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Upper Levels, Haven City

Lower Elements Police Plaza

Artemis straightened his gold wrist watch and blew out a quick breath as he charged through the crowd. This was it. He tugged on the navy lapels of his grid-patterned blazer with confidence. Flashes of light blinded him from the front, from the sides; anywhere he looked and turned there was a paparazzo or reporter wanting his feelings on the trial, his story, what designer he was wearing. Artemis could do this. He was made for this, and he was prepared.

"Artemis! Artemis, over here!"

"Mud Man! Look at the camera!"

"Fowl! How are you feeling about your upcoming deposition?!"

He waved off an enthusiastic sprite, sporting a classic, smug smirk as he ignored the sweltering heat and fervent fairies around him. He went over his plan for the thousandth time in his head as he powered through the hustle and bustle.

The gnome officer at the kiosk gaped at the celebrity human approaching him, straightening up and gulping in place behind the glass. "He-hello. Ticket, please?"

Artemis briskly flashed a gold pass, the mark of an official Fairy Council invitation. "If you could hurry, please," he pressed, nodding to the blustering crowd behind him.

"O-of course, sir. Right through here, please," the gnome stammered, approving Artemis' entry. The electrified gate fizzled out and blinked green, allowing the human to pass through.

Artemis sighed to himself as he heard the paparazzi and reporters drown out by the LEP's glass-enclosed corridors. Since his arrest, their presence grew heavier and heavier in his daily life. It was becoming commonplace to see his face smeared over billboards and tabloids with headlines like, "Mud Man free from prison! What is the criminal mastermind up to now?" "Caught red-handed! Is Fowl dating a pixie?!" "Artemis Fowl: Haven's only human bachelor!"

He ran a thumb over his smirk as he mulled over the facts. He couldn't help but appreciate the media's obsession over him, and considering he was a human with a criminal history, having the media on his side would also influence whatever decision the Council came up with - that, and Holly Short's word, of course.

Speaking of Holly Short, Artemis lifted his eyes from the tiled floor, searching the plaza's bustling lobby for the miniscule chance he'd run into her. Holly had left a few hours before Artemis had awoken, so she was likely taking her break before his trial. Where her break would be was a mystery. Artemis sent her a quick text before observing the Gnommish directory hanging above, looking for the directions for the Haven City Council. Beep beep . He glanced at his phone screen.

Holly: look up lol

Artemis raised a brow. Wasn't he just looking up? She couldn't be that hard to miss, could she? He found her waving an arm at him from a glass balcony three stories up. Even from the ground floor Artemis could see her pearly smile. He waved back at her and made his way to the escalators. Might as well kill some time.

Commodore Holly Short, meanwhile, was several hours into her shift and had managed to take her lunch break before the council meeting. She sat opposite Captain Lili Frond, both officers slurping down fruit smoothies at their café table.

"Isn't Fowl's deposition today?" Lili asked suddenly.

"Yeah."

"You have to go?"

"Yeah."

Lili raised a brow at Holly. "Uh, are you okay?"

"Yeah! Yeah. Sorry." Holly shook her head. She stared at her avocolada smoothie. "I guess my mind is on other things."

"Like you two living together?" Lili said playfully, wiggling her brows at Holly. "How's that?"

"Really good, actually. He's not allowed near the kitchen anymore, though."

"What?! Why?"

"He set my dish towel on fire."

"He set it on fire?" Lili gaped.

"He didn't realize he left it on the stove," Holly shrugged, rolling her eyes with a smile. "He has to buy his espresso to-go now."

"For a genius, he's pretty clueless, huh?"

"You have no idea."

Lili chuckled to herself and mindlessly looked out over the balcony when she noticed a tall and pale well-dressed human strolling through the ground floor lobby. She perked up and gripped Holly's arm excitedly. "Hey! Isn't that him right there?!"

Holly looked over and a deep blush swept across freckled cheeks as she noticed his designer suit-and-tie. "Oh, Frond. He really went all out for this trial, didn't he?"

"Jesus Christ. He's fucking hot." Lili leaned over the railing to get a better look. "How do you manage to live with him?!"

Holly raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

"Like, how do you keep your hands off of him?!" she sat back in her seat, her eyes hungry slits at Holly. "Artemis-fuck-me-Fowl."

"My gods." Holly rolled her eyes, resting her gaze on him below.

Was Artemis really that handsome? She noticed an influx of fairy attention on them when they went out, and he'd managed to attract Keni. Now Lili, too? Holly's eyes scanned him. His broad shoulders nicely filled out his fitted blazer, and the way his hair was slicked back highlighted his bearded jaw nicely. His austere eyes were a piercing blue, the kind that could see straight through your soul. The aloof air about him was definitely appealing- wait. Do I… do I also think Artemis is hot? I mean, he's definitely attractive. But… do I find him hot?

Holly shook her head to clear her thoughts. "We're best friends. Nothing more."

Lili rested her chin on her hand as she gazed down at him. "Tell him to come over! I wanna meet him."

"What?! Right now?"

Lili grabbed Holly's forearms from across the table. "Pleaseee? Pleaseee?"

"Gods. Okay, okay." Beep beep. Holly glanced at her phone and smirked, sending a text back. "Looks like your prayers were answered."

"See?" Lili raved on as Holly waved her arms down at Artemis. "It's meant to be." When he noticed them and waved back, heading for the escalator, Lili raced for her holo-mirror. She looked through her features for any flaws. "Do I look okay? Do I have berry in my teeth?"

Holly rolled her eyes, catching sight of Artemis approaching them over Lili's shoulder. "Hey!" she smiled, waving him over. He stopped between them at their table. "You look good! I was afraid the fire held you up."

Artemis' cheeks burned but he attempted a guilty smile. "I'm alive and in one piece, but I'll admit my ego is in shambles."

"Oh yes. Who would've thought Artemis Fowl should be around a stove?"

"Is it my fault you prefer an ancient method of crafting espresso?" Artemis countered.

"Oh yes," Holly droned sarcastically, leaning into him with a grin. "Because a moka pot is too ancient for a mud man to use-"

"Nevermind that," Artemis interjected, shooting her a playful glare before settling his focus on Lili. "You must be the famous Lili Frond I've heard so much about."

"That's meee!" Lili smiled, batting her lashes. "And you must be the infamous Artemis Fowl I've seen everywhere."

Artemis reached his hand out for her to shake. "A pleasure to finally meet you."

His phone's alarm went off just then, a smooth, sultry voice stating "Your deposition begins in T-minus 10 minutes. Do you need a second remin-"

"Oh! Ignore that," Artemis muttered, fumbling with the alarm.

But Lili was more than amused. She arched a brow and looked at him in wild confusion. "Was that-? What that my-?"

Artemis smiled nervously through burning cheeks. What a time to make a fool of himself. "Yes. That was your voice."

Lili looked between him and Holly in bewilderment. "What?!" she laughed, deeply amused.

"Let me explain," he chuckled, lifting his palms sheepishly. "So, as you're well aware, you and Holly were not on friendly terms-"

"Uh-huh," she nodded, leaning into him curiously.

"-And you were the bane of her existence. So," he rubbed his neck as he faced her. "I assigned your voice to my phone's system to annoy her."

Lili blinked at him, her smile growing larger. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," he laughed back casually.

"So, you've literally known who I am this whole time?" Lili glanced at Holly and mouthed to her, "AHHHHHH!"

Holly crossed her arms and shrugged but Artemis kept on. "Indeed. You seem to have sold your likeness and voice to a stock company, so despite your royal standing and Holly's rivalry with you, you're quite the prominent figure amongst the People."

"Oh my gods," Lili cooed, her hands on her cheeks. "You have me flustered, Fowl. I don't know what to say!" She winked over at Holly, whose face was ever-reddening. "At least buy me a drink first if you're going to use my voice!"

"Ugh," Holly groaned in her throat, avoiding the two's interactions. She was glad they seemed to hit it off so easily, and even moreso Artemis seemed so… casual? But there was another feeling nagging under her skin.

Despite her laughter, Lili noticed the other elf's annoyance and squinted at her. What was up with Holly? Was she…? Lili's eyes widened in realization and she snapped back to Artemis. "Hey! What are you doing next week?" She could feel Holly's eyes burning into her soul but she continued on. Holly would just have to trust her.

Artemis opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was, "Uh…" He quickly shut up and looked at Holly, as if for assurance. She was completely avoiding their conversation, her face turned towards the balcony. Without her say, Artemis turned back to Lili. "I should be available by the 30th. What did you have in mind?"

"Just hang out," Lili smiled, careful to watch Holly in her peripheral vision as she leaned into Artemis. "We can get coffee or something."

"I like coffee," Artemis nodded, anxiety growing in him. Was Lili asking him out? Or out? He couldn't help but glance at Holly again for clarification, but she was avoiding his gaze altogether. "All of us? Or…?"

"Just us," Lili winked, tapping Holly's arm. "Just for a bit. You won't mind, right, Holly?"

"Why would I mind? I don't care. We're just friends. I don't care," Holly shrugged, still avoiding both friends' eyes. I definitely care. Why do I care?!

"See? She doesn't mind," Lili stated, tapping Holly's armored arms once more before turning her body to face Artemis. She reached her hand out to him. "Give me your phone."

Artemis was surprised that he immediately handed it to her without question, only contemplating it once his phone was already in her palm. She was quite charismatic, wasn't she?

Lili tapped a few keys and handed it back to him. "Now you can match a face to the voice," she winked, resting her chin on her hand. "Text me."

"Sure. That's fine with me," Artemis smiled. He caught the time on the digital clock overhead and looked between the elves. "I should get going-"

"Yup. Don't wanna be late, even if it is fashionable," Holly mused, tapping the tabletop as she finally set her eyes back on him. She felt small next to Lili, as if Artemis wouldn't even notice her. But she couldn't blame Lili anymore - these were her own insecurities. "You know where you're going?"

"I do, in fact."

"Good. I'll see you there?"

"Where else would I be?" he teased. His gaze lingered on Holly. She was behaving a little oddly but he brushed it off. "Good day, ladies."

Holly watched him walk a few steps away, feeling selfish for being insecure. So, she pulled herself together and called out, "Arty!" He stopped and whirled around, his brows slightly raised at her. "You're gonna do great." She offered him a sweet smile. "You've got this."

Artemis felt his heart swell. He blinked once, a smile forming on his lips. He nodded to her in thanks and continued on, hands in pockets as he made for the top floor.

When Holly's eyes craned back to Lili, she frowned at the mischievous glint in the blonde's eyes. "What?"

"I see you."

Holly looked around a little confused. "You see me?"

"Yuh. I see you," Lili repeated, pointing a finger at Holly. "I've got you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're jealous I asked Fowl out."

Holly felt her face tingle. She was sure her cheeks were bright coral now. "J-jealous?! I am not jealous."

"You're totes jealous," Lili shook her head. "You keep saying you're just friends but it's so obvious you like him."

"I-I-!" Holly stammered, her fists on the table. "I don't like him!"

"No?"

"No!"

"Oh, okay," Lili continued, casually checking her manicure. "So you don't care if I fuck him then?"

"Don't you fucking dare," Holly warned, hardening her gaze.

"So, if you don't like him, why do you care?" Lili grinned.

"I-I don't!" Holly threw her hands up. "But, you're my friends! I-I don't want my friends dating each other-"

"Holly," Lili interrupted, grabbing Holly's hand firmly. "Do you trust me?"

"This isn't about trust! I just do-"

"Holly!" Lili yelped. "I need you to trust me when I say I see you, and I've got you." Her grin grew larger, her finger waving in the air at her. "I'm gonna set you two up."

"What?!"

"Jesus Christ. Drop the act. You two are way too cute together," Lili carried on, reaching for her smoothie.

Holly blinked at her. "Why do you keep saying Jesus Christ? Isn't he one of the human Gods?"

"He's the son of the God… or something like that, thank you very much," Lili explained sternly. "And I much prefer it to 'Oh Frond'. Like, what? You really think I'm gonna say my own name? That's fuckin' weird."

"Isn't it offensive to say Jesus' name?"

"It's catchy! Besides, who cares about offending mud men?" Lili exasperated, when she realized what Holly was doing and waved a finger at her. "HEY! Nuh-uh-uh! You don't get to just change the subject."

Holly smirked to herself. Maybe Artemis was rubbing off on her. "What makes you think we should be together, anyway?" Holly rolled her eyes, sitting back in her metal chair.

"Um, you guys have more chemistry than Romeo and Juliet. Like, are you fucking kidding me?"

"I dunno. You two seemed pretty into each other," Holly accused dully, crossing her arms.

"Holly. You literally cannot be that blind."

The mini computer on her wrist buzzed and Holly popped up. "Well! His trial starts any moment, so I gotta run."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get outta here," Lili smiled, smacking Holly's butt as the elf stood beside her. "Text me, asswipe."

"See ya later, dick squeeze."

"Bye, mud lover." Holly flashed her a playful middle finger as she strode away with her helmet at her hip. Lili watched her go, shaking her head fondly as her chin fell into her palm again. "You'll thank me one day, weirdo."

Police Plaza, Top Floor

Haven City Council

The next few minutes seemed to speed by as Artemis finally found himself in Haven's famed Council Room, a court of fairies wrapped in a half-circle around him. The massive room was carved out of quartz crystal, cyan tourmaline points jutting out from the glass floor and cavern walls, some tall enough to spear high into the glass domed ceiling. Gilded gold vines accented the walls and floors, and a large teal banner hung behind the court, reading Haven City Council in Gnommish gold letters. Holly and Commander Kelp had their own stand to Artemis' left while Foaly was situated at his right, leaving him front and center at his solid gold podium.

Chairman Cahartez stood from his seat. He donned his signature conical hat and gold-teal robes, standing center of Haven's Council of six. "Please state your full name and title," he declared to Artemis, his voice booming through the crystalline walls.

"Dr. Artemis Fowl the Second," Artemis announced from his podium, alone in the center of the floor.

"And you are a human, correct?" the Chairman asked.

"Yes," Artemis answered, offering a friendly, tight-lipped smile. "Technically, that is correct."

"Technically?"

"Well, as you're aware, my family and your People are intertwined in more ways than one. Your own technical advisor here," Artemis motioned to the geeky centaur to his far right, "grew this body from my DNA in his lab here in Haven. So, technically I am human, but I was conceived by your People… so to speak."

Chairman Cahartez nodded slowly, as if struggling to understand. "Yes… of course. Well then, Dr. Fowl, if we may begin?"

Cahartez stepped forward. A hologram-projection sprung to life in the center of the room, taking the form of gold dust particles until the particles spun around, morphing to reveal LEP arrest documents before their eyes. Cahartez held his palms out towards Artemis. "Dr. Fowl was arrested under suspicion of engaging in illegal commerce in The Black Alley. He was released when Commander Kelp and Commodore Short failed to obtain a confession or discover evidence of any wrongdoing. This was confirmed by you, Foaly. Correct?"

"That'd be correct, Chairman!" Foaly whinnied from his stand.

"Councilors, we are meeting today to discuss the terms and conditions of Dr. Fowl's business, his visa, and a possible deportation and mind-wipe. If we are ready to debilitate, say 'ay'. If any are not, say 'nay'. Ay," Cahartez started, raising his palm into the air.

"Ay" rang around the room, for no one had protested. At that, the Chairman sat back in his intricately carved seat. "We may begin."

A female elf, maybe 400 years old, with a brunette ponytail and green-tinted glasses stepped forward, a welcoming yet stern expression across her broad brow. "Dr. Artemis Fowl," she started, her voice warm as honey tea. "I am T.J. Fleetstream, Inclusivity and Diversity Officer for Haven City Council. In case you're unfamiliar, it is my duty to make sure every fairy species is fairly represented in court. Meaning…"

"-Meaning you're likely against my position as a CEO amongst the People," Artemis concluded, catching onto her point. "Considering I am human, after all."

"Yes," she smiled, frown lines creasing around her mouth. "Especially considering you're running your business out of The Black Alley. If you don't mind, I have some questions for you."

"Of course," Artemis approved, stepping out from the podium so she could fully gaze down at him.

"With Foaly's access, your bank accounts show you have less than a thousand alums to your name. What is the point of your position if not to make money? And how do you intend to pay your employees?"

"Good questions, Councilor," Artemis nodded, placing his arms behind his back. "Furthermore, I'd like to reduce our time here and explain everything, if that's acceptable with the Council?"

"Ay."

Artemis felt a jolt of excitement rush through him. He loved a good audience, and even moreso, any chance to put his attorney's license to use. He cleared his throat and stepped before the Council, reaching a hand into his pocket.

"You may or may not have heard, but around a month ago I returned from a five year expedition in space. In my time on the moon and Mars, I have discovered and created various substances. The one I'd like to present to you today is artelite."

Artemis removed his hand from his pocket, revealing a tiny plastic container in his palm. The container unfolded itself, retracting inwards until it created a flat plate, presenting the luminescent, cyan mineral cluster. "Artelite is a substance I created from several of Mars' elements. It is not only easily synthesized, but it can be morphed into any form. You may be wondering what it does." Artemis took a few steps forward, waving a hand to the digital clock on the far wall. "I've noticed your clock is out of commission. If I may demonstrate…?"

The Councilors looked at each other but none objected, nodding to him instead. Artemis' fingers stroked the cluster delicately, peeling off a miniscule, crystal point. He raised it into the air for the Council to see before setting the entire cluster down on the podium. He strode over to the clock on the wall, ignoring the stepping stool beside it. He unscrewed the clock face and removed the battery inside, fitting the tiny crystal into the slot instead. He closed the clock face and screwed it back on, taking a step back to admire his work.

After several seconds, a burly gnome squinted, leaning forward in his seat, "What are we waiting on, Fowl?"

Just then the clock sprung to life, the light fizzling on and the hologram numbers winding up to correct the current date and time. Some of the Council ooed and awed, while others were decidedly unimpressed. The same gnome stood from his chair and moved over to the clock to get a better look, his robes flowing behind him. "So, it's a power source. What does this have to do with your business?"

Artemis flashed him a vampiric smile as he strode back to the podium. "It has everything to do with my business, Councilor…?"

"Sol Lope, General of the LEP," the elder gnome grunted in response.

"Councilor Lope: In basic terms, I would like to legitimize The Black Alley by employing its members and leveraging its capital into a new, entirely legal business venture built around artelite. These members are already bound to me, and I will be protecting their identities. So far, I've kept them paid using Goliath Knopp's funds, however, due to the criminal nature of his accounts, I've refused to take any money for myself.

"What do you mean, they are bound to you?" T.J. questioned from her chair. "At no point should any fairy be bound to a human."

"Bound, as in, they have criminal history I will expose if they are caught committing any illegal activities within the company," Artemis flashed a canine at her. "They are not servants. They're free to quit at any time."

"If I may interject, Dr. Fowl," another female voice from across the room cut in. A shorter, pudgier female elf raised a brow at him. "I am Dr. Belleva Beste, Deputy Director of Howler's Peak. From one Doctor to another, do you sincerely think it realistic that criminals won't engage in crime in favor of 'going clean'?" She threw her nose in the air. "As someone who works exclusively with criminals, I think not."

"In no way do I mean to minimize your experience, Doctor, but I was a criminal. You don't need me to remind you, I'm sure. If there is anyone who can lead criminals into going straight, it would be me."

"And how so?"

"Simple," Artemis smiled again. "Under strict orders, you fool them into thinking they're committing crimes, when in reality, they're doing fair, legal labor."

"So, you've been tricking them."

"And it's worked splendidly so far."

The Councilors were stunned for a few moments when the Chairman broke the silence. "Give us a moment to deliberate, please," Cahartez announced. The Councilors huddled in close, debating in hushed tones amongst each other.

Artemis took the moment to scan the luxurious council room, his gaze landing on the elfin officers at their stand. His eyes met Holly's and he felt his heart lurch. He hoped wasn't making a fool of himself, but found reassurance when she flashed him a thumbs up and excited smile instead. "You're doing great!" he read from her lips, returning the smile. "Thank you," he mouthed back when the Council finished. Someone cleared their throat to get his attention and he focused back on the Councilors.

"We'd like to hear from you, Foaly," a blonde pixie asked as he stood behind his chair. "We'd like to hear your perspective on this artelite substance, and what of Fowl's plans to distribute it."

"Of course, Councilor Oot," Foaly neighed excitedly, clopping off his stand. He lifted the remote to the hologram projector in the center of the room, a scientific model of artelite broken down before them. "As an ally and long-time friend of Artemis, I was in contact with him during his first year in space. During that time, he sent me journals, formulas - one of these was artelite, a substance he created from a Martian mineral. And since his arrest, he was nice enough to gift me my very own cluster!" Foaly excitedly reached into his pocket to reveal his own glittering artelite crystal.

"Get to the point, Foaly," General Lope warned from his seat.

"Right. So, I've tested artelite numerous times since then to prepare for this hearing, and… well, if I'm honest?" His big brown eyes sparkled with scientific passion at the fairies. "This stuff is incredible. It can power almost anything. Councilor Marsh, you'd be pleased to know that it's also ridiculously cheap, and entirely too easy to recreate."

Councilor Kareem K. Marsh steepled gold-laced fingers. "And the revenue to be gained from it? How would this benefit us, exactly?"

Artemis stepped forward once more, his determined sneer on the Councilor's creased eyes. "Haven's market would be in direct contact with The Black Alley. We've already secured several businesses in our network."

"That sounds an awful lot like money laundering without actually using the phrase." Councilor Marsh looked astonished. "Please tell me I'm wrong."

"You are. We're in touch. I've not allowed any funds through yet." He nodded to the Councilors in respect. "Not without your permission."

"You're asking us to allow you to launder money through Haven's businesses?" T.J. questioned from the opposite side of the room.

"Criminals," Dr. Beste snorted, jotting down in her notepad.

"Think of it though: if we regulated his laundering, we're basically regulating The Black Alley! We'd be touching funds that were invisible to us before. We could even distribute these funds more efficiently-"

"Councilor Marsh, please tell me you're not taking the human's side on this!" Dr. Beste snapped up from her notes. "This is absurd. We will be no different from the criminals if we allow this!"

"There could be interesting developments from this engagement, though," Professor Oot chimed in.

"No, no, no! And imagine if those reckless brothers of his get involved. We can't risk it."

"I'm with Beste on this," General Lope grunted as he lit a fungus cigar between his lips, blue smoke circling the air. "I say mind-wipe the mud man and be done with it."

Artemis cleared his throat. "I believe I am entitled to call a witness in my defense?"

The Councilors silenced, their gazes transfixed on him. He motioned his hand towards Holly in her stand.

"Come forward, please," Cahartez requested.

Holly stood from her seat, her hands in tight fists at her hips and her jaw set. She didn't look at Artemis but instead focused on the Council as she took her place beside him.

"Please state your rank and name."

"Commodore Holly Short," Holly said, pulling her Book out around her neck, her fingers wrapped tightly around it.

"Do you swear to tell the truth in Frond's name?"

"I do."

"And do you swear to give the Council in this matter the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you Gods?"

"I do." Holly took a breath, her hand still on the tiny Book around her neck. "I'm the fairy Artemis Fowl the Second kidnapped many, many years ago. I'm also the one who arrested him over a week ago," she spoke clearly as she strode around the podium, taking the center of the room. "Despite our actions, I sincerely believe Artemis is a good person and intends to do good for Haven. He's not only a super genius, but his experience and knowledge of the business world can help the East Bank and Lower Levels out of poverty. Think of the good that can come from having him on your side, especially because it's the side he wants to be on. On top of that, he's an extremely influential figure amongst the People. Have you seen the tabloids recently?"

"You should've seen the crowd earlier," Artemis agreed slyly alongside Holly, his heart fluttering in his suit. "I was nearly trampled trying to attend this very meeting."

"Exactly. With attention like that, it wouldn't do us any good to have him deported. It would turn the People against you. Plus, having him around for much longer may spike the GDP."

"I'm afraid that may be true," T.J. chuckled, the crystal skylight above causing her emerald lenses to flare. " Luna's Goodies on Amberwood Ave has been selling Fowl and Fairy cupcakes for the past week. I haven't even bothered stopping in, it's been so packed."

"Who's side are you on, Fleetstream?!" Dr. Beste scowled. "Since when are we influenced by celebrities, much less human ones?"

"I am on whichever side helps our People," T.J. replied stiffly. "And right now, Dr. Fowl and his associates have made several good propositions."

"Councilors, I will have order in the court," Chairman Cahartez demanded. He stood from his golden chair and straightened his conical hat, eyes rounding on Artemis and Holly at the podium. "Before we even discuss business matters, we must discuss safety. Is this element toxic? Flammable? Explosive?" He turned on Foaly this time. "What does this element actually consist of?"

"Substance, Chairman," Artemis corrected, unable to help himself. "It is a substance, not an element. Neither of the Martian elements that make up part of its formula are explosive. Toxic? Well… I wouldn't suggest consuming most rocks anyway, unless you have the jaw and digestive system of a dwarf, so…" he trailed off with a slick grin and a shrug.

"Is it non-explosive? How can you be sure?" the Chairman doubted, squinting eyes at him.

"It powered both the suits and helmet derived from Foaly's award-winning design, as well as my ship after it was damaged in a meteor shower within Mars' orbit. Unless you're an expert on Martian geology and mineralogy, Chairman Cahartez?" Artemis challenged with a raised brow. "I know the LEP doesn't have a space unit that's ventured as far as Mars, correct? You also have no satellites that far out. Isn't that right, Foaly?"

Foaly furrowed his brows down at Artemis, sincerely wishing the human didn't have to be such a little shit in front of the Council. "It's true," he sighed, hanging his head in defeat. "After the hijacked space probe, I've been too cautious to send anything further than the moon."

Artemis moved from around the podium, his back firm and tall as he stood with confidence before the Council. "I can absolutely guarantee you that this substance is non-explosive, and that by distributing it to your people, you could create a clean source of fuel from this. Your people could be in their own hovercars soon - their own vehicles - and you wouldn't need to worry about pollution within the confines of the cavern. Imagine the revenue you'd make from transportation, from the artelite fuel sold to power them-"

"I understand, Dr. Fowl. And to be completely honest, I'd have to agree that you make a compelling argument." Chairman Cahartez leaned forward, rigid eyes bearing down at Artemis. "But what if a goblin, for example, finds a way to weaponize this. What then?"

"There are dozens of power sources already available to them, if that were to be the case," Artemis countered. "Once you've pushed through the regulations on moving funds within The Black Alley, those sales will be tracked and archived."

"And what if you're wrong? What if these gangs find a way to make it dangerous anyway?"

Artemis Fowl gave Chairman Cahartez his most classic, smug grin. "If I'm right, I'm a prodigy. If I'm wrong, then I'm crazy. That's the way history is written." He glanced over at Holly, meeting her mismatched eyes. A warm smile crept her cheeks as he offered a wink. "And I haven't been wrong so far."

The meeting didn't last long after Holly's testimony, with her escorting Artemis towards the exit of Police Plaza alone once it was concluded. She smirked as she watched him fiddle with the gold cufflinks on his blazer. "So? Pleased with the results of your deposition?"

"Of course. I owe it to you and Foaly, Holls," Artemis said brightly, straightening up. He tilted his head slightly towards her. "I'm rather surprised Commander Kelp didn't protest my position. However, I suspect he may have done it to please you."

Holly stopped in her tracks, grimacing at him. "What does that mean?"

Artemis stopped a little in front of her. "Well, you're dating. Naturally, he'd be wise to keep you happy."

Holly's grimace became emotionless, blinking at him until she burst into joyous laughter. "Artemis fucking Fowl!" She threw her head back, totally hysterical. "I'll admit. You can be funny sometimes."

Artemis stared, unamused. "That wasn't a comedic attempt…?"

Holly put a reassuring hand on his suited arm, her eyes kind on him. "I'm not dating Trouble. We stopped seeing each other. It wasn't right for either of us."

Artemis nodded casually, but inside he felt stunned and… hopeful? Don't be a fool. "Ah. I see. Sorry to hear that."

"Nah. It's okay, really." She shrugged awkwardly, moving back towards the electrified gate with him. "I'd say we're both single now, but you just scored a date with Lili Frond, so…"

"I wouldn't classify it as a date," Artemis said firmly. "Besides, I'll be much too busy with the production and distribution of artelite to fret over things like dating." Liar. He stopped by the exit gate, the acrylic wall door before him sliding open. "Anyway, I should get going. Thank you again, Holls," Artemis said, offering her a small, genuine smile. "This wouldn't be the success it was without your help."

"Oh?!" Holly beamed at him, hands on her hips. "Is the great Artemis Fowl acknowledging my help?!"

"Of course," Artemis replied, his smile growing larger. "When have I not?"

They said their good-byes, Artemis leaving Holly by the gate of Police Plaza. But before he was totally out of reach, he heard her voice call to him, "I remember, by the way!"

Artemis stopped and turned around, meeting his best friend's smile. He couldn't help but form one as well; she was infectious. He pondered what she could be referring to, when it hit him. "I hoped you might. Only the context has slightly changed."

"You're both, by the way."

"Oh?" He lifted a single brow. Even as dozens of fairies bustled and passed them by, it was like they only noticed each other, his eyes locked on hers. "I'm both crazy and a prodigy?"

"Yeah," Holly teased, her brows furrowing impishly. "Only a crazy person would jump off the tallest building in the world with a bomb strapped to his wrist."

"Ho-ho!" Artemis laughed, throwing his head back. "I guess you're as bad as me then, considering you came along."

"Yeah, it's my curse," she chuckled, shrugging. "I'm stuck with you till the end, I guess."

Artemis couldn't help but stumble a little at her words. He knew what she meant, and he knew she was coming from a platonic place, but he couldn't help his heart skipping every other beat in his chest, flighty bits of twisting and turning knobs in his stomach. Butterflies? Is that what people call them?

He shook himself out of it, ignoring the burning on his flesh. "I hope that you are," he said softly, realizing he sounded a little sentimental. "A curse, though? I recall you saying 'I like having you around'," he teased her back, crossing his arms and leaning into her a bit.

"Yeah, well, maybe I like curses. You never know," Holly crossed her arms, mimicking him. As he got closer, she felt her cheeks growing hot. Damn it. He is kind of hot, isn't he? "I guess things could be worse."

"Oh, really?" Artemis challenged, leaning against the gate beside her. "What's that supposed to mean, Short?"

"Don't call me by my last name!"

"Are you saying you like being cursed by me?"

"Are- are you flirting with me, Artemis-"

"Of course not," he said smugly as he checked his nails patiently. "I'm only asking you to clarify what you've said-"

"Artemis fucking Fowl-" Holly warned humorously, jamming a finger at his chest. "I'm- I'm going back to work!" She whipped around and stormed off for a few feet before smiling at him from over her shoulder. "I'm leaving."

"You're ridiculous," Artemis shook his head in amusement, getting off the gate. "I'll see you at home, Holls."

She felt like sun rays beamed on her as prickly heat spread through her arms and chest. "Home, yeah." She gave a warm smile, remembering she wasn't alone anymore. "I'll see you then." She nodded to him once, their gaze lingering on each other's. He's just taking those mental pictures he likes. Don't overthink it. "Bye," she said, turning to stride back into the hustle and bustle of Police Plaza.

"Bye," he said quietly, almost to himself. It was only when she was gone did Artemis notice all the fairies huddled around him, especially the ones with more nefarious intentions. He ignored them as he moved past, making his way towards the Thoroughfare.

"Fowl! Artemis Fowl! How was your hearing?!" "Did your deposition go well?! Are you being deported?! What's your salary like right now?! Is the elf commodore your new girlfriend?!"

The last one got Artemis' attention and he snapped to the paparazzo sprite with fervid irritation. "That elf's name is Holly Short, and she is a fantastic commodore. Show respect and use her name," he scowled, pushing past the crowd of fairies below him. It wasn't hard for him, being much taller than them. He often wondered if this was how Butler experienced the world.

But, Artemis had made the mistake of answering the media, indeed a rare heated moment for him. But with Holly, it was as if he couldn't help it. He couldn't stand her image being reduced to 'a girlfriend', or 'that elf.' It was clear who the People's favorite of the Fowl and Fairy franchise was, but just because it was him didn't mean he agreed with it. But despite his feelings towards the matter, it only fed the media's curiosity more.

"FOWL! FOWL! ARE YOU AND HOLLY SHORT DATING?" "Please confirm, sir!" "He didn't say no! Quick! Write this down, Barbara!" "What about the pixie girl? Are you dating both fairies?" "Artemis Fowl! Do you consider yourself a playboy?!"

It was maddening. He understood the reasons for societies latching onto celebrities' lives as a form of escapism, but he wasn't a celebrity. He was just an out-of-place human who's every move was apparently too fascinating for the fairy media to not keep up with. How they found his morning espresso interesting was beyond him.

Artemis powered through the media frenzy on the Thoroughfare, the misty sim-sky overhead replicating the stormy surface above. Thunder rolled through Haven's hidden cavern speakers, a slight rumble beneath his black dress shoes as Artemis carefully hopped onto Haven's Stick platform, riding the Stick into the Lower Levels of the city. That didn't stop the paparazzi from joining in, bombarding Artemis from all sides.

"Fowl! Fowl!"

Artemis gritted his teeth in annoyance and took the next exit platform, hopping off the Stick to wander into the sleazy Saw District.

Neon pink and gold lights strobed the streets as electronic bass boomed from run-down storefronts. Grime stuck to the steamy cavern vents that fogged the holo-advertisements around him. Artemis rounded a corner into a tight alleyway, looking over his shoulder to check the media presence. They were gaining speed on him, and increasing from a dozen fairies to at least thirty now and Artemis was missing his trusty bodyguard at the moment.

"Hellfire," he swore and whirled back around, zipping off into the tight alleyway. He rounded a corner, then another, looking back every so often to check for fairies.

"Artemis! Please! Just give us one word!"

Artemis groaned as he swerved another corridor, picking up his speed into a jog now. Actually on the run. Preposterous.

"Catch him!"

What?! He craned his neck to look and a sprite was barrelling for him. He ducked at the last minute, the sprite swooping over his head past him. He held back the urge to threaten the sprite's reputation and bank account, reminding himself it was his engagement that started this hysteria in the first place. He needed a way out now.

Artemis came to a forked alleyway, his eyes darting left and right. He quickly settled on the left, as it was always the more comfortable choice for him. He sped off as quickly as he could muster in his dress shoes, careful not to slip on the smooth obsidian. He eventually skidded to a halt on a rusted, broken railing, the metalwork missing large chunks. He panted over the ledge as he caught his breath. He looked around at the glittering fae metropolis above him. It loomed over the Lower Levels, a shadow of what could've been had Haven's elite not abandoned them.

Artemis took a final heave as he stared into the dark corridor he escaped from. It seemed he'd lost the media, for now. Artemis couldn't help but smile to himself a little. He'd had great success at his hearing with the Council, the fairy people were obsessed with him, he'd finally be making an income off of his creation, and he was on better terms with Holly. Was he… actually doing alright for himself here? Was living a simpler life in Haven like this… okay?

Beep beep. Beep beep. His Faetek phone buzzed in his trouser pocket and he dug it out from the depths. He felt his chest warm in comfort when he saw the screen. It was Butler, his name blinking in Gnommish letters. Artemis sighed with relief as he took the call.

"Hello, Butler," Artemis greeted fondly in English, a smile plastered to his face. "Perfect timing, old friend! I've actually just-"

"Hello, darling."

This voice. This voice wasn't the gruff, rumbly voice of his massive bodyguard. This voice was sweet, maternal, bright.

"Mother."

"Oh, my baby Arty," his mother cooed. "I've missed you so much. Why haven't you called me?"

Faux thunder rumbled through Haven as Artemis hesitated. His stomach was doing somersaults as memories came pouring back from weeks ago, when his family had evicted him from his own home. He'd just gotten back from space. Did they even care? Did his mother even care?

"I've been busy, mother."

"Oh, please! As if you can be too busy for your mum," Angeline said, her voice like honey. "Anyway, how are you darling?"

"Fine."

"You're being so cold to me, Arty. Don't you miss your mum?"

Of course he missed his mother; he loved her with his whole heart. He wouldn't have risked all he had if he didn't love her. But he couldn't help but feel repulsed by the call. His mother didn't seem genuine, but rather, like she was trying to obtain something. Maybe her pride? Maybe she wanted information of some sort?

"Why are you using Butler's phone?" he asked her instead, his voice monotone.

"Oh, he comes by here and there. He's doing some work for your father at the moment."

"He's supposed to be relieved of his duties until further notice. I'm going to ask that you don't work him anymore, please," Artemis requested sternly.

"Arty! I am your mum. Not your business partner. My goodness," she exasperated, her voice crackling on the line. "Can you facetime? I'd like to see my darling's face."

A video request appeared on his screen. His fingers hovered over the green video button, but he couldn't do it. He pressed the red X instead. "Not now. I'm very busy at the moment."

"Well, you weren't busy for Butler. Why won't you make time for me, Artemis?" Angeline used his actual name. She only did that when she was truly upset or adamant with him. "I haven't heard from you in almost a month. I've sent texts you don't answer. You reject all my calls." He heard another sigh. "I don't even know what you're doing in Haven, love. You haven't told me anything."

Artemis raised a brow, fixated on the last part of her speech. "How do you know I'm in Haven?" he questioned quietly. "I don't recall mentioning that to you."

"Darling, I know you talk to Butler. Why do you think I've used his phone?" An awkward silence drifted between him and his mother on the other line. And then, "Do you hate me?"

The question took Artemis aback. "Of course I don't hate you, mother." His eyes drifted past the broken railing, gazing at the stormy sky panels above. "I could never hate you."

"Then why won't you make time for me?"

The question hit him hard. Was he supposed to? He wanted to spend time with his family when he finished his seminars, but his mother had sent him off to the French countryside with Holly instead. He wanted to have long family dinners with his parents. He wanted to have late-night movies with Beckett, and explosive research sessions with Myles. He wanted to sit in the rose garden with his mother. He wanted to watch the Irish coast with his father; see his approving smile. He just wanted his family. It was all he ever wanted.

But they didn't want him.

So, why was she bothering him about it now? Like this was his fault? Was it?

"I-I'm-" Artemis sputtered, his heart growing heavier. "I wanted to, mother. But, you and father wanted me gone. So I left. And now you're upset I haven't contacted you?" Artemis took another breath, barely filling his lungs. "I love you, mother. So very much. You've no idea how much I've missed you all."

"So then call, my love!" Angeline said, her tone more irked than sympathetic. "Or come visit sometime. You've shut us out like you don't want to be with us."

"I-I've-?" Artemis clamped his teeth on his lip, biting down hard as he closed his eyes. He held his composure, sucking in a breath between teeth. They'd kicked him out and now she was blaming him for not being around? He felt so frustrated, like a beast locked in a cage, emotions clawing to get out. He wanted to snap at his mother, reject her opinions and tell her she was wrong. But he didn't have the heart to be cruel to her. He never could.

"I'm sorry. I'll try to call more."

"Even Butler tells me he's had trouble getting ahold of you, dear. You shouldn't be a hermit."

Artemis hesitated, his mouth held open as he was floored how to respond. Was being away from Angeline for so many years opening his eyes to who his mother really was? Was she… was she gaslighting him? "That's not true. Butler called me once, and ever since, I've stayed in touch with him. I haven't shut him out. I haven't shut anyone out-"

"Have you even called your brothers?"

Artemis froze, his eyes dropping to the metal mesh floor beneath his dress shoes. He felt so small from Angeline's words. His shoulders slumped forward and he held his head low. What did she want? Why was she bothering him? He felt a sudden drop in his chest when a familiar, crackling warmth sparked, igniting his blood and nerves on fire. His breath hitched and it felt like his lungs were squeezing for air. Oh no.

"Mo-mother. Pl-please stop-"

But Angeline hadn't noticed his stumbling, still ranting at him. "Did you know Beckett's on spring break from school? He was even asking about you the other day. He nor Myles have heard from you since you left for space! I mean, Artemis. Really?"

That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. He shut off the call without another word, staring at the phone as his fingernails clawed into the plastic, his grip growing tighter and tighter. He fell weakly against the rusty railing, the old metal groaning against his weight. His eyes traveled up and noticed a break in the railing, leaving several gaps that someone might fall through if not careful. He mindlessly approached one, entranced by the spring below.

He imagined launching the phone into the spring so no one could ever contact him again. He imagined smashing it against the mesh floor and screaming his lungs out. But he didn't, and he wouldn't. He took another deep breath, and though it caught in his throat and he choked, he held his composure. Do. Not. Break. He blew out the breath and tapped the screen with his nails. Don't act on impulse. You are better than that. But, was he? He was always so high and mighty, always out to do the next big thing, but who was he really trying to prove it to? Others? Or himself?

Artemis' eyes drifted from his phone back down to the grey waters below, thunder grumbling around him, adding to the melancholy and melodrama. Theatrics, like father said. Dramatic. He was alive. Butler was alive and well. He had artelite. He was loved by the People. He had the council on his side. He had his best friend back, and he got to stay with her through all the fun and chaos, even if there were hardships. He was a successful businessman amongst the People and now owned an entire market. He was a genius. A prodigy.

So, why wasn't it enough? Why was he still having panic attacks? Why… why did he still want to die?

I don't belong here. I have to return. I have to give myself back.

Haven's glowing metropolis twinkled against the bleak waters below, so close from his ledge, and yet so out of reach. The lights glittered and blinked, bright and pearly just like-

Stars.

He stared, entranced by the luminaries that glowed against the surface. He stepped closer to the ledge, and another, until there were no more steps to take. He wasn't really here, was he? No. He was still lost, lost in the stars. He reached a hand out, his finger dipping forward, expecting to fall into a wormhole through time, floating weightlessly in space. That's right. He never left.

He shuffled forward, reaching further. There was nothing but air, but he didn't notice. Just a little closer. The stars twinkled brighter, inviting him into the abyss, reminding him of their familiar embrace when-

"Mleow!"

Artemis blinked. What?

"Mraow!"

A friendly, small creature rubbed against his trousers and Artemis blinked once more, glancing down. Meowington the cat weaved between his legs. His mind cleared as he fell back to Earth, realizing where he was. He was nearly off the ledge, the edge of his shoes dangling a few inches. He fell back in shock, blinking rapidly. What had happened? Where had he gone? Why was he so close to the ledge?!

It was too overwhelming. Artemis doubled over, wanting so badly to let out tears but he absolutely refused . What if paparazzi were around? It was enough he was as close to the ledge as possible without someone picking up on his mental state. He didn't need to confirm it with a breakdown.

"Raooow!"

Artemis frowned at Meowington. "You followed me here? Why? To check on me?" He bit his lip again, stuffing back tears. He felt so grateful. This fluffy creature had just saved his life. "Thank you, Meow." Artemis bent down and scooped the kitty up, allowing the tuxedo cat to wrap its arms around his shoulders as if for a hug. "Is Meow okay? It's a suitable nickname, I think."

"Meh."

"Splendid." He held the affectionate kitty close and ran his fingers through his soft fur, Meowington's comforting purrs buzzing against his chest. "Ah. Purring indicates you're content. I've also read studies that suggest purring is used as a form of healing for a broad range of ailments, from brittle bones to emotional distress." He pulled the kitty back a little in both arms so he could get a proper look at his adorable little pout. "You're extremely intelligent, aren't you?"

"Meh."

"I wouldn't have guessed common creatures possessed such intellect," Artemis raved on. Dissecting feline behavior was soothing him. "Entirely different from canines, and yet so vocal and willing to communicate."

"Meh."

"However, given that you domesticated yourselves to gain the benefits of living with humans, or, I suppose fairies in your case," Artemis continued on, stroking Meowington's fur. "It really isn't surprising that you've also learned how to communicate with us. I just never expected you to be so…" He lifted the kitty again to look at his sweet face. "...empathic."

"Mlaow."

Artemis couldn't resist a small smile, fighting back the tears in his eyes. "Thank you." He gritted his teeth as he held the kitty in a hug a bit longer this time, careful not to squish him too hard. "Thank you," he said again, this time a hushed whisper against soft fur. He pulled back his face eventually, clearing his throat. "I think Holly's made me more emotional," he chuckled.

Meowington twisted in his arms, lightly clawing his way up Artemis' torso. From there, he draped over his shoulder, the cat's head lined up with his cheek. Artemis scratched the kitty's white chin. "Like a parrot. Alright, then. Shall we get going, Sir Meowington? We have lots to achieve today."

"Prrrp."

"Our first step is to return to The Alley and start moving our funds-"

Artemis tickled his kitty's snout as he left the alleyway, planning the rest of their day together.

Upper Levels, Haven City

Mulberry Row Condominiums

Apartment 224

The sky panels had transitioned from grey to black as Haven carried into night, rolling thunder and stormy clouds replaced by melodic crickets and glittering stars. Holly had gotten home around an hour ago, towel drying her long locks as she got out of her steamy, glass shower. She stopped to look at herself in the mirror, frowning at her freckled face.

'You're totally hot.' Lili's words echoed through her. 'There's a reason the guys bother you as much as they bother me.'

Holly ran a finger over her nose, booping the button tip. Her nose was her mother's, but it was the source of teasing as a child. She didn't mind her appearance; she cared for skincare more than cosmetics or dressing up. But, was she… 'hot?' Holly tapped her nose some more. She liked her face, and that was all that mattered.

She sighed, massaging lavender moisturizer into her skin, finishing her routine by running a leave-in conditioner through her hair. She squealed happily to herself, doing a little dance when she got her soft sweatshirt on. "Mmm. Cozy," she murmured happily.

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

Holly's ears perked up. Her phone was ringing! It was getting pretty late. Was it Artemis? She scanned her vanity for her the tiny device, locating it and sliding the call open without looking. "Hiiii! Where are-"

"Hi, Holly. Do you have a moment?"

Holly stared at her phone stunned. Angeline was on the line and didn't sound too happy. Holly gulped, resting both hands on the cold countertop. "Hi, Angeline. I'm free right now. Is everything okay?"

"No, Holly. It isn't," she snapped in a tone Holly hadn't heard from her before. "Things are not okay. Why isn't Artemis happy?"

Holly hesitated, trying to process what she was saying. "A-Artemis? What do you mean-"

"You had a very simple job," Angeline interrupted callously. "Keep Artemis happy in Haven. You were to care for him, heal him, keep him underwraps. So why hasn't that been done?"

"I-I thought-" Holly stumbled, finding her words. "Can you tell me what happened, please?"

"I got off the phone with him a little while ago. He was mean to me, Holly. Mean to his mum. And then, he hung up on me while I was speaking! Can you believe that? What have you been telling him about me?!"

"Angeline, I haven't said anything about you!" Holly assured, watching her reflection in the mirror. "He's probably still upset that you kicked him out-"

A cackle distorted the phone line. "-Kicked him out?! Holly. Darling. You knew this was to happen. You were supposed to help him through this."

"I-I have, Angeline! But," Holly caught her gaze: one hazel, one blue. You killed him. Don't forget that. She gasped at the demonic thought, holding a hand to her mouth. She shook her head. "Artemis is a human being. He's not a robot. He's been through so much, you don't even know the tip of the iceberg-"

"Holly, I don't mean to sound condescending, love," Angeline said facetiously. "But if you can't heal him, then what am I paying you for?"

Holly's jaw dropped. She'd completely forgotten about that part of the arrangement. She had originally accepted back then, as she figured it made sense to accept extra funds to afford Artemis' lifestyle. But since he'd arrived, she wasn't controlling, monitoring, or trying to fix him like Angeline wanted.

She just wanted her best friend to be healthy, to be well, to be happy. She loved seeing his smile, but she knew he was only human, and along with that smile came a frown, sometimes tears. He couldn't be healed. His memories couldn't be healed with a spark or a thousand. But he wasn't broken because he had downfalls, or trauma. He was trying his best. Why didn't Angeline see that?

Holly set her jaw angrily. "Angeline, did you even talk to him?"

"Excuse me?"

"Did you even speak to him and listen? And I mean, really listen to him? He loves you so much. All he wants is to know you care about him as much as you say you do."

"How dare you suggest I don't care for my son? For my baby Arty?"

"He's not a baby, Angeline," Holly said firmly. "He's a grown man, and he's done a lot for someone who's gone through as much as he has. You ought to give him more credit."

"Can we have this discussion over video?"

"No." Holly shook her head. "I'd rather not have a visual to this conversation."

"Well, in that case, you don't need any more of my funding, then," Angeline gloated, her voice layered in entitlement.

"I don't want your money. You can have all of it," Holly snapped. "And for the record, Artemis seems to be a lot happier here than he ever was with you."

"Oh, please!" Angeline laughed, ignoring the last part of Holly's argument. "Arty is an expensive boy to handle. How will you pay for his meals then? Or pay for all your utilities? Don't forget I helped you move into that apartment. I found the rates in Haven. For two people, especially one as needy as my baby? You'll go broke in a few months, love."

"You can infantilize Artemis as much as you'd like," Holly informed. "But Artemis is extremely capable on his own. Yes, he's dangerous in the kitchen, and yes, he hasn't quite learned the difference between detergent and dish soap yet. But he tries with everything he does in life, no matter how small, and if he fails, he never mopes or whines. He gets right back into it, and he keeps going until he succeeds. He works harder than anyone I've ever met. Did you even know what he accomplished today? He joined Haven with our black market, The Black Alley. Impressed the council and everything. And then, instead of taking the day off to celebrate, you know what he did?"

"He went right back to work," Angeline sighed. "Holly. The point was to keep him out of work. It is work that is killing him-"

"No, Angeline." Holly stood her ground. "What's killing him is that he doesn't have your support. He doesn't need your money. He doesn't even need me. He does need his family's love. He needs you to listen to him."

"I am not a magickal being. I cannot heal my son's mind," Angeline ranted, her voice growing weary.

"He can't be healed, Angeline. I don't know what you think he had, but his trauma runs so deep," Holly explained passionately on the verge of tears. "It will take years to heal him, and not with magick. With love, and support, and trust."

"He can't be healed?" Angeline repeated in disbelief. "You healed my depression. You can't heal his? That is why I put you in charge of this task, Holly."

"Then I quit!" Holly threw her hands up. "I quit. There. Let him move back in. Deal with him yourself since I can't do it to your standards!"

"You can't quit. You made a promise, remember? And you don't want to test my promises."

Holly caught her reflection again. She was pale and wild-eyed. "Or, what, Angeline? Is that a threat?"

"Not a physical one. But, if you care for the Fowl family at all, I suggest you keep to your word or you will never hear from us again. Arty included."

"What do you want, Angeline?!" Holly roared at her phone, resisting the urge to slam it into the wall. "He's my best friend and I love him to death! I'm doing my best! What else do you want?! D'arvit!"

"Fix. Him." After some silence, she added, "I'll call again in a few weeks. There better be progress. Good night." Angeline clicked and the line went dead.

Holly's hands turned to white fists on the vanity, her head hung low as she avoided her reflection. I'm not a good person, am I?

It was all she wanted to be. Be a good person. Help people. Bring them justice. But she dwelled on the conversation, her mind drifting back to a few days ago when she'd been at her most toxic yet. I was so mean to him. I shot him. I held him captive.

What am I doing?

Tears blossomed from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks in a never-ending stream. She curled her fists and her eyes shot up, catching her distressed red glare in the mirror. She thought back to the terrible things she said to Lili, and though she had forgiven her, Holly knew their hatred had to have weighed on her for years. "You're just a useless breeding vessel that's been used too many times to work properly.' Holly clamped down her teeth. She was horrible, wasn't she? How could she even say that? And for what? Words were forever set in stone. They couldn't be erased.

She thought back to how she used Trouble, and kept using him despite how she knew he felt about her. Her cries fell into tiny sobs and she closed her eyes, doubling over the vanity. "I'm sorry." She choked on her guilt. "I'm so sorry."

She thought of how she had healed Artemis mother's mind and how it had worked for her. But there were several times Holly had directly healed his head, sent sparks to his skull, and he hadn't changed. He couldn't be. Could he? Was she not good enough? No, she was. That wasn't the issue. She froze, forcing herself to stare at her reflection. She looked like absolute shit, like an absolute madfairy. She knew why he wasn't healed: she was selfishly not doing it well enough so she could keep him around. The thought struck her like an aimed arrow straight through the heart. Was that true?

She just wanted to help people. That was all she ever wanted. Was to be good. She just wanted to be good like her parents wanted her to be, like she wanted to be. But she wasn't. She was irredeemable.

Holly wept, hating herself more and more by the second until the stress boiled over and screamed. She just screamed - but the world was silent and still around her. She couldn't hear her own pained yells as she weakly fell to her knees, unable to function much more as she held herself; as she hated herself.

The Black Alley

Phobos Tower

15th Floor

The ocean shore crashed into the rocks on the bleak Irish coast, the pebbles icy and rugged beneath his feet. A strong breeze blew through him, reminding him of how close the sea and the sky almost intertwined. He looked up - blue eyes trailing over the storm clouds that crackled and grumbled overhead. The storm was only getting started, and it already had so much to give.

"Mlaow!"

Hm?

"Raaaooow! Prrr aooow!

Artemis' eyes snapped open. He was in his office, hunched over in the burgundy armchair. Streams of olive light streaked across the mahogany desk in front of him, the air stale and stagnant. He ran a hand over his face, waking himself up. Soft fur smeared against his hand, catching bits of his cheek and he blinked his eyes a little sleepily. Meowington's feet were on his lap while his front paws were pressed against his chest, his little eyebrows furrowed anxiously at him.

Artemis rubbed his eyes. "Mmm. What time is it?" He patted around for his phone blindly, pulling it from his pocket to give it a look. 20:23. He sighed, "Must've dozed off, hmm, Meow?"

"Mleh."

Artemis yawned and stood, the kitty landing on the carpet beside him. He took a quick peek around and gathered his things, rubbing his eyes once more as he headed out, Meowington loyally following beside him.

Upper Levels

Mulberry Row Condominiums

Apartment 224

The apartment was quiet and still when Artemis entered, well, tried to when Meowington dashed between his legs, nearly tripping him. "Hellfire, Meow," Artemis muttered, entering after the kitty, Holly's front door sliding closed. Speaking of Holly, she should've been home by now. Artemis was a little surprised that she wasn't in her kitchen, conjuring up a tea like she normally would've been.

"Holly?" he called out, strolling into her room and closet to hang his grid-patterned blazer back up. He could hear Meowington's muffled whines and followed them out of the room to her bathroom. Meowington was at the bottom of her door on his back, his arms dramatically stretched out under the crack in the door. Artemis chuckled at the sight. "Holly, are you in there? I think your cat wants in."

"Raow! Mrraow! Mlehh!" His pink tongue peeked out between tiny fangs as he cried, glaring at Artemis urgently. "Mraooooow!"

"Okay. Goodness," Artemis mumbled in response to the fervent meowing, knocking on the white door. "Holly? Are you in there?" He knocked once more, softly this time. Was something wrong? Growing increasingly concerned, Artemis tried for the handle but the door was locked. "Holly? Holly, you're worrying me. Please answer if you're in there."

He pressed his ear to the door to listen in closely. It was slight, but he could make out muffled weeps from the other side. She was crying? He felt his heart drop into his stomach. He pressed his forehead to the door, speaking gently through the other side. "Why are you crying, Holls?"

"Sorry," she barely managed, growing silent once more.

"Did something happen at work?" When she didn't answer, he glanced down at the kitty sprawled between his shoes. "Would you let Sir Meowington in? He's concerned about you."

"Maow!"

Artemis frowned, fingertips brushing the plastic door. "Holly…"

The door slid a little open a few moments later and Meowington raced through. She closed the door right after, barely letting Artemis hear her distress. He sighed patiently, kneeling down to sit on the floor on the other side. "Are you okay? Well," he facepalmed, "obviously not. What I mean is, are you physically well? As in, you're not dying, correct?"

He heard some sniffles and a slight laugh. "I'm okay. Sorry."

"Why are you crying?"

There was silence again. Artemis leaned his head back. "My mother called today," he said suddenly. Maybe changing the subject would help? "She was quite angry with me, and I didn't take it well. I think our conversation left me so drained, I dozed off at work." He remembered his contacts just then, reaching into his pocket for the case as his other finger popped them out gently. "That's why I'm late. Sorry about that."

But she still wouldn't answer, despite her cries having died down. Artemis furrowed his brows, peering at her door again. "Talk to me, Holls. Our friendship goes both ways, you know. You're always there for me. Let me be there for you."

"I don't deserve you."

Artemis blinked. Had she really said that? He turned as if he could look at her through the door. "What do you mean? It's the other way around, honestly."

"I'm not a good person," she wept, the pain in her voice raw and real. "I'm sorry."

Artemis was aghast. How could she genuinely believe that? He shook his head, curtain bangs falling into his eyes. "How could you say that?" he persisted. "You're amazing, Holls. You're the best person I've ever met, besides Butler, really. I think I have you two tied neck-for-neck." Her cries didn't stop this time and he felt his heart ache for her. "Holly… I hate hearing you like this. Please let me help."

It took some time, maybe ten or fifteen minutes or so, but Artemis didn't mind it. She needed him right now, and he wasn't going to abandon her. Her cries had dwindled by the time he scrolled through his phone, browsing the Acorn network when the door suddenly slid a little open. He perked up instantly, dropping his phone to the floor as he crawled to his knees. He opened the door a little more, finally revealing Holly on the other side. Her eyes were still wet, her cheeks beet-red and her lips still puffy, but she attempted a small, guilty smile when they locked eyes.

"Sorry," she said, trying to maintain her composure. But seeing him brought forth a new rush of emotions and she buried her face into Meowington in her lap, sucking in a few pathetic tears.

Artemis moved into the bathroom and sat on the floor opposite of her, a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder. "Why don't you think you're a good person? What happened?"

Holly made a strange, throaty sound somewhere between a giggle and a cry. "Don't play psychologist with me."

"Well, I am qualified to offer counseling, if you want it," he attempted to joke, offering her a smug grin. He was relieved it worked a little as she peeked at him from Meowington's fur.

"You're ridiculous."

"I know. But I mean it."

Holly nodded but burst into tears again. "Fuck, fuck!" She buried her head into her hands. "I should be better than this. But I'm not. I'm not. Everyone always acts like I know what I'm doing. Like, I'm supposed to be an adult. But, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. Ever. And you-you think I'm this great person, but really, I'm not. I've been so mean and abusive to Lili for so many years. I feel so bad. I feel so bad," she stammered, refusing to look at Artemis. "I used Trouble. I was mean to you. I shot you. I shot you! What is wrong with me?!-"

He couldn't let her beat herself up anymore, so Artemis surged forward, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. She cried incoherently into his shoulder, and he could feel her gut spasm with each sputtered cry and breath. "Yes, you have done wrong. Yes, you've made mistakes, and they were quite destructive ones. But, you're not perfect," he said warmly, his voice soft against her damp hair. "And you're sorry, and then you go on to become better. You grow, Holly. You're not finished growing, and that's okay. But, you're trying.

"Besides - many people say and do cruel things and never blink an eye about it. Meanwhile, you're clearly distraught over your behavior. You care because you're good. Your heart is good."

"Yours is too," she whispered into his shoulder. "More than you think."

They held each other in silence until they dozed off, falling asleep in each other's embrace like they'd done so many times before. Eventually Artemis stirred awake, Holly still latched to him. He did his best as he tried not to wake her, actually nervous of her sudden ninja abilities suddenly punching him. But she was limp in his arms as he lifted her, grateful she was light enough for him to carry.

Artemis nestled her into her bed, draping the white duvet up to her shoulders. His hand traveled along the length of some of her auburn locks, tracing the curls and waves. "Good night, Holly. Sweet dreams." He lifted his hand and left her to her slumber, opting to take the couch instead.

He was fidgeting uncomfortably on the small sofa when Meowington hopped onto his chest. "Hey, Meow." Artemis tickled the kitty's chin, causing the cat to close his eyes in bliss and purr powerfully into his hand. "Go sleep with Holly tonight. She needs you more than I do."

"Meh," Meowington murmured, leaping from his chest to dart wildly into Holly's bedroom.

Artemis blinked at the kitty's sudden burst of energy. "Right then. Good night."

Golden rivers of morning light glowed off Holly's white walls through her sheer kitchen curtains, the hustle and bustle of Haven City slowly creeping into Artemis' hearing as he gently awoke from Holly's couch. He yawned, stretching his arms out when he noticed the pleasant weight on his chest. He chuckled at the cat on him, scratching his cheeks a little before moving the kitty off.

He rubbed his face as he examined the apartment, realizing Holly must've left for work already. He reached down for his phone when his eyes caught a delectable sight on the coffee table: a steaming cup of espresso sat beside a pitcher of oat milk. Two golden, fluffy mini-waffles sat on a white plate, drenched in pure maple syrup, light powdered with confectioners sugar, with three tiny raspberries on top. He blinked, unsure if the meal was real. It was so aesthetic that Artemis couldn't help feel his mouth water as he plucked a tiny green note beside it.

Thank you for last night Arty. 3 I made some waffles for you. Hope you like them! (I know you dont like sweets but Im in a sweet mood I guess)

PS: I made you espresso so you dont have to burn the house down :P

Artemis felt a smile burn his cheeks. This was, indeed, very sweet. He grinned like an idiot to himself as he gracefully dug in, eternally grateful and so very ready for the day ahead.

3 Weeks Later

Lower Elements Police Grounds

Shuttle Bay, E3

12:31

Commodore Holly Short made her rounds at E3's shuttle bay, checking on the progress of a defunct LEP transport shuttle. She scrolled through her checklist on her visor, checking the shuttle's maintenance records when a familiar green-skinned sprite fluttered towards her.

"Hey, Short! Lookin' good under that visor."

Holly rolled her eyes, sliding her visor up. "Chix, shouldn't you be at your post?"

"I was," he winked, tapping his abdomen as he hovered in the air. "It's my lunchtime now. What you up to here?"

Holly frowned back at the shuttle, pressing a palm to the cool, titanium surface. "This shuttle's been out of commission for a while and I'm trying to get it online and hot before I send my squad out. Actually, do you think y-"

The little carnelian ring buzzed on her finger just then, stopping her in her tracks. "Oh. Could you give me a sec? I need to take this." Holly stepped away for privacy, twisting the stone and flipping the comm open. "Hey, Arty? Can you text me? I'm working right now-"

"Holly, I've been drugged."