Hello loverly readers. The wireless mouse is probably dying and being a fart-nugget. Thus, I blame all typos on it. Thank you. Oh and, FOURTY! (reviews) The 4th Artemis Fowl book is out, but my mom won't take me to the bookstore. Yah! I doth solemnly swear Jessica is not and will not become a Mary-Sue.

Disclaimer: I own every thing. I own the world! MUAHAHAHA! is dragged away by copyright lawyers and people in white coats Crud.

Jessica surveyed the beautiful fields in silence. Her eyes were eventually drawn to a large oak tree in the middle and the little sproutlings and smaller trees around it. She noticed that Artemis was staring at the tree and the ditch behind it, as if trying to remember something. Jessica suddenly had the urge to do contribute something. She walked over and took an acorn off the tree, then buried it in the soft dirt a ways away. A blue spark flitted across her line of vision. 'Much too much static electricity in this idiot sweater,' she thought. Artemis's eyes snapped back into focus.

"I almost had it..." he murmured.

Jessica turned to him. "What?"

"Just trying to remember something…" he replied, as close to absentmindedly as a fourteen year old genius gets.


Foaly tinkered with something, listening to songs he stole from Jessica's ipod. Too easy really. Foaly chuckled as he plotted to have Good Charlotte blare out of the speakers of several of Julius's electronical devices. He also decided to make a Foalypod. Maybe if he gave it to Grub he'd be so busy listening to his kiddie songs he wouldn't annoy everyone. A good idea, after all, if anyone was going to annoy here, it was going to be Foaly.


Holly leaned back in her chair with a cup of coffee. Root was off in a meeting somewhere, Foaly was doing something genius like, and who knows what Trouble was doing. Holly had the day completely to herself. And she was being bored out of her mind.


Artemis had his eyes closed the whole ride home. He continued to trace circles in his head. That spark of electrons meant something, but what could it mean? Artemis could never again suspect the fairies on his own because he was too old. Like every child learns that they must grow-up around two (except, of course, the fabled one) the belief in magic almost always ebbs away in your teen years. I'm not saying there aren't hold-outs, but Artemis was a practical and precocious child. It was inevitable that he stopped believing. (No, contrary to popular belief, no fairies are harmed.)


Jessica hummed to herself, oblivious. She had no idea that they were contemplating something, she just though Artemis didn't feel like talking. Which isn't unusual. And Butler was a bodyguard, silent and deadly. Jessica went up to her room as soon as she could to call someone. She needed to talk to someone before she exploded.


In Haven, Root could almost feel the lull before the storm. He shook his head. It was just today. Turnball's birthday was never a good time. It still stung, decades later. Brothers should fight on the same side. Even Root's face had lost its ruby hue. He sighed. No day lasts forever.

Sigh, this chappie isn't too short. This and the next chappie are my reverse March chappies. In like a lamb, out like a lion.:) Several lions actually. Large, winged lions of destruction. Hinthint

Aldrea: COOKIES! snarf oh, were was I… I'm glad you like me. I will strive to make my chappies as long as they can be.

boogalaga: Thank-you. I never go over the top. is smote by the Fanfiction-powers-that-be ow, ok, maybe a little….

silverfingers: o' course he's seen Tara. Isn't that where he kidnapped Holly? Fine then, soldier sense. Just be glad I didn't call it spidy sense… Oh yea, my floor is plasma.

Morrwen: Yes, we know. Join us, don't be scared. Tehehehe. :P

LaBOBuren: No, I had my chainsaw shot. I'm immune. Lordy, you should see me when I'm UTIOC (under the influence of cough-drops). :)

lilacpurple: Haven't played Resident Evil. Would scare the living crapola outta me.  You are my fortieth reviewer. Here's you invisible banana as reward.