Disclaimer: Sexy as he is, I don't own Artemis Fowl. If I did, I would
make sure there was action of the romantic variety with him, and I don't
even know if the books ended or if there is going to be another one. And
I'm wearing the undershirt again. Right.
Oh yeah! Thank you for all the people who said they couldn't wait! And for all the person who pointed out what a Mary Sue Tara was (something about good clothes, cool name, and being poly-lingual) GOOD FOR YOU! I KNOW she's a Mary Sue, but she's a smart-assed Mary Sue, and an intelligent one. I won't have Artemis falling for any ditzes. Nope. She has to be sarcastic. Right.
~Fic Starts Here~
Artemis choked on his water. "WHAT?"
"Er, well, you see, long story short, uhm, our relationship is best described as a business merger."
"And that makes a plethora of sense."
"I didn't suggest it. Just like I didn't suggest that my father sell the specially formulated DNA to your father. Just like I didn't suggest they get their hands on my DNA in the first place. Just like-"
"Okay! Okay! I get the POINT!"
She looked at him strangely. "Do you really?"
Artemis looked up from the piece of bread that he was buttering. "I believe I do. Why do you ask?"
She sighed. "Because, well, do you realize what I'm getting to?"
"What?"
"If we're betrothed, and we are, and we're approaching legal age soon- at least I am-and I know you turned 18 last January-well, we're going to be married very, very, VERY soon. And if you wish to put a stop on it, using LEP technology, then you are going to help us get that DNA."
"I see. And what if I can figure out a way to escape betrothal and marriage?"
"Then humanity will bite the dust of the LEP. Just thought you ought to know."
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There was a silence to end all silences. Just like the glare Artemis sent Tara was a glare to end all glares. Just like the smirk Tara sent him was a smirk to end all smirks.
A moment to end all moments.
And, if Tara was correct, humanity could be ending in moments.
"Do we have a bargain, Artemis?"
He paused, considering the facts. Either there could be a full- fledged, humanity versus the fairies war, and he could end up married to a Siren, or he could help them, not marry the Siren, and prevent a very destructive war.
Yes. The war was too messy to risk.
"Yes, we do."
"Good. Come with me."
Instantly, Tara projected a semblance of them into the booth, hooked Artemis to a moonbelt she had hidden in her purse, wrapped him in camouflage foil, shielded herself, powered up her top-of-the-line wings and got the hell out of there.
She always hated seafood anyways.
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AN: Thank you for all the reviews! Please do more!
Oh yeah! Thank you for all the people who said they couldn't wait! And for all the person who pointed out what a Mary Sue Tara was (something about good clothes, cool name, and being poly-lingual) GOOD FOR YOU! I KNOW she's a Mary Sue, but she's a smart-assed Mary Sue, and an intelligent one. I won't have Artemis falling for any ditzes. Nope. She has to be sarcastic. Right.
~Fic Starts Here~
Artemis choked on his water. "WHAT?"
"Er, well, you see, long story short, uhm, our relationship is best described as a business merger."
"And that makes a plethora of sense."
"I didn't suggest it. Just like I didn't suggest that my father sell the specially formulated DNA to your father. Just like I didn't suggest they get their hands on my DNA in the first place. Just like-"
"Okay! Okay! I get the POINT!"
She looked at him strangely. "Do you really?"
Artemis looked up from the piece of bread that he was buttering. "I believe I do. Why do you ask?"
She sighed. "Because, well, do you realize what I'm getting to?"
"What?"
"If we're betrothed, and we are, and we're approaching legal age soon- at least I am-and I know you turned 18 last January-well, we're going to be married very, very, VERY soon. And if you wish to put a stop on it, using LEP technology, then you are going to help us get that DNA."
"I see. And what if I can figure out a way to escape betrothal and marriage?"
"Then humanity will bite the dust of the LEP. Just thought you ought to know."
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There was a silence to end all silences. Just like the glare Artemis sent Tara was a glare to end all glares. Just like the smirk Tara sent him was a smirk to end all smirks.
A moment to end all moments.
And, if Tara was correct, humanity could be ending in moments.
"Do we have a bargain, Artemis?"
He paused, considering the facts. Either there could be a full- fledged, humanity versus the fairies war, and he could end up married to a Siren, or he could help them, not marry the Siren, and prevent a very destructive war.
Yes. The war was too messy to risk.
"Yes, we do."
"Good. Come with me."
Instantly, Tara projected a semblance of them into the booth, hooked Artemis to a moonbelt she had hidden in her purse, wrapped him in camouflage foil, shielded herself, powered up her top-of-the-line wings and got the hell out of there.
She always hated seafood anyways.
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AN: Thank you for all the reviews! Please do more!
