Disclaimer: I do not own the series Artemis Fowl, all rights below to its rightful author….etc. (You guys get the idea. If I owned the novel, the female protagonist would NOT have been Holly)

Just a heads up, a lot of dead characters will have never died in this story. For example, Coral Short. This story will also have quite a bit of flashbacks. I promise that chapter two will be 100% flashback free…probably…Also, I probably need a beta reader. Grammar Nazis are more than welcome. As a side note, I am terrible at writing flashbacks, so most of them will have an omniscient view. Don't have too much fun flaming.

Cha. 1

Opal sat in her leather recliner, her head leaned back into the seat as she popped a truffle in her mouth. A stupid smile could be seen across her features. Today was the day Koboi Industries partnership with Fowl Industries would be finally confirmed, but that was to the main focus. Artemis had promised her a date, that was a lot more important than just a couple billion dollars. Letting out a content sigh, she thought back to her life more than a couple decades ago.

(A couple decades ago)

"Opal! Please go out with me!" A blonde elf bowed down before the pixie, known as Opal, while offering a box of truffles. Opal calmly took the truffles then looked him straight in the eye.

"F*** off." Opal kindly raised her elegant middle finger at the low-life. The blonde elf then received permanent psychological damage, which in result caused him to run away with tears streaming down his face. The pixie only shrugged her shoulders and walked away, popping a truffle into her mouth. She let out a loud sigh as she recalled the past few days. In just four days, the amount of confessions she received numbered the hundreds. It was sad that the only confession she wanted was never delivered. Her main focus would be the Science Fair. If she won, the victory would boost her ego indefinitely and hopefully impress Artemis.

…

Artemis sat behind his giant wooden desk, his eyes scanning over the information presented on his computer screen. His eyebrows furrowed at his company's current status. A net worth less than Koboi Industries; how was he supposed to show his face in front of his date? He picked up the communicator lying on his desk and typed in a number. After a few dials, the line connected. With a few short sentences, Artemis made sure that his company would have a net worth above Koboi Industries temporarily. His conversation with the receiver involved accepting manufacturing orders and the purchase of truffles… a lot of truffles. After his orders were carried out, Artemis relaxed into his chair with a smirk. Looking to the clock on the wall, he thought back to a couple decades ago. The day when he first fell in love with a certain pixie.

(A couple decades ago)

Artemis shifted around in his seat, his eyes looking everywhere but the teacher. What he didn't know, was that a fairy was glancing at him every few seconds. Their eyes met for just a second as Artemis turned his head right on time, the two's gazes held for an awkward second, then averted to the side.

"Ms. Short," the teacher called out.

"Yes?"

"Would you please come up here and explain what your science fair project is?" Holly Short groaned internally, then reluctantly stood up. She looked around the room to see her centaur friend, Foaly, offer her a thumbs up as encouragement. With a grimace of pain, she walked up to the board. All the while, one thought dominated her mind: 'Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to do a study on Swear Toads.'

With a look of complete shame, Holly explained her project. It was no surprise that the whole class laughed. She stole a look at Artemis, and saw him barely concealing his giggles. Her heart sank as he finally burst into a fit of laughter. She hung her head and returned to her seat, regretting her decision to pick this class. This decision could be attributed to one Artemis Fowl, her childhood friend and current possibly-hopefully-maybe love interest. As she sat down, Artemis tapped her on the shoulder.

"I think that's a very unique idea."

All of a sudden, her classmates' sounds of mocking no longer mattered.

…

(Back to Opal's flashback)

As class ended for Opal, she immediately made her way to her ''future husband's'' classroom. Like many times before, she waited in front of the door for Artemis, who appeared shortly after her arrival. She pretended to be walking across the sidewalk when her eye "accidentally" met his, she smiled and walked over to him.

"Good day Artemis, how do you do?" She added a hint of mesmer into her voice, though it was barely recognizable.

"F-fine," Artemis stuttered. Since his youth, Artemis had always had a weakness for beautiful organisms. Consequently, Opal Koboi most placed in the highest tier of beauty in his biased opinion. However, it was not beauty alone that attracted him, there was another trait that greatly attracted his attention: her intelligence. There was also the fact that through some string of fate (actually through Opal's careful string-pulling) Opal happened to be in every school he arrived in. But the pixie was someone Artemis would never be able to approach; Artemis would most likely be engaged with another female for the betterment of Fowl Industries. In other words, a political marriage is more than certain.

"You seem tired," Opal started off, then silently steeled her nerves "I allow you to accompany me to a restaurant that I definitely didn't reserve for my friends only to remember that I have none." Opal mentally slapped herself for sounding so stuck up and pathetic.

"I'd love to," Artemis replied.

"Splendid, I'll expect you to arrive at…"

"Arty! Wait up!" Opal was interrupted as a certain female elf called out to Artemis. She then felt a wave of envy, wishing that she could also call her love interest by a nickname. The elf that interrupted her was the one and only Holly Short. In her words, the female elf with ADHD and a way too cheerful view of society.

"As I was saying, I'll expect you to arrive at Police Plaza in two hours."

"Yes, I'll be there!"

(This is still an unofficial story)