Author's Note: So this is the wedding scene! Sorry for the long update, but the sixth Harry Potter book came out the 16th, and I had to read it. I have this huge long rant about how angry I was about the ending. So mad Harry broke up with Ginny and Malfoy didn't take Dumbledore's offer! Chapter dedicated to Agivega.

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Holly, after eating breakfast and doing much thinking, left with the nurse at two thirty, wondering about this meeting. She racked her brain to see if Artemis had mentioned anything to do with a church. He had mentioned acting to be in love, suicide, and something else that she couldn't remember. This thing that she couldn't recall was probably what was about to happen, though, and she tried and tried to remember. She usually had a good memory, and this forgetfulness was so frustrating!

The nurse was ahead of her, Holly mindlessly following. She walked through cobblestone streets, crossed fourteenth century crosswalks as carriages pulled people around and single riders rode their horses. She remembered how they had kissed, not for real, just in acting; and how they had stuck to this "plot" that Artemis had never cease to mention.

Holly felt a drop of water hit her cheek. Glancing at the sky, she saw an eerie grayness dropping down rain drops. It was raining! Holly was happy about that, she loved the rain and she was in a spinning dress! First checking to see the only one around was the nurse, Holly spun around, grinning. But this whole "dancing in the rain" could not shake her grey mood.

The cross was over Holly's head, and the Nurse said her good byes and kissed Holly on the cheek. She was then pushed into the church, the Nurse following behind.

Artemis tapped his foot impatiently. It was three fifteen, and it was raining. Where was Holly? She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. He was here, alone, and bored.

The large wooden church doors opened, and a girl in blue walked in. It took Artemis a good thirty seconds before he realized it was Holly. To Artemis, the only way to describe her was beautiful, or maybe stunning. Her hair was arranged around her face, and it was obvious Holly didn't like how she looked. Holly may not have liked it, but Artemis did. He would never admit it though. It had gotten to the point where he liked her better as a human. He would never see her as a makeup and dress wearing elf.

Holly stepped up to Artemis. "What are we doing?" she hissed.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"No!"

"Well, Holly, we're getting married."

"What?" Holly, trying to suppress a scream and a punch at the same time, turned almost as red as Root, which was quite a feat since her skin was pale.

"That's why we're here."

"Do we have to?" She couldn't marry Artemis Fowl, she had her life ahead of her! Would this still count in 2003? She would never marry a Mud Man, even though she right now was one. She was still a fairy at heart, and always would be.

"Yes, Holly, we have to."

Holly sighed. This was a nightmare, much worse than that dream she had that morning. "Why?"

"It's important to the plot of the play," Artemis replied exasperatedly.

Holly glanced around, checking once again to make sure the area was deserted as her face reddened. "News flash, Artemis, this isn't a play! It's reality! And while you may think that this is gonna affect history, the play'll stay the same. So screw the goddamn plot, and let's just try to get out of here! I'm tired of wearing dresses, I'm sick of makeup, and I hate having to act like this! You may find this educational, but guess what, I'm out of school, and I don't care about some play that was written five hundred years ago, or, in this case, one hundred years in the future!"

Holly's face was unnaturally red, too much like Root's. Artemis shuddered. He had to make her less mad before he pointed out several things, even if it meant admitting something he never would before. "Well, Holly, just to let you know, you actually, ah, look, really, um, good in that dress and with your hair like that." Artemis blushed.

She softened. "Really? Thanks?"

"Welcome. And for your information-"

"Oh, joy."

"And for your information, the play is based on a legend. Shakespeare didn't come up with it himself."

"And what exactly would the impact be if the legend didn't happen?"

"Ah, well, Shakespeare wouldn't be as famous, two movies wouldn't have been made, and, um…" For the fourth time in his life Artemis was at a loss for words.

"So there is no impact."

"There is too."

"Ahem," a man's voice, unfamiliar to Holly, greeted.

"Yes?" Artemis asked.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Friar Lawrence," Artemis replied.

"Um, well…" Holly said. Her mind was in turmoil. Never of her own free will would she ever marry Artemis Fowl, kiss Artemis Fowl, or just go back in time with Artemis Fowl. But here she was, about to do all three. "I suppose."

The friar straightened his back, and took Artemis to the altar. They conversed for a minute or two, then the Friar gestured to Holly. Holly had never felt so nervous in her life. In school, she never felt nervous about her classes, she was smart enough to get through honors classes without studying. In the LEP Academy, she was in her element, and no nervous feeling had shaken it once she realized that was what she was born to do, help the fairies. In the LEP, on various missions, she had felt fear occasionally, but she always persisted. During each incident with Fowl, she hadn't felt nervous. Fear, hesitation, rarely nervousness. Yet here, her stomach grumbled, she felt faint. But she knew she had to do it. Shaking her head, she finally walked up the aisle.

The steps she took felt like steps to death, steps to something irreversible and she couldn't do anything about it. She had hoped to get married one day, but she wanted to feel love for the fairy she married, the kind of love you dream to receive and feel. And the only thing Holly loved about Artemis was their friendship, and maybe, maybe his eyes.

Holly went up the stairs, finding herself on the altar with Artemis. This is quite the wedding, Holly thought, trying to relieve some nervous feelings, no best man, no bridesmaids or maid of honor, no groomsman, no ring boy, flower girl, hell, not even an audience. This must be what an eloping is like, except usually the people eloping actually love each other. This feels like an arranged marriage, and it is, arranged by Artemis. One didn't want it, that was for sure, but did Artemis?

She looked at Artemis, and he looked at her. And then the priest starting saying those fateful words. Fragments stood out in Holly's mind, the rest blurred. "In sickness and in health," he said. "Speak now or forever hold your peace he said. I object!

"Do you take Juliet Capulet to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest asked.

Holly glanced at Artemis instead of the lush carpet she had been staring at for several minutes. He was extremely pale. But he did say "I do."

The friar turned to Holly. "Do you take Romeo Montague to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I, I do," Holly stuttered.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Holly freaked out, knowing what was next. The kiss. This was it. She, Holly Short, was married to Artemis Fowl the Second. Artemis approached her, and she closed her eyes. They had to prove they were in love in front of the priest. But why did they have to kiss?

When Artemis had kissed her the first time, it had been just a kiss on the lips, the pairs of lips barely touching, both hands to their sides. This time, on the other hand, he put his hands on the nape of her neck. And Holly, although she would rather die than admit it, had to say she was enjoying it…

Artemis felt like hurling. The priest had said the line right before where he would say I do, and here it came. It was pretty bad after hearing the "in sickness and in health" line, but this was the worst. No, wait, the second worst.

"Do you take Juliet Capulet to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Artemis had been paling successively throughout the entire wedding. By now he thought no more blood could leave cheeks. He felt himself pale even more, and said "I do."

The priest turned to Holly. "Do you take Romeo Montague to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

She's shaking, Artemis discovered as he looked towards her, guess she's not the only one freaking out.

"I do," Holly stuttered.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

The priest glanced at Artemis, and Artemis knew he had to prove his love. He knew Holly would kill him later, and he wasn't exactly looking forward to this that much either. God, why did he have to be trapped in a love story with Holly? He slid his hands behind her head, noticing how silky her hair was. He closed his eyes and kissed her.

Friar Lawrence watched the two. They seemed to love each other. Maybe not as most elopers, but enough. He admired the sweetness of love, and turned and left them a minute later to "enjoy" their marriage. Little did he know they were acting.

After a little over a minute, Holly broke the kiss, stepping back and looking at Artemis. He looked different in a way she couldn't describe. He looked…surprised, and astonished and something else she couldn't put her finger on.

The married couple stared at each other, both unwilling to break the silence. For a while no one moved, no one removed their stare.

"What is this, a staring contest?" Artemis asked.

"You were the one looking at me, Mud Boy," Holly replied.

"Because you were looking at me."

"Because you kissed me."

"Because, because," Artemis sighed, "Fine. You win."

"Yay!" Holly said sarcastically. "So can we leave now?"

"I guess."

The two left, Artemis leading the way onto the path he had first taken into the city. Holly saw the beauty of nature, and for the first time she felt at home. Trees surrounded her, no sign of human habitation. After about twenty minutes Artemis stopped, exhausted.

"We must have walked a couple miles," panted Artemis.

"Try one. How can you be tired? I'm wearing some kind of corset."

"These pants are really tight."

"No, really? It's not as bad as this corset."

"Whatever," replied Artemis, disheartened that he had lost one of their "battle of the wits" again. "We need to plan."

"To get out of here? YES!" Holly replied exuberantly, fist punching the air.

"Ok, what I was thinking was that, you know how after I get in a fight and kill your cousin?"

"Like that'll happen, but yeah."

"Well, in the play I meet you at your house."

"And?"

"Well," Artemis blushed, "One can infer that, well, um, they, ah-"

"They what?"

"Well, as newlyweds, they, um, take advantage of their marriage?"

"You mean they sleep together?" Holly said bluntly.

Artemis nodded, as red as he had been pale earlier.

"There is no way in hell I am doing that. No way. Nothing could make me do that."

"I agree. As long as I am at your house, they will assume. And assumptions can go a long way here."

Holly still didn't like the idea of sleeping in the same room with Artemis, but it was still better than the same bed. "Fine. What else?"

"Well, I leave at daybreak, and then you go to Friar Lawrence and get this potion thingy, a substance that will make you appear dead to the average person here. It's a lot easily to fake death here, with no heart machines or CPR."

"How dead will I look?"

"Very slow, shallow breathing, almost no pulse, and you won't move."

"But won't my magic cancel it out?"

"It's too strong."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"While you are in your vegetative state, I will be in Mantua, 'clueless' of your whereabouts."

"But won't that friar guy tell you what's happening?"

"He attempts to. But I never get the letter. Some sort of interception."

"Then why does Romeo kill himself in the play."

"My servant, Balthasar, sees your funeral. And he tells me."

"You have a servant?" Holly inquired.

"Yep. Anyway, I go back, kill Paris when he visits you, and then see you dead and kill myself."

"Wait a second," Holly stated, "I just kill myself because you left?"

"No, I guess I forgot to tell you you're engaged to Paris. And afterwards, you wake up, see me dead, and kill yourself."

"Such an optimistic ending."

"Well, actually," Artemis declared in his "I know everything and you don't" tone, "the families resolve their feud."

"So that's what happens?"

"Yes."

"So what do we do?"

"Well, after you take that potion thing, I leave and go back, appearing depressed and such. We stay true to the play until when I kill myself."

"So you are going to kill yourself?" Holly exclaimed, "You can't leave me here in this hell!"

"No. If you would let me finish, you would find that I would take the same potion, but not as strong, so when you wake up in an hour or so I wake up as well."

"So it's a sleeping potion?"

"Yes. But very strong."

"And then?"

"We flee in the night to Mantua, and wait."

"For what?"

"For you to reveal your true self. It's apparently not two days, not two hours, so it's logically either two weeks, two months, two hundred days, two years, or two decades. Foaly probably couldn't make anything stronger, and I doubt he could create something lasting longer than a year, even for a fairy."

"Artemis?" Holly asked softly, "do you think Foaly can bring us back?"

"Of course," he replied at the same volume, "he's a technical genius, and if he can meddle with time once, he can meddle with it again." Of course, the Fowl was hiding his own doubts, that they would never get back, and Holly would remain a human. But hope kept Holly alive, and doing this. She would never agree to these things if she was like this forever! Holly smiled, and Artemis felt a strong pang of guilt. "Shall we get going? I have a fight to get into."

"I can get home myself."

"Not in this century."

"Fine."

The two walked in silence, Holly enjoying this bittersweet moment with Artemis. The rustling leaves in the summer breeze, the birds chirping, the wispy clouds in the sky, were enough to almost overcome what had happened, and what was about to happen.

Author's Note: And the end of another chapter. I know it took me forever to write it, but I had other plans this week too. Please review, it would make my day.