Author's Note IMPORTANT! I HAVE NOT read Eternity Code, so this is pretty
much taking place post Arctic Incident. However I have read post EC stories, and I was
inspired by Artemis being Mind Wiped, so, in this story, he was mind wiped of all
memories of fairies, etc. Sorry for the odd inconvenience. Also, the rating is just incase I
go off on an odd tangent…
Here is the story:
Artemis dreamt of a girl with auburn hair like autumn leaves. She filled his
dreams with her spirited green eyes and wide smile. She twirled a golden coin across her
fingers; it was an odd coin, for it had a hole in the middle. With one swift movement she
tossed the coin into the air. Artemis watched as it sailed across the midnight sky and
seemed to slow down as it crossed paths with the moon; twinkling gold against glowing
silver. He reached up his hand to catch it, swept it up in his hand…
"Remember…Remember me…Artemis, I haven't forgotten you, how can you
forget me?" Her voice drifted to him like a whisper… A whisper of memories he couldn't
grasp.
*
Artemis wasn't quite awake when he heard the door open and the footsteps in his
room, but once the curtains had been pulled open and sunlight poured in waking was
inevitable
"Arty, wake up dear. It's a beautiful morning and we must get to the beach to
enjoy it."
Artemis inwardly groaned. He had completely forgotten that he was sleeping in a
suite and not his own room, and that he was in Destin.
"All right Mum, I'll be up in a few." Artemis told her, hoping it would satisfy her
enough to make her leave.
That it did. He laid there for a few moments, closing his eyes and hoping against
hope he might be able to fall back to sleep: no such luck. So Artemis Fowl climbed out of
bed and straightened his pajamas. He stretched his arms and went out onto the balcony
that accompanied his room. He had a perfect view of the sandy beach and blue-green
ocean. He sighed deeply. His dreams had followed him to Florida, where he would be
stuck for three weeks. Artemis didn't like America; he didn't see why he should. It
wasn't like it had any wonderful marvels, and the people were, bluntly put, stupid. But it
wasn't his dislike for America that was firmly stuck to his mind. No, what was bothering
him was the girl in his dreams. For several months now this mysterious invaded his sleep.
Somehow he knew this girl, she wasn't made up. Artemis Fowl did not dream up girls to
chase after.
"I just…have to know…" He murmured to himself.
"Mr. Fowl?" Said a voice from the door.
Artemis turned suddenly to see a maid standing there, looking at him curiously.
He gave her a weary look, waved her away, and closed the door. He went to the
bathroom, where he turned on the shower to let the water run hot. Stripping off his
clothes, he climbed into the shower. He let the hot water run over his skin, but the
steaming water could rinse his thoughts away. This dream was clogging his thoughts,
making it impossible for him to plot or invent; all over some girl.
"Damn that girl." Artemis hissed.
*
Holly Short was sitting at her desk in the LEP headquarters, her feet propped up
on her desk. She was mindlessly twirling a pen over her fingers when Commander Root
entered.
"Captain Short, I've got some papers here for you to look over and file."
Holly groaned. "Not more files, there has to be something more worthy of my
time." She said, exasperated.
"I'm afraid Haven is in complete and total peace right now Holly. Just cruising."
Holly remembered the last time she had heard someone use that term. A crisis had
arisen not ten minutes later. She half prayed for this to happen, although she realized she
was not ready for such a crisis as that.
"If this 'peace' keeps up, I'm going to die when the time comes for a fight." She
said under her breath.
"Then get your arse in the simulator Short!" Root barked, slamming the stack of
files on her desk and walking out.
"Fine. I will." Holly snapped, though Root had already left.
Holly hadn't been in the simulator for awhile. It had become a bit of a bore for
her. Foaly had designed it to put newbies into training without risking mess-ups on the
field. It wasn't meant for the entertainment of well-trained captains like Holly. She had
completed all of the levels on the simulator not long ago, and had badgered Foaly into
putting more on. He had complained that no one else had completed even half of the
levels. Holly gave him a stern glare and Foaly had immediately swiveled around in his
chair, promising he'd get right on it. The simulator could barely be compared to the
virtual reality of humans. It didn't require oversized goggles or body gear, and it didn't
feel like you'd fallen into a cartoon.
Holly pulled out her card and swiped it. This allowed her access and informed the
computer of her stats (level, weapons, etc.) She pulled open the door and walked into the
large room. She stepped into position and waited for the computer load. When it did she
was in an entirely different world. A world where she could defeat Goblins, Mud people
and perform all sorts of high risk missions. It was exhilarating. Everything was just like it
always was, until she reached a villain she had not faced before in the simulator. A face
she had not seen for a long time now. Holly froze, and reached toward the figure.
"Artemis Fowl." She said quietly. Gently her hand drew closer and she stroked
his cheek. The image flickered, and Holly remembered that this was the Simulator. She
raised her gun to defeat the obstacle, but she could not shoot him. She heard the sound of
a gun shot and she fell back.
"Mission failed. Game over. Please return to key panel to begin again." Said an
electronic voice about.
Holly ground her teeth. "D'Arvit! Bloody Mud Boy!"
*
Artemis Fowl was walking along the sugar-sand beach, thoughts drifting through
his mind as he tried to deal with them one by one.
'A coin with a hole in it. What could put a hole in a coin? Not many shots are that
accurate with a weapon, much less is it likely that there would be a perfect hole dead
center. Have to ask Butler about that…'
The hot sun was beating down on his back. He was wearing long sleeve, black
dress shirt and it had begun to stick to his skin. Artemis had already unbuttoned the front,
hoping the breeze would blow through and keep him cool, but it did no good. He pulled
the shirt off and slung it over one shoulder. The breeze now swept around him entirely,
and he was much cooler. He began to relax, and his grip on his shirt did also. A strong
wind swept the shirt out of his grasp and into the Pacific Ocean.
"D'Arvit!" He yelled. He did not notice the oddity of this word. He was too busy
wading out into the water to retrieve his shirt. Artemis was not used to being in the ocean.
Not outside of being in boat, anyway. So there was no way he could have known how
difficult it is to walk into the ocean when there are waves breaking. He continued on,
until one particularly large one came and swept him off his feet. He got a mouthful of
sand and salt water, and he could have drowned, had Jael not saved him.
Artemis awoke groggily, his head sore and a bitter taste in his mouth. There was
someone standing over him. It made his head pound to look at them, but he forced his
eyes to do it anyway. It was a girl. A halo of bright sunlight surrounded her head and she
was leaning over him, her hand clasped together at her legs. He couldn't see her face
properly because of the light. Artemis struggled to sit up, but this girl pushed him back
down.
"You shouldn't be-
Artemis cut her off, shoving her backwards and standing up. "I'm fine. I'll be goi-
He froze. This girl was looking up at him angrily, long strands of auburn hair falling
across her bright green eyes.
*
Author's Note: Okay, first of all, Sorry for the cliff hanger. Don't ya love me? This is
my first Fan Fic, so be gentle in reviews. AND DO REVIEW! Butler probably won't be
in this story, and I'm just going to leave you all wandering who the girl on the beach is. I
think that about sums it up…
much taking place post Arctic Incident. However I have read post EC stories, and I was
inspired by Artemis being Mind Wiped, so, in this story, he was mind wiped of all
memories of fairies, etc. Sorry for the odd inconvenience. Also, the rating is just incase I
go off on an odd tangent…
Here is the story:
Artemis dreamt of a girl with auburn hair like autumn leaves. She filled his
dreams with her spirited green eyes and wide smile. She twirled a golden coin across her
fingers; it was an odd coin, for it had a hole in the middle. With one swift movement she
tossed the coin into the air. Artemis watched as it sailed across the midnight sky and
seemed to slow down as it crossed paths with the moon; twinkling gold against glowing
silver. He reached up his hand to catch it, swept it up in his hand…
"Remember…Remember me…Artemis, I haven't forgotten you, how can you
forget me?" Her voice drifted to him like a whisper… A whisper of memories he couldn't
grasp.
*
Artemis wasn't quite awake when he heard the door open and the footsteps in his
room, but once the curtains had been pulled open and sunlight poured in waking was
inevitable
"Arty, wake up dear. It's a beautiful morning and we must get to the beach to
enjoy it."
Artemis inwardly groaned. He had completely forgotten that he was sleeping in a
suite and not his own room, and that he was in Destin.
"All right Mum, I'll be up in a few." Artemis told her, hoping it would satisfy her
enough to make her leave.
That it did. He laid there for a few moments, closing his eyes and hoping against
hope he might be able to fall back to sleep: no such luck. So Artemis Fowl climbed out of
bed and straightened his pajamas. He stretched his arms and went out onto the balcony
that accompanied his room. He had a perfect view of the sandy beach and blue-green
ocean. He sighed deeply. His dreams had followed him to Florida, where he would be
stuck for three weeks. Artemis didn't like America; he didn't see why he should. It
wasn't like it had any wonderful marvels, and the people were, bluntly put, stupid. But it
wasn't his dislike for America that was firmly stuck to his mind. No, what was bothering
him was the girl in his dreams. For several months now this mysterious invaded his sleep.
Somehow he knew this girl, she wasn't made up. Artemis Fowl did not dream up girls to
chase after.
"I just…have to know…" He murmured to himself.
"Mr. Fowl?" Said a voice from the door.
Artemis turned suddenly to see a maid standing there, looking at him curiously.
He gave her a weary look, waved her away, and closed the door. He went to the
bathroom, where he turned on the shower to let the water run hot. Stripping off his
clothes, he climbed into the shower. He let the hot water run over his skin, but the
steaming water could rinse his thoughts away. This dream was clogging his thoughts,
making it impossible for him to plot or invent; all over some girl.
"Damn that girl." Artemis hissed.
*
Holly Short was sitting at her desk in the LEP headquarters, her feet propped up
on her desk. She was mindlessly twirling a pen over her fingers when Commander Root
entered.
"Captain Short, I've got some papers here for you to look over and file."
Holly groaned. "Not more files, there has to be something more worthy of my
time." She said, exasperated.
"I'm afraid Haven is in complete and total peace right now Holly. Just cruising."
Holly remembered the last time she had heard someone use that term. A crisis had
arisen not ten minutes later. She half prayed for this to happen, although she realized she
was not ready for such a crisis as that.
"If this 'peace' keeps up, I'm going to die when the time comes for a fight." She
said under her breath.
"Then get your arse in the simulator Short!" Root barked, slamming the stack of
files on her desk and walking out.
"Fine. I will." Holly snapped, though Root had already left.
Holly hadn't been in the simulator for awhile. It had become a bit of a bore for
her. Foaly had designed it to put newbies into training without risking mess-ups on the
field. It wasn't meant for the entertainment of well-trained captains like Holly. She had
completed all of the levels on the simulator not long ago, and had badgered Foaly into
putting more on. He had complained that no one else had completed even half of the
levels. Holly gave him a stern glare and Foaly had immediately swiveled around in his
chair, promising he'd get right on it. The simulator could barely be compared to the
virtual reality of humans. It didn't require oversized goggles or body gear, and it didn't
feel like you'd fallen into a cartoon.
Holly pulled out her card and swiped it. This allowed her access and informed the
computer of her stats (level, weapons, etc.) She pulled open the door and walked into the
large room. She stepped into position and waited for the computer load. When it did she
was in an entirely different world. A world where she could defeat Goblins, Mud people
and perform all sorts of high risk missions. It was exhilarating. Everything was just like it
always was, until she reached a villain she had not faced before in the simulator. A face
she had not seen for a long time now. Holly froze, and reached toward the figure.
"Artemis Fowl." She said quietly. Gently her hand drew closer and she stroked
his cheek. The image flickered, and Holly remembered that this was the Simulator. She
raised her gun to defeat the obstacle, but she could not shoot him. She heard the sound of
a gun shot and she fell back.
"Mission failed. Game over. Please return to key panel to begin again." Said an
electronic voice about.
Holly ground her teeth. "D'Arvit! Bloody Mud Boy!"
*
Artemis Fowl was walking along the sugar-sand beach, thoughts drifting through
his mind as he tried to deal with them one by one.
'A coin with a hole in it. What could put a hole in a coin? Not many shots are that
accurate with a weapon, much less is it likely that there would be a perfect hole dead
center. Have to ask Butler about that…'
The hot sun was beating down on his back. He was wearing long sleeve, black
dress shirt and it had begun to stick to his skin. Artemis had already unbuttoned the front,
hoping the breeze would blow through and keep him cool, but it did no good. He pulled
the shirt off and slung it over one shoulder. The breeze now swept around him entirely,
and he was much cooler. He began to relax, and his grip on his shirt did also. A strong
wind swept the shirt out of his grasp and into the Pacific Ocean.
"D'Arvit!" He yelled. He did not notice the oddity of this word. He was too busy
wading out into the water to retrieve his shirt. Artemis was not used to being in the ocean.
Not outside of being in boat, anyway. So there was no way he could have known how
difficult it is to walk into the ocean when there are waves breaking. He continued on,
until one particularly large one came and swept him off his feet. He got a mouthful of
sand and salt water, and he could have drowned, had Jael not saved him.
Artemis awoke groggily, his head sore and a bitter taste in his mouth. There was
someone standing over him. It made his head pound to look at them, but he forced his
eyes to do it anyway. It was a girl. A halo of bright sunlight surrounded her head and she
was leaning over him, her hand clasped together at her legs. He couldn't see her face
properly because of the light. Artemis struggled to sit up, but this girl pushed him back
down.
"You shouldn't be-
Artemis cut her off, shoving her backwards and standing up. "I'm fine. I'll be goi-
He froze. This girl was looking up at him angrily, long strands of auburn hair falling
across her bright green eyes.
*
Author's Note: Okay, first of all, Sorry for the cliff hanger. Don't ya love me? This is
my first Fan Fic, so be gentle in reviews. AND DO REVIEW! Butler probably won't be
in this story, and I'm just going to leave you all wandering who the girl on the beach is. I
think that about sums it up…