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A/N: OMG I AM SOOOOOOOO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE!!!! I know none of you will accept my excuses, but here they are: homework, dance, guitar, family death, depression, and an eating disorder. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!!!! You have NO IDEA how sorry I am!!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Arty, I would give him pointy ears. If I owned Holly, I would give her a perm. Sadly, I own neither, Eoin Colfer does, so they remain themselves.
CHAPTER THREE +++ Remembrance
I'm the rainbow in your jail cell
All the memories of Everything you've ever smelled Not alone, I'll be there Tell me where you want to go
- Don't Forget Me, by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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2 DAYS LATER
DIARY OF ARTEMIS FOWL III, DISK 4, (Encrypted)
I can't believe it.
I just simply cannot believe it.
I can't even think like a normal person. My brain is disoriented, my mind is in a clutter. I feel like any moment I might just tip over from the heavy weight of thoughts racing through my head.
There's one good thing to say about all this, however; my plan worked.
'Which plan is this?' you must be thinking. True, this plan is not recorded here or anywhere else. Why? Because the fairies removed them.
Now I know you're laughing. Fairies don't exist! Well, actually, as a matter of fact, they do. And I knew a few of them, not to long ago . . .
And now I remember them. I remember all of the crazy adventures we had together, all of the bickering that ensued between us, all of the high-tech equipment they possessed, everything.
All because of Mel Diggs. Or should I say, Mulch Diggums? Yes, that's right, my contact. It so happens that Mr. Diggs was not really Mr. Diggs at all. Actually, he wasn't even human. He was a dwarf. A dwarf I had known prior to my memory being erased.
I remember it all now . . . they called it the Mind-Wipe, I think. Foaly, their technological wizard (he was actually a centaur), created it. And I suppose, after all the crazy things that had happened to them involving me, they didn't want to remember . . . but I did. I DID want to remember. But, of course, I was a mere Mud Boy, whose opinion wasn't appreciated when dealing with "fairy matters".
I remember Root. Julius Root. All of the LEP gave him the nickname Beetroot. He smoked quite a few fungus cigars.
And Foaly, of course. He was possibly the most sarcastic creature to roam the land on hooves. And his little tinfoil hat. Paranoid pony.
I recall Opal Koboi, Foaly's number one rival. Conniving little pixie, she was. Always thought Foaly had a bit of a thing for her.
And Cudgeon. He's not very pleasant to remember, with his odd deformities and evil attempts to kill me. Well, that was more the goblins.
Ah, the goblins. Nasty. That's really all I have to say about them. Oh, and incredibly stupid.
Mulch Diggums, of course. Now THERE was an honorable fairy. Never let me down ONCE. Of course, there was the minor fact that he was a kleptomaniac. But once you got past that (and his odd eating habits), he was really a very nice dwarf.
The Kelp boys. Trouble and Grub. Complete opposites. I'm sure their mommy is proud of them.
There was a sprite . . . Chix Verbil, I think. HUGE show-off. Especially in front of . . .
. . . Holly.
Holly Short. Stubborn, brave, determined, beautiful, clever, courageous Holly Short.
How could ANYONE forget her?
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HAVEN CITY
Below ground, things were hectic. Well, for a certain Holly Short, at least. Life hadn't been going oh-so-smooth as of late, particularly because of one very annoying commander and one very annoying centaur.
"Holly, maybe we can do something about it!"
"Julius, you know VERY WELL that there's nothing we can do!"
"Shut it, Pony-Boy!"
"No way in hell, Beetroot!"
"Don't listen to him, Captain! HE'S NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD!"
"Nuh uh! HOLLY, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! RUN BEFORE BEETROOT POISONS YOU WITH UNTRUE KNOWLEDGE! RUN, HOLLY, RUN!"
Yes, this is what she had to deal with these days.
As she stalked down the halls of the main LEP command center, followed by her two bickering comrades, she couldn't help but think that life had taken a definite turn for the worse. As a matter of fact, it was so hard to get through the day that she was considering quitting her job at the LEP.
Of course, Root and Foaly didn't know about that.
"Oh, come on, Foaly, WORK WITH ME HERE!"
"I refuse. I have to work with you eighteen hours a day, I'd prefer to refrain from doing so during lunch hour."
"DAMN CENTAUR!"
"DAMN BEETROOT!"
"DAMN BOTH OF YOU!" Holly yelled before running off.
Root and Foaly just stood there at the end of the corridor, with blank looks on their faces.
"What's up with HER?"
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FOWL MANOR, IRELAND
Butler climbed the main staircase of Fowl Manor, whistling to himself as he went. True, the last couple of days had been somewhat chaotic, but he felt he had something to whistle for.
He and Master Artemis remembered.
Butler smiled. To him, it was the best feeling in the world to have his thoughts rearranged and put back together again in the correct order, with relevant thoughts and memories that had been missing before imprinted into his mind again.
Juliet was still away wrestling somewhere or other. Butler wasn't sure whether he would allow her to view the disk that Mr. Diggums had brought, made to look like a coin, the coin that Holly Short had given to Artemis Fowl in a first show of friendship two and a half years ago.
Butler furrowed his brow. Artemis had certainly been acting strange as of late. He hadn't eaten since his memory had been recovered, and he hadn't spoken a word. Although Butler's main priority was to protect his charge from outward danger, he felt it his duty to defend the teenager from emotional problems as well. However, he couldn't do this if he didn't know what the problem WAS.
Mulch was staying at Fowl Manor for a bit. Artemis II and Angeline were on a vacation in Versailles, France, and weren't expected to return for another two weeks. Mulch was currently roaming the grounds somewhere, probably delving into the earth for lunch. Butler remembered his first unpleasant encounter with Mulch Diggums, and grimaced at the thought.
Artemis was locked up in his room. Butler figured he was probably still typing away on his laptop, in that diary of his. Butler remembered being fifteen, and how different his life had been from Artemis's. Maybe that's why he sometimes found it hard to communicate with the boy. Their lives were nearly a world apart.
But as he passed by Artemis's room, and heard the faint whisper of "Holly" as the boy laid his head down on the keyboard, Butler realized he'd have to do something about it.
Because Artemis needed him.
Or did he need Holly?
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A/N: Sorry about the incredible shortness. I'll get the next chappie up ASAP.
Oh, and I'm thinking about starting a Drowning Mailing List. Do you guys think this would be a good idea? Tell me in your reviews, and if there's a mailing list, if you want to be enlisted in it!!!!! R+R
A/N: OMG I AM SOOOOOOOO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE!!!! I know none of you will accept my excuses, but here they are: homework, dance, guitar, family death, depression, and an eating disorder. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!!!! You have NO IDEA how sorry I am!!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Arty, I would give him pointy ears. If I owned Holly, I would give her a perm. Sadly, I own neither, Eoin Colfer does, so they remain themselves.
CHAPTER THREE +++ Remembrance
I'm the rainbow in your jail cell
All the memories of Everything you've ever smelled Not alone, I'll be there Tell me where you want to go
- Don't Forget Me, by Red Hot Chili Peppers
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
2 DAYS LATER
DIARY OF ARTEMIS FOWL III, DISK 4, (Encrypted)
I can't believe it.
I just simply cannot believe it.
I can't even think like a normal person. My brain is disoriented, my mind is in a clutter. I feel like any moment I might just tip over from the heavy weight of thoughts racing through my head.
There's one good thing to say about all this, however; my plan worked.
'Which plan is this?' you must be thinking. True, this plan is not recorded here or anywhere else. Why? Because the fairies removed them.
Now I know you're laughing. Fairies don't exist! Well, actually, as a matter of fact, they do. And I knew a few of them, not to long ago . . .
And now I remember them. I remember all of the crazy adventures we had together, all of the bickering that ensued between us, all of the high-tech equipment they possessed, everything.
All because of Mel Diggs. Or should I say, Mulch Diggums? Yes, that's right, my contact. It so happens that Mr. Diggs was not really Mr. Diggs at all. Actually, he wasn't even human. He was a dwarf. A dwarf I had known prior to my memory being erased.
I remember it all now . . . they called it the Mind-Wipe, I think. Foaly, their technological wizard (he was actually a centaur), created it. And I suppose, after all the crazy things that had happened to them involving me, they didn't want to remember . . . but I did. I DID want to remember. But, of course, I was a mere Mud Boy, whose opinion wasn't appreciated when dealing with "fairy matters".
I remember Root. Julius Root. All of the LEP gave him the nickname Beetroot. He smoked quite a few fungus cigars.
And Foaly, of course. He was possibly the most sarcastic creature to roam the land on hooves. And his little tinfoil hat. Paranoid pony.
I recall Opal Koboi, Foaly's number one rival. Conniving little pixie, she was. Always thought Foaly had a bit of a thing for her.
And Cudgeon. He's not very pleasant to remember, with his odd deformities and evil attempts to kill me. Well, that was more the goblins.
Ah, the goblins. Nasty. That's really all I have to say about them. Oh, and incredibly stupid.
Mulch Diggums, of course. Now THERE was an honorable fairy. Never let me down ONCE. Of course, there was the minor fact that he was a kleptomaniac. But once you got past that (and his odd eating habits), he was really a very nice dwarf.
The Kelp boys. Trouble and Grub. Complete opposites. I'm sure their mommy is proud of them.
There was a sprite . . . Chix Verbil, I think. HUGE show-off. Especially in front of . . .
. . . Holly.
Holly Short. Stubborn, brave, determined, beautiful, clever, courageous Holly Short.
How could ANYONE forget her?
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
HAVEN CITY
Below ground, things were hectic. Well, for a certain Holly Short, at least. Life hadn't been going oh-so-smooth as of late, particularly because of one very annoying commander and one very annoying centaur.
"Holly, maybe we can do something about it!"
"Julius, you know VERY WELL that there's nothing we can do!"
"Shut it, Pony-Boy!"
"No way in hell, Beetroot!"
"Don't listen to him, Captain! HE'S NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD!"
"Nuh uh! HOLLY, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! RUN BEFORE BEETROOT POISONS YOU WITH UNTRUE KNOWLEDGE! RUN, HOLLY, RUN!"
Yes, this is what she had to deal with these days.
As she stalked down the halls of the main LEP command center, followed by her two bickering comrades, she couldn't help but think that life had taken a definite turn for the worse. As a matter of fact, it was so hard to get through the day that she was considering quitting her job at the LEP.
Of course, Root and Foaly didn't know about that.
"Oh, come on, Foaly, WORK WITH ME HERE!"
"I refuse. I have to work with you eighteen hours a day, I'd prefer to refrain from doing so during lunch hour."
"DAMN CENTAUR!"
"DAMN BEETROOT!"
"DAMN BOTH OF YOU!" Holly yelled before running off.
Root and Foaly just stood there at the end of the corridor, with blank looks on their faces.
"What's up with HER?"
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FOWL MANOR, IRELAND
Butler climbed the main staircase of Fowl Manor, whistling to himself as he went. True, the last couple of days had been somewhat chaotic, but he felt he had something to whistle for.
He and Master Artemis remembered.
Butler smiled. To him, it was the best feeling in the world to have his thoughts rearranged and put back together again in the correct order, with relevant thoughts and memories that had been missing before imprinted into his mind again.
Juliet was still away wrestling somewhere or other. Butler wasn't sure whether he would allow her to view the disk that Mr. Diggums had brought, made to look like a coin, the coin that Holly Short had given to Artemis Fowl in a first show of friendship two and a half years ago.
Butler furrowed his brow. Artemis had certainly been acting strange as of late. He hadn't eaten since his memory had been recovered, and he hadn't spoken a word. Although Butler's main priority was to protect his charge from outward danger, he felt it his duty to defend the teenager from emotional problems as well. However, he couldn't do this if he didn't know what the problem WAS.
Mulch was staying at Fowl Manor for a bit. Artemis II and Angeline were on a vacation in Versailles, France, and weren't expected to return for another two weeks. Mulch was currently roaming the grounds somewhere, probably delving into the earth for lunch. Butler remembered his first unpleasant encounter with Mulch Diggums, and grimaced at the thought.
Artemis was locked up in his room. Butler figured he was probably still typing away on his laptop, in that diary of his. Butler remembered being fifteen, and how different his life had been from Artemis's. Maybe that's why he sometimes found it hard to communicate with the boy. Their lives were nearly a world apart.
But as he passed by Artemis's room, and heard the faint whisper of "Holly" as the boy laid his head down on the keyboard, Butler realized he'd have to do something about it.
Because Artemis needed him.
Or did he need Holly?
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A/N: Sorry about the incredible shortness. I'll get the next chappie up ASAP.
Oh, and I'm thinking about starting a Drowning Mailing List. Do you guys think this would be a good idea? Tell me in your reviews, and if there's a mailing list, if you want to be enlisted in it!!!!! R+R