Author's Note: The promised continuation of Passing Notes. This has a bit of stuff from The Rip In The Paradox, an old fanfic of mine that's on Fangathering. The star scene. Holly was cheating in a game of guess the star sign, and (this was a Holly from the past who didn't know much about Arty) accidentally called him cute. A bit more A/H, a bit more epic awesomeness from Foaly and some hilarity from Mulch. A big thank you to my reviewers! If I had time, I would mention you people, but the problem is, I only have a while to update. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl.

Foaly's P.O.V

Oh, yes. Artemis and Holly just decided to walk out on us. It was not as brilliant you'd expect a plan of Fowl's to be— he just said he had a call to attend to and Holly stood up minutes later and excused herself to get a breath of fresh air.

Mulch tore off yet another piece of paper and passed it to me.

Shall we follow dose desserters?

I rolled my eyes.

"Those" and "deserters", Mulch. Seems you're still too into food.

Wutever, donkey.

Joy.

Seriously, let's check it out.

Who's gonna care about the mission? Arty doesn't.

Who does care about it, this is more fun.

It's not your job on the line!

Bye!

The paper was pushed into my palm again, and this time, when I looked up from it, Mulch was not on his seat. I sighed. Right, because it was so guaranteed that whatever those two were trying to pull would be worth sacrificing the mission for. Unless, of course, they planned on doing something related to it without our knowledge, which is not something a genius would think of. Maybe somebody like Mulch himself would—but not Artemis.

I stood up and followed.

We came across our deserters in the second most obvious place, but doing the first most unexpected thing that really, and seriously, made me want to thank Mulch.

Wide, open space, the night was cold and not in an unfavorable way to an elf.

They were...they were really...

"D'Arvit, donkey, I better get the credit when this goes viral."

Holding hands.

Well, not in the we're- about- to- dance- around-a- mulberry- bush way, but in the I- would- love-to- do- the -other- way- of- holding- hands, but-it- turns- out- I'm- too- shy- for- that way. In other words, they were seated on the ground with barely half an inch between them, and their hands were almost unnoticeably touching.

Seriously, Mud Boy? Get the mission off your shoulders to have a private moment with your girlfriend? Ooh, someone has sunk so low. And this was definitely going viral on my website.

"What should we do?" asked Mulch, grinning. "Sneak up from behind and say boo? Capture it on video and send it to them now?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Capture it on video and use it for blackmail."

Mulch winced. "Long term plan."

"I highly doubt that."

Ahead in the distance, Holly moved a fraction closer to the human and said something.

Then it struck me.

She has my iris cam on!

"Now, that star is actually not a star, Holly," Artemis chuckled. "Honestly, you've never learnt to tell the difference? It's too childish to believe, yet logical enough."

The elf raised an eyebrow at him. "What, the glittery things are planets?"

"The glittery things are stars, Captain."

"Right..."

Holly rubbed his hand. "Care to tell me why you brought me here for an astronomy lesson?"

"Hardly a lesson. I want to spend my time productively, because our adversary is going to turn up a bit late." He rolled his eyes. "Don't ask."

"And productively is lecturing me on planets?"

"Stars, actually."

Holly groaned, leaning onto his shoulder and burying her face there to muffle a string of curses. "D'Arvitting pheromones," she muttered. Not quietly enough to miss the throat mike, though. Artemis didn't hear it.

"Captain, another thing."

The elf barely raised her head. "What?"

"When we went back in time..." Artemis cast his eyes downwards, as if not sure how to word his statement for the first time in his life. "That...eh, slight inconvenience?"

Holly shut her eyes tight. "Which one?"

"The one you promised was not happening again."

"Is that the reason you brought me here?"

He nodded almost bitterly. "Sorry to be approaching the subject so soon, but I have to admit I'm not exactly alright with it."

Holly was suddenly sitting straight. "Arty?"

He fixed her with his cool stare. "My elf kissing days being over, that is."

Silence.

Then she decided to do something about it.

"Oh, this is both gross and totally hilarious," Mulch made an odd noise. Somewhere in between a chuckle and a chortle. "Should I puke or clap?"

I glared at him. "You don't have a wife, or a girlfriend, dwarf," I pointed out. "Have some patience."

I was not annoyed. I was overjoyed, smug and content. Maybe a bit worried, too, but that worry was already taken out on Mulch when I shouted at him.

Holly was kissing Artemis. It was as simple as that...although it looked anything but simple. Easily, they did look like they were competing for dominance or something, each inch deeper becoming more fearless, more passionate. Who could blame Mulch for freaking out and wetting himself?

D'Arvit, that Mud Boy's parents better be careful.

I didn't notice myself being so deep in thought as to not notice two relevant things. Firstly, my phone's screen display was only the open space, its occupants missing. Secondly, the said occupants were standing right before us, indignant looks on their faces.

"Ahem."

I snapped back into reality and stared directly up at Holly's twitching eyebrows.

"Care to explain?"

I paled. "Uh...Well, what I can I say? You have a really great method of getting guys, Captain."

Author's Note: MWAHAHAHAHAAA! Enjoyed it? Challenge— let's see who can some up with the best tiny dialogue between Arty and Holly after this incident. Have it in your reviews, and the best reviewer will get to suggest stuff for my next Drabble!

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-Shaadia.