Hey y'all!!! Erm… ((Evolves into boring monotonous state)) Hello. I have decided to update my fic. Humour is coming in, though that won't make me laugh. Ha. Haha. Hahaha. That was hard.

((Pops back into neutralgal)) So anyway. Erm… Since I'm trying to finish this by Christmas Eve, I need to update… WAAAHHH… I don't like updating, since I have to copy from a stupid notebook.

So let's reply to my reviewers:

Starting from the first reviewer to the last but definitely not least reviewer…

Electric Fire: HAHA!!! Thanks for reviewing! Right now I haven't bathed still, and it's really late… ((Glances around nervously))

Lils Evans: Yep. I tried to make it as Arty-ish as possible. Please tell me if you think Arty is IC or OOC. Thanks for reviewing!!!

Hiei's pet monkey: Well, I did squash one… ((Looks around for an ant, reaches out and squashes it and throws it away)) There. He won't come alive now.Anyway, any news about the Artemis Fowl movie? Is it CANCELLED???? ((sobs)) Thanks for reviewing, by the way!!!

RaevenDawn: Really? Really really?? Really really really??? YAY! THEN THANK YOU!!!! Press it one more time and type something to please me…

Cyberspace: I don't really know whether I'll continue it… no your first fic is a huge success!!! I think it's really excellent so yeah. Wow, your b-dae same day as my friend's! On that day is my friend's birthday party and she's invited me so we're gonna party all night! Okay, NOT all night… haha… Thanks fro reviewing!!!

diagonist: Yours is one of the longest reviews I've ever received or more possibly, the longest. Heehee, I was thinking about people pinching our dear Arty's cheek and it was so hilarious I had to write it down. Well, for me of course. I love Christmas so I decided Artemis should at least have a nice Christmas this year. Why it has to be compulsory? Oh I can't reveal that. The People have a plan in mind… actually it's quite obvious.  I know, no humour stuff in there, I just WRITE supposedly humour stuff, so yep. This chapter is hopefully a tiny bit humourous and is not useless. Well, about Artemis not wanting to go… it will include social activities, DANCING, and all the things Artemis would hate. Wait, he says so in this chapter ((smiles sheepishly)) Sorry about the inconsistencies in my writing (did I even spell that correctly?) and you can expect anything from an immature hyperactive eleven year old who will be 12 in four months. Thanks for the compliment! And thanks for the nice review!!! THANKS!!! (I'm still 11 because it's still 2004) haha. This review was rather helpful so I'll give another thanks.

IMPORTANT NOTE: This is not where Artemis dances or anything. No dancing here, but there ARE references to dances…

Chapter Two: I Don't Know How to Dance!

When Artemis finally awoke, he opened his eyes to greet a fairly purple Root sporting a Santa Claus suit and a large tufty (erm, is there even such a word?) fake beard. He had to fight hard from laughing out loud.

"So," said Root, as if at an interrogation. "You're here, Fowl."

"Obviously," said Artemis, for Root's expression clearly wanted a reply. "Why, may I enquire, are you wearing that, ah, ridiculous suit?"

This was not the reply Root had been hoping for. He felt rather hurt. After all, he had spent ages digging out the right uniform, as Foaly had betted him to wear the most ridiculous suit of all time.

He snorted and stroked his beard.

"You're in no position to ask me that question, Fowl. So it's better if you shut your trap and listen to me!" yelled Root, still stroking his beard. Artemis sighed.

"Actually, Commander, I am in every position to ask you any question, since I have been dragged bodily from my manor and dumped here to attend some pathetic party, I am afraid, will not attend," said Artemis, not at all "shutting his trap", as Root so eloquently put it. Root stared at him.

"What do you mean you won't attend!" roared Root. "Instead of outdoors in the snow-"

"What snow?" interrupted Artemis, not at all intimidated by a thoroughly red Root. "It can't snow here, nor will you fairies enjoy the cold. Unless it's artificial snow, of course."

"Yes," said Root, through clenched teeth. "Artificial snow. Now what was I saying? Oh yes. INSTEAD OF OUTDOORS IN THE SNOW WE HAD TO HOST THE PARTY IN A SECURED AREA SO THE PRESSURE WOULDN'T FRY YOUR PRECIOUS BRAINS!!! Though it would be better if your brains were fried," he added.

"Well, you'll still be planning for artificial snow to fall in the area, aren't you? Well, I'm truly sorry, but I certainly will not attend," said Artemis in a tone that clearly meant that the conversation was over. Obviously 'Santa Claus' did not care.

"Tell me, Fowl," he said, staring into Artemis's bright blue eyes, but not mesmerizing him. "What exactly are the reasons you do not want to attend this party?"

Artemis shrugged.

"Parties are truly pathetic. The time wasted could be used for investing in businesses," he said coolly. Root grunted.

"Maybe another reason, eh, Mud Boy? You can't dance," said Root, smirking. Artemis's expression faltered.

"True," admitted Artemis. "I do not see the point of dancing." Root grinned. He looked more like Santa's little elves; you know those really ugly ones that do all the grunt work, than Santa himself.

"Excellent. You can make a fool of yourself, mud boy," he said happily and left, leaving Artemis alone in the room.

Why, he wondered, were the fairies forcing him to attend their Christmas party? There had to be a scheme, a plot behind all this. He stood up and paced the room, thinking. What was the meaning of this? The fairies whisked him to Haven without a word of warning and right now he was stuck in a room, reduced to pacing the floor. And he was forced to attend a Christmas party, which would obviously consist of social activities (such as talking) and dancing. Worse thing was, it was specially held for fairies. He would look like a giant in the midst of all of them. He felt rather warm in the enclosed area and quickly removed his coat.

Suddenly, Holly ran into the room.

"Mud boy," she panted. "Starting – the party, get – ready – Hey, you're ready! And still wearing that old mud-man suit! Well, then come with me." Holly gestured towards the door. "Secured area. Your brains won't fry," she added hastily, seeing the mix of disgust and apprehension on Artemis's face.

"No, it's not that," said Artemis. "I know it's secured. It's what you're wearing."

Holly looked down at herself and made a face.

"Hey, it's not my fault. Root forced me into it. It's not like I wanted to wear it in the first place. It's so revolting. I mean, a dress! Who in their right mind would wear a dress?" cried Holly, clutching a fistful of the green velvety material.

A normal female, thought Artemis silently.

Aloud he said, "You look like a Christmas tree. Red and green."

Holly reached a hand up to her messy auburn hair and laughed.

"I agree," she said and pointed to the door. "So are you coming or not?"

"No," said Artemis simply.

"Yes," Holly said firmly, crossing her arms.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Argh," groaned Holly and grabbed Artemis's immaculate suit, Artemis refraining from tugging it away from her for fear of destroying his precious outfit. He obliged to Holly's vicious tugging and found himself pulled into an enormous room.

Artificial snow was floating slowly to the ground, making drifts in the ankle deep snow. Tiny chairs and tables surrounded the snowing area. Lights were stuck on each wall and lighted only the edges of the room. Artemis was amazed. But only by the snow.

"Foaly's invention?" he murmured, lifting his foot slowly from the thick snow. A snowflake fell into his outstretched palm. "It's not – cold."

"Yep. Like the decorations? I helped put them up. Foaly offered to hang ornaments on my dress," she said, rolling her eyes, waving her hand at the wreaths, mistletoe and holly hung up almost everywhere. She looked down at her scratched arms and hands. "Stupid holly. All the time you were sleeping we were adjusting the decorations and the holly fell on top of an elf. Guess who."

"You know, Holly, you're calling yourself stupid," Artemis pointed out. He looked up and now a giant Christmas tree caught his interest. The golden star on top of the Christmas tree brushed the tall ceiling of the room lightly. Artemis had to crane his neck all the way upwards to see the tip of the Christmas tree. It was placed in the middle of the room and had ornaments of all kinds Artemis had never seen before hanging on it. Leaves were drifting off the massive tree and Artemis spotted a large photo of Foaly embedded in the leaves. He guessed Root and Holly hadn't seen it yet.

"He organized this, I suppose," mused Artemis, the snowflake still lying on his palm as he took in his surroundings. "Where are the other fairies?"

"I'm not psychic," said Holly. "Would I know?"

"No," admitted Artemis, still staring at the snowflake. "I'll – I'll take a seat."

"No dancing for you, mud boy?" said Holly, grinning.

"I don't know how to dance," said Artemis quickly as Holly led him to a specially made chair and table, big enough and tall enough for him. Holly smiled.

"That's just too bad, Fowl," she said unfeelingly as Artemis sat down and glared at her.

"So who's your date?" asked Artemis suddenly. Holly glanced sharply at the mud boy. His face was expressionless (as usual) and he looked as if he were asking an everyday question.

"My date? Oh, you'll see. You'll see soon enough. And unlike you, he can dance."

Muahaha!!! Cliffie! Erm, is it a cliffie? Oh this is brilliant. I'm back to my old immature self.

So anyway. A tiny bit of humour for you there. Just a teaspoon. Or maybe those tiny coffee spoons you get when you buy coffee, those are really cute. Whoever can guess Holly's date (again VERY obvious) will get their name written in big bold letters in the next chapter! And a bag of cookies from me! If all my reviewers guess it then their names will be underlined and in bold and will be announced to everybody who actually reads this fic! I hope this is as good as the previous one, not many good words in here, though… Arty can't dance… yep. I think Artemis's a bit OOC in here, but remember, it's CHRISTMAS!!!

Actually I think my previous chapter was much more serious. Now the fun begins…

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Realize I'm not as serious as the previous chapter? Oh well, little girls can't stay serious for long periods of time… (last night I laughed and talked so much to my sister even though she told me to shut up she told me to switch off the light and slept herself. Oh well.)

P.S: I love it when Holly calls Artemis mud boy!