FYI Kris was reading this and of course she mistakes the ship and asks...asks...asks...I CAN'T SAY IT...AHHHHH...EPPP...okay Sry, just FYI this is a Artemis/Dea fic and Dea is based partially on Kris...so we all know there's NO way for her to become a Mary-Sue...ducks the nylon girth that Kris chucks at her any ways...on to the story
DISLAIMER: BREAKING NEWS!!! I DON'T OWN AF!!! WOW!!!
Has ANYONE SEEN THE NEWSIES??? IF YOU HAVE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF GABRIEL DAMON AS ARTEMIS! (Better than Thomas Sangster)
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Life sucked. That's what Dea was thinking as she was lead into an underground office. A short red-faced man was sitting behind the desk. Her kidnapper pushed her into a chair and left.
"So Miss. Dea. How did you discover us?"
"It's a long story, really," she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"We have all the time in the world, get talking." The man pulled out a cigar and began to puff on it and Dea took a deep breath.
"Well, it all started last month...."
-Flashback-
"Give it up, Dea. Fairies DON'T exist," said Charlie the leader of their gang.
"They do to! And I'll prove it!" she shot back.
The rest of the gang sighed. Dea had been convinced Fairies existed ever since the group had hacked into the Fowl files. Well, after she had hacked into the files. And their gang wasn't your typical gang. It was just a group of teens, teens that knew how to hack, fight, bargain and steal. They lived on the streets and ruled the entire poor side of town.
"They don't!" Charlie stormed into the bombed building that served as their offices.
"They do...AND I'll prove it to you."
"Fine. Take the 1990 and a week. Then get back to work!"
So Dea constructed a scanner that traveled under ground. It had been very successful. So successful that it had managed to break into the Operations Booth. Of course then the LEP had sent an officer after her to mind wiped her. The mind wipe had been completely unsuccessful and had backfired on the officer.
-End Flashback-
"So now I'm stuck down here," she finished.
A centaur walked into the room. Dea didn't flinched; you saw stranger things on the streets.
"Good news only, Foaly," grumbled the man.
"Well, I'm not sure if you'd count Fowl getting his memory back as good news, Julius," said the centaur quickly.
"DO NOT call me Julius. How many times do I have- what was that about Fowl?"
"Uh...well, you see." Foaly rubbed his neck, "He, uh...got his memory back?"
The man turned the darkest red possible.
"I could have sworn that you just said Fowl got his memories back, donkey boy."
"Uh...yes?"
"Are you telling me or asking me?" Said the man rising from his chair.
"Telling."
"Do you know what this means for the people? Do you know what can happen? He's a real threat! He knows all our secrets! He can take over and...and..." the man sputtered a few curses.
"Not really, Julius. I don't think he'll do something like that. He's changed a bit and, I can't believe I'm saying this, but he'll be fair and-"
"FAIR? FAIR? You're saying that a FOWL will be FAIR?"
"We really can't do anything about it, besides monitor his actions carefully."
"Yes, we will monitor his actions carefully. In the mean time, you're NOT leaving you're lab UNTIL you have perfected EVERY LAST PART of the mind wiping system. Clear?"
"Like a goblins stupidity, Julius," answered the centaur and headed out the door.
"Oh, and Foaly," said Root with the air of one giving out sweets, "Your salary is cut in half until next month."
"What! Why?"
"Don't ever call me Julius, donkey!" Root slammed the door in Foaly's face.
Dea started laughing, she couldn't help it. They were so funny, the man with his red face and the centaur with his pouty expressions. Root wheeled towards her.
"You think that's funny? Well I've got news for you, Miss. You're going to the Fowl residence until we can think of what to do with you."
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Dea's POV
Foaly had sent the Fowl boy some sort of message explaining that they knew he had regained his memory and that I would be coming over to stay. Turns out the boy's parents were in France for a month so they would not be in the way. I was escorted by Captain Short incase the boy felt like arguing.
"I feel sorry for him." Holly's words came drifting over to where I sat, a good ten yards away from the door, outside of which, she was having a conversation with a giant.
"You mean her?"
"No...she's part of the...top member."
The giant gave a low whistle and glanced over at me. I continued with the task of cleaning my fingernails with a twig.
"Right, I'll tell Master Artemis to give Foaly a call." The giant rose and beckoned me in. The fairy flew away into the night.
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The giant led me into a large sitting room where a pale boy waited.
"Thank you, Butler." The giant nodded and backed out. I gasped, a Butler, one of the Butlers, wait until I told Charlie!
"Please sit down Miss. Dea. I don't suppose you have a surname?" said the boy in tones cold enough to freeze water.
"Oh, I do Mister..."
"Fowl," supplied the boy.
"It's Nuhad, Dea Nuhad. You might have heard of me," I said knowing full well he had.
"Ah, the famed Nuhad gang. I believe you use the screen of Goddess when hacking?"
"Yes, I do. How are your stocks doing?" I asked smirking. I switched some of his stocks around. Hey! I was bored.
The boy showed no emotion. "Very well, thank you. This has been a most interesting chat," he reached for the walkie-talkie. "Butler take her to the new holding cell." Butler's answer was short and a second later he came through the door. I gave a chuckle. Butler sure did trust me. He trusted me so much that he was lurking behind the door the whole time. Then again, working with the Nuhad gave you that reputation.
"If you'll follow me please, Miss. Nuhad." I turned and followed him out the door.
"Oh and Butler, I need a new disk, tonight, preferably," said the boy before Butler shut the door.
"Yes sir." Butler led me down a long flight of stairs into a dim corridor.
"You know, 'a new disk' is the lamest excuse I've ever heard of for getting the night off."
Butler glared at me and continued walking.
"Oh, sure I get it. Just friendly competition, nothing else like it in the bodyguard business."
One of our members had recently beaten Juliet for a bodyguard spot. She wasn't too bummed; she had received her letter of acceptance for the wrestling team the next day.
"Your so called 'best' made a few crucial mistakes," said Butler.
"Hey, take it easy there, that's my student you're talking about. It's not my fault he happens to be an idiot as well. Like employer like bodyguard, I always say. And who said he was the best?"
"YOU train him? How old are you?"
"Oh that's nice. Didn't you ever learn not to ask a lady's age? Sixteen, same age as the idiotic statue up there." There, I had broken the law. I had insulted the guy's charge. Sure to win me a one-on-one match.
"Being so smart, you do know that I can challenge you right now?"
"How'd you know that's not my point?"
"I'd have never guessed you were suicidal."
"Who said its me who's gonna be on the mat?"
Butler shook his head. "I would challenge you but-"
"You're to old. Your life force was required for that healing, I'm not stupid."
We had reached the cell. Just as well because Butler looked shocked. A normal person couldn't have told, but years with Charlie had taught me how to read a persons signals. And at the moment Butler was giving out very shocked vibes.
"Here," I reached into my pocket and pulled out what Charlie called 'Miracle Powder.' "Half a teaspoon once a day and you'll never have guessed that you were brought back from the dead. You might want to keep it quiet. The stone head wouldn't approve of it. Seeing as how he don't approve of us." Butler took the packet and opened the door.
"Good night Miss."
"Good night, Butler. Tell me, this cell has a restroom, right?"
"Of course Miss. See you in the morning."
"Or maybe before that." I whispered as he left, locking me in.
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I headed towards the bed in the first room. The other door led to the restroom. There were two camera's surveying the room. After flicking them off I headed to the restroom. There, just as I had thought. Vents. Maybe I would pay Mister Stone head a surprise visit. I used my knife (which Butler had missed in his quick search for weapons. You'd rather not know where I had it hidden on my person...nothing to gross, not like Ted, he hid his knife, well, that's entirely off topic) to pry off the bars. I stood on the toilet and squeezed my upper body into the opening. Tight fit, but it would do.
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"What do you know about her, Butler?"
"She's apparently on the top in the Nuhad. Don't let her tiny frame fool you. She's got to be very good at fighting and the likes."
Artemis watched Dea flick off the camera. "Do they teach bad manners or is that just a habit?" he asked.
"Well, sir. You've got to understand that these teens aren't your regular street gang. A boy whose father ran a defense academy started them. When he died the boy was thrown into the streets. He started to gather together some kids who looked like they had had enough of being treated like rats and they set up a hacking/stealing group of kids. They were well taught in self-defense along with most body guarding skills. They are actually quite talented."
Artemis thought for a while. If Butler said they were talented then they were talented. Hmmm this Dea girl, long brown hair, rather short, skinny, accomplished hacker, he would have to think about this.
"Butler did you find her family records like I asked?"
"Yes sir. Turns out she's an orphan," Artemis nodded. He had suspected it.
"Is she adopted?"
"Yes, turns out that the leader of the Nuhad had adopted her. Charlie is his name."
Artemis nodded again, his brain going into a trance.
"There is one more thing you should know about poor side. Dea has most likely been-"
"Thank you Butler." Artemis snapped out of his trance. Butler nodded and backed out. It was his night off. If anything happen, Artemis just had to call and he'd be there within two minuets.
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"Hack into her file or into her leaders file?" Artemis asked himself as he turned on his laptop.
"Neither." replied a female voice. "You won't be able to."
Artemis spun around and found Dea hanging from the vent.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Just hanging around." She snickered.
"I find that less than amusing. Please return to you cell."
"Um...I think not."
"Miss. Nuhad. You will return to your cell immediately."
"Or what? Going to send the boogie man on me?" she joked.
"Very well, you may stay there as I work." Artemis turned back to the screen. After a few minutes he found Dea correct. There was no way to access her file. Not without the password anyways, and his technology couldn't break in.
"I don't suppose you'd give me the password?"
"Sure, I wouldn't." She answered
Artemis gave her a blank look, which she returned. A few seconds passed, then Artemis turned back to the screen.
"Password: Sure, I wouldn't." said Artemis as he typed it in.
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Artemis finished reading her file. Dea was bouncing around his bedroom. He did not really care as there was close to nothing in his bedroom. Of course he was going to learn the hard way that you should never leave a hyper girl alone.
Artemis turned away from the screen. He had learnt a few disturbing things about Dea and was ready to finish analyzing the facts when he realized that would be quite impossible.
Dea had pulled all the sheets, blankets, and pillows off his bed and was currently jumping up and down in the pile.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"Having fun," she replied, "Come get me."
Artemis didn't he might fall and that would be very undignified.
"So, did you have fun reading my file? Quite the horror isn't it?" She stopped jumping and flung herself onto the bed. "Abandoned at a young age. Adopted by a young boy...and of course the whole part about Charlie having to pretend I was his daughter so Social Services wouldn't take me away...how old was he then...twelve? I can't believe they bought it," said Dea dramatically. "And I'm sorry to say that was the least disturbing part. So, did it scar you for life?"
Artemis did not wish to admit how it nearly had. Instead he said.
"I found it quite informative."
Dea stared at him. "You've got a weird sense of information."
"Yes, now if you do not mind putting the bed back in order and leaving."
"Sure, I'll leave. But I won't put that back into order. Where's your food stock? I'm hungry!" Dea headed out the door, Artemis staring at her. After all she had gone through she was still this happy? Some people... He followed her out. There was NO way he was letting her roam The Manor unattended.
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"Daaang!" Dea exclaimed as Artemis opened the walk in fridge. "Do you keep an army or something?"
Artemis frowned at her.
"I know we can make s'mores!" Dea began jumping all over the kitchen pulling out chocolate, marshmallows, graham crackers, and candles.
"Do you have a light?" She asked.
"No I do not. Furthermore- what in the world are you doing?" Dea had stuck her hand down her shirt.
"Getting a light." She pulled out a cigarette lighter and lit the candle. She then proceeded to roast her marshmallow over the flame.
"Ah, yes this is the life!" She said biting into a s'more. "Want some?"
"I'll pass, thank you."
"Why are you always so uptight and cold?" Dea asked.
"Because I am very much your superior and better."
"Sure, whatever."
"My turn."
"For what?"
"To ask you a question."
"Fire away, or don't. You might hurt yourself."
Slightly annoyed, Artemis asked, "Tell me where the Nuhad is located."
"Oh everywhere."
"Please, do not be too specific," he said sarcastically.
"Well, Charlie lives near Butler. He's lived there forever. Why, when he was eleven he remembers seeing Butler teach his sister spinning kicks in the sandbox!"
"Butler, teaching Juliet, spinning kicks in a sandbox?"
"That's what I said! My turn! Have you ever made your own bed?"
'Yes, once. We were on a camping trip. How did Charlie find you?"
"Wow, aren't we into the family genealogy! He found me outside a sweatshop. I was two at the time."
"Oh, really?" Artemis's eyebrows flew up suggesting that he had something to say but before he could there was a knock on the window.
"Hey! Hacker! Open up!"
"Charlie?" squeaked Dea.
"Hey, munchkin!" Charlie slipped into the room. He was tall with flaming red hair and an ear piercing.
"Charlie, Artemis, Artemis, Charlie." Said Dea introducing the boys.
"Pleasure," said Artemis quickly getting over the shock of the fact that this boy had gotten through every security measure he had installed.
"Oh, no. The pleasure is all mine," said Charlie although his eyes told a different story.
"So, Dea. Why are you in her?"
"I busted the fairies, they locked me up with this psycho who also busted them."
"Makes sense, lets get you out of here."
"No can do. I've been put under some spell thing. I can't leave."
"I'll have Pip bring over some of you stuff."
'Thanks,"
"No problem. Nice meeting you, Artemis, and thank you. That security was quite fun."
The boy slipped back out leaving a stunned Artemis and happy Dea behind.
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Artemis headed back to his room. The night had been quite stressful and he was hoping to get a few hours of sleep before the morning. Unfortunately, this would not be the case.
"Hello, Mr. Fowl." Artemis was pinned to the wall.
"Hello, Mr. Nuhad. How may I help you?" Always stay calm; Artemis took a few deep breaths.
"Well, Dea seems to be forced to stay her, but that's your problem. Do you understand? Maybe not, so I'll make it clear. Do not hurt Dea. In any way, shape, or form. If you do, the entire Nuhad will be on you. We know who you are, where you live, and how to get in here, don't tempt us." Charlie pushed Artemis even closer to the wall. He put a hand on his throat and pushed. Artemis gasped for breath. "Is my point clear?"
"Yes!" gasped Artemis.
"Good." Charlie let Artemis fall to the floor.
"Remember, we're watching you."
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