Title: She's JUST a Computer

Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl OR Chobits...

Summery: For the past few month's Artemis has never stepped foot out of his room, he's in there ALL the time and when he's out, the door is locked! What is he DOING IN THERE! Well, the rest of the Fowl house hold want to find out, but what will they do when they come face to face with the lil genius' secret? Better sum inside! RR!

Authoress' Note: I lied about the better summery... heh heh... (Rubs the back of her head sheepishly as she reads over the summery above the AN) It's the same as the one on the link page... anyway. It's been a while since I last updated huh... sorry about that, but if you want the story to be good I need time to think the chapter over, or I can rush through the story leaving out important thing's.

I will tend to change POV's allot in this story... and I know Artemis hasn't been in it very much and all we want to see is him, but he will come out soon, I SWARE!

Ok, I am going to make Juliet completely love sick in this. Now don't get me wrong I love Juliet, she's cool, but I think it suit's the story.

While I am warning you about various stuff I thought I might warn all those "Holly Lover's" out there that I don't like her all that much (Actually I don't like the People as a whole that much either... accept Foaly, he rules!)... and I like to show it in most of my AF fics. I mean I love a good A/H fic and she's an alright girl but... she just pisses me off... so allot of my "Holly Anger" will be vented off in this fic, she won't be an enemy or anything (I'm not sure if she will be IN the fic) but yes, thought I might warn you.

Also, I want to just inform you all that Artemis has gotten his memory back and Butler has his strength and junk back as well! OK!

Chapter 3:

A month after confronting their son and Mr and Mrs Fowl where beginning to to get a little worried. Well, a "little" worried would be a huge understatement. Once again young Artemis disappeared into his room and this time, didn't open the door for anyone, not even his father.

Butler was, of course, the only one aloud in the room. Something the rest of the house hold deemed very un fair.

Artemis Sr had long given up trying to smuggle himself into the boys room and chose to ignore the fact that his only child was acting like a hermit, well more then usual. Mrs Fowl un like her husband, had yet to realize that unless she could walk through walls, she wasn't getting anywhere near her son and was at the moment contemplating smoking the kid out. Juliet Butler didn't really care that Artemis was locked away in his rooms. After all, when did the Fowl heir ever let her into his bedroom? Never, that's when, so she was unconcerned.

Butler himself, was curious as too what his charge was doing. The girl in Artemis' lab had disappeared and he didn't dare question the genius about it. Artemis was a privet person and if he wanted you too know something, you would know. If he did not want you to know something, you had better keep you're nose out of his business or else you would find you're self tied to a chair in a dark room with a deadly weapon aimed at you're face.

The rest of the house where far too unimportant to take into account or care what they thought so we will skip ahead.

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Juliet Butler spent most of her time following Mrs Fowl around. Not that she cared. Angeline Fowl was a very nice women and was quite fun to be around, the women spent allot of her time shopping and going to the world's best spa's. Also Angeline had a son. A rich, un naturally smart, polite (Sometimes), good looking son.

Artemis Fowl the Second and Juliet Butler had known each other since they where small children. And where considered very close. But Juliet wanted to be closer. She had been harboring a crush on the genius ever since Artemis turned eleven. He was everything she could want in a boy and hoped he felt the same way.

Unfortunately for her, Artemis, for all the family knew, didn't like anyone. He hadn't let on that he did, but like I said, he was a privet person. So you couldn't be sure.

Butler had told her once that Artemis fancied Holly Short, the pushy, impatient and at time's violent tempered LEP officer. And Juliet, being the up front-in-you're-face kinda girl that she was, asked the genius if he did indeed like the fairy officer. The answer she got was something the girl was hoping for. A big fat No!. As it turns out, Artemis liked Holly enough to be a friend and hold hervarly high in his "People I respect" list, but the elf did not get the privilege to hold Artemis' affection.

Artemis had waved his hand dismissively and told Juliet why in the world would he like the fairy, I mean sure, she was pretty and at time's nice, but the women was constantly pushing him around, punching him for no good reason, telling him off for various thing's and comparing him to that loony wanker Jon Spiro. It tended to ride on his nerve's. He thought of Holly as a dear friend off course, but how long could the fairy hate him for kidnapping her. He had let her go after 12 or so hour's of being locked up. (AN: I couldn't care less how long Holly was locked in that cell for... I think it was around 11 to 20 odd hour's?) and he hadn't beaten her up or anything. But of course, he wouldn't like someone completely if they had kidnapped him, but that was besides the point.

So all in all, he didn't like like her.

Juliet had then been ushered out of the boys study as Artemis had obviously finished talking.

Since then she had been trying to get the boys attention. Doing everything in her power to catch his eye. But nothing had worked, Artemis Fowl the Second seemed oblivious to her good looks and charm.

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Angeline Fowl was sitting in front of her large vanity mirror in her dressing room, brushing her long dark hair. Her hair was beautiful and didn't actually need brushing. A moment ago it had been curled up in an elegant twist at the back of her head. But she had taken it out and began brushing. It had grown into something of a hobby.

It also helped her think. And right now all of her thought's where centered on one person, her son.

Artemis Fowl the Second. Before Artemis was born Angeline had wanted to have a daughter, as most women do. In her school days she and her closest friend's would sit around and talk about the little girls they would have. How they would play together and grow up together and become as close as Angeline and her friends where.

Years after they left school and where wed to rich, well mannered young men, the five girls had as planned given birth. As luck would have it, four of the five friends all had girls and Angeline, not knowing anything about children and being completely clueless, thought of how wonderful it would be when she had her little girl. A year after her friend's had their children Angeline fell pregnant. And not wanting to know the sex of the baby her and Artemis Sr waited till she gave birth to see if they had the daughter Angeline had always dreamed of.

After a grueling 19 hour's, little Artemis Fowl the Second was born. Angeline who, up to this point had been wishing for a girl seemed to forget all about her fantasies as her baby was placed in her arms. She had a son and it was the happiest moment of her life.

All of her friends had sympathized to her about the whole, you got a son thing, but they soon ate their word's when little Artemis started reading at 8 months. Ah how proud and smug she had been, when her baby read a children's book to her friend's. Bliss.

But as much of a gift Arty's brains where, they where also a curse. Her sons smarts had really gotten in the way of his childhood. The boy had grown up in a few year's after being born!. And now he was locked up in his room doing who knows what!.

Angeline had tired sending her son to school, so he could make some friend's his own age, she thought it was working, until Artemis filled her in that he had no friend's and hated that poor excuse of a school. His report card wasn't very reassuring either. His teacher's comment's about his behaver at class said that Arty was torturing his professor's and getting allot of them to quit their job.

The elegant women sighed, slamming her brush onto the dressing table top. She was going to have to do something about her son.

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Artemis Fowl the First was again sitting in his study. Something he did quite often, after all, now that he had gone "straight" so to speak, sitting in his office and staring at the wall was all he could do.

Since he had been brought home from the hospital, Artemis Sr had a new lease on life. He wanted to be there for his son, his wife! He wanted to be a good husband and father, something he hadn't been before Russia. He hadn't been a good husband to Angeline, his beautiful angel. He remember when their wedding day, how incredibly beautiful and perfect she had looked. He also remembered how he used to cancel special dinner's and outing's they where meant to go on, because he had to work. He remembered how hurt she would look. And thinking of this now, almost broke his heart.

What did break his heart was thinking about what a lousy father he had been. Little Arty had been a good kid, the key word's there where had been. Fowl Sr he always shunned his son, ordered him around and canceled things that where very important in his sons young life. Things like competition's and award ceremonies. Things that showed his child's brilliance. Artemis had always wanted to make his father proud and he was always coming up to him and showing him things he had invented or old mathematic theories he had corrected. But Artemis Sr had shooed the boy away, telling him to go study or something. The thing was Artemis Sr never took much interest in what his son did and Artemis was such a well behaved child he never mentioned it to his father.

And that was what broke his heart the most. Fowl Sr knew he was hurting his boy when he told him he would look at it later and didn't, or promised to take him somewhere and never did. He knew it got to his son and that was one of the main reason's why Arty was such a cold, mature teenager. He didn't act his age and the sad thing was, he didn't want to. And it was all his fault. Instead of teaching his son about girls and morals, he was teaching him about the art of stealing and how important gold was.

This was what his son had been brought up on and so he didn't know any better. To Arty all that mattered was getting gold and lots of it.

"Some father I am," He muttered, running a hand through his dark slicked back hair. "Some father,"

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So there we have it... another chapter! Yeah it's short and nothing happened... I was going to make it longer but... to be truthful... I really couldn't be buggered... I apologize (Gives a little bow) R and R! No flames please, they piss me off and don't just flame TOO piss me off because that's just the sort of stupid, pointless thing nim rods like flamer's do... so don't!.

ozumas girl, over and out!