Author's Note: 140 reviews, including lots of threats to update. To answer your questions, I am a girl. My name is Priscilla…

Artemis is a bit OOC in this chapter, I know. So please don't flame me about it, it's purposeful, and it has a reason.

My story is now over 100 pages….

Thanks to Rebel Rose: haha nice threat…, gottensj, -anon-anon-anon, angelmyyumi- and I'm not trying to make her sound stupid, you'll see more of her smart side in this chapter, she's just homesick and tired of being stuck with Artemis-or so she says ;), Queen Dragon, Rock 4ng3l, twix, PrincessBob-haha thank you, Kaye and

Ruh-ruh-ruh-recap lol my lil spaz there :-)

"Ow," Artemis said in response, rubbing a now scarlet spot on his cheek, "do you have to slap people so hard?"

"Only if they deserve it," she retorted with a wink.

"Did I?"

"Obviously if I slapped you. Would you rather have me deck you, that's always fun, too."

Artemis was about to say a witty retort, but when Holly's skin turned darker and darker, her ears became pointier, and she started shrinking at about an inch every five seconds. At the point where she had withered away to four feet, he let out a scream.

End of Recap

Dun dun dun… Flight 379, European Airlines

Juliet was shaking in her seat. The turbulence had gone on for about five minutes now, and it was getting pretty bad. The airline attendant had demonstrated what to do in case they crashed, and everyone was screaming…

Mantua, Italy, 1397

"What's happening?" Holly replied, obviously oblivious to her size, "Holy shit! I'm shrinking!"

"Good observation," Artemis said, looking down at the now forty inch Holly, "you're almost back to normal."

"Shit, Artemis I was really looking forward to going somewhere."

"We're still going somewhere."

"Greece?"

"No, the chute." If he used colloquiums like duh, he would had used one there. Sometimes being an ultra mature genius was a bad thing.

"No, duh, Artemis. Shouldn't we be following the plan?" Holly thought that Artemis, who invented the plan in the first place would remember, but no…

"Oh. Right." He hurriedly grabbed some food, stuffed it into a bag, glancing at Holly, who was buried in her once well fitted dress. "What are we gonna do about you?"

"What about me? We already talked about where to go and everything."

He pointed at the dress. "You can't ride with me in this."

"Oh, yeah. Are we expecting Balthasar anytime soon?"

"He probably left."

"Do you have a needle? And scissors?"

"They wouldn't have invented scissors yet. What do you mean?" Artemis glanced around the room, shuffling through boxes and bins.

"I can alter this to make it fit."

"How long will it take?"

"An hour, max." Frond, did Artemis know nothing about fixing things?

"Hurry." He tossed her a knife and a needle from a box he had noticed.

"You'll need to help me."

"How?"

"With the fitting and everything." What, he expects me to cut a dress and make it straight and fit me by myself? What does he know… Holly thought.

"Fun."

Holly first sheared off the extra part of the dress, taking out the extra petticoats and what would be too long on the bottom. It was a lot of fabric, considering she had shrunk sixty centimeters (two feet for all those Americans like me!). "Frond, I was so hot in this thing, it felt like I was in an oven or something."

"You looked good in it," he muttered, blushing.

"Aw, thanks, Artemis. I didn't know you liked people who wore dresses."

"My mother wears dresses," he said softly.

"How sweet…do you miss her?"

"What do you think?" He replied sarcastically. It was an obvious answer, except that she didn't know his mother that well, since she had only met her once, but still, he wasn't always this smart, emotionally retarded person, he did have a softer side.

Holly nodded. "Here, hold this," she replied, grasping about a foot of fabric where the waistline would be. It was turning into a very modern dress, with it ending at the knees. "Pity I don't have the time to turn this into something more comfortable. Shorts and a shirt would be nice."

"If people saw you, they would freak out if they saw someone willingly showing that much leg. They'll hate it like this."

"People are going to see me? I thought we were leaving at night."

"The whole point of riding into the night is so people don't see you."

"Right." Holly cut off the excess fabric from where her waist used to be. "Damn, did I really fit into that? It seems so… big."

"Quite well."

Holly quickly stitched the pieces together, and did it again to ensure it would hold. "It would really suck if this fell apart."

"Mmmhmmm."

Ignoring his comment, she held up the excess arm fabric and grabbed his hand. "Now hold this." She dropped his hand, which quickly grasped the fabric. "Do you think this is too loose for modern fashion?"

"A bit." Artemis didn't care either way, but the prospect of seeing Holly in something skin tight was tempting.

"That good enough?"

"Bit more." Artemis grabbed the fabric so it would be almost like a second skin.

"Is it you thinking it would be fashion appropriate, or do you want me to be in something skin tight?" When Artemis didn't answer, she stated, "You perv!"

He rolled his eyes. "Holly, I was supposed to hit puberty three days ago. It was bound to happen soon."

"How fun is this gonna be? I have to straddle a perverted Mud Boy for over an hour on horseback."

"Very fun."

"Shut it, Mud Boy."

"Actually, now," he said loftily, "I am not a Mud Boy. I am a Mud Teenager."

"I thought in human cultures you were a Mud Teenager at the age of thirteen. And besides, you'll always be a little know-it-all Mud Boy to me," she teased.

"If you're going to call me names, at least call me by my given name, Holly dear."

"If you're trying to flirt with me, Artemis, you really suck at it."

"It's my first try. Don't worry, I'll get better at it soon."

Holly rolled her eyes. It was going to be a long night.

The dress was almost finished. All she had to do was sew the altered back together and they could leave. Artemis had put the bags on Holly the horse and had saddled it and everything. Servant's work, yes, but necessary. "Here, let me help you." He grabbed her hand and picked her up on the hips so she could put her foot into the stirrup and hoist herself up.

"Isn't it funny?" Holly asked.

"What?"

"When I got here, my hair grew about two feet and I ended up in a dress. When I changed back, I was still in that dress and my hair's almost to the back of my knees." This having long hair as a fairy was new for her, but it wasn't that bad. Since she was little it had never been below her neck.

"Should we cut it? I have a knife."

"Oh. Yeah, of course." She grabbed his hand and held him tight as he lowered her the three feet to the ground.

"Shouldn't you, a tomboy, jump down?" he pondered as she landed feet first on the ground.

"You try jumping down from something twice your height. I doubt you would do it."

"In other words, jumping from a height of one hundred and sixteen inches? There is no way, Holly dear, I just thought that you would be brave and that you, the daring LEPrecon officer, would."

"Stop calling me dear!"

"Your choice, dear or suppose. Take your pick."

"Fine. Don't say suppose."

"All right, Holly dear. Shall we cut your long locks?"

"We? You're going to have to cut it if it's going to look straight."

"How long?"

"Well, people here tend to have longer hair, but let's try to modernize it a bit."

"How so?"

"Maybe make a little over shoulder length." She put her hand below her shoulder blade on her back. "No shorter than the second finger. I would just use the finger, but…" She smiled. Surely Artemis, however teenage culturally lacking he was, could figure that one out!

"Ok." Artemis took a deep breath, and took the knife to her hair. "Stay still. I'm cutting." After a second to wait to see if she would respond, he sheared off a good foot of the auburn waves. He would have closed his eyes, but if the line wasn't straight, she would kill him. And he did not want to die in a foreign country, alone, without seeing his parents again, but most of all, before he was even supposed to be born.

"Much better," Holly sighed. "It was tickling the back of my knees."

"The great Holly Short is ticklish? This has possibilities." In his thoughts, he laughed, but he retained his look of no emotions.

"Do anything. Mud Boy, and you'll learn what a real punch feels like."

"I thought I had, after being succumbed to at least three of yours."

"Let's see if you cut it straight." She flipped her hair and glanced at the line it made. "Good job. Pretty straight. Maybe you have a future in haircutting."

"I do not!"

"Whatever. Should we do bangs? Do you have a brush?"

"No."

"Okay, then, let's go."

They were about to open the door when Balthasar walked through the door. He looked at Artemis, then at the brown figurine. At first came a look of surprise, then shock, then anger… "Romeo? What the bloody hell is this?"

"Uh…" Artemis was at a loss for words. "Juliet?"

Balthasar looked at Holly once more, seeing that if this was Juliet she had shrunken two feet, changed skin color, cut her hair, and wore a dress that was very inappropriate. Never in his life had he seen so much skin below the torso! There was only one option: he had to warn the villagers. He looked around the room, saw the two chairs, saw a cord of rope in the box and a knife in Romeo's hand. He grabbed Juliet, tied her hands together, and tied her to the chair. Taking the knife, he cut the rope there, and tied Artemis to the chair as well. Then, he took the knife with him as he ran out the door, all the while screaming "Witch! Witch!" into the night.

Author's Note: I finished this chapter like three days ago, but I wanted to think and see if it would be better to have this ending or add on to it. Obviously, I decided to add on to it, not just because of my laziness, but also I get more reviews when I have a cliffhanger. Hint, hint-update! I would love to have over 150 reviews, which might motivate me to write a sequel, but it wont come until after the school year is over. But I'm only maybe two third's finished. Oh, well…

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