History will always go on. The present will become the past and the future will become the present, continuing in an annoying circle. Before you know it, you are eighty-nine, sitting in a rocking chair with gray hair and thick reading glasses upon the bridge of your nose.

But one thing is always constant, no matter how much we don't want it to be. The past will always be the past. Time will always pass by and you'll wish that you could change what has happened sometimes. But you can't. Because it's the past. And the past isn't part of the circle. The past doesn't become the future.

But what does the past become? A large, massive graveyard in your head? A place where memories go to die? We forget memories like it was an algorithm. Maybe that was why Artemis Fowl remembered his past.

However, one piece of his past has yet to be recovered to this very day.

Artemis could never figure out why he seemed to forget that piece of his past. Perhaps it was because of his studies with the fairies, with Holly. His adventures could have diverted him. But how could he have forgotten...

Forgotten his first love?

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Present

Artemis Fowl the Second was walking down the hall to the dining hall the floor below. He had just woke up not even half an hour ago and he was already ready for the day of work ahead of him. His raven hair was still damp from the shower he had taken, combed back of course. His suit was freshly pressed, no wrinkles nor a stray mark not hair on it.

The young genius walked calmly down to the dining hall, where his manservant Butler was just setting down his plate for breakfast: an egg white omelet with steamed vegetables and low-fat cheese. Artemis sat down and picked up his fork with one hand, starting to read the morning paper on the desk with the other.

Although newspapers were rated to be outdated and useless these days, the genius had to disagree. There was something to the fine print, not commonly seen on a computerized version of it. Maybe it was just having the physical form in front of him, but it didn't seem to bother Artemis as some people detested reading the actual newspaper.

Butler came back in the room to check on his charge, to find the omelet he cooked almost all gone and Artemis still flicking through the black and white newsprint. The Eurasian was about to turn around and go back to the rest of the manor, resuming his regular duties, when Artemis cleared his throat. Butler looked back to acknowledge Artemis.

"Yes, sir?" He asked, standing up straight and alert in front of his charge, even though Artemis wasn't looking at him.

Without taking his eyes off the papers in his hands, obviously reading something that interested him, Artemis opened his mouth. "Butler, would you refresh my memories for me? Where has my family run off to now?"

Butler didn't take a second moment to answer, immediately replying. "Barbados, sir. They will be back at the end of next week to celebrate the twins' birthday."

Artemis nodded thoughtfully, his eyes still never leaving what was in his hands. "Thank you, you may go back to work now.

With a single, quick nod, Butler turned back around and walked out of the room again.

Artemis finished his breakfast, leaving both the paper and the plate on the table like every morning for Butler to pick up after his daily routine. He then went to his study and began his work for the day.

I could go on about how Artemis did boring paperwork and essays, appeasing to the financial status of the young man's company. Or rather, the family company. However, it didn't matter, since the point was the work is plain and uneventful.

Well, not entirely uneventful. About 2 hours in his work, Artemis got a text message sent to his phone, but the genius was too developed into his work to stop and check. He just dismissed it and carried on.

Then, another disruption came around about three hours after that. However, this time the young man answered. That was only because it was the buzz of his communicator around his finger. That could only mean one thing: Holly.

"Hey, Mud Bot." She greeted when Artemis answered the communicator.

"Bot?" Artemis objected, scrunching his eyebrows in thought. Suddenly, after a quick moment, it came to him. "Foaly..."

The elf laughed through the phone. "Yeah, he thinks that all humans are now droids out to get him."

Artemis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And why in the name of Frond is he thinking like that? I'm almost too worried about the answer..."

"I might have planted the evidence for that in his computer." Holly answered, slightly guilty, but not much.

"I'm half sorry I asked..." He muttered, pushing himself right and left with his foot over and over again lightly. The last thing he wanted to do right now was go back to his work. That and the fact that Holly barely called anymore was enough to keep him on the phone for at least a little while longer. "So, how has the LEP been lately?"

The elf snorted into the phone. "Boring. Actually, everything is pretty boring ever since we saved the world...what, the third time?"

The genius smiled, "Yes, I do believe so. Even the illegal acts I've been going through aren't as exciting anymore." He smirked and had to press two fingers against his lips to stop the forthcoming playful chuckle.

"I know righ-Wait, what?! Fowl…" She tried her best to sound threatening, but even Holly had a hard time not laughing as well. Holly sighed, clicking her tongue and somehow made it sound metallic through the phone. "Actually, I wouldn't be totally against you pissing off the LEP again."

Even though he knew she couldn't see him, the Mastermind still raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?" Artemis inquired, surprised the Captain would even think about him returning to his evil ways once more.

Holly rolled her eyes, "Not what you think, Mud Boy. I meant that if you we doing some money laundering we could see each other more often." Her tone got real serious after that. "I hope that genius brain of yours comprehends that I am joking and I will come up and kill your scrawny little ass if you even think-"

"Calm down, Captain. If I do recall, I have done anything worthy of your threats. However, I know what you are implying. I can hardly remember the last time we saw each other."

Holly sighed again, "Yeah. The LEP treats Visas like Gold."

"Well, it doesn't help much when they know you are going to visit a Mud Man who has kidnapped you before and got that gold ransom. And won." He just had to add that last part.

"Oh Yeah….You're a Mud Man now, huh, Mud Boy?" She teased him playfully. Oh, how the elf was enjoying this.

Artemis smiled, knowing that the elf was only trying to ruffle his feathers. "Yes. Also, I am not scrawny. Not anymore, at least."

"Well, I wouldn't know because of how long we haven't seen each other!" The elf exclaimed. "Honestly, I think I've forgotten what you look like!"

"Well, your boyfriend is the Commander of the LEP. Why can't you just go and ask him if you can come up for the weekend?"

A loud, crackling sigh came through the speaker. "I wish. However, I don't want Trouble thinking about me owing him a favor, you know?" The genius could hear the surprising tension in her voice.

"No, I don't know." Artemis stated.

Holly clicked her tongue. "Oooh, that's right. You're a perfect gentlemen. Forgot about that."

The Mastermind sat back, a scrutinizing look on his face. "What is that suppose to mean, Holly?" His tone was soft, as though he was mildly hurt by her words.

"Artemis…" She breathed, shaking her head because he didn't understand what she was saying. "I mean...Gods, have you ever kissed anyone? Besides me, of course. You're twenty-three, for Frond's sake! You treat women as though they are a freaking precious gem."

"And that's a bad decision because…?" The Mastermind really didn't understand what her point behind all this was.

"It's not bad. In fact, it's terrific. However, you never show interest in anyone! I mean, a hundred beautiful women could walk into a room and you wouldn't care about a single one."

Artemis shrugged. "I'm too busy to think about that, with the company to take care of." He waved his hand dismissively, even though Holly couldn't see it.

Holly rolled her eyes, but chuckled. "I'm guessing that's your awkward way of saying you need to get back to work?" She guessed. Gods, he was the definition of a workaholic.

Artemis smiled, "I'm saying that I have no interest in meeting a woman."

"Ah, so dating isn't in your language either?" Holly walked to the window in Trouble's office, as she was waiting for him to return with lunch. "And you dare to call yourself a genius."

He drummed his fingers on his desk, "Can you get a visa in a week or two?"

Trouble walked in the door then and Holly looked up, smiling at him. The smell of her favorite take-out filling her nose with delight. "I'll see what I can do, Artemis. I have to go." She hung up after that, leaning on Trouble's desk.

Artemis set his communicator back down, ready to go back to work. He moved the mouse to take his computer out of sleep mode. Lightly, he stretched in his seat, about to put his phone back in the drawer next to him, when Artemis remembered the message he had gotten before and never read.

He scrolled through his phone-full of business proposals and financial goals that were already met-when he paused, reading the message.

"Help me, Hunter."

The phone clattered to the floor, Artemis' eyes wide. He couldn't breathe.