OMIGOSH! … You guys must hate me for making you wait so long I'M REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REEEALLY SORRY! I just haven't had the motivation to write for this story, let alone all my other ones :/ Anyway, let me make it up to you with an extra loooooong chapter! And the winner to the competition will be announced at the end of this chapter! I'm also really sorry if you think that Artemis, Holly, Mrs Fowl, Foaly, Butler and any other Colfer Character is acting a little OOC, it's probably because I'm not intellectual enough to figure out how they would actually speak … :/ … SORRY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl (but I own Missy, Donovan, Flash and Pierre!)

ON WITH THE STORY! :D

Missy POV

"P-Pierre!" I stammered, trying to hold back the grimace about to explode on my face as the French-American pretty much jumped on me as soon as he got through the grand door. His mother, Minerva stalked through the door right after him.

"How are you? I hope you've been well without moi, Ma Cherie!" he cried in delight, pulling me into another hug. I could see Donovan scowling from the other side of the room, clearly not liking the amount of contact Pierre was making.

"I am well Pierre, but what about you?" I asked trying to reverse the attention I was getting. In the corner of my eye I watched, as Minerva was no doubt re-introduced to Holly, whom shook her hand with a little more force than necessary. It was obvious there was no love lost between the two women, as Butler had told me all of my Father's adventures with Holly when I was younger, especially the time Minerva had her captured.

I tuned Pierre out as he tittered on about his new house in Brooklyn, and what a terrible state the rose garden he left behind in his birthplace, France, was in. I nodded absent mindedly as I watched Minerva look over her shoulder at me. She faked a smile then turned back to my father, laying a hand on his forearm. Just give me a moment; I need to talk to Missy. I heard her say, my elf-like ears picking up the quiet comment. I turned my attention back to Pierre as I heard the annoying clicking of my godmother's Gucci high-heels.

"And then when I told the gardener about my belles roses being all wilted he just …" I caught the last bit of what Pierre was saying as Minerva patted him on the shoulder and quietly told him to go and catch up with Donovan. He complied her request after leaving my presence with a kiss on the back of my hand.

"Missy dear! How are you? I heard you're due to turn seventeen soon!" squealed Minerva as fake as could be. I nodded politely and looked over her shoulder to see Pierre and Donovan standing in silence.

"Yes Minerva I turn seventeen next week, I'm good and what of yourself?" I asked politely not wanting to seem rude. She chattered about herself for a few minutes while I patiently listened to her, trying not interrupt her by saying something rude like "oh you got another boob job?" Holly kept glancing in my direction worriedly and I figured she was worried what Minerva was talking to me about.

"Missy? Artemiiis?" I heard Minerva call, snapping me back to reality. She was waving a hand in front of me, with a confused expression upon her fake, plastic face.

"Oh sorry, Minerva I'm just a little dizzy! I must've spaced out on you for a moment, you know how hay fever is don't you?" I laugh. She smiles and tells me she has important things to discuss with my Father. I grimace as she pinches my cheeks and scurries off in her dainty high heels, telling me to run along like a good girl.

I shake my head and turn around to retreat to my study when I bump into Pierre, who just happened to be standing behind me, grinning like an idiot. He looked at me curiously as I stumble backwards into the arms of Butler. I was confused as to why Donovan hadn't come to rescue me and scold me, saying that I was too clumsy for my own good.

"If it's Donovan you're looking for I sent him upstairs with my luggage to place in my regular guest room," beamed Pierre, looping an arm through mine and proceeding to ascend the grand staircase. I listened patiently as he led me to my study and opened the heavy oak door for me.

I entered the room, making a beeline for my desk, when two large hands grabbed my hips and steered me toward the large fireplace on the other side of the room. The same Persian rug from my Father's time still lay on the floor and the comfy brown leather armchairs accompanying it. Pierre sat down on the one to the left, facing away from the door and pulled me into his lap.

"Pierre, let go! I have an assignment to finish for school!" I whined, trying to squirm from his tight grip around my waist. I kicked, wailed, moaned, whined, groaned and shouted for him to let me go, but he held onto me like a leech.

"Oh come of it Artemis, we both know your more prepared than the teacher," argued Pierre. "We both know that you have a chart/slide show/model made up for it; a two page long bibliography from the night you gathered information, which was the night you were given the assignment and four copies of your approximate eight minute-long speech saved on you laptop, one is a rough draft, the second a revised draft, the third a perfect speech on whatever you're learning and the fourth is an even more perfect copy of the speech, which you no doubt want to tweak with until it can not be more perfect."

I sat there absolutely speechless at how well he knew me. I hardly see him and he can tell all this just from the past seven years he's been visiting?

"You need to relax, stop over-working yourself," he mumbled into my neck, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. His lips made their way up my neck, kissing in random places as I sat rigidly on his knees. His teeth grazing over a sensitive area earned him a gasp of surprise and shock. I could feel him smirking against the base of my neck.

"Please let me relax you," he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, as I slowly nodded, kept under his trance. He sat me more comfortably so I was lying in his lap with my feet hanging over one armrest and my back resting on the other. I could feel his hands run through my hair and an arm tighten around my waist. An inbox sound effect voiced itself from my laptop on my desk. I woke from my trance and suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable.

Jumping from his lap I quickly ran to my laptop to see a green icon with Flash's picture on it pulsating in the corner of my screen. Knowing I couldn't open it while Pierre was around I shut the compact computer and went to turn around hen felt two large hands envelope my own.

"What was that?" Pierre asked curiously as he pulled me away from the desk. I quickly changed his direction from the armchair we were sat in before to the large oak door.

"Just an email from my Swiss bank account. Pierre, aren't you tired? You've travelled far and I'm sure fatigue will reign your body soon, so perhaps you should go lie down for a while?" I said, distracting him from the topic of the email. His normally cheerful expression faltered and was replaced with a pout.

"You're trying to get rid of me?" he asked pitifully. I shook my head explaining to him I was only trying to look out for his well being, covering the fact that I wanted to be alone to read the email.

"Well, you could always come with me and I could relax you again? You looked so beautiful when you were at peace," He smiled as I reached for the door. "Come Missy, come lie with me…" he whispered seductively pushing me against the wall of books beside the door.

He held my hands tightly above my head and crashed his lips onto my mine. My breath caught in my chest as he tried slipping his tongue into my mouth. No matter how hard I pushed, how hard I tried to get him off of me he would overwhelm me with brute force. The pain of my injured hand being crushed inside his, brought tears to my eyes. I heard the door fly open as Donovan tackled Pierre to the ground.

"Never touch my charge again!" I heard him bellow as he raised his fist to strike. I quickly caught it in my own, before he could bring it down upon Pierre's face. The French-American got up slowly, fixing his suit and opening the door again. He turned to face us as Donovan stood in front of me, shielding me from further harm.

"Just remember Artemis, big words don't trick me anymore."

Arty POV

"You can't be serious Minerva!?" I cried in shock. Was this woman seriously suggesting what I think she had said? Holly laid a hand on my arm, burrowing herself into my side, her emotions clearly affected by Minerva's plans.

"Have I ever not been serious Artemis?" she asked, confirming my fears. I slumped down into the large armchair of our den. My mind searched for a way out of this suggestion, trying to find a flaw, a small crack in the most perfect plan to secure my family's fortune.

"You know that this plan is fool proof and we both know your condition is not getting any better. Why not agree? They both make the most wonderful couple, don't you think, Holly?" she asked again, turning to my wife for support. Holly shook her head in shock and retreated from the room, mumbling something about checking on the children.

"But Minerva, betrothal? Is there not a better plan you could think of?" I whispered in fright, remembering that my daughter was only just a child compared to how she acted.

"It is for the best Artemis. Who knows, maybe joining our family's fortunes could prove for the better." She replied calmly. My breathing had become ragged as memories of my only child flashed before my eyes. I did not want her to become like this, even if it was for the better of my whole family.

"I'll have to discuss this with her, it is her decision after all," I replied, trying to gather my wits. She nodded leaving the room, to go to her guest room. I looked over to the corner of the room, where Butler, Juliet and my Mother stood.

"Arty, you can't possibly think of doing this!? She's hardly an adult; I want my granddaughter to fall in love as I did. As you did!" cried my Mother, clinging to Juliet as tears rolled down her face.

"Mother, you heard. It would be for the best and not that I like the idea, it is always going to be her decision." I said, trying to keep my voice calm. I felt my legs about to give way; with the exhaustion standing had given me. I didn't like the idea at all but, we all knew I wasn't getting any better.

"Artemis, listen to reason. She's barley of age and you want her to marry already? To Pierre, no less." Butler said, voicing his opinion. Juliet nodded agreeing with her brother as she led my hysterical Mother.

"I will talk with my daughter and she will decide."

Donovan POV

"Are you okay Missy?" I asked hurriedly, holding her shoulders and forcing her to look at me. She shook her head slowly and showed me her hand. Blood was seeping out of the wound and I felt a few broken fingers. Anger boiled up inside of me as I though of Pierre rough handling my charge, and forcing himself upon her.

I heard a creak of the oak door, alerting me that someone was entering the room. I turned scowling, expecting to face Pierre when I saw Holly peeking into the study. She saw Missy's tear-stained face and ran over to inspect what had happened.

"What's happened?" asked Holly worriedly holding her arms out to embrace her daughter, then faltering under Missy's glare and returning her limbs back to her sides. Holly's hazel eyes searched my Angel's with so much concern.

"Why do you care?" Missy muttered darkly as she held onto her hand, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Holly was taken aback as her daughter glared down upon her, with as much malice as she could muster at the current time.

"Because you're my daughter, and I love you." My Unofficial Aunt stated simply, looking my charge in the eye. Missy's face fell and her eyes filled with tears again as she slumped to the hard marble floor. I went to help her up when Holly stopped me as she sat on the floor with my Angel.

"Shhh, it's okay," I heard Holly whisper as she held her daughter in her arms. Tears spilled uncontrollably from her big blue eyes. I left the two females in the study to reconcile and found Artemis standing outside of the large oak door. He quickly peeked in as I shut the door slowly and saw the joy on his face. He left with me down the stairs and left me at the kitchen to find Mom and Angeline.

I sat down and tried to take in all that had happened today. I got to share the morning with my Angel; Minerva and her bastard of a son arrived; Holly and Missy had hopefully made up and Pierre had done something despicable. I clenched my fists at the thought of him forcing himself upon her.

I left for the gym to go blow off some steam.

Missy POV

"Shhh, you're okay," Holly whispered in my ear as I felt her arms surround me as I wept. She stroked my hair and whispered everything was going to be alright; all the while comforting me with her warmth.

Everything spilled from my lips in the time we sat on the cold hard ground of my study. How I felt when she left, how my depression overcame my life until Donovan came to live at Fowl Manor as a personal companion, my anxieties, Father's cancer and her coming back. Everything, I told her everything in the long two hours she held me.

"I'm here now and I will never leave again. If that's what you wish," she murmured into my hair as I clung to her like a small child. I nodded slowly, calming my breathing and stopping the tears that threatened to spill every second. She smiled warmly and kissed my forehead tenderly, only as a mother would.

"Now let me look at that hand Artemis," she chuckled, tapping my nose playfully. A watery smile came onto my face as I showed her my injured hand.

"Umm, I you can call me Missy." I mumbled as she healed my hand quickly. Shivers and tickles ran over my hand followed by a cool sensation as I felt my bones click into place and wounds close up on their own.

"Okay Missy," she grinned as she helped me up from the floor. I wrinkled my nose at the creased state of my dress, dusting myself off. "Can I call you … Mum?" I smiled slightly, leading her out into the corridor and down the stairs to our living room. "That's what you've always been allowed to call me," she laughed.

So I had been granted back my mother. That was so much more then I could ask for, yet I had to be greedy and request more. I needed a cure for Father, and soon. But not knowing how long he had left, I was asking for a miracle.

THANKYOU FOR READING! And I am truly sorry for taking so long, I really don't expect for the story to do as well now that I've left you all hanging, all this time. BUT ON WITH THE WINNER! And it goes to …. *Drum roll* … JESTER0FDEATH! Woo! Good job everyone who decided to participate! Oh and , do you have to tell everyone that you already know these things because of you 'Bestfriend of Cinder Snow' status?

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