Author's Note: I don't know how, but Artemis got into my room again! He is sooo bothersome! I really hate him right now! I got Holly to get him out of the room though (she used the buzz baton). Hope you guys enjoyed my last chapter. My friend read it and she said it was addicting. I was up for a long time writing this chapter and the last one took me all day because I was going out and had to stop writing at some points. Anyway, I hope this chapter is just as good as the other. Different POV this time!

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Chapter Two

Artemis's POV

I watched the December snow glide silently to the ground. I had been sitting in front of my bedroom window for hours, waiting for something to happen, anything. It was too cold for me to go outside and play with the twins. I had always hated snow ever since the Arctic incident. So, now I was isolated in my room, watching the snow fall, bored. I wish I had friends I could call over, just to have company. I was thinking of calling Holly, though I knew she would be working. After all, it was Monday. Maybe Foaly would just call, just to have a conversation. He used to do that, and it annoyed me so I disconnected the phone line for a week, and he stopped calling. I wish I wouldn't have done that. I jumped up when I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in." I called. Butler opened the door. He had something in his hands. It looked like a jacket.

"Your Mother wants you to come downstairs. She's worried about you. She doesn't want you sitting in a room all day, doing nothing." He walked over to my bed, and placed the snow gear down. "I'm a little worried too. You never used to be like this. Is something wrong?" He placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Nothing's wrong, old friend. Just a little bored, maybe." I replied. I could even hear the boringness in my voice. I'm pretty sure I never sounded like this before.

"Are you going to come downstairs?" Butler asked, as he walked toward the door.

"Yes. Tell Mother I will be down in a few minutes."

Butler nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind him. I got up from my chair and walked over to the bed. Mother must have bought me new snow gear, because these looked different from the one I have in my closet. I picked up one article of clothing, the jacket, and examined it. It was black, with white and red splotches here and there. The sweater was black and the undershirt was white. The pants matched the jacket. The gloves were red, and the boots were black. My mother really wanted me to become a regular teenager. I didn't blame her. Everyone wanted me to be normal, the problem was, I can't be one. Not with all my knowledge and such. But I'll always keep trying for her, just because I care.

There was a tap at the window. I turned around and saw the snow covered outline of a figure. Holly. I opened the window and she flew in, unshielded, and immediately ran over and gave me a hug. Her entire body was cold. I must have been warm because she didn't let go. I returned her hug and rubbed her back, trying to warm her up a little more. I could almost hear her teeth chattering. She pulled away finally and looked up at me.

"If y-you d-didn't mind," She asked. "C-could I borrow a b-blanket?" I nodded and walked over to my closet, pulling out a thick blanket. I handed it to her and she wrapped it around herself. She sat down on the bed. After she warmed up a little, she began talking.

"I need your help. Trouble's really sick. I gave him medicine but it didn't seem to work. I think he might be really sick. Could you come and look at him?" She had worry in her voice.

"Of course." I answered. "Let me go tell Mother." I opened my bedroom door and walked downstairs. I knew how much Trouble meant to Holly. Even if the had there differences. I was starting to think that Trouble and Holly were starting to feel something for each other. Not that I have anything wrong with it, I just thought that those two would never end up together. But now that I think about it, they seem perfect for each other. No matter how much they denied it. They were perfect.

I made it downstairs to find Mother inside. She was in her snow gear, but one of her sleeves were rolled up. I glanced around the corner. I saw blood running down her arm onto the counter she was leaning on. I could see faint stains on her sweater. She was trying to put on a Band-Aid, struggling.

"Mother," I asked, worried. "Are you okay?" I jogged over to her. She looked up.

"I fine Arty. Just scrapped it on a bush." She handed me the box of Band-Aids and I helped her apply them. "Are you going to come outside?"

I applied the last Band-Aid and rolled her sleeves down. "Something came up. One of Holly's friends are sick. She needs my help."

She nodded. "Okay. Be careful though, okay? And tell her I said hi." She smiled.

"I will mom." I gave her a hug and dashed back up stairs. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the room. Holly was sitting on the windowsill. She looked at me when I walked in.

"What did she say?" She asked. She got up.

"I can go. I'll have to get changed first. I'll be right back." I grabbed my snow gear off the bed, then headed for the bathroom. Once in, I locked the door. I changed into my snow gear rather quickly. By the time I got out Holly had all ready called a shuttle.

"Why didn't you take a shuttle over here?" I asked, curious as to why she would fly here, almost freezing to death, when she could have easily rode here in a shuttle.

"You and I would have been the only people in the shuttle. It would have been a waste. What is there was an emergency and they needed it? This shuttle had to drop off some other officers, so I called and the pilot said he would stop by on his way back." We climbed into the shuttle, and soon were in the sky. It was cold in here, even if we were boxed in. I looked over at Holly. She was shaking in her seat. I sat down next to her and wrapped my arm around her. She leaned against me. She started warming up. Why couldn't Foaly create LEP snow gear? For a genius, he really was stupid. Huh, I laughed to myself. A stupid genius.