Aaah, I went back a few chapters, and I can't find Holly! It's very confusing to be writing two versions of this at once! I can't remember what I did with her! So anyway, I'm assuming I just tied her off early in the story. Well here she is again! And the ball is rolling!

The rumours underground were that Artemis Fowl was coming, and he was not impressed. What was this about cloning and twins and half fairies? All half-finished rumours made up to sell newspapers? Or something more? Whatever it was, Haven was buzzing.

Holly Short let her eyes pass over the headlines as she passed a newspaper stand, but told herself that she was above this gossip when she should really be at her friend's side.

The man was always up to something, she thought to herself sighing. She felt like his babysitter! Honestly. Every other year, do this, Holly, do that. This crisis, that crisis!

Not that she didn't like it.

No. She was just pointing it out.

*~ATG-AUT~*

Three days later

Alexander was quite confused as to what the hell was going on. He had been left alone the boy's room, not even his silent doppelgänger for company, when he had been picked up by some fairy in a dark suit and led down the hall. On the way he saw his clone. Were they going to the same place? Was he going to see Mummy and Daddy! Mummy had said he was going to be coming home! Was his look alike coming too?

They were both buckled up in a shuttle pod, and by the time the queue had gone for the starter flare, Alexander was fast asleep, dreaming about snow and sunflowers.

He awoke with a jolt as the shuttle stopped. The other him was still sitting, ram-rod straight in his seat.

A smidgen of doubt crept into Alexander's mind. Daddy had walked away and left him. Had he been replaced?

He didn't understand! What had he done that was so wrong! That had ended in this ridiculous situation? Did they grow another Alex for Mummy and Daddy? If so, what were they going to do with him?

Oh, this was terrible! Alex felt tears well up in his eyes. He was sick of this place! It was like a never ending naughty step! What had he done!"

"Alexander, Honey, why are you crying?"

Mummy.

Alexander burst out in tears.

~*~ATG-AUT~*~

The Fowl Family waited outside of Haven court, a grand building for fairies, but to the humans, it looked like a very large doll's house. Everything was quite cramped in Haven. Not that they had to crawl or anything disastorous like that, but the general feeling was still slightly claustrophobic. Maybe it was the thousands of tons of earth over their heads.

Domovoi shuddered.

Samantha just looked ill. Her whole life, she had wanted to visit underground, and then on her first visit, it was under such terrible circumstances.

At least she would get to see Alexander, she told herself. I am going to see Alexander.

The shuttle arrived in the docking port and the hatch opened. Two fairies disembarked, holding firmly onto the wrists of two small boys.

Who looked exactly alike.

Oh God.

Oh God oh God oh God.

Artemis had been steeling himself for it, but that didn't stop him from feeling sick to his stomach. It wasn't another Alex, it wasn't, it wasn't.

It was another Sylvian.

Oh he felt so sick.

Minerva ran straight out to Alexander, who was stumbling blindly, tears cascading down his face silently. He looked as though he was having some kind of two year old's emotional turmoil. Artemis couldn't imagine what over, but it was probably nothing world-breaking.

Minerva reached out and wiped his tears away. The fairy didn't stop her. After all, she was his mother. Artemis loved fairies for their empathy more than anything else. If this were a human court, the contact would never have been allowed to happen.

Alexander only cried harder at the sight of his mother, and yet he clinged to her. It was one of the few times that Artemis had seem what seemed to be a proper Alexander paddy.

"Mummy!" He screeched, pulling at her clothes, his face bright red, pushing the fairy that was trying to keep a hold on him away violently. "Mummy! Take him away! Take him away!"

"Alex, what-?"

"I'm sorry!"

Well, thought Artemis, completely stumped. Samantha's hand wound its way up his arm where she held onto him until it was almost painful. Artemis noted both of them were oddly quiet, as if they were attending a funeral. Artemis didn't dare look at her face. He could practically sense her tears. He could see Domovoi's mouth hanging open like a brainless fish. He felt very similar himself. This was all getting rather out of hand.

Here he was, in the middle of Haven having accused the fairy race of illegally cloning his dead son and taking his youngest on an unreasonable account. His son was currently throwing a tantrum in front of the court while his twin's clone stood emotionless by his guard.

Holly would be arriving any minute. I couldn't wait to feel like he had a fairy on his side.

~*~ATG-AUT~*~

Artemis shook hands with Holly, now inside the court room, Samantha and Domovoi silent by his side. Minerva had pulled herself away from Alexander and was seated next to Samantha. Domovoi was on the end, looking out of place. After all, he belonged on a football pitch, not in a fairy court. It was all very strange.

Tiny people milled about, and Holly blended in well, but the Fowl family felt like some kind of giant freak show. It was so odd.

He watched his little brother be led into a separate room. Alexander wouldn't be saying anything in the court room. He was too young.

The Fowls recognised a few faces. Mr Hans Meyer, that schizophrenic arse-hole from the conference, Felix Johnson, who had seemed like a rather two-faced person to Minerva, if she had to be frank, but apart from that, everyone was new and very tiny.

After about five minutes milling around and whispery chatter while everyone at the back seemed to huff around to sit, there was a wash of silence, like swiftly rising on a plane and your ears popping.

The judge's eyes roved across the crowds and the Fowl's quivered in their seats. He was the smallest, scariest person they'd ever seen… The younger ones, anyway.

Artemis felt his palms sweating. This was the first time he had taken anyone to court. In fact, this was the first time he had ever been in a court, never mind a fairy court, and tried to concentrate on who was for what. It seemed things would be done differently here.

I hate this chapter with a vengeance.

Even though my mam is a solicitor, I find it VERY hard to write court scenes, and I want something similar to an English court. Can you believe that I could not find one video of a Law and Order UK or ITV Silks court scene on youtube? I mean like seriously? Justin Bieber, but no LAO UK? Not impressed.

If any of you have any help, a link, or personal knowledge of what is SAID in an English courtroom, HELP ME! I cannot find anything on the net, and my mum threw away all her Uni books! Like, I need to WATCH something, I don't know what is first said!

Anyway, I'm sorry this is sort of spiralling, off, it's like the characters are running away from me, I'm finding this really hard to write, but here's something else I've been writing! Take a look!

It's the FINAL DRAFT! Woop!

Artemis Fowl was painting a masterpiece, with poster paints, at the huge farmhouse table in his kitchen with Samantha and Alexander. On the paper there was a wonderful, bright picture of a dark haired boy in white T-shirt and shorts, bouncing a ball on his knees. Artemis glanced up again through the kitchen window into their back garden to get another quick glance at his model, who was outside enjoying the last of the Autumn sunshine, rays of which pooled through the south-west facing window to swaddle the huge kitchen in afternoon warmth.

Alexander giggled and rubbed his paint covered hands back and forth over the little plastic table that clipped onto the front of his high-chair. His sheet of paper and brushes had long since fallen to the flagstone floor, but his sister and father had both failed to notice, so engrossed they were in their own paintings. Deciding to be a little more adventurous, Alexander began to smear the paint up and down his arms, around his face and on his shirt. He was just about to see what the stuff tasted like when Artemis looked up just in time to catch his youngest with his gloopy fingers inches from his mouth.

Artemis shot out a hand and grabbed the boy's wrist.

"No, Alex. You must not eat paint. It will make you sick."

"Ah!" Insisted the small boy, struggling to inch his hand further to his mouth, the paint seeming even more desirable now that it was denied. Artemis rolled his eyes and locked both of Alexander's wrists in a vice grip with one hand, then used his other to scoop the boy up under his arm and carry him to the kitchen sink. Artemis was just washing the last of the paint from behind Alexander's ears when Domovoi made his presence clear, accidentally closing the door a little too loudly and making his sister jump. The glass of water she'd been rinsing her brush in clattered to the floor, where it smashed.

"Oops," muttered Domovoi, quickly averting his eyes from his sister's death glare. "Sorry. It was a fantastic jump you did though, nearly shat your-" He caught sight of her picture and snatched it off her for closer inspection.

"Hay, is this Alex? Where'd you learn to do this stuff? Not school? It looks just like him. I mean, it doesn't just look human, it looks just like him!"

Samantha scowled and grabbed the paper back, muttering sourly, but her cheeks were flushed red. "'Doesn't just look human.' You always had a way with words, hmm Dom? And if you hold it like that, the paint might run!"

Domovoi ripped off his filthy t-shirt and slung it unceremoniously into the laundry basket just outside the door. "The paint'll run? It's diluted poster paint! The paint'll run. Don't give me that rubbish. Honestly, I wish I was good enough at art to hope I didn't do my homework too well. What was the actual task?" He asked, taking her school planner from the kitchen bench without waiting for a reply. "Oh yes 'draw a live subject.' Not 'create a masterpiece,' 'draw a live subject.' They mean draw your pet goldfish, or next door's cat, not create a picture so like the original it could be it's twin-"

Domovoi stopped himself when he heard his own words, not realising that no one would have batted an eyelid if he hadn't made it so obvious. Quite abruptly the air in the kitchen became cold, despite the evening sunlight. It was an odd sort of cold. The one that clasps at your lungs and makes you fear for a moment that you won't be able to breathe. An awkward silence, a moment of stillness, and then the painfully forced jolly tones of Artemis as he tried to force some life back into the room.

"Yes, well, your sister is quite the artist. Why don't you go and have a bath, Domovoi, saying as you are, to put it frankly, filthy?"

Domovoi nodded, thankful for an excuse to leave the room.

Artemis went to place Alexander back in his chair and unclip his paint-smeared table. "Oh and if you meet your mother on the stairs, just tell her 'I'll deal with it.'"

"'Kay."

Samantha made herself busy clearing away the mess of spilled water on the table before it crept any closer to Artemis' picture as her father disappeared under the table to get rid of the broken glass. As soon as he was out of sight he took a deep breath through his nose, running a shuddering hand through his dark hair. Ten months had passed and the wound still bled if prodded. Would it ever completely heal? He didn't think so, but he hoped one day the scar would fade so close to the colour of the surrounding skin that it would only be noticed if carefully pointed out. He hoped that someday, when the scar was pressed, the pain would be a memory, not a recurring feeling, because he knew that once the smothering hold of that pain was gone, he could look back and see the good in Sylvian Jonathan Fowl. After all, his memories were what built up who he was. It had been proved decades ago when he was thirteen, that he'd do anything to keep hold of them, good or bad; they'd changed him forever. And every moment had a rippling effect somewhere, somehow. To him, a moment might be worthy of only the smallest of space in his mind, but to some other being, his friend, a stray dog, anyone, it could be the biggest moment. No memory was worth forgetting if it was ever worth making, after all.

What do you think? I am dreading having to write through the court scene again! Ohhhh…

I deeply apologise for this shitty chapter, thank you for keeping reading!

Love you!

~BS