Hi ya'll. I'm back (groans issue all around (ok I did knick that off
someone else, can I help it if I'm a slight sufferer from kleptomania (yes
I do know what that means (unlike some people))))
Any way, to my reviewer. 'LMD'. I'm sorry about ripping off the almighty, Eoin Colfer. I wanted to add more but my cousin (Hi Sophie (I got my pen name from her nickname (soap sud) she is unbelievably clean)) said that it would have been better off ending there, you know, CLIFFIE. I minded about writing that about 12:30am so it was too late and my sis would have killed me, waking her up and using the V.noisy internet. I wanted to show how much Artemis's memory screamed out to him to remember about Holly and the fairies. His own brain dreamt past events to try to make him remember about the people, as well as screaming at him during the day. I also wanted to draw people's attention to how important dreams are. They are V.important; they help your brain slot in the day's events. Oh and 'LMD' I checked the book again, just to make sure it wasn't just my Tyrone gene saying 'everything red is important', (I hate it, I might just convert to an Derry supporter (sorry for the bad grammar, I just wanted Armagh fans to think I was going to write 'I might just convert to an Armagh supporter, as if, get over it! We've got Sam!) but then Derry's color is red too, I'll just shut up now) the C cube is red like it is on the cover of the book that we have here in Ireland. But I think the American cover is blue because I went in the official website and the cover was blue with a cube with lines coming out of it.
Anyway. Back to this chapter. We're going to go back in time to when Holly is at Fowl manor. I was going to go straight ahead to the next chapter after but once again, soap sud made me write this. "It's much better RON, when you do it my way" you know, I'm fed up with her ranting on at me and the only reason I listen to her is because she does a Mary- sue and be's right all the time. It gets a bit emotional here with Holly and Trub, but I cut most of the stuff 'cause I wanted to have it as a G rating. So on with the story.
P.S. I'm sorry if people don't like flash backs. I personally hate them too. I just want to set an emotion here. Even though it's not as bad as the last chapter.
Disclaimer: as you'll probably be smart enough that I don't own any characters in the Artemis Fowl Trilogy, I won't need to say that I don't own them. (Ok, I stole that from someone else to. Yesh, stop being so hard on me!
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Shuttle port E1, Tara, Ireland
Holly was in an extremely bad mood. Trouble had sat down beside her during the shuttle ride to Tara. He'd tried to give her some smart mouth but she wasn't going to put up with that. 'First chance, first chance I get to hit him and I'm going to punch him so hard he'll wish he never set his bloody hands on me.' She thought, grinding her teeth together. Luckily, for kelp, the shuttle docked just before Holly gave him the one four*. They ordered their teams to group together and fly in goose formation**to Fowl Manor. Trouble shuttered as he landed on the grassy verge. More than six years ago he was knocked out by a man mountain, more commonly known as Butler, and had to face the humiliation of vomiting in the Manor, after he'd broken the sacred rule of never entering a human dwelling without an invite. He'd promised himself he'd never go back to the place and here he was, standing in the same spot Butler had shot him with the dart filled with tranquilizer. Holly smiled inwardly at the sight of Kelps discomfort, she personally loved it here. Her three favorite Mud People lived here. Artemis, Juliet and Domivio. She shut her eyes remembering the times she had here. The pain, the disappointment and the thrill of a mission.
When she was kidnapped by Artemis and Butler; when she abducted them; the time she gave Artemis and Butler a lift from London, after she had preformed magical surgery on Dom; and finally. The mind wipe. She hadn't wanted the three humans to have their minds wiped. True they had caused her a lot of grief, but she felt a bond had made itself between them, that's probably what kept her from blasting holes in them with her neutrino.
"Holly," a voice cut through Holly's daydreams, "Holly, we have to find out if the convict is in that damn house." Holly turned around to see Chix Verbil, a sprite whose wing had been blasted by some goblins out of the B'wa Kell triad. The results, Chix had to have wing therapy and told not to much fly anymore. Even five years after his wing still gave him trouble. Holly was there when it happened and every time she saw Chix, every time she saw his wings, she blamed herself for making him run that thermal.
"Yes Chix?" she asked softly, but not too softly, because Chix was famous for asking out as many girls as possible and had a little thing about Holly. In fact one of the reasons he got shot was because he was trying to impress Holly.
"Captain Kelp ordered you to go into that damn house to see if the convict is there." He repeated, unnecessarily swearing.
"Well you go and tell that, that," she paused, searching for a name offensive enough to call Kelp, "that mud fairy, to go in himself if he wants the house scanned."
"Thanks for making yourself look stupid Short," Trouble had walked over during Holly's rant, "now I don't need to do it myself."
"What do you mean Kelp?" she yelled, then she realized, she was the only fairy with an invite to Fowl manor, well not exactly an invite, but since she was brought there in the first place and never told not to go back again, she was able to come and go as she pleased in Fowl Manor.
"Exactly," Trouble sneered, "who's an idiotic morass now?"
"Shut your trap Kelp!" Holly said, dangerously low.
"Make me!" he retorted, and from there, the classical result of those two comments happened. First the person who told the other person to do something, leaps, in this case Holly, then the person who's being leapt on and said 'make me', counterattacks, then the third person, who's usually always kept out of the conversation, i.e. Chix, tries to separate the two whose ripping each other to pieces. It's usually left there, 'but usually never stops a troll' as Foaly sometimes says. Sometimes, one of the bickerers, i.e. Kelp, gets filled with too much bravado or misses a punch and gives the intervener, Chix, a mighty good wallop on the nose. From there the fighting stops, except in old westerns, where the whole household, tavern or even the whole town, starts fighting each other for no reason.
"Chix," cried Holly, pushing Kelp out of the way, "Chix, are you all right?"
"I'm bvine Holly, I bean Cap'in Short." He replied, blood pumping from his nose, "magic should kick in soon."
"Good," she said, breathing out and she sent a single spark of magic down her finger, "here's a bit of magic to speed yours up, now will you do something for me?" vigorous nods, "will you go and tell my squad to fan out and search the grounds please," she looked behind her and scowled. Trouble had sat down beside a cherry tree and was nursing his wounds, 'sucker, and people say he's the best in the LEP. I didn't even get a scratch. He doesn't even care for his officers. Look at him sitting there, so obsessed with himself, doesn't even care about anyone else' she thought bitterly. She turned around to Chix "and tell his squad to do the same since he's too busy with himself." Chix nodded once and turned to give the order.
Holly watched him. The magic had kicked in so his nose had stopped bleeding. She battled with the urge to go and give Trouble another kicking and turned towards the huge manor.
"You go girl." Foaly whinnied through his brays of laughter. Holly smiled, and walked up to and through the door.
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"Foaly," she started, "cant you scan for Mulch to save me from walking."
"Yep, done it." He replied after a few moments silence, "You know I have enough things to do without having to do your job for you."
"So do I Foal, but if you could have done that from ops then you're wasting police time." She said skeptically.
"Well, I." he was cornered. His mam had always said that his big mouth would land him in trouble; she was proven right once again. He thought he knew what was coming next and began to rack his brain for a reasonable explanation,
"And wasting time to search for Mulch, who's believed to be going to restore Artemis Fowl's memory, which in turn means Artemis'll be able to plot against the people."
"Em" he still hadn't thought of a smart comment,
"Which means we'll be up to our necks with his schemes for the rest of his life. Foaly what, in the name of Frond, were you thinking?" There, the question he was dreading. What was he thinking? What was he really thinking? He wasn't even sure himself.
"I, I suppose, I was just," Foaly was really at a loss for words. Why did he delay the mission? Surely he didn't want the Mud Boy regaining his memory; surely he didn't want another competitor in the technology sector. "Holly," He began, but Holly knew the reason.
"You miss him too, don't you?" she asked.
"I suppose" he replied, Holly couldn't see his face but she was sure it was red with embarrassment, "You know Holly," he said, relieved that she felt the same way, but then again, he knew that. At the mind wipe she seemed genuinely upset that the three humans were going to forget them, "he was the only one to totally understand and appreciate my inventions and talks." She smiled and then she was all business again,
"Foaly, get me a line to Roots office would you? I want clearance from this mission."
"What do you mean clearance from this mission Holly?"
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"What do you mean clearance from this mission Holly?" said a rosé Root.
"Commander, I want to go to New York on my own." She said, staring at the video link of the commander at the bottom of the screen.
"Why?" he asked simply.
"Commander Root sir, Kelp won't negotiate properly. He..." she began.
"What do you mean negotiate captain?" Root interrupted, his features becoming redder.
"Now Julius," Foaly butted in before Holly could reply, "you already asked Holly a question and she was answering. You can't bombard her with questions and stuff to do; she has got a limit you know."
"So do I Foaly, believe it or not. So stop being cheeky and calling me Julius or I might just cut your budget again."
Foaly shut up at that but you could just hear him muttering something like "Ok Julie, I'll shut up. Humph. At least I don't smoke stinking cigars. It's a mud man habbit. And at least I don't look like a fat, blown up crossover between a swear toad and a stink worm."
Root began to redden at an accelerated rate. Holly decided that this might be the best time to continue.
"Commander, it would be in the best interests of the people that I go alone, because I can talk to Mulch, I can make him listen. I'll tell him that the best option for everyone would be if Artemis's memory of the people remained hidden."
"No captain," the commander yelled, "you are to go on a shuttle, back to haven, while the rest of the team grab a shuttle to America."
"Why can't I go to America?" she shouted. She was outraged, "Commander, I haven't been on a Fowl checkup. Not once! Why can't I go! It's not fair! Kelp always goes! He's an idiot!" she continued to go on like this for a good minute, and would have continued had the commander not shut her up.
"Short, if you don't quit arguing with me I'm going to have your stripes." He said dangerously low.
"Commander you always say that!" she yelled, "it's not fair, this is sexism! That's what it is! Even most mud men don't act as stupid as you are now!" She stopped. She had gone too far this time. She decided to continue, while Root was still silent, building up enough steam for a rant, and when she still had enough bravado to continue giving cheek. "I'm going whether you like it of not Root!" she cut the connection, "Foaly can I use these wings and helmets?" Foaly was thrown off guard; he was too amazed at Holly's forwardness to utter more than one word,
"Yeah."
"Thanks Foal, block him for me would you please?"
"Ok." He was still in shock.
She ran out of the house, oblivious to the surprised voices from the living room. She looked around and ran over to Trouble, who was ordering the troop around.
"Kelp," she yelled, "you're in charge now. Root says that you have to go to Haven ASAP." She turned around, ran, started up her Hummingbirds and flew in a northeasterly direction, once again oblivious to the surprised voices.
"Wow, she was pretty brave." Muttered corporal Grub Kelp, Troubles little brother, "Yeah" said Chix, "She's going to be fired." Said another corporal. "I never heard Root so angry." Exclaimed corporal Frond. "These new helmets of Foaly's are really malfunctioning." Said Trouble.
New York City, America
Holly had crossed the Atlantic without an episode and had flown to New York's Central Park. Sitting in a bench, she tried again to get a connection to Foaly. This time she was successful just as she heard a young woman and man, giggling, approach.
"Holly, you are in some deep." Foaly took a breath, "Holly are you even listening?
"Shush Foaly. There's Mulch. "She was watching a short figure running in the direction of two dark figures. "That must be." The pair walked under a streetlamp "It is. Foaly its Juliet and Artemis." Holly breathed
"What are you going to do?" he whispered. He was too captured in Holly's emotions to talk at his normal level.
"I'm going to ambush him now." She paused, thinking what else to do. "I want to be there when their memories are restored."
"Holly," he whispered, again forgetting to talk normally, "Holly you can't. You'll be kicked out of the LEP."
"What do I care Foal?" she said blankly, "I don't want to work with idiots like the Kelps and Root. This is personal. I'm going to do it my way."
"Holly, please." His voice became shaky. "Kelp's arrived in the city and is very near where you are. You have to stop..."
But it was no use. Holly had dived landing on Mulch and they had become mixed up in a tangle of limbs. Artemis and Juliet had sat down on a bench only a few yards from where the two Fairies were scuffling
"Get off!" Mulch yelled.
"Stop standing on me. Ow! Stop biting me Mulch!
"Holly! I mean Captain Short. What are you doin'? Oh no, I'm not going to do anythin' I swear!"
The two Humans looked blindly at the pair on the ground though the couldn't see any thing because Holly had taken out her cam foil.
"Shut up! Mulch, I don't even think I'm a captain anymore." She remembered the situation she was in. "Mulch, please. Stay there."
"Foal, I'm in trouble aren't I?" Holly suddenly became a trembling wreck. She had agued, insulted and ignored her commander. And had run out of Bravado.
"Yep," he replied sympathetically and quietly, "I've never seen him so angry, Holly, he even came into the Ops room and banged on the door, threatening to fire me too if I didn't cut the transmission."
"So I'm" Holly said sadly before she was interrupted
Artemis and Juliet had held a brief conversation before Artemis had shouted "Exactly!" throwing his arms in the air and collapsed into a giggling fit.
"Ya cheeky wee git." Juliet shouted in reply.
Then they got up and walked away. Arguing as they staggered sleepily.
"So I'm fired am I?" Holly said, voice trembling, she was close to tears. She felt as if some other Holly, one who had listened to Root, and had got permission to go to New York, had suffered a great loss and was so sad that her world had collapsed in on her.
Foaly took a deep breath before answering.
Then a figure dropped from the sky.
"You should always check your equipment before you use it Short." He hit her on the head so hard; Holly could feel her consciousness slipping. Her last sight was Mulch Diggums running at her and Trouble Kelp, with a branch of a tree.
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My apologies to any fan of Trouble Kelp. I wanted a bad guy somewhere in this story and 'who else,' I thought to myself, 'than someone who's most likely to be Holly's boyfriend. He would go too far, they would have a big fight and now hate each other.' The perfect bad guy would be some one who no-one would suspect. 'Now,' I thought, 'who, do I and everyone else think would be the perfect match for Holly? Who is law abiding, nice, and smart and hansom?' Artemis Fowl first flashed in my mind but I dismissed this thought almost immediately for three reasons. 1) Art is certainly nice enough, hansom (I think he would look nice and I can't wait until the actor who's playing him is reviled, I'd say he's cute) and exceedingly intelligent, but he's defiantly not legitimate. 2) Their both different species. And 3) The fairies had been terminated from Artemis's mind, some five years ago. 'Who then? Who? Defiantly not Root,' I was almost sick at the thought of it, 'Foaly? No, I like him too much and again with the species, not even the same amount of legs, Grub Kelp? No! Perish the thought. He's too much of a whinier for Holly, she deserves someone better.' I was running Oh cougar (I sometimes say that instead of $&*^, £^(! etc.) have I fallen ill to the dreaded writers block?' Then, just as I was about to give up, Trouble Kelp's name stepped forward from the shadows of my mind. "Ah hell," I cursed, 'well I can't think of another elf so he'll have to do.' Thus I made Holly and Trouble ex's and shattered their friendship. 'A shame,' my other self tutted, 'yeh, but who else, can you think of anyone other than Captain Kelp?' I challenged and waited for an answer but may as well not have bothered. She remained silent.
Wow it took 302 words to explain that simple answer.
Ah well, I suppose I'll have to get off the computer now. I'll try to update as much as possible. I'm back at school on Monday so that means I'll have to battle with school, homework and my brother using the computer for his GCSE coursework (I'll have to do that in next year for my juniors! *@-@stops with a shocked look on face @-@* CRAP! My juniors! I forgot completely about them! *@~@ bottom lip starts to quiver @~@* I don't want to do my juniors.*starts sobbing uncontrollably*)
I'll, sniff, have to go now so, sniff, SLÁN, luv Soap Sudd *still bawling over juniors which are in more than one years time*
Any way, to my reviewer. 'LMD'. I'm sorry about ripping off the almighty, Eoin Colfer. I wanted to add more but my cousin (Hi Sophie (I got my pen name from her nickname (soap sud) she is unbelievably clean)) said that it would have been better off ending there, you know, CLIFFIE. I minded about writing that about 12:30am so it was too late and my sis would have killed me, waking her up and using the V.noisy internet. I wanted to show how much Artemis's memory screamed out to him to remember about Holly and the fairies. His own brain dreamt past events to try to make him remember about the people, as well as screaming at him during the day. I also wanted to draw people's attention to how important dreams are. They are V.important; they help your brain slot in the day's events. Oh and 'LMD' I checked the book again, just to make sure it wasn't just my Tyrone gene saying 'everything red is important', (I hate it, I might just convert to an Derry supporter (sorry for the bad grammar, I just wanted Armagh fans to think I was going to write 'I might just convert to an Armagh supporter, as if, get over it! We've got Sam!) but then Derry's color is red too, I'll just shut up now) the C cube is red like it is on the cover of the book that we have here in Ireland. But I think the American cover is blue because I went in the official website and the cover was blue with a cube with lines coming out of it.
Anyway. Back to this chapter. We're going to go back in time to when Holly is at Fowl manor. I was going to go straight ahead to the next chapter after but once again, soap sud made me write this. "It's much better RON, when you do it my way" you know, I'm fed up with her ranting on at me and the only reason I listen to her is because she does a Mary- sue and be's right all the time. It gets a bit emotional here with Holly and Trub, but I cut most of the stuff 'cause I wanted to have it as a G rating. So on with the story.
P.S. I'm sorry if people don't like flash backs. I personally hate them too. I just want to set an emotion here. Even though it's not as bad as the last chapter.
Disclaimer: as you'll probably be smart enough that I don't own any characters in the Artemis Fowl Trilogy, I won't need to say that I don't own them. (Ok, I stole that from someone else to. Yesh, stop being so hard on me!
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Shuttle port E1, Tara, Ireland
Holly was in an extremely bad mood. Trouble had sat down beside her during the shuttle ride to Tara. He'd tried to give her some smart mouth but she wasn't going to put up with that. 'First chance, first chance I get to hit him and I'm going to punch him so hard he'll wish he never set his bloody hands on me.' She thought, grinding her teeth together. Luckily, for kelp, the shuttle docked just before Holly gave him the one four*. They ordered their teams to group together and fly in goose formation**to Fowl Manor. Trouble shuttered as he landed on the grassy verge. More than six years ago he was knocked out by a man mountain, more commonly known as Butler, and had to face the humiliation of vomiting in the Manor, after he'd broken the sacred rule of never entering a human dwelling without an invite. He'd promised himself he'd never go back to the place and here he was, standing in the same spot Butler had shot him with the dart filled with tranquilizer. Holly smiled inwardly at the sight of Kelps discomfort, she personally loved it here. Her three favorite Mud People lived here. Artemis, Juliet and Domivio. She shut her eyes remembering the times she had here. The pain, the disappointment and the thrill of a mission.
When she was kidnapped by Artemis and Butler; when she abducted them; the time she gave Artemis and Butler a lift from London, after she had preformed magical surgery on Dom; and finally. The mind wipe. She hadn't wanted the three humans to have their minds wiped. True they had caused her a lot of grief, but she felt a bond had made itself between them, that's probably what kept her from blasting holes in them with her neutrino.
"Holly," a voice cut through Holly's daydreams, "Holly, we have to find out if the convict is in that damn house." Holly turned around to see Chix Verbil, a sprite whose wing had been blasted by some goblins out of the B'wa Kell triad. The results, Chix had to have wing therapy and told not to much fly anymore. Even five years after his wing still gave him trouble. Holly was there when it happened and every time she saw Chix, every time she saw his wings, she blamed herself for making him run that thermal.
"Yes Chix?" she asked softly, but not too softly, because Chix was famous for asking out as many girls as possible and had a little thing about Holly. In fact one of the reasons he got shot was because he was trying to impress Holly.
"Captain Kelp ordered you to go into that damn house to see if the convict is there." He repeated, unnecessarily swearing.
"Well you go and tell that, that," she paused, searching for a name offensive enough to call Kelp, "that mud fairy, to go in himself if he wants the house scanned."
"Thanks for making yourself look stupid Short," Trouble had walked over during Holly's rant, "now I don't need to do it myself."
"What do you mean Kelp?" she yelled, then she realized, she was the only fairy with an invite to Fowl manor, well not exactly an invite, but since she was brought there in the first place and never told not to go back again, she was able to come and go as she pleased in Fowl Manor.
"Exactly," Trouble sneered, "who's an idiotic morass now?"
"Shut your trap Kelp!" Holly said, dangerously low.
"Make me!" he retorted, and from there, the classical result of those two comments happened. First the person who told the other person to do something, leaps, in this case Holly, then the person who's being leapt on and said 'make me', counterattacks, then the third person, who's usually always kept out of the conversation, i.e. Chix, tries to separate the two whose ripping each other to pieces. It's usually left there, 'but usually never stops a troll' as Foaly sometimes says. Sometimes, one of the bickerers, i.e. Kelp, gets filled with too much bravado or misses a punch and gives the intervener, Chix, a mighty good wallop on the nose. From there the fighting stops, except in old westerns, where the whole household, tavern or even the whole town, starts fighting each other for no reason.
"Chix," cried Holly, pushing Kelp out of the way, "Chix, are you all right?"
"I'm bvine Holly, I bean Cap'in Short." He replied, blood pumping from his nose, "magic should kick in soon."
"Good," she said, breathing out and she sent a single spark of magic down her finger, "here's a bit of magic to speed yours up, now will you do something for me?" vigorous nods, "will you go and tell my squad to fan out and search the grounds please," she looked behind her and scowled. Trouble had sat down beside a cherry tree and was nursing his wounds, 'sucker, and people say he's the best in the LEP. I didn't even get a scratch. He doesn't even care for his officers. Look at him sitting there, so obsessed with himself, doesn't even care about anyone else' she thought bitterly. She turned around to Chix "and tell his squad to do the same since he's too busy with himself." Chix nodded once and turned to give the order.
Holly watched him. The magic had kicked in so his nose had stopped bleeding. She battled with the urge to go and give Trouble another kicking and turned towards the huge manor.
"You go girl." Foaly whinnied through his brays of laughter. Holly smiled, and walked up to and through the door.
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"Foaly," she started, "cant you scan for Mulch to save me from walking."
"Yep, done it." He replied after a few moments silence, "You know I have enough things to do without having to do your job for you."
"So do I Foal, but if you could have done that from ops then you're wasting police time." She said skeptically.
"Well, I." he was cornered. His mam had always said that his big mouth would land him in trouble; she was proven right once again. He thought he knew what was coming next and began to rack his brain for a reasonable explanation,
"And wasting time to search for Mulch, who's believed to be going to restore Artemis Fowl's memory, which in turn means Artemis'll be able to plot against the people."
"Em" he still hadn't thought of a smart comment,
"Which means we'll be up to our necks with his schemes for the rest of his life. Foaly what, in the name of Frond, were you thinking?" There, the question he was dreading. What was he thinking? What was he really thinking? He wasn't even sure himself.
"I, I suppose, I was just," Foaly was really at a loss for words. Why did he delay the mission? Surely he didn't want the Mud Boy regaining his memory; surely he didn't want another competitor in the technology sector. "Holly," He began, but Holly knew the reason.
"You miss him too, don't you?" she asked.
"I suppose" he replied, Holly couldn't see his face but she was sure it was red with embarrassment, "You know Holly," he said, relieved that she felt the same way, but then again, he knew that. At the mind wipe she seemed genuinely upset that the three humans were going to forget them, "he was the only one to totally understand and appreciate my inventions and talks." She smiled and then she was all business again,
"Foaly, get me a line to Roots office would you? I want clearance from this mission."
"What do you mean clearance from this mission Holly?"
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"What do you mean clearance from this mission Holly?" said a rosé Root.
"Commander, I want to go to New York on my own." She said, staring at the video link of the commander at the bottom of the screen.
"Why?" he asked simply.
"Commander Root sir, Kelp won't negotiate properly. He..." she began.
"What do you mean negotiate captain?" Root interrupted, his features becoming redder.
"Now Julius," Foaly butted in before Holly could reply, "you already asked Holly a question and she was answering. You can't bombard her with questions and stuff to do; she has got a limit you know."
"So do I Foaly, believe it or not. So stop being cheeky and calling me Julius or I might just cut your budget again."
Foaly shut up at that but you could just hear him muttering something like "Ok Julie, I'll shut up. Humph. At least I don't smoke stinking cigars. It's a mud man habbit. And at least I don't look like a fat, blown up crossover between a swear toad and a stink worm."
Root began to redden at an accelerated rate. Holly decided that this might be the best time to continue.
"Commander, it would be in the best interests of the people that I go alone, because I can talk to Mulch, I can make him listen. I'll tell him that the best option for everyone would be if Artemis's memory of the people remained hidden."
"No captain," the commander yelled, "you are to go on a shuttle, back to haven, while the rest of the team grab a shuttle to America."
"Why can't I go to America?" she shouted. She was outraged, "Commander, I haven't been on a Fowl checkup. Not once! Why can't I go! It's not fair! Kelp always goes! He's an idiot!" she continued to go on like this for a good minute, and would have continued had the commander not shut her up.
"Short, if you don't quit arguing with me I'm going to have your stripes." He said dangerously low.
"Commander you always say that!" she yelled, "it's not fair, this is sexism! That's what it is! Even most mud men don't act as stupid as you are now!" She stopped. She had gone too far this time. She decided to continue, while Root was still silent, building up enough steam for a rant, and when she still had enough bravado to continue giving cheek. "I'm going whether you like it of not Root!" she cut the connection, "Foaly can I use these wings and helmets?" Foaly was thrown off guard; he was too amazed at Holly's forwardness to utter more than one word,
"Yeah."
"Thanks Foal, block him for me would you please?"
"Ok." He was still in shock.
She ran out of the house, oblivious to the surprised voices from the living room. She looked around and ran over to Trouble, who was ordering the troop around.
"Kelp," she yelled, "you're in charge now. Root says that you have to go to Haven ASAP." She turned around, ran, started up her Hummingbirds and flew in a northeasterly direction, once again oblivious to the surprised voices.
"Wow, she was pretty brave." Muttered corporal Grub Kelp, Troubles little brother, "Yeah" said Chix, "She's going to be fired." Said another corporal. "I never heard Root so angry." Exclaimed corporal Frond. "These new helmets of Foaly's are really malfunctioning." Said Trouble.
New York City, America
Holly had crossed the Atlantic without an episode and had flown to New York's Central Park. Sitting in a bench, she tried again to get a connection to Foaly. This time she was successful just as she heard a young woman and man, giggling, approach.
"Holly, you are in some deep." Foaly took a breath, "Holly are you even listening?
"Shush Foaly. There's Mulch. "She was watching a short figure running in the direction of two dark figures. "That must be." The pair walked under a streetlamp "It is. Foaly its Juliet and Artemis." Holly breathed
"What are you going to do?" he whispered. He was too captured in Holly's emotions to talk at his normal level.
"I'm going to ambush him now." She paused, thinking what else to do. "I want to be there when their memories are restored."
"Holly," he whispered, again forgetting to talk normally, "Holly you can't. You'll be kicked out of the LEP."
"What do I care Foal?" she said blankly, "I don't want to work with idiots like the Kelps and Root. This is personal. I'm going to do it my way."
"Holly, please." His voice became shaky. "Kelp's arrived in the city and is very near where you are. You have to stop..."
But it was no use. Holly had dived landing on Mulch and they had become mixed up in a tangle of limbs. Artemis and Juliet had sat down on a bench only a few yards from where the two Fairies were scuffling
"Get off!" Mulch yelled.
"Stop standing on me. Ow! Stop biting me Mulch!
"Holly! I mean Captain Short. What are you doin'? Oh no, I'm not going to do anythin' I swear!"
The two Humans looked blindly at the pair on the ground though the couldn't see any thing because Holly had taken out her cam foil.
"Shut up! Mulch, I don't even think I'm a captain anymore." She remembered the situation she was in. "Mulch, please. Stay there."
"Foal, I'm in trouble aren't I?" Holly suddenly became a trembling wreck. She had agued, insulted and ignored her commander. And had run out of Bravado.
"Yep," he replied sympathetically and quietly, "I've never seen him so angry, Holly, he even came into the Ops room and banged on the door, threatening to fire me too if I didn't cut the transmission."
"So I'm" Holly said sadly before she was interrupted
Artemis and Juliet had held a brief conversation before Artemis had shouted "Exactly!" throwing his arms in the air and collapsed into a giggling fit.
"Ya cheeky wee git." Juliet shouted in reply.
Then they got up and walked away. Arguing as they staggered sleepily.
"So I'm fired am I?" Holly said, voice trembling, she was close to tears. She felt as if some other Holly, one who had listened to Root, and had got permission to go to New York, had suffered a great loss and was so sad that her world had collapsed in on her.
Foaly took a deep breath before answering.
Then a figure dropped from the sky.
"You should always check your equipment before you use it Short." He hit her on the head so hard; Holly could feel her consciousness slipping. Her last sight was Mulch Diggums running at her and Trouble Kelp, with a branch of a tree.
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My apologies to any fan of Trouble Kelp. I wanted a bad guy somewhere in this story and 'who else,' I thought to myself, 'than someone who's most likely to be Holly's boyfriend. He would go too far, they would have a big fight and now hate each other.' The perfect bad guy would be some one who no-one would suspect. 'Now,' I thought, 'who, do I and everyone else think would be the perfect match for Holly? Who is law abiding, nice, and smart and hansom?' Artemis Fowl first flashed in my mind but I dismissed this thought almost immediately for three reasons. 1) Art is certainly nice enough, hansom (I think he would look nice and I can't wait until the actor who's playing him is reviled, I'd say he's cute) and exceedingly intelligent, but he's defiantly not legitimate. 2) Their both different species. And 3) The fairies had been terminated from Artemis's mind, some five years ago. 'Who then? Who? Defiantly not Root,' I was almost sick at the thought of it, 'Foaly? No, I like him too much and again with the species, not even the same amount of legs, Grub Kelp? No! Perish the thought. He's too much of a whinier for Holly, she deserves someone better.' I was running Oh cougar (I sometimes say that instead of $&*^, £^(! etc.) have I fallen ill to the dreaded writers block?' Then, just as I was about to give up, Trouble Kelp's name stepped forward from the shadows of my mind. "Ah hell," I cursed, 'well I can't think of another elf so he'll have to do.' Thus I made Holly and Trouble ex's and shattered their friendship. 'A shame,' my other self tutted, 'yeh, but who else, can you think of anyone other than Captain Kelp?' I challenged and waited for an answer but may as well not have bothered. She remained silent.
Wow it took 302 words to explain that simple answer.
Ah well, I suppose I'll have to get off the computer now. I'll try to update as much as possible. I'm back at school on Monday so that means I'll have to battle with school, homework and my brother using the computer for his GCSE coursework (I'll have to do that in next year for my juniors! *@-@stops with a shocked look on face @-@* CRAP! My juniors! I forgot completely about them! *@~@ bottom lip starts to quiver @~@* I don't want to do my juniors.*starts sobbing uncontrollably*)
I'll, sniff, have to go now so, sniff, SLÁN, luv Soap Sudd *still bawling over juniors which are in more than one years time*