Yeah, yeah, yeah, I KNOW! I have a bajillion other fics you guys want me to update. I. Do. Not. Care.
One is going to be a one-shot(TAKE NOTE OF THIS!!!), but I’m only half way done with it. It’ll probably be around my usual one shot length, less than a thousand words, though I’m trying to make it more.
Now for telling you guys about the evil chapter fic of evil…
I’m just gonna take a shot in the dark and say a good portion of you have seen the Indiana Jones movie’s, right? All the way up to the fourth?
And you’re eagerly awaiting the fifth? Well, guess what crossover I’M making!
What? With fairies long lifespans I’m surprised no one’s done it before! I mean, the time period is probably a bit before Root became Commander… And Mutt would be around sixty-six after TOD, right? (TOD=2004) So, really, it just all kind of snaps into place. I’ll give you a little preview of what I have so far. 😉
Fowl Manor. Year, 2004
Henry ‘Mutt’ Jones the Third could only stare as the Bentley that had picked him up at the Dublin airport approached Fowl Manor. An old friend and contact of his, Artemis Fowl I, had invited him over. Said it had been too long since they hadn’t seen each other since his sons birth. It was true. It had been over eighteen years since their last meeting in person, and he was excited to catch up.
“We’re here.” The man who had picked him up -the bodyguard, if he remembered correctly- said unnecessarily. Henry nodded numbly as he got out, and was surprised to find himself stumble when he realised the car had still been pulling into the drive. He chuckled to himself silently; it wasn’t as if he hadn’t jumped out of a car before, and thoes ones had been going at a much higher speed than five MPH.
The bodyguard stepped out of the car as Henry stared at Fowl Manor. He cleared his throat, and Henry turned to face him. “Yes?” He questioned, one eyebrow raised.
The bodyguard opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again, shaking his head slightly as he made his way to the trunk to grab the archaeologists bags. “Never mind.” He muttered. Jones rolls his eyes before striding to the door, a confident (and slightly cocky, as usual) smile lighting up his tanned features.
And so it begins… It’ll be called ‘The Wings’ until I can come up with a less sucky title and it should be out by the end of the week. 😉
Oh yes, I forgot, Heard But Not Spoken has had its chapter two for over a week now. Just thought you guys might want to know.