Still don't own Artemis Fowl, still wish I did, still don't want any flames, yadda yadda yadda...

Also, I don't own the songs Broken or All The Things She Said so get off my case (Just kidding, I love you guys!)

Holly was sitting in a place she hadn't been in eight long years. The shuttle that would drop her off at Tara. She had been avoiding that shuttle for years. That one and the Russian one. She couldn't handle the memories it brought back.

But today was different. Today things seemed to be looking up. She shifted in her seat and picked up a CD player she had confiscated from a pile of Goblin loot. She put the two headphones over each ear and leaned back to try and relax. Suddenly she could feel something vibrating in her pocket. It was Foaly's newest communicator, she got to be the first to try it out.

"Damn it Foaly," she whispered. "Can't you ever do anything on your own?"

Holly flipped open the tiny device and took a deep breath before answering. "What now?"

"I thought you would like to know that Root didn't need any help with his computer." Foaly said angrily. Holly snickered slightly but caught herself. "And I know what you're up to."

Holly's eyes widened. "How could you possibly know what I am up to?"

"That us list the reasons," Holly could hear him slam down a stack of paper. "One, you aren't on a mission or I would've known about it. Two, you don't need to complete the Ritual, you did that last week. And three, you left the video on my screen."

Holly's mouth gaped open. She didn't know what she could do now. She finally took a breath and made a very adult decision. She would lie. "I was just making sure I wouldn't run into him. I'm redoing the Ritual so I don't have to in the middle of my next mission."

She could hear a rush of static in the back as Foaly tried to decide if he would believe her story. Holly pinched her eyes closed and tried to search her mind for another way to help convince him. "Don't worry Foaly," she said, trying to sound convincing. "If I see the Fowl kid I'll give him a punch across the chops for ya'."

Holly could hear a disgruntled sigh coming from the other side of the phone. Foaly hated clichés. That was why she insisted on doing them.

"Fine Holly. I'll trust you, but only because you're my friend." Foaly said. Holly breathed a sigh of relief. That was when Foaly decided to add something. "And don't worry, I won't tell Root."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Holly said as she cut off the connection. She slipped the headphones back on and flipped through the songs. Finally she found one of her favorites.

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain


Artemis was laying on the floor of his bedroom, he usually didn't do something like that but today was different. Something had happened to him over the years, memories were coming back and they weren't memories he wanted back. They were ones that hurt to think of. He had been having strange dreams lately of a short, beautiful red-haired girl. He could remember everything about her, he just couldn't remember her name.

He reached over to his stereo's remote. He had never been one to listen to music before, but now it was all he did. He had grown rather attached to Russian techno after his 21st birthday. The song spoke to him.

And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want her so much
Wanna fly her away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face, wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare - don't worry me
Cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head

He could see images in her mind of the red-haired girl. He was perfectly aware of what the original lyrics were written about, but he could still see it as his feelings for her. Somehow he had gone from the criminal mastermind of the world to a romantic moron in only eight years. It was all just so confusing.

Artemis could hear his bedroom door being opened and he shot off the floor. Juliet Butler was standing there. Over the years the girl had become extremely pretty. She had cascading blonde hair and a very fine build. She had a smile on her face that said both "I'll be your friend but that doesn't mean I won't kick your ass." Artemis had a deep respect for the girl, but that didn't stop him from being angry with her.

"JULIET!" He screamed. "How many times do I have to tell you to knock first."

"Sorry," she whispered. "Forgot."

Juliet made her way slowly into the room. She had to step carefully as to not break any of the loose items that littered the floor. She was almost ashamed of how his room looked. It was once so organized. Years ago he used to hate anything that even slightly resembled a mess.

"I heard you playing your CD again, I figured that meant you were depressed." Juliet said softly. Artemis groaned. She was going to try and cheer him up again. "Come on Arty," Artemis flinched. He hated that pet name. "You're the legal drinking age now! Have some fun."

"Juliet," he said, trying to sound polite. "I may be clinically depressed right now, but I still won't stoop so low as to drink."

Judging by the look Juliet gave him he realized this was not a good thing to have said.

"Maybe some other time." He covered. Juliet gave him a disbelieving look. She shook her head and began walking to the door.

"Don't worry, Arty, she's out there somewhere." Juliet closed the door and left a dumbfounded Artemis behind. His mouth had dropped almost to the floor.

Juliet leaned against the wall outside of his room. She could remember everything about Artemis's dream girl. She just wasn't sure if he was ready to remember it.

(Read and Review, chapter 4 will be up as soon as I can get it up.)