A/N: Okay, so I got another of those Guest reviews that ripped on the story. I am sorry if the characters are OOC, but not so much sorry for the, apparently 'botched' explanation of Artemis' magic. Not everyone HAS the time to read through a book multiple times before writing something. BUT that's not the point. I need to change it so my story works in the long run. I'm taking advantage of something called 'Creative License'. Again, all that aside, if I get another guest review like that, I am ignoring it. I will not take what you have to say into account if you are not willing to let me know who you are so that I can respond to you. I won't report you for your opinions. I just . . . don't like it when people aren't proud enough to say 'yeah, this is me, this is my review,' so, thank-you for your consideration.

Okay, all that done and said . . . I need to set something strait. When I said that Artemis is part fairy, it had everything to do with the magic, and NOTHING to do with his parentage. I can understand how that was a bit confusing, and I apologize profusely! :) Forgive me?

This chapter is dedicated to luckyrogue7 , I will try, really TRY to do some more description in the future. It's always kind of been a weak point for me, but I promise I will TRY.

Now, for all the readers, I hope you R & R!

It was a few hours later that Number One was finished and came to find Holly, the Butlers, and the Fowls all sitting in a room about the size of Holly's apartment in Haven. They looked up from the plush couches as the little demon entered, looking tired but satisfied.

"Artemis is awake," said the little demon, voice rough with exhaustion. "He wants to see you."

Holly, like the humans, was a little short of breath when she stopped outside the bedroom door; which was open a little way, letting a chink of artificial light into the darkening hallway. She pushed the door open, the heavy oak swinging easily on oiled hinges.

Artemis was sitting up in his bed, leaning against that headboard as if he did not have the strength to sit on his own. He smiled as they all came into his room, ruffling the twins' hair as they clambered up next to him. On the large bed. His eyes were still tired, with dark shadows under them, and his hair, usually so neatly-kept, was lank around his face.

"How are you feeling?" Angeline asked him gently, settling herself gracefully on the edge of the bed.

"Better," Artemis said with a tired smile.

"That's not saying much," Myles muttered, and Artemis looked down at his brother in some surprise.

"No, I suppose it's not," he said quietly. Then he seemed to notice Holly standing beside his father at the foot of his bed.

"Hello Holly. Number One told me you were here."

"Hello Artemis. Nice to see you awake," Holly said but there was something in the way Artemis held himself that said he wasn't quite recovered. He smiled easily, but there was pain behind his eyes, that, being a LEP officer (and one of Artemis' friends), she noticed. She wanted to ask what he remembered, what exactly had happened to him, but she wasn't sure she should do so with the twins in the room. Well . . . with Beckett in the room, at least. Myles was a different story entirely. He already knew more than he really ought to.

Artemis' father seemed to be thinking along the same lines as her, because he gently picked Beckett up from the bed, depositing him on the thickly carpeted floor. He looked pointedly at Myles as he said "I think your brother's tired, boys. Why don't you go with Juliet to get some lunch?" Myles nodded, and gave his brother a quick kiss on the cheek before jumping down, landing with a soft thump. Juliet came forward to collect the boys, ruffling Artemis' hair gently.

"Get well, Artemis," she said, and Artemis smiled his thanks.

"I will," he said. And then the twins left with Juliet. Artemis leaned forward, hands hiding his face as he took deep, shuddering breaths.

"Arty?" Angeline asked as her husband sat on the other side of the bed and rubbed comforting circles on his son's back.

"I'm fine," Artemis gasped, taking a few seconds to compose himself before looking up at the people still in the room. Holly felt Number One shifting next to her, and looked over to him. The little demon almost looked nervous.

"What is it?" She asked quietly.

"Um . . . I'll explain later," he said.

With a little shrug, Holly leapt onto the bed, sitting against the short footboard. The demon scrambled up beside her, leaving only Butler standing by the door.

"What's the matter, old friend?" Artemis asked, looking at Butler with a questioning gaze. "Please tell me you don't blame yourself."

"I should have been there," Butler said, sounding almost angry with himself. Holly could sort of understand this, because of course Artemis would be attacked when he was alone. Not defenseless, Artemis was never really defenseless anymore with the magic in his mind.

"No, you couldn't have known," Artemis insisted, his left hand unconsciously playing with the edge of the white cotton sheet. "And you can't follow me everywhere, I'm not that kind of person. At least, not anymore." Then Artemis sighed. "Great," he groaned. "I'm turning into a typical teenager."

Butler laughed quietly as he lowered himself into the chair beside the bed. "We can only hope," he said with a smile. Artemis smiled in response, and slid down the headboard so he could lay back down. Angeline began stroking her son's hair away from his face.

"Your hair needs to be washed," she murmured.

"It'll happen, Mother." Artemis said, smiling up at her. Holly didn't want to disrupt the moment; Artemis looked so peaceful. But at the same time, she needed to know how much Artemis remembered about what Glimmer had tried to make him do.

"Artemis?" she asked, apprehensive.

"Yes Holly?"

"Um . . . what do you remember?"

"Not much, sorry."

"Can you tell me what you do remember?" Holly asked. "We need as much information as you can give us. Apparently, we might have to do another of those saving-the-world things again."

"There was an elf," Artemis said, scrunching his brow in an effort to remember. "But she had wings, like a pixie. Do you know who she is?"

"Glimmer Vendera. An elf-sprite hybrid. She was one of my first targets as a recon officer. She was thought to be dead," Holly said, and she couldn't stamp down the disappointment she felt towards herself. "She's very dangerous. She wants to punish the humans for the fairies living underground. She sees herself as some kind of savior. Glimmer is very into the idea of enslaving the humans. The magic she has is very strong, and no one, not even a fairy has ever been able to resist a Mesmer placed on them by her. Well . . . other than you."

"She tried to Mesmerize me?" Artemis asked.

"Yes. And that's why you were . . . sick." Holly said.

"I remember that bit," Artemis muttered. "My brain felt like it was being electrocuted."

"That would have been the magic trying to take control of your mind. Her magic was sneaky, powerful stuff," Number One supplied. "And . . . um, we might want to find this Vendera person sooner rather than later. I couldn't get rid of the magic, only kind of seal it off in the corner of Artemis' mind. He's not cured. Think of it like freezing it. Eventually, it'll melt and get out again. It's not a definite solution; and I have no idea how long it'll hold."

"Well then," Artemis said, "I suppose we should get started with this whole saving-the-world again." He tried to sit up again, but he gasped as he did so, eyes shut tight.

"Tomorrow," Holly hurried to say. "You need rest. Besides, I still have some things I need to ask Foaly."