A/N: Okay, I'm very sorry this took way too long. I've just been busy with my other fic, and someone wanted me to write a second chappie to my songfic…Anyways, it took way to long, so now I write this chappie. So I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own the plot, Ivory, and two more OCs who have yet to be announced. The rest belong to Eoin Colfer. Who is getting paid for writing. I'm not.

Fowl Manner, 6:00, Same Day

The first thing Ivory felt when she regained consciousness was an odd pain around her wrists and ankles. That meant her magic was gone completely. Not good. She thought for a moment, rethinking what had happened before she blanked out. She'd been hit…by…a dart. And the dart was fired by…

Her eyes shot open. She was in a plain cement room. Nothing much but walls, ceiling and floor. Except another chair in front of her and a surveillance camera in the corner. She tried to move, but found her hands were tied behind her back. Her ankles were tied together as well. She tried again, pulling viciously at her wrists. Nothing.

"Oh, shit!"

"Very intuitive." Artemis quipped, stepping through the door. He walked over to the second chair and sat down. "Now, Miss…"

"Powell" She grumbled. This mudman was starting to freak her out already. He was so pale! And his eyes. She suppressed a shudder.

"Miss Powell, may I ask you a few questions regarding your entry of Fowl Manner?"

"Hell no."

He sighed melodramatically. "Very well. In that case, I shall have Butler inject you with Sodium Pentothal. Unfortunately, he is still upset at your remark to him earlier, and may accidentally give you the wrong dosage. So there is no way of telling if you'll…"

"Oh, just shut up and ask the damned questions."

He smiled at her, sending shivers down her spine. "Wise choice. Now, first question; How old are you?"

"What kind of a question is that?"

"Just answer." He grumbled. In truth, he didn't know either. He was simply repeating the questions Holly had told him to ask her.

"Fine. I'm forty-nine."

He nodded. "Why are you here?"

"Well, maybe I'm here to help you. Or maybe I'm here to kill you and your newborn son or…"

"How do you know about him?" Artemis snapped.

She snorted. "Everyone from the LEP and HBR knows about him. For a genius, you are sure damned ignorant."

He didn't even bother asking her what HBR was. A mistake, as it happened.

"And what about you? Are you fairy or human?"

"Hmm. Good question. Well, lets see. I'm short as hell for a human, but way to tall for a fairy. I've got pointed ears, but I'm the wrong color for any sort of fairy besides pixie."

"And you display quite a bit of fairy knowledge." Artemis added.

"Well, so do you. Moron." She muttered.

"So, which is it?" He asked, deciding to ignore the moron comment. "Fairy or human?"

She smiled for the first time. "What do you think?"

"Both."

"Very good, mudman. Yes, you are correct. I am part human and part elf."

"I take it your father was the human?"

"Yep. I suppose your going to tell me how the hell you know that?"

"You said your name was Powell. Powell is a human name. And usually a child is given the surname of his or her father. Now, may I ask you how you did enter Fowl Manner?"

She shrugged. "Easy. I blasted the gates with a stolen LEP blaster, then I just walked in the front door. I blasted the alarm too."

"Not a very wise tactic, walking through the front door. You were sure to be caught."

Her smile widened. "Who ever said that's not exactly what I wanted?"

They were silent for a few minutes, then Ivory spoke again. "What are the chances of you untying these damned ropes?"

"None."

"Ah. Thought so. You mudmen are so damned impolite."

He raised his eyebrows. "So. Are you here to help or kill me?"

She frowned at him. "You? What, you think they'll be after you alone?"

He leaned forward in his chair. "What do you mean?"

She stared at him for a few moments. "They won't just kill you, Fowl. They'll kill Short. And your son. I'm trying to help you damned idiots. Don't make the mistake of thinking you can avoid them. Trust me, you can't."

Artemis had had enough. He stood, pulling a walkie-talkie out from a pocket of his suit. "Juliet. Get down here. And bring a buzz baton."

"Fine." She spat. "Don't listen. See what happens. Its only a matter of time before they get here."

He lowered the walkie-talkie. "Who's they?"

Her eyes were a mix of anger and sorrow. "The LEP." She breathed.

Juliet fell into the room. In one hand was a buzz baton. "What do you want Artemis?"

He turned away from the half breed girl. "Good. You're here. I need you to watch our prisoner. I doubt she'll be able to escape. Oh, and every time she swears, I want you to hit her with the baton. All clear?"

Juliet nodded, a dangerous glint in her eye. She had been on vacation too long, and was starting to miss hurting people. Finally, a new target.

Artemis turned and left quickly, the young half-breed's words still ringing in his ears.

Holly sat on the bed she shared with Artemis, rocking her unnamed baby gently. He was sleeping silently in her arms. She sighed sadly.

It wasn't like she hadn't known this would happen. She had been taught growing up that having the child of a mudman was the sickest, disgusting, twisted act possible. But how could she help it? She was in love! Not that it mattered anymore. As soon as she married him, she would lose her magic. But she didn't care. Not as long as she could be with Artemis.

But did she really think they would simply leave her alone? She snorted. It sounded stupid, even to her. They couldn't allow a fairy to risk their discovery. But didn't that make them as bad as the mudmen?

She held her baby closer to her. His name would be Artemis, she decided then. She knew it was what Artemis the second wanted. And now she would have two Artemis in her live. "Artemis the Third." She whispered into his small, pointed ear. "I swear on my copy of the Book, no matter what happens, I'll never let anything happen to you. We'll always be a family."

"Artemis the Third?" Artemis said softly, walking through the door. "I like it."

She smiled, a tear running down her cheek. "I thought you would."

He sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her and their son. "It'll be okay, Hols. We'll make it. We've made it this far, haven't we?"

She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. Yes, they had made it this far. But how much farther can we go? She wondered silently.

A/N: Okay, this might be my last chapter for a little while. I'm moving from Vermont to Florida at the beginning of August, and we're selling the computer. And we won't have the internet until we hook it up to the new laptop. So my next chappie may not be up till late August. Sorry. : (