-Not only wreak havoc, I can control minds without any of Foaly's technology."
"And why would you want to un-wipe me? Just wondering."
"Well-"
"Have you two decided on what you would like to order?" cooed a waitress, in sachrine tones, looking condescendingly down at the two teenagers. "We have a DELIGHTFUL children's menu, and if you don't understand what the menu says, I'll be happy to translate for you."
Before Artemis could answer, Tara's head snapped up, and her voice chilled the air.
"No, miss, but I would very much appreciate it if I was not forced to order anything that is fried and cut up into bite-sized pieces. This menu will do just fine, and as I am fluent in more languages than you can think up, I won't be needing your, as you put it, "translating" services. If you please, or sil vous plait, or por favor, I would like the Chilean sea bass, grilled naked, with limejuice and garlic, and for my appetizer I would like the chilled three white bean soup. As for my salad, I will have a Caesar, and please do not over water the dressing, as happened the last time I ate here. As for my drink, I would like Irish spring water. No ice. Ice will dilute the flavor."
The waitress nodded meekly before turning to Artemis.
"And you, young Master?"
Artemis stiffened at the title before replying in icy tones. "I would repeat Tara's exact speech, as it is highly appropriate in this situation, but I would like my food served quickly. Therefore, simply go over her speech in her head, and that will do for my order."
"Y-Yes sir." The waitress scurried away, hopelessly taken down from the masses of long words that emerged from Tara's lips. She was used to teenagers saying things like "duh" and "like". Tara had said neither, though the former was obviously intended.
"So," Artemis began, "What was the point of bringing back the memory of the biggest threat to the People?"
Tara sighed as she rubbed her head with her hand. "Well, human bio- technology has advanced somewhat in the past decade."
Artemis waited for further information. "And?"
"And that includes cloning. Unfortunately, some scientists in from my father's labs got a hold of some fairy DNA. My DNA, actually."
"WHAT?" yelled Artemis, "You let them get a hold of YOUR DNA??"
"It couldn't be helped. They kept insisting, something about my looks. As if I could refuse them. That wouldn't look suspicious at all. Nope, sorry, my DNA can't be taken because I happen to not be human. And they took it publicly, too, so the whole of Hong Kong knows that I will probably be the first cloned human. Or non-human, as you might put it."
"So steal it back"
"That's where we have a problem."
"Yes?"
"My father is going to sell the DNA and all other information to your father. Oh, and even worse, we're betrothed."
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AN: Well? Cliffhanger enough? REVIEW!
~Fic Starts Here~
Artemis stared at her in shock before reeling back at the sheer force of returning memories. He would have fallen if Tara hadn't grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall, nearly ruining her silk summer dress with water at the same time.
"Artemis, if you faint right now, your whole entire reputation as a cold manipulator will be ruined."
He regained his senses. Well, he didn't faint.
"Wh-What did you just do to me? Why am I suddenly remembering things I didn't before? What the HELL happened to my brain?"
Tara sighed as she straightened up and attempted to brush off the water from her dress. Damn. This had cost money. It was really hard to find a hand-tailored, spaghetti-strapped, Chinese silk summer dress nowadays.
"We had to mind-wipe you. You knew too much. You were manipulating the People."
"Oh." Well, that explained everything, thanks to his rejuvenated memory. "And how, exactly, do you tie in with the People? I thought you were Tara Lai, daughter of Michael Lai, the genetic mogul..."
"I am. Well, legally anyways."
"Pardon?"
"I'm part of the LEP's Espionage unit. I am a Siren. Ethnically speaking. Job wise, I am a Changeling. Basically, I out-age my "father" by about 80 years. And before you ask, yes, this is what I look like normally."
Artemis nodded. "Why would the LEP want to employ a Siren? I mean, no offense, but if you just sang one note, you could-"
"-Not only wreak havoc, I can control minds without any of Foaly's technology."
"And why would you want to un-wipe me? Just wondering."
"Well-"
"Have you two decided on what you would like to order?" cooed a waitress, in sachrine tones, looking condescendingly down at the two teenagers. "We have a DELIGHTFUL children's menu, and if you don't understand what the menu says, I'll be happy to translate for you."
Before Artemis could answer, Tara's head snapped up, and her voice chilled the air.
"No, miss, but I would very much appreciate it if I was not forced to order anything that is fried and cut up into bite-sized pieces. This menu will do just fine, and as I am fluent in more languages than you can think up, I won't be needing your, as you put it, "translating" services. If you please, or sil vous plait, or por favor, I would like the Chilean sea bass, grilled naked, with limejuice and garlic, and for my appetizer I would like the chilled three white bean soup. As for my salad, I will have a Caesar, and please do not over water the dressing, as happened the last time I ate here. As for my drink, I would like Irish spring water. No ice. Ice will dilute the flavor."
The waitress nodded meekly before turning to Artemis.
"And you, young Master?"
Artemis stiffened at the title before replying in icy tones. "I would repeat Tara's exact speech, as it is highly appropriate in this situation, but I would like my food served quickly. Therefore, simply go over her speech in her head, and that will do for my order."
"Y-Yes sir." The waitress scurried away, hopelessly taken down from the masses of long words that emerged from Tara's lips. She was used to teenagers saying things like "duh" and "like". Tara had said neither, though the former was obviously intended.
"So," Artemis began, "What was the point of bringing back the memory of the biggest threat to the People?"
Tara sighed as she rubbed her head with her hand. "Well, human bio- technology has advanced somewhat in the past decade."
Artemis waited for further information. "And?"
"And that includes cloning. Unfortunately, some scientists in from my father's labs got a hold of some fairy DNA. My DNA, actually."
"WHAT?" yelled Artemis, "You let them get a hold of YOUR DNA??"
"It couldn't be helped. They kept insisting, something about my looks. As if I could refuse them. That wouldn't look suspicious at all. Nope, sorry, my DNA can't be taken because I happen to not be human. And they took it publicly, too, so the whole of Hong Kong knows that I will probably be the first cloned human. Or non-human, as you might put it."
"So steal it back"
"That's where we have a problem."
"Yes?"
"My father is going to sell the DNA and all other information to your father. Oh, and even worse, we're betrothed."
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AN: Well? Cliffhanger enough? REVIEW!
