A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, a thousand times sorry! I had to stop writing for a while because my teachers have been piling on the homework for midterms. You'll be happy to know that Toxic Love will be way longer then Arranged Love. But there is going to be a twist. A twist which you will want to kill me for. But that's not for at least five chapters, so just sit back and enjoy!

"You've got to be joking!" Trish cried, pointing a finger at Ivory. "They've never threatened to throw anyone out before!"

"Gee, thanks Trish. That makes me feel a whole damn lot better."

Trish, Ivory, Butler and Juliet were sitting in the back of the shuttle. Artemis III was nestled in Juliet's arms, as his mother was piloting the shuttle. The baby had taken a great interest in Ivory. His mother and father had already begun teaching him English and Gnomish, but the words this creature spoke were entirely different from what he had heard in his two months of existence. (Explanation and description at bottom of chapter.) He liked these new words, and giggled happily every time they were used.

Butler frowned; he did not appreciate swearing. There were much politer ways of stressing one's point. Most teenagers swore simply to make themselves sound older, when all it really did was make them sound immature and childish. He had been on guard duty with a foulmouthed bloke when he was in his early-twenties. His partner had been even more crude than Ivory- no doubt trying to copy Ozzie Osborne- and was fired within a month.

"Come on, Ives, cheer up! You need to be optimistic!" Trish cried enthusiastically, clapping her on the shoulders.

"Maybe I'll be able to join a freak show. Ivory; the Human-Elf," she said glumly

Trish ignored her. "Okay! Lets be positive! Umm…you have your health! You have your youth! You have…um…Turrets Syndrome!"

"No I don't!" Ivory snapped.

"You don't?"

"No!"

"Oh…well, you have…um…Oh, I give up!" She slumped into her chair and looked at Ivory. "You know what you need, Ives?"

"A Digi-board to write my last will and testament on?"

"A cooler full of beer!"

Ivory glared at her. "I'm forty-nine."

"Oh, right! I keep forgetting you're only forty-nine."

"How old are you?" Juliet asked, bouncing the little boy on her knee.

"Sixty-five." Trish said, turning to Juliet.

"Sixteen." Ivory added, as Juliet was looking confused.

"That's still too young to drink." Butler pointed out.

"So? How old were you when you first started taking steroids?"

Butler blinked. "I've never taken steroids in my entire life."

Trish looked him up and down. "Riiiiight." She turned back to Ivory. "Come on, Ives! You're boring when you're miserable!" She shook the moping hybrid by the shoulders. "Fine! I'm going to go find something else to do." She walked into the very back of the shuttle and started raiding the lockers.

"What a wonderful friend you have." Juliet muttered, giving the baby an Eskimo kiss.

"Its her way of being sympathetic." Ivory buried her face in her arms again.

In the front of the shuttle Holly wiped a few tears from her eyes. "Artemis." She thought. "Please, be okay."

Artemis sat in his cell, thinking hard. There had to be a way out. There was always a way out. He look around, frowning. The fairies were smart, he knew. But he was smarter.

Getting into the lotus position, he made a mental list of the known facts:

1. The LEP had betrayed them.

2. Human/Fairy hybrids existed and knew the LEP were traitors.

3. It was illegal to give birth to a Human/Fairy hybrid.

4. Holly had known this fact from the beginning.

5. He was being held prisoner for this crime.

6. If Holly found him, she would be killed too.

None of these made him feel much better. But there was still hope. He could think of something. He just needed to think.

A/N: Okay, thanks so very much for waiting. I'm gonna go work on the other fics now. Reveiw!

MY EXPLANATION OF ELVES

The elves grow slower physically then us, but they grow faster mentally. Meaning that they learn to speak, walk, think, etc. faster.

Also, the half-breeds have all the fairy powers except mesmer. They can enter a building without invitation, but once inside they must do as they're told.