Ok, I said I wouldn't respond to reviews this chapter, but Iied. After getting so few reviews for my last few chapters, a getting a lot for the last, I felt like answering. Sorry I dint update yesterday, but I went to the bookstore, bought alex rider, enders game, and followed kitsunes heat's advice and bought eats, shoots, and leaves.

Readergirl99: Thank you! *scarf's down cookies* Glad u like it! Thanks for reviewing…

Ijustcantchoose: Yes, there was A/H. There might be references, but it won't be follow up surrounding it. I'm not a very good romance writer, seeing as I don't read romance, and I've never had a boyfriend, I don't have anything to go on….I might use the rule. You never know. I like suggestions, although I might alter it.

Youknowme: That was creepy. For a minute I thought you knew who I was, because I play a viola. Freaked me out for a second. I might use those prompts, although I'm trying to stay away from toilet humor. I might use it….it would be a good situation with Juliet and the twins….*Starts writing*

saberstorm: I don't know if being in IA is a lawyer. Maybe a prosecuting attorney….hmm…. Have you read the Supernaturalist? In that case, he has the evil part down, but he would need to be the head of the unit for him to be a supernaturalist lawyer…

Rule 13, the all anticipated one..

Never trust or involve psychiatrists. Things are bound to get messy.

Myles and Beckett had never seen their brother act like this. Butler was helping them eavesdrop into Artemis's room for once, most likely because he thought it was funny too. Juliet didn't bother hiding it, she was laughing, almost to the tears-out-of -her eyes-stage.

Once a month for the next year, Artemis had to go to Dr. Argons to make sure Atlantis wouldn't strike again. But that meant breaking a rule, and although rules are for breaking, rule thirteen was never meant to be broken, under any circumstances. Under the pain of death, imprisonment, or lollipops. That is why he went for the juvenile approach: Lock yourself in the bathroom, stack fireproof bricks up against the door, seal the door with duct tape, have lasers criss-crossing the ceiling, and bring enough tea to last a few droughts. And his computer.

Holly was responsible for bringing him down to Haven, and she was on a schedule. If she wasn't down in twenty minutes, she would miss Foaly on his lunch break, and she owed that centaur a black eye. He sent her a romance letter from "Artemis", but left carrot stains, a hoof print, and the return address on the letter. And he said he was a genius.

So that was why she was prepare with a jackhammer, a neutrino, and a flamethrower. Maybe there was a less violent solution, like ask him to come out, but violence wasn't always the answer. It was a question, and the answer is yes.

Surprisingly, after five minutes of firing at the door with her neutrino, Juliet came up with a solution. Holly, who did not want to be called fairmaiden ever again, quickly agreed.

"Holly is wearing a dress."

This he had to see.

He peeped the door open, just a crack, not enough to drag him out. Unfortunately, she was wearing a dress, but the crack was too little to see it. It was over her uniform, though.

"And she is holding a flamethrower to your suits.." Juliet called in a sing-song voice.

Artemis wasn't dumb, he knew it was a trap, to try to get him.

But he liked his suits.

"what made you hate psychologists' so much anyway?

Flashback

"No, doctor, I sent you an email, stating I would not be attending today."

"I don't have email, little boy."

"Just drag the file across the desktop, then."

*sound of a piece of paper moving, then entire desk toppling over sideways*

"I still don't see it, little boy."

"Please refrain from calling me a little boy"

"Aww..don't get so stressed. Would a lollipop take your mind off the situation?"

End flashback

"Look, I will send the footage of you having Atlantis Complex to Trouble if.."

She didn't get to finish. He was already out the door. "I'm coming."

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Mulch and Doodah were eavesdropping in on the treatment. Holly had called to tell him what had happened at the manor, why and Artemis's rule twelve.

"I'm warning you doctor…"

"there is nothing wrong with examining your food choice"

"Think about how stupid that sounds doctor."

"I assure you, Master Fowl, that.."

"Doctor, please stop poking around my potatoes."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"I think I've heard that question before….It's not in standard psych texts Ah. I've heard it while my brothers were watching veggie tales, during what they term "Silly Songs." They are silly, and it's sad if a cartoon is where you get your inspiration to treat me, no matter how good the cartoon is.*

The doctor was about to yell something, when Mulch thought it was appropriate to burst in, and yell "Food !"

After the room had been plastered by all sorts of unidentified food, Artemis thought of rule thirteen.

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Dr. Argon sat around the poker table with his psych groupies, and generally cheated each other by looking at the cards. The doctor put his cards behind a screen that was made for him by Foaly. After all, Artemis had gladly taught him rule thirteen.

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kay, rule thirteen..Yeah, I'm sorry for the slow update, but I was at grandma's house today. I am open to propts, and I WILL get around to them all..but this one was planned out, so I decided not to use Starryowls or Youknowmes's prompts….

*I LOVE vceggietales, although I only view them a little bit, as I am a bit to old….ut I was referring to the silly song I love my lips, where Larry is in a psych office, and singing through the treatmets for his lips. Go watch it, you will laugh.