Chapter 22

Back where we started

Fowl Manor seemed different to Diana. She didn't know why. It was just different. All of them had come back to Fowl Manor, as it was so called, 'nearer' . Diana actually missed the house. It was just so beautiful. She was gazing at the artifacts, she didn't notice David walk toward her.

"Hey, i gotta go to the hospital. I dunno how my mum is doing. "

A nerve sprang in Diana's brain. "Oh yeah, I heard about your mum. " She looked at Artemis across the room. "Sometimes, the nicest people seem so mean. "

David nodded. "I have to agree. I'll see you later. If you're coming to my house. " Diana didn't reply. She didn't want to.

Three hours after David had gone home, Diana was fast asleep on Angeline Fowl's bed. Butler and Artemis were in his room, as usual, checking on that heat processor he had installed earlier that week. After seeing that it had been installed. Artemis took the mouse in his hand, right clicked the window and pressed, 'abort installation. '

"You don't want to do this? " Butler asked Artemis, actually feeling proud of him.

"I have decided, Butler. I am not going to do this. "

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. And Artemis had no idea where Diana was.

"Artemis, darling. How lovely to see you again. " Angeline's warm hug relieved Artemis of all his worries. "Your father and brothers wanted to have a longer vacation, but i wanted to come home. " Angeline Fowl looked at Butler. "How have things been going? "

"Fine, mam. Absolutely fine. "

Angeline Fowl smiled. "Well, that's nice. I am absolutely exhausted though. Maybe i should go and sleep for a while. I shall feel better. "

"Alright, Mother. Rest a while. "

Angeline Fowl walked up to her bedroom, opened the door, and got quite the shock.

Meanwhile, Artemis was going crazy. He was shocked that his mother was here, and even more shocked that he had lost Diana in his own house. He was searching for her, not knowing what was happening in his mother's bedroom. He had to let Diana go back to her home, to her family, whoever that was.

Suddenly, Artemis heard his mother call him. "Arty, dear! Come to my bedroom, will you? " Artemis sighed, and stalked off to hs mother's room. The moment he opened the door. His jaw fell open. There, on his mother's bed, sat Angeline and Diana, and both of them were smiling broadly.

What happened in the room?

"Oh dear me. " Angeline Fowl was quite shocked to see a teenage girl sleeping on her bed. It definitely wasn't Juliet; she wasn't back from her trip yet. Who was this girl? Angeline slowly tapped the girl's shoulder. "Wake up, dear. Are you feeling okay? "

Diana tossed. "Five more minutes, Artemis. "

Angeline's eyes widened. 'She knows my son… '

"No dear. I am not Artemis. I am his mother. "

Diana, after hearing that, bolted upright on her bed and sat down, panting hard. "OH MY GOSH! No, no! I mean, yes! No! Definitely! Did you ask me something? " Diana blurted absolute nonsense. Angeline just had to laugh.

"Relax, dear. Just tell me who you are and where your family lives. "

Diana blushed. "I can answer question one, but not questoin two. "

Artemis just stood there, gaping. There was nothing he could do. His mother had found Diana, and she was going to ask him why she was here. He knew it. He just did.

"It's a very nice thing to do, Arty dear. I am very proud of you. " Angeline said softly. Diana smiled. Of course, Artemis was even more shocked, his brain was almost to the verge of frying. Then he asked firmly, "What is, mother? I am afraid I do not understand. "

Now Angeline smiled. She stroked Diana's hair and said, "Giving someone homeless a place to stay, of course! That is so nice of you, I really am proud of you. I am just so happy! "

A/N: Remember, Artemis doesn't know that Diana is an orphan…

"What!! Homeless? That's ridiculous! " Artemis laughed, but inside, he felt strange. Very strange. But before Angeline could say anything, Diana decided to speak.

"She's right, Artemis. I don't have a home." Diana sighed, and Artemis just couldn't take it. He groaned and sat on the cushion opposite the bed. He just kept breathing, and he did that to cover up the guilt that was forming in his heart. Pure, hurting guilt.