A/N: Hey! I'm on vacation, so updates might be more frequent than usual. I'm actually hoping to finish the story while I'm here. There are about 5 or 6 more chapters, I think.

This chapter is dedicated to the 90th reviewer, TheSlowBones. Also, thanks to all of you who favorited and/or followed this story.

Also! IMPORTANT! This story is totally from Holly's POV. This is an experiment, since, apart from one shots, I don't think any of my other stories are like that. So . . . this means that some things are missing. Also, the plan will likely not ever be fully revealed. I've sort of got an outline in my head, so everything Holly does is important, she just might not be in the thick of things. Sorry.

The red sparks that skittered from Number One's hands sank into Artemis' temples, hopefully at least dampening the pain that seemed to have permeated the human's life recently. Holly wasn't exactly sure what was causing the pain, but she could take a guess. The magic had been locked away, kept from the areas of the brain that controlled thought and parts of the body. The pain center in the brain was probably not quite as heavily fortified as other parts. The mesmer could be vicious and sneaky, using any means necessary to warp the will of its victim. The stronger the magic, the more dogged the spell. Of course, this was the theory of an elf who had taken barely more than the minimum of healing classes in college in order to get into the LEP academy.

The healing took longer than Holly thought it probably should have, and Number One looked tired when he finally took his gray hands away from Artemis' still-pale face. Artemis though . . . looked okay. The skin around his mouth and eyes was no longer tight with suppressed pain.

"That should last for about twenty four hours," Number One said, forehead wrinkled. "I think the pain would come back gradually, but I'm not sure. It could be dangerous if you're in a saving-the-world situation and it comes back all at once, so if we could put this plan into motion sooner rather than later . . .?"

"Right," said Holly. "My moon belt, as I'm sure you know," here, she glanced at Artemis, who nodded, "was upgraded by Foaly so that it can take more weight. Still, I'm not sure that I can take us all where we need to go very quickly, or in less than two trips."

"That's alright," Number One said absently. "I learned how to teleport last month. As long as you can get Artemis and yourself into position Holly, we'll be fine."

"Why couldn't you put both of them into place as well?" Mulch asked, turning his head from the mini-fridge in the corner, jar of pickles in hand.

Number One sighed. "Glimmer would sense the magic. If you were paying attention to the plan originally, you'd know that Artemis has to appear to have gotten there on his own, and Holly has to be in place before Artemis is with Glimmer."

Before Mulch could respond, Holly donned her helmet and opened the window onto a brisk Irish morning. The air smelled like rain. Great. Just what they needed.

"I do not like this, Artemis." Holly waited semi-patiently as Artemis put a hand on Butler's shoulder. He was tall enough to do that now, even if it did look a bit awkward.

"It will be alright, old friend. Even without knowing much about this spell, I can guess that it would take a while to pull off. She'll need be alive at least that long." Oh, Artemis, thought Holly, you need to work on reassuring people.

Butler looks like he agrees with her, but simply nods and sends Artemis towards Holly with the words, "Be safe."

She attaches Artemis to her belt, calibrating the device to Artemis' weight, which was just about three fourths of the maximum weight. She hands him a piece of cam foil, letting him wrap it around himself before switching on the shield, vibrating out of the visible spectrum. Turning on her wings, Holly flew out of the window with Artemis in tow.

Artemis was dropped about a ten minutes walk from the bend in the river that housed an ancient oak. The place where Artemis had kidnapped her, all those years ago.

"Are you ready?" she had asked as she took back the foil.

"Well, not sure." The boy had looked a bit scared. Holly had to concentrate to stop herself from hugging him. That could wait until after the world had been saved. "I think I'm as ready as I'm going to be. I just hope my acting skills are up to par."

"Acting skills?" Holly had asked, resetting her moon belt.

"I'm supposed to have just murdered all of my friends and family, Holly."

"Oh." There was anger somewhere in that voice, and if she hadn't known how good Artemis Fowl was at hiding his emotions, she might have been worried. But he was good at it, so she didn't worry. "See you on the flip side," she said, and took off, flying towards stonehenge. She could make it in five minutes. A new icon appeared on her helmet screen, and she smiled. Artemis had activated his mic. Somehow, the Mudboy had also improved upon it, adding in a vitals sensor. Blinking at the icon as she flew above the green terrain, she was comforted to see that all of his vitals were normal; whatever Number One had done to stop the pain must have worked very well.

Touching down at stonehenge, Holly blinked away that display, slipping filters over the screen in her helmet, scanning the area for anything unusual. The heat display showed a few blips, most of them probably rabbits, a few birds, and one that might be a young human. She changed filters, scanning for magic, before her brain caught up with her. Wait. Human? It wasn't even eight thirty in the morning. And . . . either it had actually been a fairy, or a child. Haven and Atlantis were on lockdown in order to stop any more prisoners from escaping.

Holly switched back to heat. The figure was within the circle of the old pizza place, behind one of the cooler rock pillars that clawed up into the sky. They didn't want to be seen. Making sure that Artemis' heart rate was not elevated (if he was in Glimmer's hideout, there would invariably be some reaction) Holly turned her wings back on, taking to the sky, helmet screen back to regular.

Movement. Something was moving among the rocky ruins. Someone. But who? How and why were pretty interesting questions as well. She dropped in front of the figure and felt her jaw drop, almost before she actually saw who it was. Oh gods, Artemis might just kill her.

"Myles?"