A/N: Whoops! Hehe. Almost didn't make my own deadline. In my own defense, this epilogue gave me more trouble than I'd expected. I went through maybe three different versions before combining them into this. Also, I've been busy, and honestly I've lost some interest in romance, at least temporarily. Although I did manage to fangirl properly over Doppler and Amelia when I watched Treasure Planet today. Tee hee. :) Oh, for anyone who cares, I recommend the book Capt. Hook. I'm reading it right now; it's quite good.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyfing, which is probably for the best. Fanfiction is funner (yes, "funner"), and I don't have to hide from rabid readers. Yay for Mr. Colfer (and Walt Disney)!

AFHSAFHSAFHS

Five Years Later

"Hey, we're home," Holly called from the door, shaking rain off her boots. Beside her, Artemis set out the umbrella to dry. "How's it going?"

Myles and Beckett poked their heads out from the next room. "Good," they called. "We're studying."

"Where's Percy?" asked the auburn-haired woman.

"He's in here with us," Beckett answered, waving a hand in the general direction of the room.

"You two are both simpletons," Myles accused for the millionth time. "Who names their son Perseus?"

"Who names their son Artemis?" countered Artemis as he stepped forward to reclaim his son from the ten-year-old twins. The three-year-old was playing happily on the floor, apparently not bothered at all by the textbooks around him.

"Arty! Holly!" Angeline descended the stairs joyfully, followed by her husband. "How did it go in Haven?"

Holly shrugged, grinning. "No attempts to take over the world, at least. We were just there to catch up. Foaly was eager to show off his new Neutrinos." She turned to Artemis junior, who had emerged carrying their son. "Percy!" The black-haired toddler immediately reached out for her; she held him on her hip. "How were things here?"

"Quiet," Angeline said smilingly, "although Percy found a particular pleasure in making tall buildings and then knocking them down." Holly and Artemis glanced at their son, who looked back up at them with innocent hazel eyes. "Do you two want anything to eat? We've already had lunch."

"So have we," Artemis replied. "Thank you, though."

"Actually," Holly put in guiltily, "a sandwich would be great." She handed Percy back to her husband, and Angeline waved for her to follow her to the kitchen. Of course she already knew where it was; she had lived there for five years. It was girl talk time.

Percy tugged at his father's shirt. "Help me with my blocks, pleeease," he requested, putting his best cute grin. Artemis agreeably followed him into the room he'd been in before and knelt down to hear his son point out every detail of the castle made of building blocks. ". . . And this is the gate, and this is where Butler stays . . ."

"Where is Butler?" Artemis asked suddenly.

Mr. Fowl answered from the doorway. "He's in America, actually, visiting Juliet. You remember she bought an apartment in Chicago? I let him know you and Holly got back safely, but you'll want to call him later." Artemis junior nodded.

"Arty, Foaly's on the phone. You want to talk?" Holly poked her head around the corner, looking for her husband and his charge. She found them on the floor with building blocks.

"Sure, although I'm not sure how much we could have to discuss already." Artemis stood to accept the "phone" – more accurately, the fairy communicator – and Holly took his place by their son. The black-haired man stepped into the next room out of courtesy. "Hello, Foaly. How are things in Haven since we left? Any more nanowafer glitches I can help with?"

Holly inspected the building-block structure, then turned to its creator. "What are you building, Percy?"

The boy was deeply concentrated on his project, but his mother's question attracted his attention. "A castle, like Fowl Manor," Percy said decisively as he placed a few more blocks along the edge. "Daddy's helping me."

"Is he?" Holly smiled. "He told me he was going to read to you today. Did he say anything about that?"

"Yes," complained the boy. "Something silly. The story of Prince Ahmed and – ?"

" – and Periebanou," finished the auburn-haired woman. The boy nodded. "I know that one."

"Holly, I'm putting the phone on the counter," called Artemis from the kitchen. "While I'm here, do you want something to eat?"

Holly laughed aloud. "Did you learn to cook in the last twenty-four hours and not tell me?" she teased.

Now it was Artemis who poked his head out. "I'm going to ignore that. Do you want anything?" She shook her head, and he came to sit beside her.

"Daddy, my wall keeps falling down," Percy said, turning sad hazel eyes toward his father, who leaned forward to give construction advice.

Holly simply looked on with amusement. "He is just like you."

Artemis glanced at her. "I am the source of half his genes."

"Shut up, Arty." When Percy quickly looked up in shock, she hastily amended herself, "Sorry, we don't say 'shut up.' Be quiet, Arty." Her mismatched eyes shone with suppressed laughter, though.

Artemis turned his gaze back to their son. "You're right; he is like me. I think he could use a sister to balance him out. We could name her Diana, or Coral, after your mother. What do you think?"

Holly grinned suddenly. "Hey, Arty," she said. "Guess what?"

~Fin~