Love

A/N: So, it seems as though ever author has a little "drabbles" collection, and it seems as though this is what this will be. This first drabble is a little love story between Artemis and… you guessed it; Holly! I'm really obsessed with AxH right now, but I will be posting a Chronicles of Nick story sometime soon, I hope.


Love. A four letter word that Artemis had thought did not apply to him. Now he knew different. In this case he was no different than any other boy his age.

Well, maybe not, Artemis reflected. After all, nothing was the same when the person you were in love with was a different species, three feet shorter than you and almost ninety years old.

"Artemis, Holly sent you a letter!" Butler called, knocking on the door.

"Coming!" the boy genius replied, his heart pounding for no apparent reason.

"Here you go, Artemis. Can I get you anything?" Butler asked, handing him the letter.

"No, that's fine," Artemis replied absent-mindedly, his eyes fixed on the letter.

"Okay, well, I'll be downstairs if you need anything."

"Thank you, Butler."

"It is my job." Butler walked out of the room then, shutting the door behind him.


Artemis opened the letter and began to read.

Dear Artemis,

I'm getting married to Trouble next week, and I'd like you to be there. I probably won't need to tell you the dress code, as chances are you're in it right now.

Sincerely,

Holly Short and Trouble Kelp

A single tear escaped from Artemis's left eye. Then one from his right. Then another. And another. They came down faster and faster and soon he was sobbing, his heart having shattered into a million pieces.


Butler heard him crying as he was walking down the stairs. He paused, then turned around and walked back up the stairs and to his door.

"Artemis?" Butler asked, knocking on the door.

"G-go a-away, Butler. I want to be alone," Artemis sobbed.

"What's wrong?" the manservant asked, worried.

"Just g-go away!" Artemis yelled. The questions stopped then, and had Artemis still been in full control of his mental faculties, he would have assumed he had left.


"Hey, Butler!" Holly called out, walking into Fowl Manor. "Where's Artemis?"

"You need to see him. Something in your letter obviously upset him," Butler growled, adding, "He's in his room."

Holly walked up the stairs, confused. She didn't remember sending Artemis a letter. She opened his door quietly. Artemis, curled up on his bed, crying, didn't notice.

"Artemis?" Holly asked softly. "What's the matter?"

"H-Holly? S-shouldn't you be g-getting ready for the w-wedding?" he hiccupped sarcastically.

"What? What wedding? Whose wedding?" Holly asked, more confused than ever.

"Like you don't know." Seeing her confused face, he added, "You and Trouble? Ring any bells?"

"What? Trouble and I aren't getting married!" Holly exclaimed, bewildered.

"Sure you aren't. Because I didn't get a letter from you saying that you and Trouble were getting married. I love you Holly, but all you do is ignore me, and then you get married to a half-wit jock like Trouble! And now you're here—" Holly interrupted him with a rough kiss. Artemis froze, then melted, wrapping his arms around her waist while simultaneously falling backwards and pulling her up to his chest, kissing her the whole time. Holly slid her fingers into his hair, not pulling, just to hold him, make sure she wasn't dreaming.

Artemis couldn't think. His body was controlled purely by instinct. His tongue flicked forward and touched Holly's upper lip, requesting entrance. The elf opened her mouth more in answer to his question. Their tongues met in a fiery dance of passion, each trying to assert their dominance. Acting on instinct, Holly grinded on Artemis's crotch, obliterating the little thought left in Artemis's mind.

Artemis moaned, thrusting against Holly's covered nether regions.

"Artemis, wait," Holly squeaked. "We—we can't do this."

"Hmmm…?" Artemis hummed, trying to continue kissing her. She slapped him. Hard.

"Artemis!" Holly shouted, climbing off the bed. Artemis copied her, confused.

"W-what? Did I do something wrong?" Artemis asked, regaining the ability to speak.

"No, it's not that, you were doing fine, but we can't do this," she said, gesturing to where they had been lying on the bed.

"What do you mean?" Artemis asked, more confused.

"I mean, we can't have sex. Not yet. If we're going to do this, have an intimate relationship, then we have to take it slow. We can't just hop into the bed for a rough shag whenever I visit."

"And why, pray tell, can't we?" Artemis asked.

"Well… it just doesn't work that way," Holly replied. Seeing the disappointed look on Artemis's face, she added, "Plus, we need time to adjust to a relationship like this. If we get into a relationship like this.

"Oh." Artemis still couldn't seem to understand. There probably wasn't enough blood in his head for complex thoughts.

"Look, when people get together, they don't just start having sex," Holly said, exasperated. "They bo on dates, kiss, build up to it."

Ooooh, well, why didn't you just say that?" Artemis replied, comprehension dawning in his eyes.

"You know, for a genius, you can be really stupid sometimes," the elf said, laughing at the look on his face.

"That isn't very nice, Holly. Frankly, I'm hurt," the boy replied in a voice that would sound hurt, but it didn't fool holly for a second.

"Sure you a—"

Artemis kissed her and then said, "There's an opera tomorrow night at six. Her Majesties' Theatre. Don't look it up. I want to surprise you," he added when she tried to look it up via her wrist computer. "Foaly, don't tell her. I know you have cameras on right now. And if you show this footage to anyone, I will personally hack your computer and plant a virus there that will destroy anything on the computer, plus any hard copies in a thousand mile radius."

"Fine, fine, I won't. Way to ruin the fun, Fowl," A horse like voice said from the speakers of Holly's helmet, which was pointed right at the bed and them.

"Good. Now turn them off, Foaly, and any bugs you may have planted."

"Uhh, Fowl, sometimes you are too smart for your own good. Oh yeah, and Holly, you have a mission in Italy," Foaly whinnied, then turned off the cameras and audio recording devices.

"I'll be there, Artemis," Holly said, which surprised Artemis, who had almost forgotten what she was talking about.

"Thank you, Holly. You don't know how much this means to me," he said, embracing her and resting his head on top of hers.

"The pleasure is mine," Holly mumbled into his chest.

Artemis chucked. "I love you, Holly," he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Me too. Love you, I mean, not myself," Holly replied. Artemis laughed. A real laugh, not one of his forced, intimidating ones. "That's a good thing. We'd have a problem if you didn't."

"I like it when you laugh like that. It's nice, so you're going to have to do it more," Holly said, smiling.

"Of course. Now, I believe that you have a mission to go to? Not that I want you too," he added, in case she took it the wrong way.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry, I'll come back as soon as possible!" Holly exclaimed, giving him a quick hug and kiss, jamming her helmet on her head. "Bye, Artemis!" Then she flew out of the window.

Artemis touched his lips thinking, I hope she can come back today. I really want to kiss her some more.

Holly was thinking along the same lines.

I'm coming back straight after the mission and report to Tara. I've got some spare leave. Frond knows I need the break, Holly thought.