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Misplaced Memories

Summary: Okay, I know I have been really inactive lately. Blame school, then low grades that got my technology taken away. […]

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

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Okay, I know I have been really inactive lately. Blame school, then low grades that got my technology taken away.

I decided to start a new chaptered fic, mainly because I have insomnia and I can’t sleep even though it is eleven thirty at night. I got bored. 

I am not abandoning Deadly Melody, shaadia, or anyone else who cares, it is simply going in hiatus for now, even though I have it written through to chapter 12, I think. I hope this snippet compensates for my long absence. It is short, yes, but I will add more to it when I get to my laptop. I promise I will add to it, but, unfortunately  this is it for now. Enjoy anyway! I also apologize for any grammatical errors. This IS on a phone, but anything that may happen to be there will be corrected soon.

Holly’s heartbeat skyrocketed as Artemis’s eyes opened. The clone sat up gingerly, his sharp blue eyes looked around in bewilderment, portraying a mind that knew everything, yet nothing.

“Stay back, you don’t know what you are dealing with.” the cold tone brought so much joy, yet so much hollowness to Holly’s heart. He was alive, but didn’t remember them.


“This is all quite a bit to process. I remember everything, but the memories do not feel like my own. I feel as though I am living through a stranger’s body.” Artemis stared blankly at his hands, knowing they were his, but they seemed so foreign.

“I know this is a lot to handle, Artemis, but it’s who you are.”

“I know. It will take some adjusting. It is not every day someone comes back from the dead.”

That was the least of Holly’s concerns. What she really wanted to know was, would it be the same?

Would he love her too?


Holly was gazing out the study’s window when Artemis entered the room, holding a tray with a pitcher of ice water and some food on it.

“Hey, Artemis.” she smiled, but there was an unmistakable sadness in her mismatched eyes that sent a sharp pang of guilt through Artemis’ heart, knowing it was his fault, but unsure how to fix it.

“Good afternoon, Captain. Are you hungry?” he asked, setting down the tray covered in ripe fruits and vegetables that he had probably picked fresh minutes ago. She simply shook her head.

Captain? He hasn’t called me that so formally in years. She turned back to the window, lost in thought as she gazed at the rolling Irish hills.

Artemis seemed the same on the outside. Still just as sarcastic and taunting to Foaly, still just as infuriating to Trouble. But, with her, it wasn’t the same. He acted different around her, more hesitant, as thought she were a delicate china doll that would shatter at the slightest provocation.

Which is exactly how she felt on the inside, but she refused to let him know that.

Her emotions were in utter turmoil now that he was back. The crushing depression, sadness and hollow rage were almost easier to deal with  than the raging torrent that brewed inside her.

She fingered the thin, crisscrossing scars that peppered her forearm. Almost.

The gray, overcast skies cast a shadow over more than the valley. It seemed to help the fear and doubt worm its way into her mind, feeding it and letting it fester into an incurable tumor of loss.

She hated knowing that she could lose everything in a moment, but there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it, or even slow it down.

She was sprinting at it, full tilt.

She was losing.


Artemis sat silently, watching the Holly’s beautiful auburn hair reflect the dull light of the cloudy skies, giving it a dull lusted. Her gaze was so distant ans she lost herself in a sea of thoughts.

Artemis was lost in thought too.

He remembered how much he cared for her, the moment when the truth hit him in the damaged airplane. Even before he sacrificed himself, he knew it would never be the same. He knew he was hurting her now, but had no idea what to do about it.

He smiled bitterly. He didn’t know what to do. A dilemma he rarely faced.

He gazed at Holly’s features, somehow being delicate and sharp, yet complimenting one another in a beautiful way that was unique to her.

He ached to tell her exactly that, but feared hurting her more. He was certain she wanted nothing more that for everything to return to as it once was. She wanted their old friendship back.

But how he ached for more.

Yep, already updated. It’s been, what, thirty minutes? Still couldn’t sleep, so I am accepting the fact I will have carpal tunnel at an obscenely early age and I kept writing. I think I’ll also update WWYD, because I think I may just have another drabble left in me right now, but not another full length chapter on neither this or Deadly Melody. Sorry shaadia.

I will be continuing this, but regular updates are never a guarantee. I mean, DM had been all over the place with updates, but things will even out on that this summer. I hope.

Well, I’, going to work on WWYD while I stil have inspiration and motivation, so I’ll see y’all in a bit.


Chapters: 1 2 3 4

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  1. Solinium Pulse April 30th, 2013 at 5:35 am 1

    This is something we’ve all been thinking. Great work!

  2. that was…short….but its still a nice start. welcome back and update soon!

    *invades comment* I felt a little guilty leaving y’all with such a small chapter, and I couldn’t sleep anyway, so started writing… and writing… and my thumbs have become so numb, I can no longer feel the pain! Well, I hope this story isn’t already too depressing, because I don’t intend to keep it this way. It was kind if inevitable, because of how Colfer ended TLG, but I want it to end happily. I might even throw in Minerva ending up *ahem* out of the picture, just to keep you Minnie haters sated. Actually, it’s rather scary the violent, sadistic things I could think of to happen to her, but there may be young readers, so I can’t use them…pity. Okay, I am stretching the page at this point, because my comment invasion is freakishly larger that the original comment. *slinks away* sorry…

  3. yes! that update was quick and cool, you should really keep going! update yet again, soon!!

  4. Yes! Update soon! I like where this is going. 🙂 I like anything A/H, but especially yours. You’re also very good with descriptive details. I like that. This story is good so far. Keep it up!

  5. Solinium Pulse May 1st, 2013 at 2:04 am 5

    And besides, who doesn’t love scary, violent, and sadistic things? Ehehehehe. I dun know why I just did that but, okay, throw something semi-violent, like Minerva and Holly in a fight or something. Please? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?

    *maniacal laughter*

    *invades comment* Hmm… you have a wickedly beautiful sense of sadistic insanity.
    I like you…

  6. Who doesn’t like Solinium?

    Oh and Silver, because you asked for it, TRITP is dedicated to you from now on! Thank you for the encouragement!

  7. um….howcanisaythtijusthaveonewordtosay?? AWESOME! wait,two words. AWESOME! another one. A.W.E.S.O.M.E!!! yes that review was not helpful but i might have an idea for WWYD. i am sorry, but not right now. my twenty minute break from homework is over, and i’ll send an email when i have time. bye!


    love the story.I love all your stories. But then you already knew that!

    Update soon or face the wrath of my destructive song lyrics!!

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