Shelma: Oh, why don't I own Artemis Fowl?
Holly: 'Cause you have a sick imagination and your writing is awful and you can't think of anything even remotely...
Shelma: I got it already, thank you very much. Why did I ask in the first place?
Holly: Asking stupid questions is your speciality.
Shelma: Sure, thanks for reminding. I have one more question of the kind. Would you like to kiss Artemis in this chapter or next?
Artemis: I would prefer both.
Holly(getting very mad again, throws my German-Russian dictionary at me, and English-Russian one at Artemis. Lucky me, the second one is really, I mean really, much heavier): You both are sick perverts! I would never kiss that heartless egoistical git!
Shelma: Holly, that book you threw at Artemis was really too heavy.
Holly: At least he keeps silence now.
Shelma: I guess he will for long. He's unconscious.
Holly: D'arvit!
Takes a vase and pulls out the flowers.
Shelma: Hey! Those're my flowers!
Holly (throwing the flowers at me): Take them then!
Pours the water out on Artemis.
Artemis: Uhh... That hurts... And now I'm all wet, and this suit was...
Holly: I don't care about your suit! Heal! (Heals the wound on his head)
Artemis: Do you realize how illogically you act? First hit, then heal...
Holly: Do you want more?
Artemis: I presume my answer will be negative.
Holly: Shut up then! Why do I ever waste my magic on you?
Shelma: Who's asking stupid questions now... Ouch! I need to hide away all heavy objects.
Artemis (rolling eyes): It's about time. You should have done it a while ago!
Shelma: Umm. Where were we?
Artemis: You were going to write how Holly ki...
(Holly approaches him with a really scary look)... or may be something else will do.
Holly steps back with a satisfied smile.
Chapter 3.
Artemis was getting exhausted. He's been searching and reading and rereading and analyzing...But still was getting nowhere. He rubbed his aching eyes and at the window. It was a bright summer day, meant for spending it outside, but Artemis didn't care.
Juliet came with a tray of food:
-Arty, you look exhausted. Why don't you have a rest? Look, what a sunny weather at last after raining for eternity! You should go for a little stroll, it will help to clear your mind. Common, Arty, life is short.
-I don't feel like...Wait, what did you just say?
-That you should go for a walk, it's unhealthy just to sit...
-No, you said life was short.
-So what, it's just a saying. Do you disagree with that?
-Just sounds so familiar, - said Artemis thoughtfully, making Juliet really confused.
-Well, it should, I guess. You definitely should stop exhausting yourself that much.
Juliet left, shaking her head. Artemis glanced at the tray absent-mindedly and noticed a magazine forgotten by Juliet. The name on the cover caught his attention. 'Holly Mary Combs, the charmed sister.'
"Holly, - thought Artemis, - Holly Short! Why does it sound so familiar?"
The image of auburn-haired girl with hazel eyes immediately sprang to his mind. "Her name is Holly! Holly Short."
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Holly Short was walking towards her cabinet thinking how she'd want to torture Foaly when she suddenly heard his voice through communicator:
-Still mad at me?
-You are the last person I wanna hear right now!
-That includes even Fowl?
-Arrrghh!
Holly turned off the link. Foaly gave her a couple of minutes to cool down before restoring it and then said:
-Actually, Holly, I mentioned Fowl not without a reason. We have a problem.
-What's happened? – asked Holly anxiously.
-He entered your name into the internet search programme.
Holly's heart made a leap.
-So what? He may be doing some botanic research. No big deal.
-Oh, yeah, he's writing an article 'bout a plant called 'holly short', pretty but prickly.
-What can I do if I'm unforgettable? –Holly smiled. May be her dream was prophetic, after all.
-Holly, it is serious. Fowl is about to regain his memory. And you do not sound upset or worried.
-Because I'm not.
And Holly, now being in much better mood, turned off the link again. She bet Foaly's face was priceless at the moment. Holly gave a short laugh and headed to the Operation's Booth.
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Artemis was anxious. After so much effort he at last had a clue to the mystery. Suddenly he heard the door open and said, without turning round:
-Juliet, I do not want anything and I'd appreciate if ...
-This is not Juliet.
The voice was familiar. Artemis looked at the door and the sight startled him. There was standing a dwarf!
-Who are you? How did you manage to get through the security system?
-I'm Mulch Diggums. And I'm here because you asked me to give you this.
Artemis took a small disk feeling excited. Now he will know everything.
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A/N:
Shelma: Now, Holly, what do you think?
Holly: That I'm not going to kill you today.
Shelma: You mean you like it?
Holly: Never said so. But at least no stupid dreams this time.
Artemis: And no kisses, by the way.
Holly (glaring at him): That's what I like most about the chapter!
Shelma: You'll just have to wait a bit for that. Ouch! Gets a punch.
Artemis smirks.
Holly(punching him too): Stop smirking! It's annoying!
Artemis(matter-of-factly): I am always annoying.
Holly: Hmm. Have to agree with that.
Shelma: And do you agree that you won't be too upset when Artemis regains his memory?
Holly: Sure.
Shelma and Artemis stare unbelievingly.
Shelma: We have a little progress here, don't you think?
Artemis:I beg you pardon?
Holly(a bit embarrassed): What's a big deal? I thought this d'arviting mind wipe was wrong from the very beginning.
Artemis: May I ask why?
Holly: Because after it you turned evil again, of course! It puts The People in danger.
Artemis: Is that the only reason?
Holly(firmly): It is!
Shelma: A very little progress but still...Ouch!
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suga CraZie: Thank you. Hope this chapter wasn't very bad either.
Mad Sam: Constructive criticism always welcomed. Thanks again. My muses are glad you like them!
cocoaducks: Do I love your fics? You're one of my very favorites! Thank you. Longer chapters... I'm working on it.