Ah… let’s see how this works out. Yeah, I have a lot of stories that need to be updated; no, I’m not going to update them (right now). If my memory is serving me correctly (it probably isn’t, XD), then BS mentioned in an announcement that she loves “Arty gets younger” fics, and is always looking for more of them. If (again) my memory is serving me correctly, I promised that I’d write one. Here it is…
Disclaimer: Am I the only person who STILL does a disclaimer? Should I just stop doing it? I mean, no one else is getting arrested — (voice in background: Shut up and tell them that –) Alright! Alright, I own — (WHAT DID YOU JUST S–) I DON’T! I DON’T own Artemis Fowl.
Holly, standing across from Artemis’ thin frame, gasped.
Foaly, millions of miles underneath them both, but visible on the comlink, gasped.
No1, who had been collecting equipment from the Ops Lab and had heard the exchange, gasped.
And the LEP’s prized female Major would’ve guessed that even her former Commander, Julius Root, had just turned in his grave and gasped as well.
Artemis did not gasp; he simply rolled his eyes. “Really? That’s the same response I received last time,” he said, sitting back and crossing his legs, an action he didn’t usually perform since it wrinkled his carefully ironed pants.
“Time travel is still time travel!” Foaly snapped, first to recover. “What do you expect us to do? It is a dangerous process, capable of killing weaker minds –”
“Are you suggesting that I have a weaker mind?”
“That’s not the point, Artemis! I care about you, you stupid Mud Boy!”
No1 quickly gave Foaly’s chair a light push to move it aside, squeezing into the camera’s view. “Might I add that your previous experiences have actually weakened you to a more vulnerable point? You may not survive this time.”
“You can’t just run off if you have any little problem you need to fix –” Holly growled.
Foaly shoved No1 from the screen to comment as well. “It is illegal. Last time was a special case!”
“–I’m not about to let you–”
“If every Mud Man–”
“Silence.” It wasn’t said as a shout, or a harsh command, but it had the effectiveness of “Shut up, everyone!”. Even Foaly sat back, though his carrot munching was a bit more agressive than it usually was.
“He was too young to die; and it only happened because of my foolish actions. Beckett deserves to live, so I’ll make sure he will.”
“You can’t go around resurrecting whomever you wish just because they died from your actions! This memory will keep you from killing off other people; if you know that you’ll be able to remedy it, you won’t learn anything! And if No1 somehow dies, you won’t be able to fix it,” Foaly replied, eyes narrowed. “Besides, if he was too young to die, then why don’t you just resurrect all of the poor children who died from malnutrition? They were too young, too.”
“Yes, but Beckett’s my brother. I’d be helping Myles as well!”
“Focus on the present!” Holly exclaimed. Shouts of agreement echoed in Artemis’ study.
“I have to do this,” Artemis said, meeting each individual’s unique glare. “I have to.”
“And we have to stop you!” Foaly cried.
Artemis ignored them all, narrowing in on No1. “Well? Will you help me?”
The demon sucked in a breath. “Yes.”
“And you, Holly?”
A fierce glare. “You better not be lying to me, Fowl.”
The last name; not a good sign. “I’m not.”
With a moistening of the lips, Holly nodded curtly. “Yes.”
“Foaly, will you cover for us?”
The centaur located another carrot and started eating it, thinking. “Kelp wouldn’t like it… so, sure.”
“You’re all in, then?” Artemis asked, internally wincing at the colloquial sentence.
A collective, “Yes.”
“Then let’s begin.”