A/N: I will not be writing any Fanfiction for all of November. I'm doing NaNoWriMo, which is a writing program, and won't have time for that, Fanfiction, and schoolwork. I had to make a choice of which one to drop for a month and since I can't drop school (sadly) I'm dropping Fanfiction. So none from me until November is over. I'll write on here until November starts but not afterwards. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I'm running out of disclaimer ideas, so until I get some new ones. I don't own Artemis Fowl.

Front Gate, Fowl Manor

Nick watched Butler. He watched his walk, his twitching, any reactions he had. Nick followed every movement of the massive body guard. He needed to find a weakness, just in case.

When Butler led the little group behind the house to the delivery entrance Nick grew wary.

"Why can't we use the front door?" The sprite asked.

"I live here, I don't have to." Butler grunted.

"This had better not be a trap set up by the LEP." Jason warned.

Butler just snorted. Nick got ready to fight, or fly, depending on the circumstances.

When they got inside there was no Recon team waiting for them, only Captain Short. Juliet was no longer present, having left for Mexico with her wrestling team days earlier.

Artemis entered from the door on the side of the kitchen, looking as smug as ever. "Mr. Johnson, how are you? And you, Mr. Spiro?"

"I could be better, Artemis. Now, where is my cousin?" Nick said, keeping his tone as calm as possible.

"I see that you want to get to business. Wouldn't you like something to drink first? Perhaps tea or a carbonated drink?"

"No thanks." Jason smiled, "I'm on a strict hot chocolate diet. Thank you for the offer young man."

Artemis knew this psychological technique well. Jason was making himself the adult and Artemis the child. Of course that was the literal situation anyways, but Jason was going for the mental approach.

"Of course, Jason. Why don't we go to the lounge, it will be much more comfortable." Artemis smiled. By calling Jason by his first name he was making them equals again.

"Do you happen to have a meeting room? I prefer to conduct business in a professional , rather than while on a sofa." Jason sneered.

"Certainly, follow me."

The two visitors followed the Irish teenager into a board room were various crooks had sat over the years, all of them once employed by the Fowl name.

How times have changed. Artemis thought.

Nick took a seat next to Artemis. "You are going to regret it if Jason goes to jail." The sprite hissed.

"I doubt that." Artemis whispered back, gesturing to Butler with his shoulder.

"Enough pleasantries. Where is my daughter?!" Jason said, tapping his fingers on the oak table impatiently.

"All in good time, Jason. Right now we are discussing your roll in Mr. and Mrs. Johnson's untimely death." Artemis raised a slender eyebrow and looked accusingly at Jason.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I had nothing to do with it. I was tried once for this crime already. I cannot be tried again, says the law." Jason snorted.

"Not in the human court perhaps." Jason's smile wavered for a moment and Artemis gained the upper hand, "But you should have nothing to worry about if you didn't do it. The LEP will mesmerize you to be sure and then you can go free."

"Right…" Nick said, glancing at his uncle.

"Why would you even suspect me of such a crime?" Jason laughed.

"You were married once, correct?" Artemis asked.

"Yes…"

"Would you mind telling me her name?"

"Err, Mary. Her name was Mary." Jason stuttered.

"We all know that you once dated Nicholas' mother, and isn't it true that the name Mary could be shortened?" Artemis was towering over a cowering Jason now.

"I suppose… It could be shortened to Muffy."

"Or, perhaps, Minnie?" Artemis glanced at Nick.

Nick was a pale green; he looked like he was going to be sick.

"I… uh… sure it could." Jason blubbered.

Nick was in shock. He looked at Artemis. "What are you saying?"

"Nick, your mother was once married to Jason Spiro." Artemis smirked.

"That's not true!" Nick had tears swelling in his eyes.

"I'm afraid so."

Nick unfurled his wings and stood. He flapped and took off out the door. Butler made a move to follow but Artemis shook his head and elbowed Holly. She was off with a new pair of wings. The old ones had been taken back to Foaly with complaints of glitches.

No one can catch a sprite in the air. It is virtually impossible, they are too good. The only person on or in this earth who stood a chance at catching Nick was Holly Short, the best pilot of the LEP. Even then the chances are slim.

Nick zoomed around corners and flew over furniture. His destination: away from Fowl Manor. Before he could find the door he heard a lovely voice coming from a hallway. A lovely voice and a bass guitar…

Basement

Trudy was singing her favorite song in hopes it might lure someone down to rescue her. The song was about a girl who wanted to fly away from the city life. Trudy understood the feeling well. She sang and played her guitar until her throat hurt. Finally there was a scratching noise on the lock.

Trudy tightened her grip on her guitar in case it was Butler. When the door came open a teenage boy was standing in the door way. He had a wire and knife in his hands. Trudy noticed something else.

"You have wings!" Then she recognized him, "You're that kid who my dad thinks is his nephew!"

Nick blushed and wiped some of his tears away. "Yeah, that's me. Listen, we've got to get out of here. They'll be down here any minute!"

"Who?" Trudy asked, "You mean that Irish jerk?"

"Exactly."

"Let's go!"

The two ran through the halls until they heard Holly coming near. They ducked into a room. Holly followed.

"After you heard what Artemis said you had better not kiss her." Holly smiled.

"Eww." Nick gagged.

"Alright. We've got your daddy tied up and are going to take him to Howler's Peak if you don't come negotiate with Artemis." Holly said.

"Why does she have wings? And pointy ears? I thought I was the only one with those. And where is Howler's Peak?" Trudy demanded.

"I'll explain later." Then all of what she had said registered on Nick's mind, "You have pointy ears?"

Trudy nodded.

"I've got a lot to tell you."

"Family reunion later. Business now." Holly said impatiently.

Before either of the teens could run Holly handcuffed them to her own arms. The teenagers protested greatly but Holly would not relent. She struggled to get them through the halls until Butler came to her aide.

"Need some help?"

"Yes!" Holly gasped.

Butler threw one teen over each shoulder and carried them to the conference room. Artemis was waiting with a tied up Jason.

"Welcome back, Nick. You may not have noticed that running away from me in my own house is rather pointless." Artemis smirked.

"Whatever." Nick snorted. Trudy stared at everyone.

"Why does she have pointy ears? Why does this boy have wings? How do her wings work? Why did you even kidnap me? It's because of Dad, isn't it? I hate being a multimillionaire's daughter sometimes. Why don't your eyes match? Where on earth did you find a Butler? Hey! You must be a Fowl to have one of them working for you! My body guard's last name is Butler but he might not be related. I know his first name is Charlie. Does that mean anything to you Mr. Butler?" Trudy babbled.

"Holly, would you please quiet this obnoxious girl down?" Artemis groaned, rubbing his temple where a migraine had just blossomed.

"Do you want her to hypnotize me? Cuz one time I hypnotized myself by looking in the mirror and doing this thing my mom taught me." Trudy said, backing away.

"You can mesmerize people?" Nick asked, bewildered that Minnie would teach Trudy something like that but not him.

"Uh, I guess. If that's what that is called." Trudy shrugged.

"Can you do anything else unusual?" Artemis asked, forgetting his headache.

"Sort of. Whenever I get a scrape it heals up quickly. I tried getting my ears pierced one time," Jason looked upset, "And the holes closed in a couple of seconds with blue fireworks coming out of the holes." Trudy laughed.

"Anything else?" Artemis inquired.

"Um, not that I know of." Trudy shrugged.

Holly and Artemis looked at each other in surprise.

"How long have you been able to do this stuff?" Holly asked.

"Like forever." Trudy smiled at Holly like she was the little kid.

"Nick, can do any of that?" Said Holly.

"I can shield, but barely. I've got very little healing abilities." Nick shrugged.

Trudy gasped. "You can turn invisible?! Wow! That is so awesome!"

"It would appear that Gertrude got the magic and Nick got the physical looks." Artemis observed.

"You mean, I'm magical?!" Trudy shrieked, "It was okay to have abilities when they were like super hero stuff but I don't want to be magical! People will think I'm weird!"

Trudy started to hyperventilate and Butler brought her a paper bag. "Breathe into it."

Trudy shoved the bag away and held her stomach. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

Butler shrugged and held the bag out to her again. "Barf into it."

Instead of pushing it away this time Trudy grabbed it and threw up. Holly felt bad for the girl and patted her on the back, which produced more throw up.

"Do you need to sit down?" Holly asked.

Trudy nodded and sat down on the sofa, clutching her stomach.

"I'd hate to evoke another nausea attack, but there is more that you should know." Artemis sighed, hoping Trudy would not throw up on the rug, "Are you ready?"

Trudy nodded. "Can't be worse than finding out I'm magical."

Jason looked worried for his daughter but could not say anything because of his gag and because he also felt sick, but his nausea was from lying to Nick, his daughter, and the LEP.

"The reason you're magical is because you're part sprite." Artemis let it sink in but it seemed to have no effect on Trudy.

"I'm part soda?" Trudy asked, not amused.

"Not Sprite, sprite, as in part fairy." Nick explained.

"I'M A FAIRY! That's even worse!" Trudy groaned.

"Not only that but your mother, who was a full blooded sprite," Artemis started.

"Is, she is a full blooded sprite. She's not dead, just missing." Trudy interrupted.

Artemis felt like he was going to throw up. He knew how this girl felt; wanting your parent to be alive but knowing the odds are against it. But what was even worse was the fact that his father had been alive and this girl's mother was not.

"Artemis, are you alright?" Butler asked, seeing his charge turn a slight green color.

"Uh, of course, must be the fumes. Open a window please." Artemis said, gesturing to the bag of throw up.

"What's the matter with Dracula Jr.?" Trudy asked. Nick smiled, maybe she was his sister.

"I'm fine, now back to the story. I'm afraid, Miss Spiro, that your mother is in fact dead."

Trudy smiled and shook her head. "Silly Dracula, she can't be dead; she sent me a letter."

A/N: Do you think Trudy is right or crazy? Review! Tell me what you think! Quickly, before November is upon us!