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Wolfie: I'm glad you like it. I love cheesecakes. XD I also thought it would be funnier than if he was helping to make a regular sponge cake or something like that.

Art's Girl: Roger. I shall be posting more, undoubtably. This story is too fun to write to stop.

luvvcaptainjack: I just realized that yeah, it is barely fluffy. I should add more. Lol. It's good on the fun meter, I think. The fluff can be heightened. I'm glad you like it, though.

Reece

Reece tugged at the collar of her Oxford shirt as she munched on a crossiant for breakfast. No deliciously cooked breakfast for her today, not if she had to make it and with so little time. She had to be in class by nine, twenty minutes from now. After two more weeks of freedom, -if you call having to 'hang out' with Artemis Fowl freedom; his idea of hanging out was to be in the same room while they each typed away at their laptops- she was back at school. Saint Delia's School For Girls and Saint Leander's School For Boys started an hour later than other schools because the schools took pity on their wealthy students, letting them have an hour to sleep in. The two schools were a set; one co-ed school split in two.

She took her two vitamins with a gulp of milk each. One was an all-around vitamin, the other was her Ester-C vitamin. Artemis was getting ready to go in his room.

Flashback: Reece

Reece watched Artemis glare at his computer screen for an hour before asking what was the matter. He had replied that his mother wanted him to go to Saint Leander's, the twin school of Saint Delia's, so he could continue to keep Reece company until her parents came home.

Reece rolled her eyes. She wondered why Angeline Fowl thought she needed babysitting so badly, and why Kelvin couldn't do that for Artemis. The last time she met the woman was when she was about five, so it was reasonable that Mrs Fowl still thought of her as a helpless child.

End Flashback

On top of it all, no one knew when her mother and father were coming back, so Artemis was staying indefinitley. Which meant that any day her parents could come back and he would be able to go back home. Butler and Kelvin had both agreed that because of the uncertainty of the whole situation, it would be easiest if Artemis shared an apartment with Reece rather than getting his own.

Butler and Kelvin weren't even in Glasgow, Scotland, where St Leander's and St Delia's was. Bodyguards were not allowed near school grounds, end of story. Therefore, the two were taking a mini-vacation, just hanging around Castle Stuart and doing whatever bodyguards did in their free time.

Reece never knew her bodyguard was such a sadist. She wanted her privacy, damn it! It was a good-sized apartment, but Reece and Artemis were used to roomier dwellings, obviously, considering the size of their estates. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were one large room, with the kitchen at one end, the dining room in between, and the couch marking the entrance to the living room end of the room at the other end. There were two bedrooms, and one bathroom. Reece actually had to share a bathroom, which she had never done before. And, her first time sharing a bathroom would be with a male. It would be an interesting experience.

"Ready?" Artemis walked in from his room, decked in the St Leander's school uniform consisting of black slacks, black loafers, white Oxford shirt and navy blue blazer. In his hand he carried his school-required leather briefcase and his car keys.

Butler had decided to let Artemis drive the Bentley while going to St Leander's, on the condition that he had to give Reece a lift as well. The schools were far enough away that you had to drive. Reece had been going to St Delia's since she started high school, and had usually carpooled with a friend. This was faster, though.

"Yes. Let's go." Reece grabbed her school-required leather backpack and grabbed her apartment keys off the side table near the front door. She tugged on her skirt as she walked out the door and down the stairs to the parking lot. She didn't like school uniforms. Girls going to St Delia's had to wear a navy pleated skirt that was on the shorter side, white knee or thigh-high socks, black dress shoes, a white Oxford shirt, and a light blue blazer.

Reece had always wondered why administrators made the skirts short and had you wear knee socks when you were going to a school which was named after a saint. She did like wearing a uniform for one reason. It meant she could get up as late as possible, grab a crossiant, throw on her uniform without having to put together an outfit, and be out the door in minutes.

Reece tossed her backpack in the backseat and strapped herself in, pushing her hair out of her face. She wanted to see Artemis's driving skills. She hadn't even known if he had a liscense, but supposed it was a no-brainer. He was seventeen, going to be eighteen in March, of course he would have a liscense. She still had to take her driver's liscense test, even though she was already sixteen. She had skipped it when an opportunity to watch a NASA take-off while actually being there, in the station, had arose.

Artemis turned the key in the ignition and backed out, speeding off to the schools.

Artemis

Artemis wanted Ardnt and Victoria Stuart to come back from their honeymoon. Very badly.

The boys in his class were stuck up and rude. They passed snide comments at every given opportunity about anything. His hair, his complexion, being a new student, all of it. He didn't care much about that. But teachers who failed you for being over-reaching? That was too much. He could almost miss St Bartleby's. Almost.

Besides the teachers, it wasn't that different from St Bartleby's. After his first class session of Trigonometry, he had been signed up for a psychologist appointment. How typical.

The one good thing about St Leander's and St Delia's was that you were allowed to leave the campus for an hour for lunch. Not that there was anywhere nearby he had deemed suitable to dine at. But then, he didn't know the area.

He swung by St Delia's, hunted for Reece, and dragged her to the car so she could help him find a restaurant for lunch. She pointed him to the nearest Starbucks. He outright refused. She yelled that it was his fault that he had roamed around aimlessly for the past half hour, so that they had no time to go anywhere else and would have to settle for Starbucks. He muttered darkly and ended up with black coffee and coffee cake. To escape his moodiness, Reece stuck her head out the window on the ride back to school and let the wind whip her hair to and fro.

When he got back, Artemis remembered that he had an appointment with the school's psychologist that session. He took his time making his way to the psychologists' offices. He had an appointment with a 'E. Clairmont', as the slip said. He found the right office and walked in without knocking.

Automatically he thought the had gone into the wrong office. A woman in her early thirties looked up from the computer on her desk. She had smokey brown hair that curled to her shoulders and dark green eyes. She stood, and walked around from behind the desk, holding out hand.

"You must be Artemis Fowl. I am Elizabeth Clairmont," she smiled.

Artemis wore a puzzled frown. He had always been paired with male psychologists. And what was a female psychologist doing in an all male school?

"Hello. Where shall I sit?" He wanted to get this over with so he could go back to class and get a month ahead of everyone else so he wouldn't have to even show up for class for a while. Not that it mattered. Senior year wasn't a very academic year anyways. He only had to take four out of seven classes. Seniors were allowed free sessions to allow time for part-time jobs and such.

"Anywhere you like. You aren't required to sit. You can look around if you wish." She walked back to her swivel chair and looked to her computer for a few moments. She clicked the mouse a few times and then turned to Artemis. She had been closing all her windows, apparently.

"Why are you in my office?"

Artemis looked at her, keeping his composure while wanting to make a face. This woman was obviously new at this. All information on the subject was supposed to be gathered beforehand, so the psychologist could waste no time in getting right to it and solving the problem.

"Because I provided an answer too intelligent for someone of my age," he settled upon.

"I see. Tell me about yourself, Artemis."

Artemis's eyebrows snapped together in an almost audible click. This woman was being completely unorthodox and would be fired for it. She wasn't even taking any notes, for heaven's sake. Artemis decided to play along.

"I am Artemis Fowl. I live in Ireland. I'm staying here temporarily. I have an IQ that surpasses most people my age and many adults. I have a bodyguard called Butler. I don't like this school and I think your methods of psychiatry are unorthodox and crude. The only reason I am in Scotland at all is because I am staying with a companion while her parents are away."

"What is the name of the companion you are staying with?"

"Reece Stuart."

"Are you related?"

"No."

"Then she must be a close friend, if you agreed to stay with her indefinitley to keep her company."

Artemis paused, thinking this over. "I was coerced into staying with her by my mother."

"I see. Does she go to St Delia's?"

"Yes."

Elizabeth Clairmont leaned back in her chair, looking concerned. Artemis waited her her to speak. She was most likely ready to go back to more conventional methods of psychiatry, Artemis having stumped her while she used her own methods.

She sighed and sat up straighter in her chair, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "I think you should go back to class. Sorry Artemis, but I don't have time for cases like yours, if you can call them that. There is nothing 'wrong' with you, contrary to what your Trigonometry teacher thinks. And, as you obviously have elsewhere you'd rather be, I don't want to waste time trying to get you to admit you have a split personality disorder or some other idiotic disorder your teachers claim you have. Do you need me to write you a hall pass?"

Artemis sat, looking at the psychologist as if she had grown another head. She was giving up? No, not really. Maybe he could take the hall pass and go to the library. His teachers had been adamant in that he was not permitted back in class until he had had a productive session with the psychologist.

"I am not allowed in class until I have had a full session with you," Artemis said slowly.

Elizabeth Clairmont glowered. "Arrogant morons…" She sighed and smiled ruefully at a confused Artemis. "Then we'll just have to make the best of it, won't we? I could use a free hour, I suppose. We'll meet at this time, after lunch hour every day and talk about whatever you like. It seems as if you don't get to do that much."

Artemis nodded, still a tad disoriented at this alien of a psychologist. He wondered how she knew that he didn't communicate intimately with barely anyone.

"Tell me what it's like having an IQ that size. You must have a rough time finding friends who can keep up with you."

Artemis could find no harm in doing so. He was apprehensive at talking deeply with someone else, but found it oddly reassuring that she was a complete stranger. He pondered at the reason.

"Well, Ms Clairmont-"

"Call me Elizabeth."

Yet another peculiarity of this psychologist. Unconventional methods, expressings of intense dislike toward teachers, and want of a first-name basis. Just maybe, he would show up for the appointment tomorrow, rather than make up an excuse.

Ester-C: Ester-C is a real over-the-counter vitamin that keeps you from breaking out. Anyone can take it. I take it, actually. I've never broken out. Maybe that has something to do with me being only fourteen, but whatever.

Good-sized apartment: I actually found an interior I liked of an apartment. It's atwww-dot-acorncourt-dot-com-slash-gallery3-dot-html. All of the pictures shown are how I think the apartment looks, besides the picture of the bedroom. Neither Artemis nor Reece would decorate their bedroom in such a way, with that bedspread and such. Besides that, the main size and window position is how I picture their bedrooms to be. Especially the black leather couch.

Author's hype:

Finally the psychologist gets involved. XD This chapter doesn't have a lot of ArtemisxReece in it, sorries. But the coming of the psychologist marks the real beginning, when Artemis decides that he might want to try a relationship with Reece, just to gather firsthand data on dating and suchlike. Be happy- I just gave you an inside peek at what's going to happen. Can't say any more though. I love surprises.