A/n: This was another prompt that could have applied to a large number of fandoms I write in but I haven't written Artemis for a while and I had this idea and it fit with the prompt so why not. Also I'm like, four days behind on prompts and I'm just trying to catch up so sorry if it's not my best ToT

It took less than a week for him to catch up on everything that happened while he was gone.

'Gone'. That was the word they'd all wordlessly agreed upon to use when referring to his time being dead. It still felt weird to say it because here he was, standing in front of the mirror in his bathroom, staring at his two blue eyes.

The clone wasn't very different from his old body but it still felt… off. There weren't any obvious differences visible, except for his eyes. His old body - another thing weird to say- had Holly's eye, a piece of who he considered his first close friend with him always, now lost forever.

Anyway, as it was, he'd been quick to adjust to the changes in the world once he'd come back. Once his 'soul' had combined with his body and Holly had finished telling him all the stories to jog his memories of the past, they'd set to work on those few months he'd missed. Not too much had changed, but a few things had. Either way, that wasn't the hardest thing to adjust to.

Magic and science working together had been proven effective as evident by Haven's technology. However, this was something new, cheating death with it. It had some unforeseen consequences…

Some days, it was as simple as nightmares. To be expected after one dies, he supposed, but it still unsettled him when he woke up in a panic on the few days he could actually sleep.

That was another thing - the insomnia. As tired as he would be, some days he just couldn't fall asleep. Lying there in bed seemed to make him hyper-aware of his body and mind not fitting right. It wasn't something he could explain with words or science and it annoyed him to no end. At least it meant he got to have private quiet moments with one of his brothers who were too excited to sleep or woke up early.

There were also the days where everything hurt. Nothing in particular really, but just pangs of pain in a random place or waves of nausea. Aftereffects of the magic he supposed, ones he hoped were only temporary because it had happened before that the symptoms were so bad, they were debilitating. He'd hidden it from his family that day, telling them he was just sick and he was fine the next day so he'd forgotten about it. Or tried to.

He was alive, but something days he could feel the part of him that had stayed dead. The cold that reached out for him as if whatever deity - Hades, the Grimm Reaper - in charge of whatever version of hell or the Underworld existed knew what he'd done, how he'd cheated them. Migraines, shivers, nausea, that came and went.

He'd considered telling Holly, or Foaly, just to see if there was anything they could do or even just to find out if there was anything to be done in the first place. In the end, he'd decided against it. No need to bother them, not when the symptoms were so few and far apart. Mostly…

It wasn't bad enough that he couldn't manage himself. This was the price he paid for his life, and compared to a premature death, this was nothing.

It was nothing.

A/n: Just gonna cut it off there, even if it's short but I'd rather do this than make it go on longer without a real direction or reason and lose the writing/plot quality. ;)

Anyway, it's more a headcanon of mine ig that there were some side effects/ lasting symptoms of Artemis' revival at the end of Last Guardian. As fictional as the artemis fowl universe is, it seems a bit of a stretch to say that his soul being transferred into a clone of himself after being dead for (months?) went perfectly without a hitch.

Well, hope you still at least found the idea interesting. Stay safe and see ya soon.

- CrowofArcadiaOaks