This morning when I got up and was making breakfast I dropped a frying pan on my toe. Mr. Toe was not happy.

Chapter 4: Artemis, Artemis, Artemis?

Fowl Manor, Parlour

Missy Pov

Once the man finished talking there was utter silence once more. I could hear a clock tick somewhere. I could hear Angeline's anguished breathing.

Everything was so on edge. He was looking at me, the man who was supposed to be my father. And he... looked like me… Rather I looked like him as I'd been told since forever. Yeah we looked alike, same eyes, same hair, same nose but there the similarity stopped. This guy looked positively battle scarred like he'd been dragged through a rainforest by a rabid elephant or something. He had fading scars and he walked with a slight limp as if his leg wasn't right. Nevertheless he was handsome and I could see what he would have looked like fifteen years ago.

I looked back at him as he scrutinized me as well and I felt…nothing.

Zilch.

I know I should have felt something but no. I was utterly emotionless other than the odd curiosity over his scars, slightly bored maybe. The back of my knee was itchy. Probably because I'd been sitting in the same position so long but then again I didn't want to move either as it would draw attention to me, I'd rather they look at the floor or each other or even my shoes, just not me!

I'd been stared at enough.

I suppose if I were to say years later what emotion I felt then I would say anger. Not anger at my father for not being there, not anger at his family for being there, not even anger at Mam. No ladies and gentlemen I felt angry at Arty.

Simple as that.

Why was he allowed to have both parents when I was left with less than half? Why did his father love his mother? Why was my mother the odd one out? Why? We were only different by a few chromosomes by my reckoning. It had just been chance that I was conceived later? Right?

But at that time I didn't really understand why I felt how I did? Now did I know what Arty had done to actually have both parents there with him.

The minute he'd walked in I'd known who he was. I was almost expecting him to go "Missy! I am your father!" But no, sadly no Darth Vader moment.

I gave them a few minutes to let it all sink in.

"I'm Sorry Angeline I really am." He said again. Sorry doesn't cut it Mister. You should have thought of this when you were shoving your-

"Artemis I know this must be hard…"

Huh? What could he mind read? He was talking to me? No wait. He was talking to Arty…We-eird…

And then "And I'm truly sorry to you as well!"

Whe-ell! This time he was talking to me!! Yeah, I think they'd had enough time to let it sink in. Time to blow this Popsicle stand.

I stood up.

"You know it's kinda funny…" I began trying to lighten the mood. All three pair of eyes were on me. Five blue, one brown.

"He's Artemis" I rolled my eyes toward Arty. "Your Artemis" I pointed, "And I'm Artemis" I smiled.

"And here I thought it was a rare name…Rare my as-foot!" I chuckled slightly something telling me they would be more offended by the curse that the fact I was a bastard.

OH! MY CRACKERS! WERE THESE PEOPLE ON POT OR SOMETHING!!!

I mean that was bloody hilarious! Three effin' Artemises Under the same room! This was like a frickin' convention or something! Laugh people! Do something!

Whoppsie-dee the just looked at me like I was fucking hypnotized or something.

Yeah… whatever….

I sighed and picked up my bag. Arty was the first to react. He jumped up and stood with his arms folded as if to prevent me leaving. It's a free country buddy! You ain't gonna do no experiment on me! How I knew this, that he wanted to take my blood and do tests is beyond me…genetic telepathy and whatnot….Who cares... I was leaving.

Next was Angeline. She jerked, as if waking and blinked.

"Look I'm really sorry for all this…If I'd known what trouble I'd cause I would never have come, honestly! But like I'm gonna leave…never to darken your doorstep again and all that jazz..." I stepped towards the door.

"No."

Retake.

Cheated on wife stops husbands illegitimate child from leaving her house.

Am I the only one to see something wrong with this picture?

"No! You can't go! Because I'm your fairy God-Mother! And together we must save the world from the vengeance of the homosexual rodents! With help from the munckins! Oh and Santa is real!"

Now that would have been cool!

But actually she said:

"No, you can't go. Not after what Ro- your mother asked in her letter."

She couldn't say Mam's name and yet she wanted me to stay. To take the name of Fowl?

Whoah…My Daddy has one hec of wife!

"You-you have to stay with us. Timmy and I have a responsibility to you now! We have to take care of you!" She said the last bit as if to make herself believe it too then glanced at my father.

I swear I saw Arty ogle his mother for a second in surprise before composing himself. And who could blame him I was flabbergasted. Creepy how much we look alike...heh…

My father was quite surprised as well but he just nodded. I can see who wears the pants in this house err... mansion.

But hey I wouldn't go without a fight.

"You really don't have to do this you know… seriously its okay… and I quote 'She a smart lass and she can manage herself.' "

"There's no way I can let a young girl like yourself live alone." Angeline said and as if that closed the discussion.

But there was something just so wrong with this picture and yet somehow it felt like such a family thing. Huh? Family? Like out of a fairy tale right?

What next Elves and Pixies?

Boy did I ever make a good guess seeing as what happened next! Was I gonna freak out or what!?

Half an hour later I found myself in this nifty bedroom. Angeline said I could spend the night here in the guest suite, while she got a proper room prepared for me.

A room for me? In this castle like place? Out in the middle of nowhere? To live with my newly discovered fathers family?

How did a day that started with me dropping a frying pan on my toe end up like this? I groaned falling into bed. What the hell just happened to my life?

And then I decided… Meh… So what? Shit happens…

Fowl Manor, Master Bedroom

Normal POV

She stood at the window a battle raging within her soul. On one hand she felt anger, hot molten bubbling, boiling anger. The clasp of heart wrenching betrayal. And on the other she felt pity, such pity that she wanted to weep even when the grief was not hers to bear. But she felt responsible. It was her husband after all who was the father of this girl. And then the anger returned in full force. How could he? Didn't he love her?

Of course he loved her. So much that he had changed himself just for her. Angeline rested her head against the cool window pane; it was no mean feat what he Timmy had done. She scrunched he eyes shut. Why? Why was this so difficult? She sighed.

What ever had happened, had already happened. She couldn't live in the past, was her decision. Opening her eyes she smiled. If there was to be any anger it was to be directed to the fates, she was not going to live in regret. She would forgive him, if not now then over time. And she would love her. Love that girl as her own. After all she'd been through she deserved it.

Hearing her husband walk into the room she smiled, turning to face him. He appeared apprehensive but she simply danced over to embrace him, murmuring, an "I forgive you" into his ear before welcoming him home.

Lilly: Finally it's typed!! I thought I would never finish! Kudos to Laurry for the editing!

Laurry: Merci! Also sorry I know it was just Missy this chappy but this was originally supposed to be part of the last chapter but it got too long.

Lilly: I admit people my Artemis is like very OOC but he's just soo hard to write!! Anyhoo Holly up next! Wootwoot!

Laurry: Okay peoples feel free to guess what happens next kay? Plot wise! ^-^

Lilly: Other than that..reviews! I wuvs you alls! XD