Hold Me

Disclaimer::sniffle: Here it is peoples...I DON'T OWN ARTEMIS FOWL::starts bawling:I wish I did though...everything except for the plot belongs to the brilliant Eoin Colfer.

A/N: OK peoples, this is my second fic and it's planned to be a long one. It happens 3 years after the 3rd book, when Artemis is around 16. It's a Holly x Artemis fic. It's planned to be around 20 chapters long but I won't extend it unless enough people review, so please be kind enough to press that little button at the bottom!

"HOLLY SHORT!" Root barked through a plasma screen communicator at a semi-conscious Holly sitting on a chair in her LEPrecon office.

"Huh?" Holly said sleepily. After 3 days of chasing after a 3-ton troll you couldn't exactly blame her.

"D'ARVIT HOLLY GET YOUR DAMN ARSE OFF THAT CHAIR AND GET OVER HERE!"

Holly woke with a start. After all, it isn't every day your commander swears in Mud Man. "Yeah Commander Root what's up?"

"What's up? WHAT'S UP?" Root's voice became deceptively calm. "What's up, Short, is that I want you on a mission PRONTO! GET YOUR SLEEPING BEHIND TO THE OPS BOOTH RIGHT NOW! NO EXCUSES!" Okay, so maybe not that calm...

"I'm coming, I'm coming..."

In The Ops Booth

Julius Root sat in a chair, face beetroot red as usual. Foaly sat at his computers, tapping away. "So, Short, took you long enough to get here."

Holly gasped out, "There was a delay in Police Plaza, Commander, I ran as fast as I could..."

"NO EXCUSES! We have a mission to finish, let's get on with it, shall we?" This last phrase had a dangerous edge to it.

"Yes Commander. What do I have to do?"

"Remember Artemis Fowl?"

"Yes..." Holly didn't like the sound of this.

"Well, this civilian-" he pointed to Foaly- "- here has found out that the medallion that Fowl gave Mulch wasn't really the medallion, instead it was a laser disk brushed over in gold leaf. Unfortunately, Mulch has already been released from prison and has already gone to Fowl Manor. No doubt Fowl has regained his memories of the People by now, and I want you to go there and check on Artemis and make sure that he isn't planning anything against the fairy population. If he isn't come back here and report. If he is come back and report. Got it? Good. Now Foaly will equip you."

"But Commander-" Holly said as Root walked out.

Julius stopped and turned. "Yes?"

"Why me?"

The Commander's face was turning from a rosy pink to a furious purple. "IF YOU GET PICKED FOR THE JOB THEN YOU GET PICKED FOR THE JOB! NO BUTS OR QUESTIONS JUST GO!" Root shouted and stalked off.

"Actually," Foaly chuckled quietly, "He picked you because none of his precious male soldiers wanted to go."

"O-kaayyy...whatever. So Foaly what do you got for me?"

"Well, you get your standard LEP Neutrino 2000 blaster and your LEP helmet, and just in case I'll give you some out of the ordinary gadgets just in case something goes wrong. This includes concussor eggs, a sonix grenade, a vial of dwarf rock polish, and my newest patent, the Alpha-Alpha-two-Beta Crisis Saver. It can shoot out a laser ball which will simultaneously stun, envelope the target in a solid sphere of inactive plasma which, by the way can be activated at the touch of a button, and mind-wipe whatever you aimed at and, if you aim it at an object, it will instantly dissolve. It is programmed to eject acid at whatever it touches that isn't alive. And of course, I'm giving you an iris-cam."

"Great. So when's my shuttle?"

"Eh, let's see...you have 10 minutes and-"

Holly leapt up, hurriedly clipped all of her stuff to her Moonbelt, grabbed a set of Hummingbirds, and dashed off yelling behind her (as written), "ThanksforthegadgetsFoalyI'llstayintouchthroughmyiriscamandhelmetgottarunbye!"

Foaly let out a whinny and a laugh. "-and 1,800 seconds!" (A/N: For those of you that can't do the math that's 30 mins or half an hour! Ah, good one Foaly.)

Holly dashed through the thoroughfare, trying to reach the shuttles on time, while trying to put her helmet on. When she got it on, she glanced at the little clock in the corner and realized she had been tricked. She stopped dead short and growled, "That DAMN CENTAUR!" Oh well. Might as well go to the shuttles, there wasn't enough time to go back and pummel Foaly. She'd kick his ass later. That stupid Foaly.

As Holly climbed into the shuttle, she couldn't help but feel good. This was what she was born to do.

A/N: So, what do you think? More coming in chapter 2! By the way, if you're wondering about the title, don't. It'll be explained in chapter 2. Please review!