A/N: Wow, thirty reviews! You guys are awesome!! Before anything else, I would like to say WARNING: LARGE AMOUNTS OF HORMONES IN THIS CHAPTER. LOTS AND LOTS. POOR ARTY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIMSELF. ISN'T IT CUTE? *glances around nervously to check is 18-year-old Arty is nearby* So, now you can't say I didn't warn you.
Next, sorry to disappoint all you guys, but this isn't an A/H fic. This is a Trouble/Holly fic. The facts that Trouble hasn't shown up at all, or that Artemis can't stop staring at Holly, or that Holly and Artemis are going somewhere alone together on a jet are completely irrelevant.
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I was kidding. I don't understand T/H fics at all. I mean, we really don't know that much about Trouble to begin with, and there's absolutely no basis for any sort of relationship even coming close to romance in the books. Of course, the A/H ship has little more, but at least we know Holly misses him…*grins* there's still hope!
As for the review song, there are several, but the ones I know of I read in the stories of Silver Phoenix, who can be found here as SilverPhoenix25 and at Sugar Quill simply as Silver Phoenix. She writes Harry Potter fanfics (and parodies. Be sure to check out Harry Potter and Some Sorceror's Rock, Harry Potter and the Chamberpot of Secrets, and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of A Cabana. *plug plug plug* very funny*).
On that subject, unless I feel like there's an issue that seriously needs to be addressed and/or I don't have your email, I won't be doing review replies in the story. I find it's distracting from the story line, plus it takes up a lot of room (like this a/n) and gives the false belief that a chapter is longer than the truth, which is simple agonizing.
Dedication: To Lessa3 (whose story Artemis Fowl 4 is hilarious and highly recommended), who has a Trig test this week. I had one today. I share in your pain. Luck to you, mon amie.
Finally, the disclaimer: The only Artemis Fowl I own is the non-existent 18-year-old Arty, and he doesn't leave my house. Ever. And I don't get any money from him. So, onto
Chapter 3
A cell, somewhere in the United States of America
Butler woke up, his head throbbing. As usual, the first thing he did was to look around his surroundings. He was in a pitch-black room with an apparently concrete floor.
He stood slowly and carefully, reaching out to see if he felt the wall, then to see if his head hit the ceiling. The top of his shaven crown bumped the ceiling and his left hand hit the wall. Right. The room wasn't very big, then.
"Who's there?" said a voice. Butler recognized the voice and smiled grimly.
"Juliet?" he said.
"Dom?" she asked. "Where are you—I can't see a thing in here—oof!"
Something connected with Butler's chest. "Right, I think you've found me," he said. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she answered. "A little groggy, but nothing too serious. You?"
"Same here," he said, hugging her. "Got me with a tranquilizer. It was floating in midair—fancy work, just to knock me out. Artemis wasn't with me. If all is well he should still be at the dance."
"You called him?"
"Yes. They might have gotten a trace on him." Butler felt like swearing. "But I have no doubt he'll watch after himself."
"I hope so." Juliet's voice was worried. "Do you have any idea where we are?"
"No."
A sudden blinding light appeared from a hole in one of the walls. It took Butler a moment to process the fact that a door had opened, and standing in the doorway was a diminutive female.
"Oh, it's so dark and dreary in here," she said in a strangely sweet voice. "Let's have some light, shall we?"
Butler released Juliet as a light flashed on. His pupils shrank to accommodate the light, then settled back to their normal size, allowing him to study their visitor. She was short, with dark hair and pale skin and dark eyes with a slightly wild look to them. Obviously lacking something upstairs.
"Dreary," she was saying to herself. "That's such an awful word. Dreary, dreary, dreary. Makes you unhappy, doesn't it?"
"Er—I suppose so," Butler said cautiously.
She peered up at him. "Oh, don't say you don't remember me!" she pouted. "Come on. I tried to take over the world a few years back?"
Butler stared at her, mystified. "Technological genius?" she added. "Tiny? Opal Koboi?"
"The name sounds familiar," he said finally, still staring at her, aware of Juliet posed to strike next to him, "but I'm afraid I can't place you."
She abandoned her beckoning stance and stared up at him curiously. "They really did wipe your mind," she said, almost wonderingly. "Trust Foaly to be thorough."
Then her sanity fled again. "Foaly, Foaly, Foaly," she sang. "Foaly-moaly, I'll get you too, I'll beat you, Foaly-poly."
"Er—that's nice," he attempted. "Would you like to tell me why I'm being held captive?"
"Revenge!" she said happily. "I'm taking my revenge on the world! The LEP will be sorry they messed with me! Sorr-ee, m-ee! It rhymes! I am a genius!"
"Of course you are," Juliet said soothingly. Out of the corner of her mouth she muttered, "Should I deck her now?"
Amazingly enough, their little hostess caught the twenty-year-old's remark. "Now, it's not time to get all violent, now is it?" she said, shaking her finger warningly. "Otherwise I'll mesmerize you, and then all my fun will be gone. You better be good while I'm gone."
And with that she left the room, leaving Butler and Juliet to stare at each other. "Well…that was interesting…" Juliet ventured.
"Opal Koboi," Butler mused, rubbing his chin. "I know I've heard that name before."
"And Foaly," Juliet added. "Foaly. And the LEP. It's all—"
"—in my mind," he finished. "Only I can't make the connection."
She
matched his frowning face. "I'm sure
it'll come to us with time. In the mean
time…you see any weak spots in this place?"
Butler shook his head. "It's almost like a seamless box. I wouldn't know there was a door if I hadn't
seen…Opal…come in there."
"Great." Juliet flopped onto the floor, her blonde pigtail flying around. "What are we going to do?"
Butler carefully sat down next to her. In the past few years, it had been harder and harder to get up and down. "I'm going to meditate," he informed her. "You may do as you wish."
Without waiting for a reply, he closed his eyes and began breathing deeply—or at least as deeply as his constricted lung would allow him, searching for his inner calm. And hoping against hope that Artemis would devise a plan to get him out of here.
***
"Aren't you supposed to be flying the jet?" Holly asked as Artemis joined her in the passenger part of the Lear jet.
He shrugged. "It's set on autopilot. As long as I monitor its progress every five or ten minutes, we should be fine."
"Somehow, that isn't reassuring," she muttered, casting an eye around her surroundings. "Look like you keep this thing well stocked."
He shrugged again. "I never know when I might need it. I do my best to be prepared."
"Are you all right?" she asked, studying him. His blue eyes seemed distracted and he gave the barest of jumps at her question.
"I'm—fine," he replied, avoiding her gaze. "Worried about Butler and Juliet, that's all. And I still have a bit of a leftover headache from remembering everything."
"Oh." For lack of a better reply. He shifted in his seat and looked around. Holly looked around again as well. For some reason he was amazingly tense; the silence bore down on her heavily.
"What have you been doing?" he asked abruptly, looking back at her. She met his gaze and was surprised to note him swallowing. Something was bothering him.
"This isn't like the time you didn't tell me we were going to cut off Spiro's thumb, is it?" she said suspiciously, ignoring his question.
Now he stared at her, confusion evident in his eyes. "What's like that time?"
"This. Something's bothering you. There isn't something vital you're not telling me, is there?"
To her complete and utter surprise, Artemis Fowl blushed to the roots of his hair. He looked angry and uncomfortable blushing. It was almost cute. "No—no, it's nothing like that," he assured her, looking away.
"Then what is it?" she persisted.
"It's nothing that concerns you," he said sharply, now looking very angry. "I'm going to check on the autopilot." And with that he jumped out of his seat and practically scampered to the cockpit.
Holly sat back, momentarily stunned. This Artemis Fowl was completely different from the one she remembered. She had never seen him lose control like that—well, his eyes had been a tad bit red when she had found him right after Butler had been shot, but beyond that he was always in complete control of himself.
She became aware of something coming from her helmet. She picked the helmet up and pulled out the headset, putting them on over her ears. Then she recognized the sound. It was Foaly laughing.
"What?" she asked, annoyed.
"I saw all that, you know," he said. "Root's gone. You ought to be thankful for small blessings."
"Why?"
"Oh, Holly," Foaly said, still chuckling slightly. "Don't tell me it's not obvious."
"What's not obvious?"
"You really don't know?"
"No," she said, even more annoyed. "What's so funny about that exchange?"
She could practically see Foaly shaking his head. "Poor kid," he muttered absent-mindedly. "I wouldn't think you'd be so blockheaded, but—"
"Foaly," Holly said sharply. "If you do not tell me right now what you find so amusing, and what I am missing, then I will—"
"Do what? As far as I can tell, you still can't fit inside the Ops Booth."
Gritting her teeth together, she enunciated clearly as she said, "You shouldn't have mentioned that. It's another bone of contention. Now, tell me what's so—"
"Short!" barked Commander Root. "What are you doing? Concentrate!"
Holly felt a muscle tighten in her jaw. "I was just having a conversation with Foaly, Commander," she said cordially.
"You should be watching Fowl! Who knows what tricks he might play without supervision."
"I don't think he'll do anything Holly wouldn't approve of," Foaly said with a snicker.
"What does that mean?" the two LEP officers demanded. But Holly suddenly had a very good idea.
"Oh NO," she said sharply. "Foaly, you are COMPLETELY and TOTALLY wrong."
"Of course I am," the centaur said with false smoothness. "Just imagining things. Right. You just watch him Holly, and see if I'm not right."
"Right about what?" Root insisted.
"Go cut off your front legs," Holly snapped at Foaly. "You're wrong."
She could see him smile patiently. "Of course, Holly. Of course."
Artemis leaned his forehead against the wall of the cockpit, feeling weak. He held up his hands in front of his face and was not surprised to find them trembling.
Never. Ever. In his entire life, he had never lost control like that. He had blushed, for crying out loud. Blushed. And all because of a pretty face. Although that wasn't all he found attractive about Holly, of course. From his clearly professional view, she had a high intellect and was able to grasp most of his plans, and even anticipate him at times. From his controlling hormonal view, she was very pretty. He liked her hair; it was a pretty color. Her eyes sparkled and she had such pretty red—
No, no, no. He was not going to finish that train of thought. He was finished with allowing his hormones to control his actions. He was not going to dwell on any personal feelings he might possibly harbor for Captain Short—which he didn't—there were no feelings between him and Holly—Captain Short—he was done with emotions for the time being.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath. He thought the word a second time; now he was vocalizing clichéd terms he had sworn he'd never used. He ran a hand through his dark hair and let it fall into his face, taking a deep breath. Control. It was all about control. He had to make himself calm down.
He found his inner chi, as Butler had taught him. Once satisfied that he had a full reign on his emotions, he reentered the passenger area. Holly was sitting in her seat, holding the headset from her too-small helmet to her ear and scowling.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe with his hands stuck casually in his pockets.
Holly jumped and looked at him, a scowl still on her face. "No," she said. "Foaly's just being obstinate, that's all." She paused, apparently listening to the headset, then asked, "Where are we?"
"About halfway to Atlanta."
She put the headset on the chair next to hers and turned the volume up. "Atlanta?" barked Root. "Why Atlanta?"
"Because it has the biggest airport," Artemis explained. "Therefore it is an ideal place for losing oneself among the crowds."
"But Koboi isn't in this Atlanta place," Root snapped.
"Unlike you, Commander," Holly said, a sarcastic note of respect in her voice as she jumped to Artemis's defense, "we don't have access to Foaly's computers twenty-four seven. So excuse us if we aren't landing exactly where you want us to be."
"Where is she?" Artemis asked, recognizing the telltale signs of his hormones making his stomach jump. Holly jumping to his defense was making it squirm in sort of a nice, warm way. But he was ignoring it. Ignoring it.
"Somewhere in…Alabama," Foaly answered. "Fowl, you wouldn't by any chance have your laptop, would you?"
"Of course I have my laptop," Artemis said, reaching into the luggage carrier above Holly's head and pulling it out. He opened it and clicked on it to make it connect to the Internet. "Next?"
There was a clacking of keys. "Check your email," the centaur instructed. Artemis obeyed and found himself looking at a map of…Alabama.
"As you can tell by the blinking light," Foaly's narrative began, "Koboi is in the northern part of the state, right outside of some sort of city called…Huntsville. Butler, too, is right outside of this city, so I believe we can assume that Juliet is with him."
"How can we assume that?" Holly asked.
"Koboi would want all of her victims together," Root cut in.
"Right," Artemis said. "Does this Huntsville have an airport?"
"Right on," Foaly said. "Just correct your course and you're there. It's not even an hour more on your flight time."
They arrived in Huntsville on the very edge of the city, disembarking from the plane and looking around carefully. "All right," Foaly said. "Um…you're a bit to the northwest. You need to be…south of here."
"I thought you said they were in the north," Holly protested. Due to the time change, it was only about seven, so the sun was only just setting. The air was still as they left the airport.
"Yes, well, this is north Alabama," Foaly said. "But they're at the southern end of Huntsville."
"And how, pray tell, are we supposed to get there? It's not like I can go underground and explain Artemis away when I still look Mud Maid."
Artemis smirked slightly at her anger. It had been nearly twenty-four hours and Holly was still at her human height.
"And I don't think these wings are going to last us that long," Holly said, "besides all the interference from the planes. We're too heavy."
There was a long pause while Root and Foaly's voices became barely audible. Holly sniffed the air. "It's hot," she complained.
"I'd say overly humid," Artemis replied absent-mindedly, still absorbing his surroundings. They were right outside the private hangers. The regular jets were farther away. One flew overhead. He followed it, and his eyes landed on the parking lot. It was gargantuan, as far as he could see. Suddenly he felt like smacking himself, or he would have if he ever felt like doing something clichéd. Which he did, occasionally.
"Stay here," he told Holly, starting towards the parking lot.
That got Root and Foaly's attention. "Just where do you think you're going, Fowl?" Root yelled.
"We're at an airport," he explained patiently. "Obviously, most people cannot bring their cars along with them on an airport. Therefore, there is a rental car establishment nearby. I plan upon renting a car, bringing it back here, and then driving to our destination."
"I'll drive," Holly said sharply.
"Oh, yes, that's an idea," Artemis said sarcastically. "I can clearly remember the last time you drove a car. Are you out to have us arrested?"
"Time was pressing then, as it is now," she snapped back. "And I can drive the speed limit, when the situation calls for it."
Suppressing a sigh (and the thought that Holly looked cute when she was angry), he replied curtly, "I'll be back," then walked off.
Holly gaped at Artemis's retreating form. "Wait!" she said, running after him, putting her headset back on with fumbling fingers. "I am not letting you walk off without me."
He stopped and waited for her. "Concerned, Captain?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Foaly snickered in her ear. "Yes," she said, hoping she hadn't gone red. "The last thing we want is one of us being carted off by Opal while the other one isn't around."
He stared at her, only a moment longer, then shrugged. "Very well." He turned around and kept walking. Holly trailed behind him.
"Yeah, Holly," Foaly said quietly in her ear. "I'm wrong. Keep telling yourself that."
Luckily, her throat mike could pick up the barest whisper, so she didn't have to alert Artemis to her conversation. "Is Root gone?"
"Yes."
"Good. Does he look like he thinks anything about me?"
"He's an adolescent," Foaly argued. "Obviously he has a wave of hormones going on. And let's face it, you're not homely yourself. And his pragmatic side will find you most compatible with his needs. He's going to be attracted to you."
"Fine," she muttered. "That doesn't mean much. He'll just—"
"What does it mean to you?" Foaly asked suddenly.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Holly demanded quietly, although she felt a blush creeping up her neck.
The centaur snorted. "Don't think I don't remember how emotional you were at the mind wipe. What was it? 'We could have been friends'?"
"He's not a bad person," Holly said. "Now that he's got his memories back, he'll remember what it's like to be decent. And his parents are nice people, and there's always the Butlers."
"He's still a criminal."
"Criminals can be changed."
"I can't believe this," Foaly said. "I don't want to."
"Believe what?"
He sighed into her ear. "I think I'm going to get Root to pull you from this mission."
"Why?" she yelped.
"Why what?" Artemis asked, glancing at her over his shoulder. Her eyes snagged his for a moment, their blue depths ensnaring her again. Hastily she looked at the ground.
"Nothing," she muttered, still not looking at him.
"You see?" Foaly said into her ear. "You can't look him in the face. You're nervous. You're—you like him, Holly."
"No I don't," she said finally. "Just because I think we can be friends doesn't mean I'm madly in love with him, Foaly. After all, he is a Mud Boy first and foremost."
"There's my girl," he said affectionately. "Don't worry me like that again."
He was quiet after that, and as Artemis didn't offer any communication, the walk to the rental car place was filled with the strange screeching of cicadas. Holly breathed in, and although the air was full of airplane and car exhaust, there was still a sweet freshness she just couldn't get below ground.
After at least half an hour, they arrived at the main airport. Holly snagged an invitation by mesmerizing a guard. They followed the signs from there until they arrived at the rental car desk. The man eyed Artemis.
"Aren't you a little young to be driving?"
"I'm the driver," Holly said quickly, ignoring his swift, angry glance. "And we need a car. Something fast."
The man consulted his list. "Well…we were just donated a new BMW Z-3…"
"That's fine," the teenager said quickly.
"Right," the man said. "Now…do you have thirty thousand dollars?"
"I do," Artemis said calmly, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a wallet, inside which was a debit card for his Swiss account, if Holly could read it right. The rental car salesman accepted it incredulously and swiped it.
"You clear," he said. "Are you Artemis Fowl?"
"The Second," he answered.
The man, still looking slightly unbelieving, reached under the desk and handed over a single key on a key ring. "She's all yours. Right out that way, please," he added, pointing.
Holly thanked him hurriedly and dashed after Artemis, who had immediately started back outside for the car.
"Which was is it?"
He stood and looked around, then nodded towards a pretty little blue convertible. Holly walked over to it and ran a hand over its hood. "Are you seeing this, Foaly?"
"You bet," the centaur said, his voice full of awe. "Isn't she a beauty? Not much of a technological beauty, but boy, is she pretty."
"Yes, yes, it's a very nice car," Artemis said impatiently. "Are you getting in or not?"
Holly graced him with a polite smile. "Ah, Mr. Fowl, you seem to be misguided. You're sitting in the driver's seat."
"No, I'm not," he said firmly. "I still remember the catastrophe you called the trip back to the manor."
"But you're underage," she said smugly.
Artemis sighed. "If we are pulled over, age will not matter. Neither of us have any sort of driver's license."
Holly smiled evilly. "You might not, Mud Boy. But I do." She reached into her purse, which camouflaged her LEP equipment, and withdrew a completely fake Irish driver's license. "Now move over."
Highway 231, Alabama
"What were you so worried about?" Holly asked Artemis as she weaved in and out of nonexistent cars. Amazingly enough, at one o'clock in the morning, there was very little traffic on the highway. Artemis reigned in a sigh and glanced over at the speedometer.
"I'm quite sure that speed limit sign said fifty, not eighty," he said, tugging on his seatbelt.
"What, are you scared, Fowl?" Holly asked, pushing the speed up a little faster.
"Yes," he said unabashedly. "I have no desire in ending up in a ditch somewhere, barely recognizable. Besides the trauma my mother and father would go through."
"Oh, come on," she said teasingly. "I can control flying craft at speeds much fast than this."
"Yes, but there's less interaction up there," he managed.
She snorted and stopped suddenly. He knew she was listening to Foaly and shook his head slightly, seeing her mouth move slightly. He looked out and saw a golf course. Completely empty, of course. It was only there for a moment though, and then they were going up another overpass and—suddenly he saw something in the mirror.
"Holly," he said, watching the car behind them with a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"What?" she snapped. Foaly must have said something.
"Look behind you."
Those passé words served their purpose, and Artemis had the slightest satisfaction from seeing Holly go pale. "We can outrun him."
A siren blared. "No, we can't," he said. "If I remember correctly, it's illegal to ignore the sirens. He's telling you to slow down and pull over."
"D'Arvit," Holly muttered, slamming on the brake and jerking Artemis against his seatbelt. He thought he saw a small smile on her face as she pulled over to the side repair lane.
The police car soon caught up to them and stopped behind them. The officer, a youngish man of about thirty-five, stood over Holly.
"Yes, Officer?" she said sweetly.
"Are you aware, Miss," the officer said, not unkindly, "that you were going approximately thirty miles an hour over the speed limit?"
"Was I?" she said, sounding worried. "Oh, dear, I'm afraid I was concentrating on the road. I guess I didn't notice. I'm sorry."
Artemis wanted to slap her. "Yes, well, I'm still going to have to write you a ticket," the man said. "You were going far too fast for just a warning. Now, if I could just see your license?"
"Oh, of course," she simpered, pulling it out of her purse and handing it to him.
"Ireland, eh?" he said, checking her against the picture. "You don't sound Irish."
"I can," she lilted. "But I've been in the States for a while."
"Since 1986?" he asked.
She blinked. "Yes! How did you—"
The officer turned the card so she and Artemis could see it. His stomach sank again. "Well, this card was issued in December of 1985," he said. "And it expired in 1989."
Holly went pale. "Um—I didn't—um—realize," she said lamely.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to take both of you in," the officer said. "You're going to be on trial, Miss, but you can go after I check you," he told Artemis. "Now, if you would both follow me?"
"But the car!" Holly wailed. "We rented it from the airport!"
"Then, if you'll just hand me the key, I'll have the airport come pick it up."
She sighed and opened the car door. Artemis got out on his side and followed the officer as he opened the back door. "In you go."
"This is all your fault, I hope you know," he hissed, sitting next to her on the ride there. "The speed limit was clearly posted."
"Shut up," she hissed back. "Don't you have a plan?"
"The plan did not involve us getting arrested!" he whispered furiously. "Once they do a background check they'll hold me until Interpol shows up! As for you, you'll be tried and put in jail!"
He was angry, but much more than he should have been. The emotion magnified itself without him trying. "I cannot BELIEVE you!"
"It's not like I was trying to get arrested," she shot back. "I was just trying to hurry. Who knows what they've done to Butler!"
He tried to find the words. "They can do much more while we're stuck in jail! Honestly! Where did your brains go?"
Where did your brains go? Artemis was instantly offended by his mind's choice of words. He could do so much better than that.
"Look, Fowl," she said in a harsh voice that trembled, "you can shut up. I messed up, okay? It happens."
He looked at her was almost surprised hurt in her bright eyes, while her lower lip trembled. His anger melted away and was replaced by shame, which made him equally ineloquent.
"Look—Holly," he said softly. "I—I'm sorry. I just—I—"
Where had the vocabulary gone? It seemed to have spent the last few days playing hide-and-go-seek, and had disappeared again. But she looked back at him, and his whole ability to speak evaporated. His emotions had taken hold again, and he would have been irritated, had not his entire brain suddenly become occupied with the sparkle of tears in Holly's eyes. They didn't fall, however; instead they made her eyes glisten whilst she tilted her head, considering him.
"You know," she murmured, still studying him, "I think Foaly's right about you."
But what exactly Foaly was right about, Artemis didn't find out, for at that moment they stopped at the police station and were herded out. Holly was immediately taken to a cell, while Artemis gave the officer his name (his real name, seeing as there was no point in lying). The man ran a scan and gave a little snort, then looked back up at him.
"Fifteen? Irish?"
"Yes," he said calmly.
"Well, well, Fowl," he said, still looking surprised. "It seems that some buddies of mine up in Washington would very much like to speak with you. I'll put you with that girl until they get here."
He was taken by another officer to a holding cell that was empty. He looked around. "Holly?"
"I'm out here," came a hiss. He went up to the bars and felt a touch on his arm. "I'm going to try and get us out of here. I—"
There was a thump and Holly reappeared for a few seconds on the ground, obviously unconscious. Then something covered her and she disappeared again.
"Camouflage foil," came a syrupy voice near his ear. He jerked as, for a brief second, the smiling face of Opal Koboi appeared outside the cell. "Don't worry, Fowl," she continued, disappearing again. "I'll be back for you. But Holly was so much easier." Another giggle, and then it went silent. Artemis stared at the spot where Opal's face had appeared, his brain refusing to process what had happened. But it had. Holly was gone, leaving him, for the first time in his life, truly all alone.
A/N II: I know, I know, you're sick of me talking, but I thought I'd warn you. I've got a ton of school work coming up, and the only reason I got these three chapters up so quickly is because I already had them written. I want to stay a couple of chapters ahead of where I'm posting, so it may be about a week before there's an update. And, for all of you who ask, here's a review song:
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