Hey guys! So I hoped you liked the first chapter of 'Everything's Perfect Now'. And everything is now that I have 4 fantastic reviewers whom I love severely at the moment. Those reviewers being Xodiac 451, Mira SeverusSirius Black-Snape, FowlFanGirl and Illovebooks. THANKYOU SO MUCH! Well I guess I should get on with the story, eh? Oh I thought I might add, if no one picked it up in the last chapter, Donovan is American! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl in any shape or form. That's Eoin Colfer's job.
Missy POV
I opened my eyes slowly as I felt a patch of warm sunshine on my back. Oh, Sunday how I've missed you! I felt the silk sheets of my comfortable bed between my slender fingers. Wait a minute, how the hell'd I get here?! And the one name I was hoping to think of popped into my head and escaped my lips.
"Donovan," I breathed. I had collapsed from exhaustion in the study and my poor, sweet bodyguard was forced to carry me up here. I wonder where he is now? I thought to myself as I realised I was still in my clothes from yesterday. I peeled the slightly sweaty clothing from my body and ransacked my drawers for a sport bra and yoga pants. Once I was in that I made my way to the gym located down stairs. I heard laughter from inside the kitchen as I passed it.
I spied Juliet, Grandmother and her sitting at the bench, mugs in hand. I was furious! How could they accept her so easily? I sighed and ran down another flight of steps before coming to the gym door. I pushed it open to find it deserted, which was strange. I glanced up at the clock to see it reading 8.45. Usually Butler or Donovan were in here from 8.00 to 9.30. I guess not today.
I made my way over to the punching bag and let fly a couple of furious punches. I cried out in pain as I realised my hand was still bandaged and sore. I kicked the bag in frustration and moved over to a stack of throwing knives. Using my uninjured hand I threw the knives one by one. A large hand placed its own over mine and I was surprised to find Butler standing behind me. He steadied my now slightly shaking hand and as I let it fly the knife landed straight in the middle of the target.
"How are you this morning?" He asked his deep voice rumbling throughout the gym. I shrugged, still unable to comprehend that I, Artemis Fowl the Third, had been sneaked up on; By Butler no less. He smiled as the small scowl that I wore slowly evaporated.
"Butler, how can you all let her back into your lives so easily?" I asked, tears brimming in my eyes. All I had wanted as a child was my Mother back home and to make my Father happy. Now I wanted nothing more but to have her out of my life.
"Artemis, your moth-, Holly has done a lot for the Fowls. She cured your grandmother, saved your father countless times, she's brought me back to life and she gave this family what it wanted most. You." He said softly. "Holly is the glue of the Fowl's. She held us together in tough times and when she was pregnant with you, the family could not have been closer. How could we not welcome her with open arms?"
I felt the tears spill onto my cheeks as my face grew hot. I sniffled, trying to hide the fact I was crying in front of the third most dangerous man in the world.
"Then, why did she have to leave," I cried out burying my face into Butler's stomach. I felt his large arms envelope my body and heard his feeble attempts to calm me. This man could take down an army single handily, but stick him in front of crying child and he was helpless.
"She was becoming human, little one. She had to get back to nature, become one with the earth once more. And still every weekend she would send a postcard or photo to you, because she loved you. She still does Missy; you are too blinded by hate and anger to see that." I smiled sadly as he finished his small speech.
I let out a small sigh and released myself from his embrace. Butler's old wise eyes held mine for the briefest of moments but I knew what it meant. You will understand someday.
"Thank you," I breathed. Knowing that I needed a shower I exited the gym and headed up to my room. I once again tore the clothes from my stinking body and headed into my en suite. I turned the tap and let the hot water run over my bare skin.
Thoughts about my mother raced through my mind. Was she all I made her out to be? Could she still care? I massaged my scalp as I felt another migraine come on. Donovan decided to enter my thoughts at that precise moment, making me blush madly. Washing the excess conditioner from my hair I heard my bedroom door open and someone enter.
"Missy, you in here?"
Speak of the devil and he shall come. I turned off my taps and opened the shower door to grab my fluffy white towel. I quickly wrapped the material around my slim body and tucked the excess space into the top to hold them together.
"In the bathroom," I shouted to Donovan. I sauntered back into my bedroom, fully aware the towel only sat just below my behind and my collarbone and arms fully exposed. I found my body guard sitting on my bed in a singlet and jeans, dirt covering his arms and clothes. His eyes roamed my body but I concealed my reactions to it. I laughed as he wiped the back of his on his face leaving an earthy smear on his left cheek.
"What, what is it?" He cried hurriedly. I walked back into my bathroom and returned to his side with a damp cloth. I gently wiped away the dirt underneath his green eyes. He smiled up at me as I cleaned the last of the earth from his face.
"So Donovan, what is it you wanted?"
Donovan POV
"So Donovan, what is it you wanted?" she asked in her melodic voice. You, I thought to myself. I shook my head, trying to get out the dirty thoughts invading my mind. She was only wrapped in a towel and though I wanted to know what was underneath it I knew I couldn't.
"I was just checking if you were awake," I answered truthfully. She smiled and shooed me away, telling me it was impolite for her to be only in a towel and that I, myself should wash up. I was only a little dirty. A healthy coating of dirt is always good once in a while.
I couldn't get the image of her in that short towel that only just covered her. The way it moulded to her goddess-like figure, yet made her seem even more goddess-like when she didn't expose herself. I walked down the corridor to my own bedroom and entered the bathroom. Splashing water over my bare arms and face I got most of the dirt and I could get the rest later.
I found a pair of blue jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt. I looked under my bed to find my motorcycle boots. Grabbing my leather jacket on my way out of the room, I ran a hand through my messy hair, satisfied with it.
"Missy, Ready to go?" I asked my charge. She came out of her bedroom wearing a dark brown faux leather jacket over her black singlet, knee high boots and skinny jeans. She nodded running into the study to grab our helmets.
We had a tradition that we would always take a ride out to the country on a Sunday morning; and Mom would make us a small lunch.
I raced off to the garage to check if the bike needed a top up while Missy grabbed the 'picnic'. The two Harley's sat in the dark as I opened the door to enter the garage. And they're stood my babies; Harley and Harleen.
"Food's here," came the familiar voice of the love of my life. I turned to see her standing in the doorway, lunch bags in hand. She smiled down at me from the top step, god, what that girl did to me.
A mischievous smirk came about her face and she threw the lunch bags onto a nearby bench. She then found it funny to throw herself onto me. I caught her in my arms and felt her raven hair tickle my face. She laughed loudly, that sweet musical laugh I hadn't heard in a while. I twirled her around while she shrieked with laughter, before setting her down on Harley.
She smiled and slipped on her helmet after grabbing the lunch bags and putting them in her pockets. I went over to her and sat on the back of the bike. I was fully capable of riding it; she just liked to do it on our trips.
Before I knew it the garage door was open and I had to blink the glaring sunlight out of my eyes. I spied a figure holding up the door and from what I could tell it was Artemis. He walked toward us as Missy sighed in frustration.
"Missy, I thought we were going to spend Sunday together?" he asked, obviously hinting he didn't want me and her going out.
"I thought I should let you and Holly get reacquainted with each other. Besides Father, this is a tradition Donovan and I have been doing for a year now! I will spend time with you this afternoon," She said smoothly, taking her helmet of at the same time. I could see Artemis was at war with himself as he stuttered to find a reason for her to stay. He knew Missy would win this argument; she was sharper than him.
I felt Harley kick into life easily as Missy wheeled us out and took of down the drive. I felt her shoulders relax and she sat in the seat more comfortably. I hugged myself to charge in an effort to not fall off. She laughed as my grip tightened around her middle.
We drove a while before coming to a small track into a large meadow. We came to a stop and I felt a little calmer. Riding on a motorbike with a skilled (yet crazy) driver was hard.
"Donovan, you can let go of me now," Missy giggled as I noticed I was still clinging to her like a small child. I let go of her, a small scowl on my face. She swung her leg over the bike and sauntered off into the meadow, dancing around in the knee high flowers.
"Well, are you coming or not?" she shouted to me. She started running for the line of trees in the distance and I gave chase. She twirled around dodging my flailing hands and taunted me with her hands on her hips. She climbed a small tree and laughed as I ran toward it.
Missy's eyes widened as I took hold of her legs and hoisted he into the air. "Put me down! Put me down Donovan!" She shrieked over and over as I put her over my shoulder and walked over to the Motorbike to put my helmet on the handle.
"Donovan!" She wailed as I adjusted her writhing body on my shoulder. I walked over to a small patch of soft green grass and laid her down. She scowled up at me and kicked my legs out from underneath me. We wrestled for ten minutes before I grabbed her hands in my large one and held the tightly. I straddled the small girl underneath me and left her totally vulnerable.
Missy POV
I was straddled underneath him, my hands stretched above my head. I batted my eyelashes suddenly, leaving him with a confused expression marring his godly face.
"You know…" I started leaning up toward his face, our noses brushing slightly against each other. A blush made its way on his face as I brushed my lips against his cheek; I felt his hands loosen around my own and seized my chance.
"You know you really shouldn't get distracted on the job," I smirked flipping him over so I was now on top of him. He grinned up at me, his white teeth practically glowing in the sunlight. I laid down beside him and pulled out our squashed veggie burgers. I handed him one and took out my own, taking a bite of the vegetarian goodness.
"So, are you coming down to see Flash, Foaly and Caballine this time? Or are you still sulking that Flash and you had a lovers spat?" I asked, referring that I would soon be going down to Haven.
"We are not lovers!" he snapped. I guess he was still touchy from the day I found them in the sauna together, in nothing but towels. "And if you don't mind, can I come?" he asked, smiling slightly.
"Of course, Don! I wouldn't dream of going without you!" I shrieked throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him tightly to my side. Why couldn't every day be like this?
I ate the last of my burger and started walking back to the bike, or as Donovan would say, his baby. I was reminded of when I asked him a question when we were younger, regarding the motorbikes he wanted.
"So you want a motorbike?" I asked, my childish voice ringing through the halls of Fowl Manor. Donovan smiled and nodded his head vigorously. I laughed as he twirled me around, my little dress fluttering about my legs.
"They're going to be my babies," He grinned as I sat down in the study on my Father's expensive Persian rug .I frowned.
"If they're going to be your be your babies, who is the Mummy?" I asked. His brow furrowed in deep thought as he contemplated my question.
"You!" he shouted taking my hand and threading his small fingers through my own.
My flashback sequence ended when I felt Donovan's hand upon my own.
"Nuh uh, I am going to drive this time, I don't want you hurting our baby," I was shocked. He actually remembered saying that? I shrugged and swung my leg over 'Harley'. He passed me my helmet so I could put it on before we left. I felt Harley start to purr and quickly shoved the safety equipment on my head. I flung my arms around Donovan as he took off faster than I ever would.
"And you say I can't drive?" I shouted into the wind. He laughed and slowed down a little for me. I sighed in relief, was this really what Donovan went through every time I drove? In what seemed like seconds we were pulling up the drive and I saw Holly sitting on the stairs leading up to the grand entrance.
She lifted her head as we started to park in the still open garage. "Welcome home!" She said, holding a water bottle out for me and another for Donovan. I took the water and mumbled thanks before going inside.
"Missy, we need to get you ready quickly!" shouted a voice from upstairs. I ran up the stairs to investigate when Juliet popped her head out of my door, beckoning for me to hurry up. I rushed into the room, expecting to see a devastating sight. Juliet was holding up a flowery summer dress from one of my trips to France. This only meant one thing.
"How much time have got?" I asked my Father who was stood at the door, in a silk blue shirt and tan dress pants, Loafers adorned his feet. He held up his hands signalling ten minutes. I sighed, stripping to my bare skin in front of Juliet and Grandmother. Father closed the door as the ladies got me ready.
I wasn't embarrassed, Juliet was practically my aunt and … Grandmother was Grandmother. They slipped the dress over my head and left me to do my makeup. I picked up my eyeliner when I saw the door open out the corner of my eye. Holly entered my room shyly, rather like a small child. I sat down in front of my dressing table and peered into the mirror.
"May I help you with your hair?" she asked standing behind me. I noticed she was a lot taller now and figured she must take Foaly's growing pills when in the presence of most humans. I waved my hand as if to signal I didn't care. She braided my hair and spun it into a bun, clipping it into place.
"You have beautiful hair, rather like your father's," she murmured, twirling my fringe around her long slender finger, giving it a small curl in the process. She laid her tan hands on the sides of my face, cupping my cheeks gently. I stood up shaking the tall woman from me and walked over to my closet, carefully selecting a pair of black high heels, making my short frame seem taller. I stalked out of my bedroom, furious with myself for letting her help me.
"Just act like a normal human being," I growled to her quickly as she followed me into the corridor. She smiled sadly, probably figuring out that I still wanted nothing to do with her. I fixed my face into a smile and joined the rest of my family in the grand hall. I nodded to Butler to open the door as soon as we heard the bell.
"Missy!" cried the voice, whose body then decided to envelope me in a sweet embrace.
YES, A CLIFFHANGER! I know, I know, we all hate them. BUT I wanted to run a little competition to see who could figure out the visitors. I've made it fair, the characters have been mentioned briefly and I slipped a hint in this chapter. Good luck to you all who give it a go! Don't forget to leave a review so I can see what you think. Needs more angst or more romance (if that's possible) or perhaps needs a little more action? Leave your thoughts and I will try my best to do them for you! Thanks for reading!
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