AN; Artemis and co. don't belong to me. Haven't I already made that clear to you people?
Inside the shuttle,
Chute E37; Artic,
One hour later.
There was an odd silence in the shuttle and it didn't make the passengers feel that comfortable.
"I think you're loosing your touch, Foaly," Holly said, trying to start a conversation. "There's still one thing you haven't done."
"What's the?" Foaly asked over the intercom.
Holly grinned.
"You haven't made a girlfriend interjection towards Artemis and Minerva."
The genii sighed.
"Dear God," he breathed. "You're right!"
They waited for him to come up with something.
This was going to be good!
"So Artemis," the centaur finally said. "How's your girlfriend? How was that?"
More silence.
Trouble decided to answer.
"Not good. Holly's right, you're loosing your touch."
Foaly started to panic.
"I've not lost my touch! It's me! Foaly! I've not lost my touch…"
He continued to mutter to himself for a while.
Just outside Chute E37.
Ten minutes later.
The group stood in silence, staring at the plane, white view.
They really had to go, but they were waiting for them to finish.
Holly, Artemis and Butler stood at the front of the group, remembering the last time they had been there.
"So, here we are, "Holly whispered. There were tears in her eyes. "It's been a while. So many things happened up here. I lost a finger."
"You and Artemis worked together for the first time," Butler said.
"And I got a black eye," Artemis added.
"And it was the last time we all went on a proper mission with Root," Holly said.
The three of them exchanged looks, smiling.
They turned to the others.
"For Root," Holly said, raising her first into the air.
"For Root," Trouble said.
"For Root," Artemis and Butler repeated.
"For Root!" the others cried.
AN: R&R!