A/N: This is still the same as a story I almost finished before, but it just starts differently. I was trying to do something original, but I found that it was original because it couldn't be done. So I guess I'm stuck doing the normal, over done stuff, and trying to make it good. This is NOT a romance, it will never be a romance.
Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl or any of the characters in the original stories.
A/N: Alright, READ THIS NOTE! I am changing the ending of the last story, numero quatro. Artemis wasn't mind-wiped, Foaly and Holly managed to convince Root that it would be wiser to keep his memory. That way he would remain a good person, and most importantly, they could use him as an in on human affairs. I don't know how they convinced him, but they did. I think Foally might have threatened to quit… I just never felt the real ending was what would have happened… Sorry, not budging. It is MY world after all (the story, not reality).
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I was busy in my room doing homework, well, fine, I was trying to get myself to START doing homework. I stared at my Algebra homework, glaring at the Pythagorean Theorem. "I think triangles should be outlawed," I muttered darkly, starting in on problem three.
Then I heard my Mom's voice from down stairs, "Oh she'd LOVE TO!" she exclaimed. I paused and listened some more, "Oh, Adia would definitely enjoy that…yes I'm sure."
At the mention of my name I raced out of my room and sped down the stairs, tripping and sliding down the last few steps. I quickly picked myself up and ran around the corner till I was right in front of her, "Mom, what exactly would I LOVE to do?" I asked coldly.
She held the phone up to her cheek, and I heard laughter on the other end. She gave me an easy smile, her pale face lighting up. "You remember Angeline Fowl," she inquired, brushing back some of her kinky golden-red hair. I nodded slowly and cautiously, her smile broadened, "Well, she has invited you to stay at her house over the summer!" she exclaimed.
You see, we had a week left till school was over, which is what made Algebra homework so unbearable. My eyes widened, then I asked suspiciously, "WHY does she want me to stay over the summer?" my voice deepening darkly.
She laughed lightly, "Oh honey, you worry too much," she tripped out gaily. I always felt my mom was full of sunshine, in fact, I often think she IS the embodiment of sunshine. Always wearing sundresses, and sunhats, digging in the garden, and she always has a secret smile about her lips. I've been told I inherited that smile of hers, that and her love of gardening.
I glowered at her, "You didn't answer my question," I pointed out coldly.
She chuckled then said over the phone, "She doesn't trust anyone, my daughter." I waited, and then she sighed and gave in, "Angeline, I'll have to call you back," she said, hanging up.
She looked at me, crossing her arms, "Adia," she said with a sigh, "As you know, the Fowl's have a son."
I smiled dryly, "Yes, you've told me about him," I commented, thinking of all the horror stories.
She gave me a look, "Well, Angeline is worried about him," she said softly. My eyes widened, whenever she started with the pity story; I was doomed. "He doesn't have any friends, and is so antisocial. Well, she was hoping that if you stayed with them; you could get him to relax, you know."
I glared at her, and she continued admirably, "Adia, you always tend to bring people out of their shell. You have something about you which makes them trust you, and you have never had any enemies," she gave me a pleading look.
I backed up, "Don't give me that look," I said warningly, "Stop it right now!"
She kept giving it to me, "The Fowl's are very close friends of mine, and I KNOW you would be welcomed, and have a good time there. So please just do this for me." She looked me straight in the eye, forcing me to measure myself up against perfection. To measure myself up against the martyr who WOULD go and do the right thing, who would help these wonderful people.
Me resistance shattered, "Fine, I'll go," I muttered angrily.
Her face brightened, "Oh Adia honey, you're doing the right thing," she said, giving me a hug.
I rolled my eyes, whenever someone says you're doing the right thing, you're doomed. I stalked off back to my room, and just so I would feel some what more in control I yelled down the stairs, "I'm going to HATE it there! So I hope you're HAPPY!" with that I slammed my door, almost breaking a lamp in the process. I heard her laughing as she went outside.
And so it came to pass that Adia, the American girl, went to Dublin Ireland.
The plane had just landed and I walked around. Angeline had said that her son and his (gulp) body guard would meet me there. I just about backed out right then when I heard that he had a body guard. But my Mom made me feel guilty, and my Dad yelled at me about responsibilities; and I went.
Anyway, she had said the sign would say 'Adia.' When I intercepted her and said she should have 'Goober' on it instead, as that was my nickname. She said she would leave it up to Butler, Artemis' (gulp) body guard.
I scanned around, and low and behold, there was a sign saying 'Goober' in large bold letters. Admittedly the man holding it was strong and scary, but any body who had a large enough sense of humor to hold that sign; was alright by me.
I walked over, carrying my bags. I had packed a weeks worth of clothing, and some trinkets of mine, nothing more. So I had two medium bags for two thirds of the summer, needless to say I was QUITE proud of myself. Though I admit, I brought a LOT of money for shopping…
I continued to walk through the crowd, slowly winding through. A man blocked my way, and I gently placed a hand upon his shoulder. In mild surprise he turned to look at me. I smiled gently and said in a soft voice, "Excuse me," with a small smile.
He nodded and quickly got out of my way, so it continued. It's surprising what can be done with a little bit of manners, and that secret smile.
(Switch to third person)
A young girl slowly made her way towards Artemis Fowl, the second. He looked up and watched her near him, recognizing her from the picture he had gotten. It had been surprisingly hard to get any information on her at all. All he'd really had to go on were her school records. He found that she had a flare for English, but when it came to math; she barely scraped by. That was about it, and only because there WERE no other records of her.
She was just turned fourteen, though from her picture you would have thought her sixteen or seventeen. She had fair skin, with hazel eyes, and her cheeks were naturally blushed, along with her naturally red lips. Her hair was a deep golden color that fell to her hips. At the moment it was braided back and put up into a bun. She was somewhat slender, and not all that curvy.
All in all she wasn't too pretty, she was somewhat above average, but nothing more. No, what made her catching was the way that her personality shown through. She gently murmured something to a man, a secret smile lingering about her lips; as if she knew something that no one else would ever understand, and it made her laugh. In contrast, her eyes were solemn, as if she understood things most never would, and they saddened her. It was a paradox that would have intrigued Artemis; had his mother not shoved her upon him.
She walked with a willowy grace, her head held high, and a firmness to her step. She knew where she was going, and nothing and no one would get in her way. Most missed that part of her, as she was often pausing and laughing, or dancing around someone. She was sweet looking, like a picture of some innocent child. Artemis easily dismissed her, waiting to get home and be able to return to his work.
She walked forward, and then caught sight of Artemis. Unable to help it, she froze. A pale boy of around her age stared back at her, smirking. He had delicate somewhat elfin features, with a shock of soft black hair. His pale skin suited him, oddly enough, and though he was thin; he had a firm and thick bone structure. This managed to make him look somewhat imposing, yet contain a debonair grace at the same time. He looked at her, his ice blue eyes standing out.
He had a sort of lazy grace about him, which put Adia in mind of a panther. A young adolescent, and admittedly gawky panther, yet he still managed to posses that unconscious grace.
She took a deep breath and walked up to him, giving him and Butler a bright smile. The boy arched an eyebrow, looking down at her coldly.
She gulped, and a cold smile graced his face, "You must be Adia," he said with a smooth refinement.
Adia shifted, instantly feeling out of place before this boy. She brushed some of her unruly hair back from her face, well aware of her faded blue jeans and slightly oversized shirt. She had dressed for comfort, and now she regretted it. Though she had a feeling she would have felt sloppy in anything if she stood beside this well dressed boy. For as we all know, he was wearing his trademark Armani suit.
His smile widened, and she could have sworn he was a vampire. She nodded then said softly, quite clearly cowed, "Yes, you're Artemis; correct?"
He nodded, "Indeed, now if you'll come this way?" he said politely. Butler took her bags, much to Adia's horror; they had been her rock, if she clung to them maybe Artemis couldn't make her so frightened she disappeared.
Adia followed him, Artemis' back turned. Our favorite genius had to smirk, looks like she wouldn't be any problem at all. All he needed was to make her feel sufficiently awkward, and she'd leave him alone. It's amazing the low self esteem level's of adolescents.
Meanwhile, Adia pushed her way through the throng; Artemis' vampire smile cleared the people a lot faster than her secret one. Though, she didn't doubt that Butler's size hurt anything either.
Finally they left the airport, and stepped out into a drizzly day. Artemis stopped and looked at the rain, a scowl fixed upon his face. If Adia didn't know any better (which she didn't) she could have sworn that Butler was silently laughing at Artemis. He seemed to have a good natured twist to his lips as he handed Artemis an umbrella.
Adia quite simply walked into the sprinkle, not at all perturbed by the minute irritation, it was too small to notice. In fact, this kind of weather was always her favorite. The kind of weather that makes the world seem like a water color backdrop, and where everything and one seems to be contemplating something.
So with an unusual good nature, she walked up to Artemis' Bentley, and got in. Admittedly she didn't realize it was his and his alone, but that was fine with her. Once inside of his car, they both went as far as they could towards the opposite windows.
Artemis scowled as he typed on his laptop, he couldn't believe the audacity of Butler. All he had wanted was to sit up front with Butler, so he could work in peace, and Butler had said NO! He fumed silently, admittedly Butler had come up with a good reason; that if anyone attacked the car Artemis would be safer in the back, but still! Artemis was sure that Butler's true motives were to make him (the horror) socialize with that inferior girl.
Of course, Adia was unaware of these thoughts; all she knew was that Artemis was pissed. Though he would never have used such a word as pissed. She didn't know what she had done, or why he was so angry; but she just wanted to disappear. She kept silent, not saying anything, and desperately trying to hide the fact that she had to PIDDLE! She had to PEE! She could not say that though, for then The Vampire would give her The Smirk, and she'd shrivel up and hide forever and ever. Nope, it was much better to have her bladder burst then have to deal with that. Besides, it took a few days for your bladder to burst, so she had some time yet. She was strong, she could hold out. Now if only it would stop raining…