I'm sorry, I have made a fatal mistake. I uploaded and added the wrong document! I'm so sorry everyone. Here is the real chapter 12~

Holly shook her head. "We can't let anything happen to Finn."

"I understand Holly, but any of the LEP officers, Trouble included, will feel compelled to rid the People of the threat if it was known that Finn had magic. If that boy ever does anything like that in public, it could spell disaster for the entire Lower Elements."

"We can't tell anyone. I'm sure Artemis has told Finn that he can't do that in public. He would never betray us," Holly said with conviction.

Foaly sighed. "You're so much different than you used to be Holly. Before, you would have agreed to eliminate the threat, no matter how much he mattered to you. You've changed as much as Artemis has."

"Well then I was a cold-hearted fool before," Holly stated, her eyes hard. She would not let anything happen to Artemis or Finn. "Besides, you've changed too."

"Have I?" Foaly asked with surprise.

"Yes. You used to be such an annoying smart-aleck. Now you're so…serious, and you actually say things that make sense."

"Well then, my marriage has probably mellowed me more that I thought possible," Foaly muttered.

"What is happening to us?" Holly asked, flopping down in Foaly's custom chair awkwardly. "I know that as you grow up, you change, but not this much!"

Foaly shrugged. "I don't know Holly. But we have bigger issues at hand right now. About Artemis and your…child." He frowned. It wasn't something the centaur had ever thought that he was going to say.

"Right," Holly stood and began to pace. "I don't want to quit my job in the LEP! I couldn't stand being just a normal fairy…or human. I was out of a job once before and I did not enjoy it."

"But you also don't want to leave Artemis behind and by himself with a fairy child either," Foaly said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"I couldn't Foaly." Holly shook her head. She wished this was as easy to solve as some of the other things that she'd come up against. If only it took a shock from her buzz baton, some fancy flying, a blast from her Neutrino…

"Well, if you don't want to go there, maybe he could come here."

Holly whipped her head around to look at Foaly. "What do you mean?"

"Well, if you and him…you know…got hitched-"

"Married," Holly corrected him.

"Right. Well, if you and him got…married…then there wouldn't really be anything stopping him from living down here, in the Lower Elements."

Holly blinked, thinking through what Foaly had just told her. Then her eyes widened. "Foaly, you're a genius!"

"Finally," muttered the centaur. "Somebody gets it."

"So he's allowed? To live down here? If we got married?"

"Technically speaking, yes. However, I'm sure there are some fairies who would oppose…"

Holly wasn't listening. "That's brilliant! He and Finn come down here, we get married, and I can still work in the LEP!"

"Holly, I don't know if you can be so certain about keeping your job. And think of how Artemis would feel. I mean, he obviously loves you, but he probably doesn't want to leave his home either."

Holly's face dropped. "You're right. I couldn't do that to him either! D'arvit!"

Foaly sighed. "There aren't many options here Holly, and you have to pick one."

"What about growth hormones?" Holly asked, beginning to grow desperate.

"Well, we could always do some implants, inject a bit of growth hormone into your system every month. Then you should probably look like a human and age like on too. Of course, we still have to do a bit of testing before we actually use some of this stuff on fairies, but it can be done."

"I need to talk to Artemis again," she muttered. "Thanks anyway Foaly. I'll bring you a couple cartons of carrots later."

Foaly shrugged. "You don't have to. I know how much this means to you."

"I still want to," Holly told him, heading towards the door. "I'll see you later. And don't tell anyone about Finn."

"I won't. And by the way, you probably shouldn't go topside again. You'll get arrested or something."

Holly nodded once, then was out the door to dig her communicator out of some drawer in her apartment.