I thought a Nobel Prize would make me happy. It was something I have dreamed of ever since I was a small child. But frankly, I would give it all up just to see him again. Maybe I am growing sentimental in my old age.

Thirty-eight years after the death of Artemis Fowl

"It's okay, I'll go on from here on my own."

Minerva stepped carefully onto the sidewalk, pushing her walker ahead of her.

"Please be careful Dr. Paradizo," said her driver from behind her.

The woman grunted her assent, but didn't look back.

At eighty-two years old, Minerva Paradizo certainly was not the spry young woman she used to be. She stood slightly hunched over her walker, and kept warm with a thick brown cardigan and an ankle-length dress. Her once-golden curls now hung flat, sparse, and mostly white over a face crisscrossed with deep wrinkles. Her eyes, though, remained sharp.

Pushing her walker across the grass was difficult, but Minerva was nothing if not persistent. A gold medal that she grasped in her right hand clinked with each step as it hit the metal of the walker. She carefully walked her way between the rows of tombstones to reach one at the far end - a low, grey one, which wasn't all that much different from any of the ones around it.

She paused, shifted her walker around, and rested heavily against the metal frame.

"Hello, Artemis," she said with a small smile.

She didn't say anything for a long while, just staring intently at the name etched on the stone.

"I came by to let you know… we did it."

She lifted the gold Nobel medal in her thin hand so that the front faced the stone. A few seconds passed in silence, and Minerva sighed, and set her hand back on the walker.

She wasn't in Ireland very often, but she did visit almost every time that she was. She had visited many years ago, when the Paradizo technique had been used to prepare for the aftermath of a large earthquake off to the east of the Philippines. There wasn't any way for them to know what the cause of the massive casualties was beforehand, nor was there a way to prevent it, but with the knowledge of high mass-death probability, the international community had been able to prepare aid packets and teams beforehand, station them in China, and quickly send them in afterwards.

Minerva had always pushed for Artemis' name to be attached to the technique as well, but it appeared that the scientific community had made up its mind. After all, there was already a Paradizo-Fowl technique, and it wasn't as if Artemis was lacking in things named after him. Thus, the Paradizo technique, which was the reason she had won this year's Nobel Prize in physics.

She pulled a thin envelope from inside her coat, and set it against the grave marker. It was a copy of her Nobel Prize diploma.

"We both know you deserved that as much as I did."

Though Artemis never really sought these kinds of recognition, the prize had been Minerva's dream since she was a child. Winning, though wonderful, did not quite produce the exuberance she imagined as a child. It had been Artemis' dream in his last few years to figure out how to use the tachyon bursts to save lives. He never did see it come to fruition, but Minerva continued working on it for years after his death.

It is said that for scientists to win a Nobel Prize, they had to not only do something amazing and worthy of universal recognition, but they also had to live long enough for the accomplishment to actually be recognized. Perhaps Artemis Fowl died too young for that.

A pair of birds chirped to each other off in a nearby tree, but not for too long, as if they had noticed the old woman by the gravestone and didn't want to disturb her.

"You know," Minerva said quietly, still staring at the stone. "I think I'm still the only one who knows about you being sent into the future." She thought about the memory wipes. "You sure made it hard to prove anything, even to yourself. I believe you though. I believe that you did go into the future to some calamity. No doubt you did your best to help."

A soft wind passed over the ground, ruffling the envelope a little. Minerva bent down with some difficulty, and pushed it a bit deeper into the dirt before straightening back up and leaning back on her walker.

She took a couple of breaths, tired from the exertion, and rested for a moment.

"You saw her, didn't you?" she asked, whispering now. "You saw Holly. I hope… I hope you did something good for her."

Minerva spent a few more minutes there, lost in her own thoughts, remembering the times she spent with the brilliant, intense, but ultimately kind, and utterly amazing, Artemis Fowl.

After a while, she shifted her walker back towards the car, but after she took a step, she stopped, and turned to look back at the tombstone.

"I don't think I have much time left. Arty… I miss you."

She paused, considering the stone one last time.

"Will I see you again?"


A/N: I've been fascinated with the idea of a memory wipe since Eternity Code came out, and it seemed to work nicely with the time travel concepts introduced later in canon, and so, with a little help from St. Augustine, this story happened. Please leave a review! Especially if you enjoyed the story! Even if you want to kill me now! (And I know some of you do.) Till next time. =)