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A/N~ My second fic! Yay! Please review!
Operations Booth, Haven, Lower Elements
"You've got mail!" came that annoying voice from Foaly's computer. Foaly is the Lower Elements Police's techie. He dealt with all of their computers and gadgetry, all of which he invented, and gloated about on more than one occasion. Normally he would be talking to Holly, or Captain Holly Short of LEP recon to be exact, about his various accomplishments but today was different. There was nothing to do.
After Artemis Fowl had been mind-wiped over three years ago, nothing really ever happened in Haven. No goblin uprisings, no mad trolls on the loose, and no evil genius' to keep under control. Just paper work to fill out and this did not please Captain Short.
Holly was born to be in recon with her quick thinking and street skills, which had saved hers and many others lives on various occasions. But after months of seemingly never-ending paperwork there was nothing to do. There wasn't even some old lady who needed help getting her cat out of a tree for crying out loud. Not that she did those sorts of things at her job but that would be better than sitting in the OP's, bored.
"You've got mail!" the voice said again, much to Holly's annoyance.
"You've got mail!"
"You've got mail!"
"You've got ma-"
"Foaly, answer the stupid thing before I break it!" Holly shouted in frustration.
"Fine, fine. Don't have a cow." He said as he clicked on the little mailbox on his computer screen. It opened up and there laid a small letter. Signed by none other than Artemis Fowl the Second himself.
Foaly glanced around the room cautiously. If Holly found out that Artemis was contacting them she would not be in a good mood. And to say the least, he didn't want to be there when she found out.
"Well who's it from?" she asked impatiently.
"Uh, no one. Just an old friend." He said nervously, but tried to hide it. Holly, much to Foaly's displeasure, sensed his nervousness and knew he didn't want to tell her something.
"An old friend, huh? No offense or anything Foaly, but other than me and the Commander, you don't have any other friends. So stop playing games and tell me who it's from." She demanded.
Truth be told, Foaly really didn't have many friends. Although, he was hoping she wouldn't realize that and just forget about the e-mail he had received. She would eventually find out of course. But he didn't want that to happen for a long time.
"It is from an old friend." He lied.
"And, pray tell, what is the name of this old friend?" she questioned as she advanced on him.
Foaly knew that Holly would physically injure him now that her curiosity had been raised. And he was deathly afraid of physical pain.
"Umm, Bartholomew."
"Bartholomew?"
"Yeah, we, uh, went to college together." He finished meekly.
"College, huh? Well, Foaly, I happen to know that you never went to college. You skipped right through it. So I'm sure you wouldn't mind me reading what this Bartholomew has to say, would you?" she said cunningly, still advancing. She was like the lioness on the prowl and if she didn't get what she wanted, all hell would break loose.
"No! You can't read it!" he shouted, trying to get an idea to stop her. "Because it has to do with your birthday surprise."
Holly stopped at this. "Oh, really. Well, Foaly, my birthday isn't for another seven months."
Oh no, he thought. "Well it's a really elaborate plan that's going to take months to finish." He said while trying to push her out the door. It didn't work.
Holly easily spun past Foaly and bounded for the computer. Foaly ran after her as fast as he could but there was no beating a young healthy, not to mention the fastest, officer in the force when you're a centaur.
She made it to the computer easily. She sat down in the swivel chair and began to read.
Foaly,
Greetings from above ground. Butler, Juliet, and I all have our memories back and would like a word with the fairies of Haven. I am back, and being that I am extremely angry that you mind-wiped us, none of your lives are going to be pleasant from now on. And if you ever try to mind- wipe us again, I'll be sure that Butler personally destroys your headquarters. Have a Merry Christmas.
From your favorite Mud-boy,
Artemis Fowl the Second
Holly gawked in amazement. Thoughts like 'How did he get his memories back' and ' That little mud-weasel' kept running through her mind, along with things of more colorful language. Holly quickly snapped out of her shock.
"FOALY!" She shrieked. If he was correct, and he usually was, half of Haven heard that scream. Including Commander Root, who came bounding down the hall to the operations booth. Within seconds he was there, face more red than a beet and a half-smoked fungus cigar hanging out the side of his mouth.
"What's going on here? Short, stop yelling or I'll have your badge. Now what did the pony do this time?" Commander Root said, although to many people what he did would be considered yelling, but to him it was calm and rational speaking.
"Read!" was all Holly could manage through her rage as she pointed at the screen.
Commander walked over and read halfway through the second line before he started screaming. "WHAT IS THIS? I THOUGHT YOU SAID THERE WERE NO ITEMS THAT COULD TRIGGER HIS MEMORIES BACK! AND NOW HE'S THREATENING US! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!" Root clearly was unhappy about the pending news.
This was so bad that Foaly couldn't even come up with a sarcastic comment about anything even if the life of his computers depended on it. Holly, on the other hand, was still in shock. They had almost been friends and here he was threatening to sick his overly large manservant on them. And after all they had been through. After all, Holly had saved both his parents and Butler and him on many occasions.
"SHORT! I want you to go to his manor and figure out what in hell is wrong with him. And if he doesn't give you a straight answer, kill him." Root commanded.
"He never gives any straight answers." Foaly said.
"Exactly."
A/N~ Please review and tell me what you think.
A/N~ My second fic! Yay! Please review!
Operations Booth, Haven, Lower Elements
"You've got mail!" came that annoying voice from Foaly's computer. Foaly is the Lower Elements Police's techie. He dealt with all of their computers and gadgetry, all of which he invented, and gloated about on more than one occasion. Normally he would be talking to Holly, or Captain Holly Short of LEP recon to be exact, about his various accomplishments but today was different. There was nothing to do.
After Artemis Fowl had been mind-wiped over three years ago, nothing really ever happened in Haven. No goblin uprisings, no mad trolls on the loose, and no evil genius' to keep under control. Just paper work to fill out and this did not please Captain Short.
Holly was born to be in recon with her quick thinking and street skills, which had saved hers and many others lives on various occasions. But after months of seemingly never-ending paperwork there was nothing to do. There wasn't even some old lady who needed help getting her cat out of a tree for crying out loud. Not that she did those sorts of things at her job but that would be better than sitting in the OP's, bored.
"You've got mail!" the voice said again, much to Holly's annoyance.
"You've got mail!"
"You've got mail!"
"You've got ma-"
"Foaly, answer the stupid thing before I break it!" Holly shouted in frustration.
"Fine, fine. Don't have a cow." He said as he clicked on the little mailbox on his computer screen. It opened up and there laid a small letter. Signed by none other than Artemis Fowl the Second himself.
Foaly glanced around the room cautiously. If Holly found out that Artemis was contacting them she would not be in a good mood. And to say the least, he didn't want to be there when she found out.
"Well who's it from?" she asked impatiently.
"Uh, no one. Just an old friend." He said nervously, but tried to hide it. Holly, much to Foaly's displeasure, sensed his nervousness and knew he didn't want to tell her something.
"An old friend, huh? No offense or anything Foaly, but other than me and the Commander, you don't have any other friends. So stop playing games and tell me who it's from." She demanded.
Truth be told, Foaly really didn't have many friends. Although, he was hoping she wouldn't realize that and just forget about the e-mail he had received. She would eventually find out of course. But he didn't want that to happen for a long time.
"It is from an old friend." He lied.
"And, pray tell, what is the name of this old friend?" she questioned as she advanced on him.
Foaly knew that Holly would physically injure him now that her curiosity had been raised. And he was deathly afraid of physical pain.
"Umm, Bartholomew."
"Bartholomew?"
"Yeah, we, uh, went to college together." He finished meekly.
"College, huh? Well, Foaly, I happen to know that you never went to college. You skipped right through it. So I'm sure you wouldn't mind me reading what this Bartholomew has to say, would you?" she said cunningly, still advancing. She was like the lioness on the prowl and if she didn't get what she wanted, all hell would break loose.
"No! You can't read it!" he shouted, trying to get an idea to stop her. "Because it has to do with your birthday surprise."
Holly stopped at this. "Oh, really. Well, Foaly, my birthday isn't for another seven months."
Oh no, he thought. "Well it's a really elaborate plan that's going to take months to finish." He said while trying to push her out the door. It didn't work.
Holly easily spun past Foaly and bounded for the computer. Foaly ran after her as fast as he could but there was no beating a young healthy, not to mention the fastest, officer in the force when you're a centaur.
She made it to the computer easily. She sat down in the swivel chair and began to read.
Foaly,
Greetings from above ground. Butler, Juliet, and I all have our memories back and would like a word with the fairies of Haven. I am back, and being that I am extremely angry that you mind-wiped us, none of your lives are going to be pleasant from now on. And if you ever try to mind- wipe us again, I'll be sure that Butler personally destroys your headquarters. Have a Merry Christmas.
From your favorite Mud-boy,
Artemis Fowl the Second
Holly gawked in amazement. Thoughts like 'How did he get his memories back' and ' That little mud-weasel' kept running through her mind, along with things of more colorful language. Holly quickly snapped out of her shock.
"FOALY!" She shrieked. If he was correct, and he usually was, half of Haven heard that scream. Including Commander Root, who came bounding down the hall to the operations booth. Within seconds he was there, face more red than a beet and a half-smoked fungus cigar hanging out the side of his mouth.
"What's going on here? Short, stop yelling or I'll have your badge. Now what did the pony do this time?" Commander Root said, although to many people what he did would be considered yelling, but to him it was calm and rational speaking.
"Read!" was all Holly could manage through her rage as she pointed at the screen.
Commander walked over and read halfway through the second line before he started screaming. "WHAT IS THIS? I THOUGHT YOU SAID THERE WERE NO ITEMS THAT COULD TRIGGER HIS MEMORIES BACK! AND NOW HE'S THREATENING US! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!" Root clearly was unhappy about the pending news.
This was so bad that Foaly couldn't even come up with a sarcastic comment about anything even if the life of his computers depended on it. Holly, on the other hand, was still in shock. They had almost been friends and here he was threatening to sick his overly large manservant on them. And after all they had been through. After all, Holly had saved both his parents and Butler and him on many occasions.
"SHORT! I want you to go to his manor and figure out what in hell is wrong with him. And if he doesn't give you a straight answer, kill him." Root commanded.
"He never gives any straight answers." Foaly said.
"Exactly."
A/N~ Please review and tell me what you think.