A/N Just watched Zombieland, my favourite movie in the world, mm hm. Anyhow, gunna attempt fluff and awkward situations that I'm sure would want a few main characters to want to kill me in a slow, painful manner. Anyhow, enjoy the authors note that im foing without looking at the screen/ keyboard. xD

FOWL MANOR

Holly stood outside the looming door of the mansion she had seen many, many times. Kelp had swiftly kicked her behind to Fowl's with a grimace on his face and a glare in his eyes. He did not appreciate her choice of where she was to stay for the next two weeks.

But... that was one of her many reasons, none of which, (with much self-denial) involved anything... schemey. That's not a word, she told herself.

Well, she thought to herself, saying anything else would mean admitting things.

Things like what? Hm? What could she possibly hide from herself?

Probably things emotional. Those things suck. A lot. And Trouble wasn't helping.

Suddenly coming here felt like a bad idea.

Where the hell was Artemis anyway? The security cameras should have picked her up immediately from several hundred yards away. Must have begun to lose his grip on his security, giving Butler a break and whatnot.

Of course, right then, the door flew open to a pale, elongated boy.

"Holly!"

She almost jumped in surprise, blushing as he put his long arms around her and lifting her off the ground. Since when was Arty so... strong?

She chuckled, and managed to recover her flushed face quickly. "Didn't realize the little mud-boy could lift 35 pounds."

He grinned slightly and put her down, his own face blushing as well.

"You are well aware that I am more than capable of lifting your small frame."

"Is that a compliment?" she sneered, then pushed him out of the way with ease, "now let me in, I got some... er... stuff to lug in."

"Stuff?" he parroted.

"Uh, yeah. Two weeks, remember genius?" He frowned, realizing something slightly discomforting. "What?" she asked, seeing the look on his face.

"Hm, nothing. Not yet. Shall we go in?" he said, motioning the doorway and bowing slightly.

"Oh, quite the formal act Arty, this is a... somewhat friendly visit!" she grabbed his hand and pulled him inwards, slamming the door behind her with finality.

The only thought going through Artemis' mind was the warmth of Holly's tiny hand gently pulling him along to one of the main living areas of the manor.

In this particular room, the carpet was dark, velvety red with beautiful gold lining. The curtains matched perfectly, and were so thick that on the brightest of days, the light would stop, the loudest of storms, the sound muted like a dead scream. It was almost an eerie room, the sheer overwhelming existence of it, but it was not unfamiliar to the pair.

A few stains were on the carpet, each one connected to a story belonging to (typically) Holly having an outburst, followed by an outburst of sheer horror from the young prodigy, followed by a light, nervous laugh, oops, then a quick reassurance that it would wash out with a little water, which, as it happens, would not. At all.

Of course, the same rule applied to the curtains and loveseat and... basically whatever else the elf could get her small, nimble hands on.

Speaking of said couch, Holly promptly plopped her body down with a light thud, the cushioning exhaling slightly, than a motion towards the spot next to her. Artemis sighed and considered refusing, just to entice a little fight from her.

She, knowing him too well, it seemed, glared at him playfully, and causing him to suddenly think better of toying with her. Instead, he simply grinned childishly.

The elf stared as he sat, with a large, satisfied grin planted on his face.

"Surely, it hasn't been that long since I've been here?" she said coyly, "miss me... that much?"

Artemis blushed slightly, and avoided looking her in the eyes.

"Of course not! Our telephone conversations have kept me entirely aware of your well-being. Your presence is never forgotten or missed."

Holly frowned. Only slightly, but she felt rather disappointed really. Then she frowned at herself. Boy, she was frowning a lot lately. But she had no reason to be disappointed! It was Arty, the damn, almost heartless Mud-man who fought against... and with... her on way too many occasions. Then she chuckled at the thought. At least the 'against' part was enjoyable, almost cute, banter the two shared on a regular basis.

Of course, Artemis did not miss the wide range of emotions flashing across Holly's face. He reacted quickly. Probably too quickly, he speculated.

"I didn't mean it that way, and you know it." She pouted, puffing out her lips. Highly uncharacteristic, they both realized, but she went along with it anyway.

"Well, you could have been a little nicer about it."

"Nicer about it?" he repeated, playing her game. He was well accustomed to this, and didn't necessarily mind it.

"Yes!" she turned her nose up and away in a sulking manner. He chuckled, then got to something that had been nagging him.

"So... what exactly did you do in order to get you,the great Holly Short, kicked out of the LEP?"

"I was not kicked out!" she scoffed, "merely..."

"Suspended. Removed temporarily. Forcibly excited -er- exitted?" he asked, trying to cover up his mistake. Excited? Did he just say excited? His face flushed all kinds of red. And, as much as it pained her, she thought of Root's face, and it's... er... many shades of red.

"Y-yes," she stuttered, wondering exactly what would prompt to make such a mistake. She brought the conversation back to where it belongs. "I turned down the Commanders request to become lovers in a way that suits me best."

"That best suits you," he corrected non-nonchalantly. She shot him a glare, and he motioned for her to continue.

"Anyway, he decided to," her face flashed in discomfort, "show physically how he felt. And I mean very physically."

Artemis' mouth dropped in shock. He forced himself on her?

A sudden, overwhelming anger struck Artemis, and he didn't know how to react. He sat there, his heart pounding and mind numb with a frustration at sorts.

"So I decided to show him how I felt. Physically of course."

Then Artemis' heart felt like it had stopped completely. Not a little jump of skip he felt around her occasionally, which worried him some days about his hearts exact condition. That was surely not good.

"You mean- you- I- er... what?" he said, dumbfounded. Holly chuckled, hoping for this reaction. She sort of enjoyed misleading the poor Mud-man a little. But her heart skipped, why would she want him upset over the possibility of her being... escorted... by another man?

"Relax, relax. I punched him so hard in the face I think magic won't fix his damn nose. Frond knows that the pompous jerk deserved it."

Artemis sighed in relief, something else Holly took note of, her cheeks heating slightly. Why was she doing this? Honestly! It felt like torture, just sitting and talking as if they were an old married couple of Dwarves. Nothing more obnoxious than that.

She scoffed loudly at the thought, and Artemis raised an eyebrow. She shook her head, signalling it was just nothing.

"Yes, well, I have some interesting news of my own."

"Mhm," she mumbled, suddenly not interested due to that it was probably not interesting. At all.

"Butler is leaving." She looked over to him, slightly surprised. "It gets better, honestly. He's taking everyone with him. Everyone. Meaning he intentionally left you and me here alone to poke fun at the... er... relationship we've had over time."

Relationship? What was that supposed to mean, she thought, wide-eyed.

"We argue so much that he told me he made a bet with my mother and father that eventually one of would crack and have to leave the house temporarily. I, of course, reacted as if I were offended and decided to, how does the saying go, spice the deal up. I had assumed he would be gone anywhere between a day and a week, but it appears he plans on staying well away from the house for the full two weeks you're staying here, excluding today, of course."

"You talk way to much," Holly muttered, and Artemis stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. God knows why he would do something so childish. Holly smiled and leaned over, poking him in the side of his cheek.

She didn't know why, but it felt like time to play a game.

He looked over to her as if she had just done something incredulous. Then, frowning he, poked her with his long, slender fingers in her forehead roughly, then turned away to face the gargantuan television in the room to watch the nose.

Of course, this meant war.

"Game on Arty."

"What?"

A second later, he was tackled by the short humanoid who was poking him as if her life depended on it. She jabbed continuously in the sides, causing him to laugh painfully while trying to protect his sides.

"H-Holly, ss-stop! Puh-please!" he begged, trying to roll out from underneath her light frame.

"Nevah!" she yelled, continuing her assault on his ticklish sides.

"Butler! Butler! Help!" he shouted, hoping his body guard would end this pleasurable torture.

No such help came.

"That's not fair Fowl!" she shouted, attempting to cover his mouth with her hand, but he bit lightly and she let go.

He didn't know what to do. She wasn't stopping, and he knew that the one thing that he could do was hardly a foot away.

So in a last ditch attempt, he reach out, grabbed her head and brought it down to meet his eyes, matching hers perfectly, then stared intently.

She could feel the warmth of his breath. Suddenly, everything felt painfully slow. Enjoyable warm on the floor. Comfortable, really. Inviting. And on her cheek, she felt something wet, followed by a blue spark erupting from her friends lips as they made contact with said cheek.

Her mind went numb for a moment. Then, before she could react, she lost track of where her large Mud-man went. He was no longer below her, that was for sure, but she still remained frozen.

Most due to the fact that Artemis crawled over, and whispered into her ear, "I win, Short. Game. Over." and sat back down on the loveseat, leaving Holly practically quivering. It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

Meanwhile, Butler cursed as he handed one-hundred dollars to his younger sister from behind the door.

"Thanks Dom, told you he'd kiss her. I'm gooood," she chuckled, walking away.

A/N Sorry guys, I was retardedly busy over the weekend. This is up Halloween, and it will be up again on Thursdays. Yay. Anyhow, love the games, and the writer. Comments make my day so much better. Review! And try to point out exactly what I could do better. Thanks :D