They had placed the boy in Artemis' bed, and wrapped the area where his head was bleeding. Neither Artemis or Butler had any idea as to what to do. The twins were playing in the corner of the room, staying strangely silent. Maybe they realized that it was a serious situation.

The boy's nametag clearly said Beckett, and he shared the younger fowl's curly blond hair. Butler had to admit, that he would have looked just like Artemis, had Artemis had that type of hair. The obvious conclusion to draw, was that this was, in fact, Beckett. Artemis was no novice when it came to time travel, so he knew that it was a great possibility.

However, neither of them wanted to just assume the boy was Beckett. For all they knew, this was a fairy who wanted to gain their trust, for whatever devious reason. It might have just been a regular kid, who happened to look like Artemis and was named "Beckett". It was unlikely, but then again, Artemis had a tendency to get faced with the most unlikely of situations.

On one hand, Artemis wanted to call Holly, and tell her to bring N1, get their opinion of the situation. It was the logical thing to do.

"…t'sa…erswet sympho…ath's life," the boy moaned, shifting in his rest. Artemis could clearly here a tune in the boys groan, and raised an eyebrow.

"I believe he's singing," Butler observed, saying it a bit like a question. Artemis let out a deep breath. If he did happen to be singing, hopefully, he didn't sound that way when he was awake.

Artemis gave a small nod, telling his bodyguard he believed that was a good observation. It was then that Artemis noticed, something. There were five people in the room. Him, the twins, Butler, and this boy. He smiled at bit, but then shook his head.

'No,' he told himself, 'I'm not supposed to worry about the number of people in the room.'

Not to mention the fact that if this boy was Beckett from the future, they would be the same person and therefore, even though physically there were five people, in reality, there would only be four.

He smiled at that thought. There was both four and five people in the room at the same time. A lucky number, and a unlucky number. Good and evil. Yin and Yang. Of course, that was the possibility that this wasn't Beckett, in which case, he was back at simply five people.

He couldn't wait until his Atlantis Complex completely went away.

It was then, that the boy suddenly jerked his body. His arms swung wildly, and his legs kicked together, giving him enough momentum to push himself off the bed. Butler rapidly moved in front of his master, in case this movement was some form of an assault.

The two twins looked over in the direction of the commotion. Beckett let out a loud laugh, while Myles rolled his eyes as much as a toddler could.

The boy started to grown, and slowly opened his eyes. They were ice-blue, the exact same as all the children in the Fowl family.

He blinked them a couple of times, staring at Butler and Artemis behind him, trying to process the situation he was in. Butler was keeping a careful eye one him, in case he were to try something stupid.

A grin crossed his face, as he appeared to have processed the situation.

"I'm in the future!" He called out, a wide, toothy grin upon his face. Both Artemis and Butler were slightly taken aback by the statement. Perhaps he didn't process the situation completely. He pointed a finger at the big body guard.

"You're Leshy, Juliet's son, am I right?" He blurted out, "Wow, I must be at least forty years in the future. You were a month old, last I saw you! You got old!"

Butler glared at the boy, not liking a single thing coming from his mouth. Assuming for a second that this boy was, in fact, Beckett, and he had come from the future, that future was one where Juliet, his baby sister, was married, best case scenario. And what kind of a name was "Leshy"? Also, the boy clearly didn't know how to filter out his thoughts, as it was never smart to call somebody who was eleven times your size "old", even if it was true.

The boy caught Butler's glare, and appeared to realize that wasn't the smartest of statements.

"Oh, I get it!" He called out, "You must be Domovoi's son."

A tension filled the air of the room, as everyone realized that he had just referred to Butler by his first name. Butler clenched his fists, uncomfortable with anybody using his first name. A part of him wanted to pick the boy up by the ear, and interrogate him on how he knew that, as he still wasn't sure if this was, in fact, Beckett.

Artemis just stayed silent, trying to process the things the boy was saying. The time travel theory was beginning to seem less like a possibility, as there no way he could be related to somebody who was stupid enough to refer to Butler by his first name. It was very possible this was a imposter who had studied them, and didn't know that nobody referred to Butler by "Domovoi".

Then again, this was the brother that tried to eat his hamster.

Even the twins themselves knew this guy had said something wrong. Beckett, the toddler, was just staring at the boy with a clearly surprised look, while Myles just muttered "simpleton".

"You're not in the future," Artemis said, peeking out from behind Butler, "You are Beckett Fowl?"

"That I am!" The boy chirped.

Artemis nodded his head. Not that it changed anything. He still had his suspicions. He needed some way know for sure. He needed something that a person couldn't research, something only Beckett from the future and himself could know. He tapped his finger five times, something that helped him to think more clear, another downside from the Atlantis Complex.

That's when the thought occurred to him. What if he was to create a secret code between him and the twins? It would be just like when he was in the past, and he had the thought to send back a note that asked for the help of Mulch Diggums. If this "Beckett" really was his brother from the future, then he was bound to know this code. He just needed to think of it.

"What's the name of our uncle, who is a psychiatrist?" He asked. Butler gave Artemis a strange look, and was about to say something along the lines of "you don't have a uncle who's a psychiatrist," but Artemis gave him a certain look, letting him know it was alright.

No, if this was just some guy who was trying to gain their trust, he would have said "we don't have one", and would prove his false identity. However, if this was Beckett, he would say….

"Oh! You mean uncle Colfer Niall D'Mencha?"

Artemis gave a small smile.

"Hello, Beckett," he welcomed. Butler had a very confused look on his face, confused as to how Artemis was so sure. He would have to fill the bodyguard in later.

"Colfer Niall D'Mencha," the future Beckett muttered to himself, "C Niall D'Mencha…Senile Dementia! Hey, I just got that! That explains why Myles always laughed when you went over that code with us. Wait…you are Artemis, aren't you?"

"Yes Beckett. You're in the past. The year 2010, to be exact."

"2010? So I must be, like, three, right?"

It was then, that the future Beckett caught a look at the twins in the corner, and his face lit up. He ran over to the two boys, and squatted down to their level.

"We were…I mean, although now I guess it would be are, so cute," he practically squealed. Artemis started to get out his communication device, prepared to call Holly.

"Look at me," the future Beckett continued, and picked up baby Myles, "Hi there, Beckett. I'm you, from the future."

Meanwhile, the baby Beckett, just continued to stare from his place from the ground, wondering why this new stranger was calling his brother by his name.

"You're going to grow up to be just like me," future Beckett cooed to Myles, "You won't be as smart as Myles and Artemis, but what you'll lack in high IQ, you'll make up with a huge heart and spirit. And even though Myles will be smarter, you will always come up with a plan to get the better of him." He looked over to Butler and Artemis, "Have I dug the bear trap yet?"

"You have," Butler responded, deciding it would be pointless to mention the fact he was holding the wrong twin.

"He can't even tell himself apart from his brother," Artemis couldn't help but mutter out loud, and called Holly.

Haven City

Holly Short was not on the surface chasing down a rouge troll, nor was she detaining any goblins. At that moment in time, she wasn't even on duty. Instead, she was on her futon bed, sick with the fairy equivalent of the flu, called crym. Her hair was messy, her skin was sweaty, and she was surprise she wasn't suffocating on her on mucus.

All of that said, she still wanted to go to work. A little break out of crym had never stopped her, or anyone, for that matter, from going to work. In fact, she was pretty sure that just moving around helped. However, due to all the close calls lately, the council decided that it should be mandatory that sick fairies take the day off. The last thing they wanted was an entirely sick police department, should a mastermind try and destroy them all again.

The annoying thing about fairy sicknesses, was that they were mostly immune to magic. Using normal magic on a fairy illness did about as much good as giving a dwarf an air freshener. It wouldn't make the sickness worse, unless you were unfortunate enough to have Spelltropy, but it would just be a waste of magic. This was especially true when it came to crym. Other fairy illnesses could at least be mostly cured if you hired a medical warlock, but not crym. Even someone with enough power as N1 couldn't cure her, and he had tried. Twice.

She just had to wait the three days it took to get back to normal, and it was going to be the longest three days she would ever have to endure.

"I could try and cure you again."

N1 had refused to leave her bedside, afraid that the moment he did, she might just die. That was the exact reason it would be the longest three days of her life.

"No, N1," Holly croaked, "It's like the human expression says. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing twice, and expecting different results."

"But this would be the third time I try!" The little demon objected. Holly let out a heavy sigh, and made a mental note to kill whoever it was, who told him she was sick.

"You're missing the point, N1-"

"But what if you get worse? What if it turns into a mixture of Atlantis Complex and Spelltropy? We have to try something!"

At that very moment, her communicator went off. She grinned. Saved.

"Hello?" She said into the phone, trying to sound as unsick as possible

"Holly, it's Artemis," said the voice on the other end, "We have a problem…how fast can you come with N1?"

Before you stop reading, I want to do a little experiment. I want to see how many reviews a chapter gets if you tell people to review, as opposed to not caring one way or another. I want to know if just mentioning the word review in a authors note can get people to review, or of people are passive either way. On the last chapter, when I said "I don't care if you review or not" I got four reviews. I want to compare that to a chapter, where the author asks for reviews, so people, review! It will really take ten seconds. Please?

Again, if somebody could maybe point out grammar errors, that would be fantastic. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

I had fun writing future Beckett. I really do love him, and Myles too. If somebody can point out a good story about them, I would love that person.

I really have nothing else to say on this chapter, except that it was fun to write. I tried to make it longer, do you think it still can be, or am I good the way I am?

Jeanne