Before I give my excuses, I was reading an article with Eoin colfer giving away spoilers for the last book. If you have read it, you will know why I have been walking around in a blind rage. He has two possible endings for the series. The first one, if he goes along with it, nothing on this planet will make me forgive him. Anyone read the Gregor the Overlander series? I haven't. But the ending will be the exact same. RAGE. NEVER. The other one is he sacrifices something, because he has the choice of making a lot of money or helping someone, and he chooses to help someone. Much better. I wont type out the first possible ending, my finger are already shaking with rage.

willexplainbeforeyoukillme…

Not only was I on vacation, school started. And with school comes exams. and Homework. and all-nighters trying to get an essay, 90 math problems, and SS h-work finished. and the computer crashed, again. Sorry for not updating. I realized something. I get more reviews for writing lame A/H writing that I spend 20 minutes on, than the stuff it takes me an hour to write. Wow, Honor…reviews..honor..reviews..honor..reviews. ahh well. I have a question for all of you. Do you want me to keep on writing this one, and update constantly, or me not update as much, but start an Airman Fic, or a Alex Rider/NCIS crossover?

If ANYONE needs a good fic to read, try "The Artist and the Hunter" "Cause and Effect" "His Son's father" "A fowl sleepover " or for other fandoms "The Best friends" "A helping hand" "not all those who wander are lost" If you are the author of one of these…hope you like the advertising. PM me if you want the name taken down, although I can't imagine why….

Disclaimer: *flicks through If you give a mouse a cookie* *gestures toward it* well it says RIGHT here I don't own him….

Rule Fifteen: People who fill in the blanks, or let people fill in the blanks for them end up as Butlermeat

Holly tapped away at her keyboard. Paperwork was the worst killer in Haven, because everyone who did it was at risk at dying of boredom. She let her mouse slide toward her minimized game of spider solitare. At the last moment, she brought up her email. Mulch, her former PI partner had apparently stumbled across a book chock-full of chuck norris sayings, and found it amusing to send them to her, then proceed to explain to her why Butler would win. According to him, Butler taught Chuck Norris everything he knows. He had taken to warping around what people said and annoying them with it. He annoyed Artemis with just his shirt, before he even said anything, and that had to be a world record.

Flashback

Artemis looked at the grinning dwarf, before asking why the dwarf was grinning. Much like commander Root (R.I.P), when Mulch grinned that wide, someone else would not be grinning. He took one look at the shirt that mulch handed to him

It was yellow, with Gold lettering: Gold isn't power. Its shiny.

Mulch already had his own version of the shirt on.

"No."

End Flashback

After that, Mulch had been more careful about what he wore around Fowl Manor, but what Artemis approved of and what he did not turned out to be the least of his fashion career worries

She opened her email file, and there was a new one from Foaly, who, in the subject heading had lots of smiley icons (Something he picked up from N*1) and rule Fifteen, one of her personal favorites.

It was a video link, with the fairy equivalent of a QuickTime player. she upped the sound and her eyes got wider and wider as she watched.

ON THE PLAYER

Mulch, Artemis and Butler were stepping out of the Bentley, to a small bookstore that Artemis favored, They were about the enter when Butler heard a shot. It sounded a little odd, but with all th fancy guns Butler had heard (and fired himself) he did not care. His job was to protect Artemis. He threw the Fowl heir onto the ground. Mulch, who was oblivious to the situation, until Butler reached up and forced him down, didn't hear a darn thing. Too late. Butler hand was a split second too late to save Mulch. Well his shirt, that is.

The Blue shirt, that he had used crayola to make, with one of his favorite things Artemis had said, was ruined by lots of paintballs. He liked that shirt too. It said: At the risk of sounding clichéd, ive been expecting you.

Butler was now very angry. He knew it was just teenagers having fun, but still. They were probably laughing their heads off. As a matter of fact, they were.

Until the boy who fired the neon green shot dropped his canteen.

Now, his water bottle was formed like the army ones, so while it looked really cool on his backpack, it did not look cool when it dropped ten yards away from the now groaning Artemis.

To Artemis, he could see it was a water bottle, and decided to lift prints from it, and have Butler give the culprits a good head slap each. Probies.

Butler saw a grenade.

He grabbed it and threw it as far as possible, and in the same half-second, fired his tranquilizer in the direction that the grenade came from, the high bushes.

And as we all know, Butler is Butler, and Butler never misses. Ever.

Holly closed the link, and for once, could not think of a sarcastic remark to email to Foaly. Her email beeped agan, a three way chat box offer

Carrotsrox: Heheh. Don't think we didn't see that stunt by the bookstore mud man

Butler: I said sorry

Holly joined in now.

Shortred: You said sorry? really?

Butler: well..i thought it

Shortred: Nice

Carrotsrox: I thought that was a bit of an overreaction. Not everything is a conspiracy to your charge.

Butler: Think bout what you just said, and how many rules you are breaking by saying that.

They chatted a little while longer, in the time it took for Holly to email the video to Trouble, and For Foaly to place it on the internet.

Butler was the only one who didn't think it was funny.

Needless to say, he did find it funny when Holly dropped an apple painted green in the ops booth, and Foaly jumped like a little girl and hit the panic button.

Hope you liked it. If there are any misspellings, check the first paragraph of my authors note to see why. It's about book eight. Note: This was actually based off an idea that Paperclip chick said, and that Bowtie built off of, and I thought it might make a good story Thank Nerd Herd!I love you! (You know what I mean)