A/N: And we're back. See? I told it wasn't the end. It would have been a really crappy ending, huh? Plus there's only 3 chapters, and two of them are super short. Anyway, this chapter, unfortunately, Adriana returns. I wanted to keep her out for a few more chapters. But, like it or not, she plays an important part in this fic. But I hope this one answers a few questions. Enjoy!

An-angel-in-hell: I understand. Thank you. I didn't really expect it to be good either. : )

bookworm71605: Well, that is a very interesting question. You see, after Arty and Holly were very sure they loved each other very mush, they decided that kissing and hugging wasn't enough. And neither of them was Christian, so they decided it was time to take their relationship further. Do you get where I'm going with this? I hope you do, because I'm not continuing.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm broke. I don't even own the computer I'm typing this from. All I own is the plot and Adriana, who is very annoying to have inside your brain. Anyway, everything else is owned by Eoin Colfer. Also, I think the plot partly belongs to the creators of Star Wars, because one of my reviewers was reminded of the third episode. Anyway, I own Adriana and part of the plot…that's really sad.

Fowl Manner, 12:34, One week later

Artemis and Adriana sat together in the study. Though 'together' wasn't exactly the right word for it. They were sitting on opposite sides of the room. Adriana was deeply immersed in a Spanish magazine, and Artemis was staring at a computer screen. There must be some way to stop the wedding, he reasoned. Some sort of loophole. Something. Anything. He would have preferred to be alone, and not have to listen to Adriana turning a page noisily every few minutes. But after an entire week of ignoring the two ignoring each other, Mr. and Mrs. Fowl had shut them in the study, saying they should spent some quality time together.

He rolled his eyes. How could they expect him to have anything in common with that girl? She was spoiled and agitating. The fact that their families were rich was just about the only thing they had in common. He frowned at the screen. The sooner he found away out of this the better. He was sick and tired of…

"What are you doing?" Asked a voice behind him, breaking his train of thought. A voice with a very strong Spanish accent. He gritted his teeth, and reached to turn of the monitor.

A hand grabbed his wrist, pulling it away. Adriana sat down on the chair next to him and examined the screen. "There is not use." She said shortly as he twisted his hand free.

"You mean there is 'no' use. If you're going to speak like that, just speak in Spanish."

She ignored him. "I have already tried. There is no law against arranged marriage."

He didn't look at her. "Would you mind? I'm trying to concentrate and it is very hard when you are spouting nonsense at my shoulder."

"Nonsense? I speak truth. You are the one who is nonsense. I go back to Puerto Rico and bring here gun. Then you may shoot yourself. We both be happy then, yes?"

He turned on her. "I highly doubt committing suicide would help the matter."

She smiled. "Sí. It will help much. I be widow, you be death. Everyone happy."

"I'd be dead, not death." He corrected her. "And I'd like to stay alive and an unmarried man."

"Ah, what is so bad about married?" She asked. "You kneel in front of alter, say vows, and kiss. Then all we have to do is produce uno boy for heir, and…"

He jumped backwards, accidentally toppling of his chair. After he had picked himself and the chair up, he said "Where did you get that idea?"

"¿Qué?"

"That whole heir thing. Where did you come up with it?"

She giggled. "My mama and papa, your mama and papa."

He rolled his eyes again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "Well, I'm trying to stop it. So just go away so I can…"

She interrupted him. "Why is it so important to find a law? Simply tell them no."

He ignored her, turning back to the computer. A year ago he would have told them he would never marry her. That if they made him marry her, he'd run away. But now, he couldn't. Through Holly's guidance, he had become very close to his parents. He respected them more then ever now, and for some reason, he couldn't defy them. If there wasn't a loophole somewhere…

"Why do you no wish for arranged marriage?" She asked thoughtfully.

He sighed, and looked back at her again. "I don't wish for an arranged marriage because…" His voice trailed off. Why should he answer her? He didn't have to tell…

"You are already in love, Sí?"

His eyes snapped up to hers. "How did you…"

She giggled. "I see you in garden, with girl. Last week. She is lover, Sí?"

He looked away from her, nodding feebly. Then a horrible thought came to him. "You're not going to tell my parents, are you?"

She laughed as if he were insane. "You joke? Of course I tell them!" She stood up and started towards the door.

He stood as well. "If you tell…Then I'll tell them that you can speak English."

She looked back at him and shrugged. "So? I would tell them soon myself."

He thought quickly. He had to threaten her with something. His parents couldn't find out about Holly. Especially not now. Not after last week. But what to threaten her with? Then it came to him. "Then I'll make sure you don't go back to Puerto Rico. Ever."

She whipped around, her eyes filled with the deepest loathing. "You cannot. You will not."

He raised his eyebrows. "Of course I can. I'll just tell them that you can't go back. That I would miss you too much. And that there is too much to plan before the wedding."

The girl immediately went into a rage, speaking Spanish at top speed. "¡Usted pequeño palo de golf molesto! ¡Biselo creo que tengo que casarle! ¿Por qué el couldnt del infierno apenas caso a algún muchacho rico agradable de mi propio país? El minuto que somos casado yo pasará la mayoría de mi tiempo fuera de la casa, ¿usted me oye? ¡Esto es increíble!"

Artemis waited for it to subside, a slight smile on his pale face.

Finally, Adriana stopped. She was glaring at Artemis. "Fine. I go back to Puerto Rico for visit, and I no tell. Sí?"

Artemis stifled a sigh of relief. "Sí. Yes." He sat down and went back to his computer. Now he would have to find a loophole. Or else he'd be miserable for the rest of his life.

A/N: Mwuahaha! How'd you like it? I hope this chapter answered a few questions. I added that last Spanish fit because I thought Adriana was speaking a bit too much English. And incase you were gonna ask, Adriana only speaks Spanish when Mr. and Mrs. Fowl are around. Otherwise she can speak English to an extent. I'm grounded at the moment for getting a D in one class at school, so it's hard to get on. I'll try and update soon though. Review please!