A/N: I know it's been a while since my last update, not that many of you care, but I have had school! And I have had to plan games for my Bible study and… oh, whatever. I have a lot of excuses, on to the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl, yeah, yeah yeah! (Sung to the tune of They Call Me Artemis Fowl)
On Top of a Building
Nick sat on top of a high Chicago building, sulking. He couldn't get over the fact that his beloved uncle wanted him dead. Nick remembered his uncle coming to his father's funeral (the fairies had a funeral for Minnie) and telling Nick that if he ever needed someone to look after him or to talk with he should contact Jason.
"Why would he want me dead? I've always been nice to him!" Then Nick remembered what his mother had said on the hologram. "Maybe Mom dumped him or something. Why is he making such a big deal out of it?" Nick wondered.
A strong breeze nearly blew Nick off the roof. The boy clung tighter and shivered. The weather seemed to be changing rapidly. Rain poured down on Nick and wind slapped his blonde hair across his face. His wings drooped. The sprite moaned as a tear ran down his cheek, invisible amongst the rain drops.
"Why me?!" He knew that only dramatic movie characters yelled things as cheesy as this but he really did want to know why his life was such a wreck. A really big wreck.
A Chicago Hotel
Artemis sat in a chair, meditating. The pitter-patter of the rain calmed him.
Holly sat next to the prodigy and adjusted the flight pattern settings on her wings. Maybe she could fix them and fly after the boy. She doubted it. If Foaly couldn't get all the bugs out then Holly doubted anyone could. The elf captain sighed, so much for that idea. It looked like it was up to Artemis, again.
Suddenly Artemis opened his eyes and stood up, his plan was complete.
Butler came in through the door and shook rain off of himself. Seeing Artemis was in a planning mood the big body guard took a seat. Artemis nodded gratefully.
"We do not need Nicholas to be present to find and capture this Jason Spiro. We shall simply collect the uncle and take him underground. Do you think we could interrogate him? Possibly with that tool Foaly used on Butler and me before we rescued my father? The one that scans the retinas." Artemis asked.
"Probably. I don't think Foaly would mind; this whole situation has been like a soap opera to him." Holly shrugged.
"Excellent. All we have to do is find this man and apprehend him. Case closed." Artemis frowned, "Except for one thing."
"What's that, Artemis?" Holly asked.
"What will happen to the boy?" Butler stated.
"Precisely old friend. I would prefer he not go back to that reform school, but if it's the only solution…" Artemis glanced at Holly.
"There's nothing I can do Artemis. What would I do with a teenager?" Holly pointed out.
"I'm not asking anything of you, but isn't there anything in Haven for orphans?"
"Artemis, almost everyone in Haven is over twenty. We don't need orphanages. There is absolutely nothing the fairy people can do for him. He'll have to go back to the school." Holly argued.
Artemis sighed and then composed himself. "Just as well; with an attitude like Nick's he would probably end up in Howler's Peak within a few months anyway."
Jason Spiro's Office
Nick squirmed uncomfortably in the oversized, leather chair. Maybe coming to Jason hadn't been the best of ideas.
Nick had thought he would try to reason with Jason, make him see how ridiculous it was to kill his x-girlfriends child. Now that Nick was here he knew that probably wasn't going to happen. What was probably going to happen was Jason Spiro would kill Nick right here in this building and hide his body in a secret panel. Nick knew this place was loaded with them.
The large double doors at the end of the hall opened with a loud clatter, awakening Nick from his horrible thoughts to face the horrible reality. Nick held his breath as a short, dark haired man smoking a cigar came waddling out. The man's round glasses drooped when he smiled. He pushed them back up his nose and smiled some more. Nick grimaced. Jason's smile was equal to that of a shark.
"Nicky! How's it going champ?" Jason Spiro exclaimed, opening his arms widely and blowing a puff of smoke.
Nick rose slowly, readjusted the jacket he had put on over his wings, and walked into his uncle's warm, but sinister, embrace. "Uncle Spiro, it's great to see you."
"Nick your trembling. Is it something I said? Or are you just cold from being soaking wet?" Jason said looking compassionately, but evilly, at Nick, "Susanne! Why is my favorite nephew in soaking wet clothing?"
A tall, skinny, red headed woman with large, red finger nails glanced at Jason. Nick assumed she was Susanne the secretary. "Because it's raining out, sir." Susanne said with a roll of her eyes.
"Well I suppose there is nothing you can do about that. But what about offering Nick some dry clothes and hot chocolate?" Jason said angrily.
"Yes sir, of course sir. Dry clothes and hot chocolate, sir." Susanne said sarcastically. It reminded Nick of how he had talked to the warden back at Millard's.
"You do like hot chocolate right Nicky?" Jason said sweetly, but cruelly.
Afraid of what would happen if he didn't like hot chocolate Nick nodded his head wildly.
"Good! I'll have a cup too, Susanne!" Jason said, clapping Nick on the back affectionately, but maliciously.
Nick wondered if the hot chocolate would be poisoned. Did bad guys really do that? Nicked asked himself if you should ever accept hot chocolate from someone who wanted you dead. The answer was no.
