A new chapter posted from Artemis' POV! Thanks for the kind reviews. A few people asked for a continuation so here you go! Now here is where things might get confusing. In the books, from what I know of Artemis' cloned form, he had the physical appearance of a 15 year old. And by the time he was brought back to life he should have been 19 years old I think. Anyway, bear with me. Holly last seen him when he was 15, and so to her at this point in my AU he's physically 22. (It's been seven years.) But to the rest of the world he should be 26. Yes? Hopefully I didn't lose anyone.

I'll just let you read...

Artemis Fowl was often described as ruthless, manipulative, and malicious by those who interacted with him in the world of business. And at the same time he was described as warm, helpful and selfless by his family and by the charities he gave to endlessly. He wasn't bothered by the contradicting accounts and no one who cared about him was either. Physically his cloned form was 22 but for all intents and purposes he was 26. And at 26 years old, he was wealthy enough to live comfortably for the rest of his life doing nothing if he chose to. But doing nothing, even relaxing wasn't something he enjoyed. He hated being idle, hated letting his mind rest. When he did find himself with nothing to occupy his time it so often led to thoughts of her. The pretty elven woman he'd forced out of his life several years before.

He'd told her it was best for both of them, and surely that wasn't a lie. Not when the simple sight of her made his breath catch in his throat and his heart rate pick up speed. Even though he did not know her, couldn't force himself to remember even the smallest detail of their journey together, he realized that he loved her. It was a frightening feeling, this adoration he felt for the small woman with no memories to base it on. All he knew was that he would do anything Holly Short asked of him, even if it was just to glimpse her smile. And yes he was a different boy then he'd been, less malicious and more compassionate but he still knew enough to realize that she could crush him if she wanted to with one simple rejection. She could break his heart and she would. Nowhere in the description of their relationship did she hint that she returned his feelings and so he surmised that she felt nothing of the same for him.

He remembered enough of himself to know that he needed to quash these feelings before they became obsession. He needed to forget the sight of her face if he was ever to move on. He needed her out of his life. Artemis forced the cool impersonal tone as he thanked her for describing the years that were lost to him. He forced his hands to remain steady, his eyes to remain bored as he calmly asked her to leave him alone. The hurt in her eyes was almost his downfall. He hated to see her dual-colored eyes fill with tears but she didn't protest even as he ached to hear her deny his request. He waited for her to tell him that she wouldn't leave him but all she did was duck her head and speak her goodbye quietly before she turned and flew away.

His life wasn't the same since that moment. He still had dreams of her retreating figure, something inside of him desperate to reach out and call out her name, to beg her to stay. But his dream-self was no different than his waking-self and he relived her departure from his life almost nightly the first few months after he'd returned from the dead.

It wasn't until he'd hit his seventeenth birthday, which was also his twenty-first that he found some measure of a cure for these dreams. His parents had protested vehemently to his plans to go out and get drunk like any young man his age. They knew he wasn't the age his birth certificate proclaimed him to be, even if they were still a little confused over the details. But they were also grateful just to have him back, alive and well under their roof. He explained that despite his physical age he was years above his peers mentally and they'd both reluctantly admitted it was true so he'd left that night with one purpose. To drink the thoughts that plagued him of Holly Short away, at least for a night.

When he'd arrived he found himself surrounded by beautiful women, vying for his attention. It was clear he was wealthy even if they didn't know who he was. He looked young obviously but that didn't seem to bother the women that went to outrageous lengths to gain his attention. And as inebriated as he was, he figured losing himself in another woman was the perfect way to erase Holly from his mind. At first he'd been inclined towards pixie-ish looking women with tanned complexions and slim figures. It wasn't until he had one pressed against a wall, his mouth halfheartedly fused to hers that he realized that he couldn't do this. Not with a woman who resembled her in the least. Because every woman that might remind him of her could not possibly be her and it hurt too much to try and pretend. So he chose what he deemed the opposite, blonde girls with empty thoughts and gleaming eyes. Girls that made it clear what they were after simply by their actions. And it felt good, if not right, to lose himself in them. To be able to turn them away and take one selfish thing for himself in this.

After that his personal lifestyle didn't change. His parents were aware of the women that often visited late at night and left early the next morning. They didn't protest or attempt to discourage his actions, for which he was grateful. But he could see the worry in his mother's eyes and the disappointment in his father's each time he was forced to awkwardly introduce one of his many conquests to them when they didn't leave quick enough.

The only people that seemed willing to talk to him about his loose morals were Butler and his sister Juliet. Of course they also chose to remind him often of the life he still couldn't remember and they were the only ones who dared to mention her name. After his first explosion when his parents brought her up, they had remained determinedly silent on the subject. Artemis loved Butler and Juliet like family but even they had started to mention her less and less as his ire had gotten worse and worse.

It was moments like these, when he had no woman to share his bed, and his thoughts would not remain on business that he found himself wallowing in the brief but clear memory of her face. He always found himself on the balcony at these times, staring sightless into the dark of the night, remembering. The curve of her mouth as she smiled, the straight auburn hair that she tucked behind her ears but stubbornly curled forwards. The sleek elegant line of her pointed ears, her beautiful expressive eyes, one mirroring his own. Her slim, gently curved form. The tears she suppressed as she agreed to leave him forever. The slumped set of her shoulders as she walked away from him, without a single glance behind her. Inevitably everything good he could recall led to the moment that he wished he could forget.

Artemis sighed, for possibly the first time as he thought of Holly. It was a sigh of regret, a sound repressed for so many years that it erupted from his mouth without him even realizing it.

He was startled out of his reverie by an answering sigh, situated somewhere to his right. Immediately his eyes became focused, his mind sharp as he looked for the person who'd intruded on his most private moment. The moment he was most vulnerable.

"Who's there?"

He heard a squeak of dismay and he narrowed his eyes as he searched for the intruder. "Show yourself, or so help me I will find you. And I will ruin you."

It wasn't an empty threat. When he put his mind to something he never gave up. Perhaps this person knew this because he heard another sigh. This one was filled with resignation, different than the previous one and it left his stomach in knots. He felt the night air still in anticipation as the soft flutter of wings moved closer, hesitant.

His eyes searched for the figure, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew who it was, who it must be. He just needed to see her face.

She came into view, her eyes filled with anxiety as she nervously chewed her lip. He felt that this must be a new habit because it was so unfamiliar. He drank in the sight of her even as he did his best to appear aloof. Still, her name escaped his lips without his consent and he felt even a moment of relief. The first time he'd spoken her name in years.

"Holly."

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