A/N: Um . . . so . . . yeah. This is the last chapter. I'm sorry about that, but the ending kinda just . . . fit. This one may be a bit longer than the last few, so maybe that'll help ease into the ending? This ending was totally not planned, but those are my best ones. Ending is something I have issues with sometimes, 'cause these stories multiply like the plot bunnies that started them! This was one of the first impulse-stories I wrote, and I want to thank everyone for being such a receptive audience. I shall miss most of you quite a bit.

This story is dedicated to the 99th reveiwer, FlamingWingsAndFrozenHearts.

R&R, and please review. (It's the last chapter. Please? Just to prove that you made it all the way here.)

Holly did her best to keep both herself and Myles from any more harm, but five ninja fairies against a young Mud boy and one LEP Recon Captain was hardly a fair match. Of course, it had been a worse match when it was fifteen against two, but this was insane. It was all dodging and very little attack. Holly kept Myles close to her body, one hand flat on his back, pressed against his dark blue T-shirt, and the other clutching his hand, hoping to reassure him. He was almost putty in her hands, bending forward when she pushed and stepping left when she pulled, right when she tugged.

It was a dangerous dance, one of steel and black cloth and flashing knives. Holly's neutrino was as good as useless as anything other than a club, but she didn't want to let go of Myles for any reason. If she let go, he might get hurt more than he already was, and with the head wound still bleeding, Holly was becoming a little worried.

She was sweating by the time she noticed the mountain of a Mud man stepping out of thin air not too far from their location. Holly was sweating and tiring and slowing down and those ninjas seemed to have all of their energy. Butler tore through them like a rock through reeds, knocking them unconscious with practiced blows. As soon as she stopped moving, Holly's knees turned to butter and she slid down to the ground. Her right leg was stinging, prickling it's way to numbness, which was bad. The cut must have been deeper than she thought.

A ripping sound had Holly looking up as the world spun dizzyingly. Myles' T-shirt had been ripped up by a few too-close calls, and now he was tearing it into strips, kneeling down to tie some of the strips around her leg.

"Myles!" Artemis' voice sounded hoarse, as if he had been yelling. Screaming. Holly closed her eyes for a second to clear her head. Blood loss tends to make one woozy, and the lower part of her leg was covered with the red liquid.

"Myles, are you alright?"

"Of course brother," Myles stands to meet Artemis, who is staggering across the grass on legs that look about to collapse. "Head wounds look worse than they are, you know that."

"Yes. Yes, of course." Artemis sat down then, closed his eyes, and collapsed the rest of the way so that he lay slightly crumpled on the grass.

"Exhaustion," Myles said, before Holly's sleepy brain could react. He was hovering over his brother, hands fluttering over the pulsepoint on the neck and his brother's forehead. "Fever. We should get home."

"We got Glimmer, right?" Holly slurred to Butler, who was tying some strips above and around a shallower cut on her arm.

"Yeah, Number One stopped her in her tracks. Try to stay awake as long as you can, Captain. Number One'll teleport us to the mansion, and we'll get you stitched up." Holly's head was pounding and her eyes were heavy, but she tried to stay conscious. She managed it just long enough to see Number One coming out of the portal with a bound and unconscious Glimmer Vendera floating after him. Then she fell to darkness.

When Holly woke up, she was back in her room in Fowl Manor. Her whole body ached, and there was a little grey demon asleep in the chair. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, Holly felt an itching uncomfortableness in her upper left arm and upper right thigh. Stitches.

"Number One?" she called. Or tried to; her voice cracked in her dry throat and she started coughing against the dryness.. Fortunately, Number One must have heard her coughs, and a glass of water appeared at her elbow. Holly nodded her thanks as she took it from the demon's small hands and gulped it down. It was like liquid gold sliding down her throat. Not how liquid gold would actually feel . . . just . . . it was the sweetest, smoothest water she'd ever drank.

"Foaly and Master Quan came by with Commander Kelp yesterday and took Glimmer in, she's going to be put away in Atlantis this time, under thoroughly vetted guards. Hopefully her rich benefactors won't be able to use their influence to make her disappear again. Foaly also traced the ninjas to a fairy named Rocky Gulch." Holly felt her lips thin as she thought about that name. The Gulch family owned the largest apartment complex in Haven, and had a lot of family money on top of that. Not quite as influential as the Koboi family, but close. "He's been taken in as well, though he might get out on account of contacts and good old gold."

"Hm." Holly felt her brow wrinkle as she thought back over what Number One had just said. "They came yesterday? How long have I been out?"

"Three days. Myles and Arty've been worried. Arty woke up yesterday evening. It's . . . a little after noon at the moment." He stopped for a moment, tilting his head and regarding Holly through half-lidded eyes. "Butler said that you'll need bedrest for a few days to get your blood sugar up or something like that. You lost a lot of blood."

"Where is Artemis?"

"In his study, I do believe."

"Myles?"

"Probably out in the yard with Beckett and Juliet." Number One pursed his lips before continuing. "He seemed a bit shaken up afterwards, but his mother was most helpful. And . . ." the warlock sighed. "I think Artemis is still recovering from the stress the pain put on both his mind and body. Plus his magic is a little out of control, it's still trying to settle after Glimmer all but ripped it out of him."

"I'm not allowed to move from this bed, am I?"

"Butler did make that clear, yes."

"Could . . . could you go find Artemis and tell him I'd like to talk with him?"

"Sure." Number One jumped down from the chair and trotted out the door.

Holly's helmet was on the bedside table, though she was no longer in her jumpsuit. Instead, she was in a green tank top and a pair of sports shorts. The lamp on the side table was lit, and despite the bright sunlight showing itself around the gaps and edges of the thick curtains, there were shadows cast stark against the creamy tan walls.

The mattress dipping slightly had Holly looking back at the bed, and coming face-to-face with Calypso yet again. The black-and-white furred animal lay down next to Holly, stretching on its side as if begging to get her belly rubbed.

"She likes you." Artemis' voice had her looking towards the door. He walked into the room, and Holly noticed that he moved slowly, almost haltingly. "My ah . . . my legs are having the hardest time adjusting. I was laying down for quite a long while, and with the pain causing my brain to start prioritizing . . . well, I need to get used to using them again. With Vendera, I didn't do much walking. It was mostly just standing there. And, well." He lowered himself onto Number One's vacated chair. "You wanted to talk with me?"

"Wanted to make sure you're okay."

"Yes, largely. My parents weren't particularly happy that I kept secrets from them, again, but they understand my reasons, which makes it bearable. The human race was saved, and my family is safe, which is the best outcome."

"I . . . I've never had any siblings," Holly said quietly. "I was an only child. I can't imagine the bond you have with Myles and Beckett."

"It's a bit like the bond I have with you, to be perfectly honest, which I so rarely am." Artemis smiled at Holly as Calypso leapt from the bed to his lap. His mitch-matched eyes almost twinkled. "Although, with our genetics intermingling, we really might be considered siblings."

A slow smile slid over Holly's features. "You know, I think you're right, Arty. I think you're right."

A/N: That's all, folks! I'm a bit sad that this story's coming to the end, and I can see where someone might want more, but I kinda wanna end it here. I like the ending. Good-bye my friends, and may your reading be fruitful and your day be lovely. :)

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