Hello everyone! Sorry I've been gone so long, and you're all probably wondering if this was ever gonna get an update, but this absence was because I have just started high school year 9 and it's not like middle school I tell you. I was having a bit of trouble keeping up with everything and some home issues, but I'm back now! This chapter was three pages long, but I decided to delete it and start over. The last few chapters were a bit crap. Look, I'm sorry. Just try and see past it. I'll try to make this one dead good, kay?

Have you heard these songs? James Morrison's 'In My Dreams' and that 'The A Team' thing? They're pretty good. But they've got nothing to do with this chapter though. Oh well.

Alexander Fowl woke in a very bland mood. The room he was in was very clinical, there was no noise and no company, so he felt nothing. He felt empty.

The room was designed to do this. Alexander had been placed in an isolated room, since the fairies had no idea about his mental state. Once they'd taken him to be sussed out, however, he'd be moved into a less temporary accommodation, where he'd stay until he died.

Humans and fairies are not compatible. They do not go together. They do not work together. They do not live together and they certainly do not have children together. It's not impossible of course. It just simply was not done. Like of course, in the days of slave trade. No self respecting American, English man, or any other man, would be caught dead married with children a black woman, but that wasn't to say that there weren't a few some bodies somewhere getting off with their slaves having little mixed raced children who were either hidden or killed.

In this case, it was the fairies who were the dominating race, but more quietly, and less violently. Artemis Fowl was certainly not the first man of decades to discover a fairy, and Turnball Root certainly wasn't the first to be in a relationship with a human. Dotted around the world were hundreds of humans either deeply and naturally in love with a fairy, understanding their secrets and concealing them accordingly, or else living in a haze of Mesmer that a fairy had put on them in fear that they'd walk away from them if they knew their lover's true identity.

The Institute that held Alexander held almost every human/fairy child ever officially recorded. Most of them were sorry cases. It was rare that clunky human genes didn't smother fairy ones, or that the baby's magic didn't kill the human mother, but those who survived were barely surviving at all.

There were other half breeds as well. For instance, sprites and dwarfs did not go together well.

But Alexander Sylvian Artemis Fowl was the only magical human for centuries.

The boy in question was simply lying in bed feeling nothing at all. He was half asleep again before a stout young elf tapped on the door in warning or his arrival and then walked in.

"Young Master Alexander Sylvian Artemis Fowl? Magical human, case number 993?" He asked in a bored voice, looking down at a clip-board. Alexander was silent. He sighed.

"Are you Alex Fowl?" he asked the young boy. Alexander sat up and nodded.

"Come with me."

Alexander obediently got out of bed. He was wearing yellow pyjamas that he did not recall putting on.

"A taken me see Daddy?" he asked, walking a few paces behind the man. He was only a little shorter than the fairy.

"Pardon?"

"Ah see Daddy now?" he clarified, hurrying a little and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The fairy continued walking down the long corridor. He did not look at the human. It disgusted him.

"No."

Alexander was a little surprised. "Ah see Mummy?" he asked hopefully.

"No."

"Soon, Ah see Mummy," Alexander said in a surprisingly certain tone as though he could bring about the meeting himself.

"No."

The young boy stopped in his tracks. The fairy noticed his footsteps disappearing and had to force himself to look at the thing. What a clumsy looking creature, with his chubby face, hands and feet, shoulder length blonde curls and staggering walk. As he looked, Alexander's mouth went square and his eyes screwed up. The fairy cringed. Now that was ugly.

He grabbed the child's arm and pulled him along, looking determinedly in the other direction.

"Stop crying, boy! You don't know how luck you are! Any other institution would have sold you to a circus!"

"I not like it!" Alex screamed, trying to pull his arm away. "I not like it!"

Alexander succeeded in yanking his arm away and proceeded to throw himself onto the floor and have a full blown tantrum.

The elf lost his patience. Bloody humans, he thought, grabbing Alexander's arm again and dragging the screaming boy along the polished floor behind him. Quite a task. Alexander wasn't heavy, but then, neither was the fairy.

By the time they reached their destination, Alexander was staggering behind the persistent elf, sobbing, but no longer screaming, looking very defeated.

"Ah, Smart," said an all to familiar voice. "I heard the two of you well before you arrived. Don't manhandle him too badly. He is Fowl's kid after all."

The elf, Smart, glowered at the councillor. "Sir." He muttered, and turned and left the room.

Alexander was left standing in another bare room, though less blindingly bright than the others. In front of him was Felix Johnson, smiling slightly, but it didn't fill Alex with reassurance. It looked as if Felix was satisfied about something else entirely.

"We've got a surprise for you, Alexander. Your mother insisted so, well, insistently, that we had to agree. I'm sure you'll be pleased."

The fairy took a sleek black laptop from a nearby table and woke it up by tapping a key. The screen brightened and on the screen was Minerva Paradizo. The picture quality was brilliant. It was like Alex could reach out and touch her. Indeed, he felt that the image was very real indeed.

"Mummy!"

It took a moment for the sound from Felix's mike to reach her computer, but when it did, she sat up straight, beaming.

"Alex! bébé, vous aurez à tenir devant la caméra pour moi de vous voir."

"Ah…" Alexander spoke French as well as he did English, and knew what his mother was saying, but was to young to really comprehend.

"Caméra? Clic, clic! Picture! Oú? I don' see."

Minerva rolled her eyes and switched languages. "Stand in front of the laptop screen, Alex."

Obediently, Alexander ran in front of the screen until his nose was inches away from hers.

Some longing ache burst in his mother's chest and she wanted so badly to hold him she actually reached out before remembering he was miles underground. Alexander saw her lift her arms and began bouncing up and down, somewhere in his mind anticipating his mother's hands around his chest. They didn't come. In sadness, he reached up two small hands and placed them on the laptop screen.

"Alex," she whispered, her fingers hovering in front of her mouth, ready to cover her face if she started to cry. "Alex, I'm so sorry! Mummy's sorry! I'll come and get you, Babe, I promise."

Alex's face brightened. "Mummy comin' a here?"

Minerva's hands crept up her face. "I'll try, Babe, I promise. I will try so hard. Arty too. Daddy's trying too. You'll come home."

Alexander paused, his hands falling from the screen. This place he was in, was undesirable, it seemed. And he could not reach his mother. He was alone. His father had walked away, but he mustn't have wanted to. His mother had said he was trying to get him back. "I not like it. Daddy! Come get me! Mummy!"

"I will, hun, I will, but until then, behave yourself. Trust me, I'll know."

Alex nodded, not really taking it in. Mummy was coming. Mummy was coming!

"Alex? Alex, I have to go now, they only gave me five minutes, but I'll try to speak to you again, Babe, I promise."

Alex nodded in sniffily agreement. "Bye bye Mummy." He whispered, waving at the screen sadly.

Minerva felt the tears in her eyes as her heart melted. "Bye bye baby," she whispered back. The screen went white.

Short, I know, but I had to upload SOMETHING! This took about four days! Usually I could plan and write a 9 page one in a couple, but you'll have to settle for 6 pages. I am really busy at the moment! New school, ya know? I'll try and get in updates as much as possible. Hael too. See ya, don't forget to review!

~BS