Title: St Bartleby's School For Young Gentlemen
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl... although I wish I did...
Summery: This is my first Arty story so, be kind ppl! We've ALL seen Artemis doing what he does best! Being a brilliant criminal master mind :) But, have you ever wondered what his SCHOOL life is like? RR!
Author's Note: Hi! Well, thank you to everyone who reviewed! Now, yes a few of you pointed out that my grammar and spelling isn't very good :) yeah I know... Lay off please. (grumble)
Well, I see that my last chapter got you all wondering who our darling blue eyed Arty will go out with? Well.. to tell the truth, I didn't mean for that to happen... (Grins sheepishly) But seeing as though you all want Artemis to get with someone, HE WILL but who that lucky person is? I'm not gonna tell! HA HA! It might be Holly, it might be Juliet? Or... someone else...
No wait... I've changed my mind, no one likes OC's... (Own Character's) So I'll do a vote! Who do YOU (Point's to reader's) Want Artemis to ah... lust after? Or fall for, either is fine :) If you want it TOO be slash tell me and I will do it, personally, I prefer slash but I have to give you reader's what you want!
SHOUT-OUTS
cocoaducks: Lol, no this is not going to be a Holly and Arty :) sorry and I'd giggle too much while writing :) thanks for reviewing! She might be in it, but not as Arty's lover, well... I wrote that a while ago... so I dun know? I might change my mind...
cybergurl: Yeah, sorry about my grammer... it and spelling aren't me strong point's sad to say! Thanks for reviewing!
Marfbag: Thank you! Glad you like it!
sasha caveateo: Well thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
ameliana: Yeah my spelling does stink :) BUT it would be even worse if I didn't have the spell check, but a few word's is fine, thanks for telling me :) I hope you enjoy this fic
TrunkZy: Yeah I thought it would've been done :) but no matter! Thank You for telling me how long it would take for Artemis to get to school and lets just say he takes the train, more fun then a bus or something... and no there isn't going to be any SLASH... as much as I love the stuff, but you know, I might put in some romance or something... but I dun know, thanks for reviewing!
Artemis: Yeah :) But I used to take the train to my school, well... and the bus, all depended on my mood, but yes... let's pretend that he couldn't get a ride! I am so glad you like my story! Thanks for reviewing!
Sacai fighter: (blushes) You're too sweet :D! (hugs) That was a very nice thing to say! You've made me so happy! (Hands over a Butler plushie) There you go!
Chapter 2: On the train
The ride to the train station was quiet yet pleasant.
Angeline spent the entire time watching her son, while Artemis passed the time by gazing out the window.
Mrs Fowl smiled. Judging from the look on the boys face, Artemis was deep in thought.
That in itself wasn't uncommon, for the youngest Fowl was almost always deep in thought, but what about was an entirely different matter altogether.
Artemis' mind worked in such complex patterns that unless you reached his level of intelligence, it would be wise to just let him think.
But being his mother, Angeline knew her son would tone down his vocabulary, so she could understand what he was talking about.
So she decided to ask him. After all, it might be important, he might even be thinking over what they had talked about when they left Fowl Manor.
"Artemis, darling, what are you thinking about?"
The child genius turned his deep-blue orbs to his mother.
"Nothing, Mother" he said, his voice dull.
Angeline was about to argue when the car came to a sudden halt.
The dark haired woman growled softly; she would have to do something about that chauffeur; he was far too reckless.
The said chauffeur stepped out of the car and opened the door on Angeline's side.
Artemis climbed out the other side and watched as the man stared at his mother's breast, a lustful gleam in his eyes.
The young genius walked over to help his mother out of the car,
"Go and get my bags" he snapped, pointing to the boot as the chauffeur went to assist Mrs Fowl as she climbed out of the limo.
The man, who Artemis guessed would be in his late thirties, early forties, glared at him.
Was he going to let some prissy little kid boss him around!
Artemis' eyes grew dark, his young face pulling an expression that would make even the toughest soldier run crying to their mummy.
"I said, go and get my bags"
The chauffeur scurried off to the back of the car. Yes, yes he was.
Mrs Fowl smiled softly; her son was so much like his father. Even if that tended to be a bad thing, she couldn't but like the similarity.
Artemis
ran a hand through his dark hair as he followed his mother to
platform 13
(AN: I was going write Platform 9 3/4... lol force of
habit...) where the train was waiting.
Truth be told, he wasn't looking forward to yet another school year, and it wasn't only because he wasn't allowed to do crime anymore, although that was one of the main reasons. It was because he hated those hormonally challenged dim wits that went to his school.
It was impossible to hold an intelligent conversation with any of them, all they cared about where cars and girls.
And Artemis didn't.
He never went near the other boys, and they never went near him.
And that was just the way he liked it.
Artemis kissed his teary-eyed mother goodbye and bordered the royal blue train. Every single compartment was full with laughing boys. Artemis went right to the back of the train and sat down in the only empty compartment he could find.
And hopefully, it would stay empty.
No such luck.
Four boys suddenly threw open the compartment door and sat themselves down, totally ignoring the genius as he settled his fury-filled eyes on them.
Artemis had a reputation at his school. The Ice Prince he was called, among other things, and the students made sure to distance themselves from the Fowl boy. To be frank, Artemis scared them, what with his "come near me and I'll have you poisoned" attitude. But these boys seemed to be new students, and hadn't yet met the wrath of Artemis Fowl the Second and his comfort zone.
"Do you mind", Artemis drawled.
The boys looked at him. For first years they where very tall, but then again, Artemis himself wasn't very big. And these guys towered over him, but that didn't stop the genius from making sure these dim wits knew who he was.
"Ah... no" said a blond boy.
Artemis frowned.
"You're new here so I'm going to fill you in on some things. One: My name is Artemis Fowl the Second, learn that name. Two: I don't like sharing a compartment, and Three: It would be best if you left and found somewhere else to sit" He said all this very politely.
The boys looked at each other, then started laughing.
"Listen, little guy, we can sit wherever we want, and if you keep talking to us, we'll just have to fuck you up", the boy sitting next to Artemis said, his voice dripping with a tone of an oversized ego.
The genius' face darkened considerably.
"If you don't get out of this compartment, I will personally see to it that your dicks are ripped off and nailed to your foreheads", he answered in a voice as cold as ice.
The boys stopped laughing and stared at Artemis in mild shock.
"I have done it before and I am not afraid to do it again", the genius said, pointing to the door with a slender finger.
Realizing that he was serious, the boys jumped up and ran from the room.
Artemis smiled to himself and then opened his lap top, knowing he would have a nice quiet trip to school.
There we go, short yes... but there is only so much you write about someone on a train... so! The big question is: should Arty be set up with anyone? I'll take a vote!
