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Artemis sat in his office, deep in thought. A new species... Did the LEP know? If so, should he tell Commander Kelp at their meeting that day? And did the new species know about Haven? And most importantly, were they hostile toward him and his family?

Suddenly he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, and the door flew open to reveal Butler, holding a swath of black fabric over his shoulder. Artemis swiveled his office chair and peered closer. No... It wasn't a roll of fabric, it was the goth boy, Nico di Angelo.

Unconscious.

"What happened?" he said abruptly, standing up.

Butler let the boy fall to the ground and leaned against a desk. "We... had a little misunderstanding," he said wearily.

Apparently this species is more dangerous than I thought, Artemis mused, if a young one made Butler tired. But he just nodded slightly and said:

"Clearly. What happened?"

Butler paused a moment before replying.

"I was following the group like you I felt like there was something nearby, so I stopped. He was in the shadows. I couldn't see anything; it was pitch black. He told me to drop my gun. I refused. Then something grabbed it and forced it out of my hand."

"Telekinesis," said Artemis, his voice slightly awed.

"What?"

"Telekinesis. The power of moving things through one's mind." He laid down the pen he had been twirling subconsciously. "Butler, this is a new species of fairy. One with mind-related powers."

Butler frowned. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." Artemis looked up sharply. "Why?"

"Well... this kid, Nico I think his name is, I'm pretty sure he could see in the dark. That doesn't fit with your hypothesis."

Artemis sat back down and leaned back. He was silent for a moment. Butler sighed.

"Listen, Artemis, it was a perfectly good-" "I'm not annoyed at the fact I was wrong, Butler."

"Really?" managed Butler, his eyebrows raised.

"Really. I'm wondering where I went wrong. What if-" he broke off mid-sentence, and narrowed his eyes at Nico, who was lying prone on the floor. "Butler," he said slowly, "You say he could see in the dark?"

"I think so," his bodyguard replied, sagging into a chair by the door. "And something dragged the gun out of your hand."

"Yes."

"And it could have been di Angelo's physical hand?"

"No. He was standing at least eight feet away."

"And he seems to be Goth." Buter laughed darkly. "Seems to be? He dresses in black, wears skull jewelry, and has an affinity for seeing in the- oh."

Artemis nodded slowly.

"Yes. He dresses Goth, can see in the dark, and uses umbrakinesis."

"What?"

"He controls shadows. That must have been what made you drop the gun. Not telekinesis, umbrakinesis." He raised his eyes. "Interesting."

The two of them sat lost in thought. Then Artemis broke the quiet.

"And that boy. Leo. The one who disabled the camera. When the original group came to use our telephone, the girl Piper had to drag him out because he wanted to examine my father's old Bentley engine. Technology. Darkness. If I were a betting man, Butler, I would bet you that each of them has a specialty."

It was at that moment that Nico woke up. He let out a low groan and rolled over to face the ceiling.

"You're awake," stated Artemis, his voice cold and businesslike.

"Obviously."

"Please sit." Artemis pulled up a chair from the nearest desk. The boy struggled to his feet and dragged himself unsteadily to the office chair. He regarded Artemis sluggishly, and the genius found himself thinking that, despite his darkness powers, Nico didn't seem too threatening. Then again, appearances could be deceiving...

He opened his mouth to speak, but Nico beat him to it.

"Why were you spying on us?" he asked.

"I hardly think it was spying," said Artemis, his tone clipped, "Not in my own house."

"Whatever. You know what I mean."

"You showed up at our manor, asking to use our telephone, you left, you appeared in our remarkably secure basement, you claimed to have been shot at, and you changed our thoughts with your words to suit your purpose. Do you understand why we were monitoring you?"

Nico glared, which Artemis had to admit was quite frightening, but didn't say anything.

"Now," continued Artemis briskly, "You are in my house; I will be asking the questions from now on. What are you?"

Nico's eyes narrowed to dark slits and he tilted his head. Artemis waited for a second, but no answer was forthcoming. He sighed.

"Listen, di Angelo. At the risk of sounding very, very cliched, I would like to inform you that we can do this the easy, painless way for you, or the hard, painful way. Which would you prefer?"

"You're not getting any information out of me," the boy said coldly.

"Really? Butler, please take charge." Butler nodded, his eyes bearing no hint of regret or maliciousness, just calm intent. It was largely bluff, Artemis knew- after their various expeditions with Holly, neither Artemis nor Butler were at home with torture- but he realized he was rather enjoying it. His coat of chilly menace had too long been shoved in the closet, and it felt good to wear it once more.

The blue-diamond graduate strode toward Nico di Angelo and put him in a rough and effective headlock. Artemis was interested to see that Nico didn't move, not even when Butler pressed a gun to his head. "All right," said Artemis clearly. "You have exactly ten seconds to tell us your species, or Butler there will- well, he won't shoot you, but he'll hurt you. Understand?"

"Perfectly," said Nico.

"Good. Ten."

There was no movement from the opposite chair.

"Nine."

Nothing. "Eight."

Nico's eyes were flickering around the room, taking everything in.

"Seven."

The teenagers fists were clenched by his sides.

"Six."

No reaction.

"Five. Four."

Nico closed his eyes. "Three."

Butler readjusted his grip slightly and looked questioningly at Artemis.

"Two."

Artemis realized that Nico was not going to say anything. Was he to follow up on his threat or lose what little fear he had inspired in the Goth teenager in the first place?

"One."

Making a decision, Artemis nodded at Butler, who pursed his lips.

"Zero."

Butler yanked his arm back and pushed with his other hand. There was a sharp crack and what little color had been in Nico's face disappeared. Dislocated shoulder, Artemis thought with a hint of guilt. But Nico had made no noise. Artemis could almost see Butler's low respect for Nico rise a notch.

"I did not want to do that," Artemis said.

"You didn't," croaked Nico, "your butler did."

"You are trying my patience," said Artemis testily, and was impressed that Nico managed to smirk even under the circumstances. "Let me explain the situation to you. Butler here has a gun, and even without it he is more than capable of killing you. You have information. You're not tied to the chair right now, but you will be in a moment-" he nodded at Butler, who moved to accomplish the aforementioned task, "-so you have no way of fighting back. If I give the signal, Butler will end your life in one way or another. I would prefer, and I assume you would too, that this not be necessary. You see, if you don't give us any information, you are of no use to us. If you are dead, you are of no use to us. It's the same to me. But you being dead makes an excellent threat, which is why I am explaining to you right now that unless you tell us exactly what you are or you will be killed ruthlessly and efficiently."

Oh dear, thought Artemis, I've promised more in the threat department than I'm willing to follow up. Let's hope Nico di Angelo isn't kamikaze. But Artemis was in luck.

"I didn't want to do this," said Nico vaguely. "I really didn't. But it's better to reveal one of my... skills... than my entire heritage. So... goodbye. For now." And he melted into the shadows.

Artemis felt his eyes widen. Umbraportation... that was some gift. And then there was Nico's choice of words- my heritage. His heritage? His ancestors? Artemis had been interested in his species, not his parents. Which led his to belief that perhaps that was not the right question.

Suddenly there came a knock on the door, followed immediately by the swinging open of said door. Commander Trouble Kelp never bothered to wait for other people let him in. He stepped into the study, his shield fizzing slightly, and nodded to Butler. He gave the empty ropes on what had previously been Nico's chair an appraising look, nd tossed his two captives onto the floor.

Artemis smiled slightly.