A/N: This is a little something that came to me at about 42 minutes past 10
at night. This isn't even a proper fiction! I just simply HAD to get this
off my chest (as you do!) Also, I haven't read the 2nd Artemis Fowl book,
so, in MY world, Artemis's dad is still missing, alright?
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING to do with Artemis Fowl, apart from the plot and Marie Gerlas (the character).
A/N: Oh, just another little note: Arty's mother is on a nice long, two- month holiday because Artemis INSISTED (because he had a plan to rob a high- security bank recently built somewhere near where he lived). Remember - Artemis loves a challenge!
There might be a second chapter if I get enough reviews . . .
~~~~~~~~ Capable of Love? ~~~~~~~~
**Chapter 1**
"Here she is, sir," Butler said, escorting a girl with long black hair tied in a ponytail, mild olive-tanned skin, and dressed in a tight white top and tracksuits into the room. Juliet followed up behind them.
"Ah. So here is the infamous Marie Gerlas - the girl who is one of the best at Swiss Academy, yet isn't a Butler. You will to protect me, is that correct?" Thirteen-year-old Artemis Fowl pleasantly asked the girl in front of him. She had her head hung low.
"Yes sir," she said quietly, still not taking her eyes away from the floor.
Artemis sighed.
"Don't be nervous. Nerves show weakness," he said lazily. The girl nodded and brought her face so Artemis could see her.
They almost gasped at the same time.
The first time she had laid eyes on this boy, no, this MAN, Marie's heart literally stopped for a beat. She had heard about him, of course - but now to see him . . . in the flesh! She was in a tricky position.
The Brazilian Government wanted her to spy on him - to sell him out. But looking into his blue-black eyes . . . for a second she saw the little boy he really was.
She was ashamed of herself - she had promised herself that she would never fall in love . . . and here she was, doing just that. Stupid really. Love at first sight. How clichéd.
No, no, dammit NO! Artemis's brain yelled, though he kept his sardonic mask on. He couldn't . . . he just simply couldn't be having these . . . these . . . --feelings-- for a girl he had only met not two minutes ago. But her eyes . . . they were so dark that they were almost black. And they reflected . . . pain? But they were beautiful all the same. No. Wait a second. Artemis thought --nothing-- was beautiful. Nothing, apart from gold.
He couldn't possibly be falling in . . . no, NO, Artemis, don't you --dare-- go there! His brain commanded. You aren't capable of loving anything, or anyone. You're just not capable. Are you?
This is just business! She protects me from those nosey government people - I pay her. Simple as that.
"So . . . you are thirteen, is that correct?" Artemis asked, trying to keep his voice neutral and also trying to ignore the fact that right now he was busy focusing on just breathing.
"Y-yes sir," Marie said, lying through her teeth.
"Tell me a bit about yourself, and your family," Artemis said.
Oh, this was tricky. She had to skirt around the subject of where her father worked.
"Well, I like kickboxing, listening to music, and writi-" Marie quickly stopped herself. She'd blow her cover for sure if she went around telling people that she liked writing poetry!
"Um, writhing my, er . . . hands," she quickly said. Artemis arched an eyebrow.
"Heh heh heh," Marie let out a meek laugh. "I was joking!" she added.
Artemis nodded. "Proceed, Marie," he said, waving a hand.
"My mother is Spanish and she, um . . . she died when I was ten years old," Marie said, eyes falling to the ground. "I don't, um, really like talking about it," she said quietly.
"I understand," Artemis said softly, nodding. Butler and Juliet shared an alarmed glance. Artemis was being --understanding-- to someone he had just met a few minutes ago? Someone who he hadn't even had time to check could be trusted or not? Strange.
"Anyway, my father is Italian and he, er . . . he worked as an air steward and he, um . . . he left me when I was twelve," Marie said. It wasn't exactly a lie. Her father --had-- left her - with her relatives, who, coincidentally, worked for the Brazilian government, and had got her to work for them too, since she was undoubtedly either a rebel with a hell of an attitude who deserved to go to juvenile hall, or just the exact girl the government were looking for to lure Artemis Fowl into their trap.
"Well, that's, um . . . that's pretty much it, really!" Marie said, giving Artemis a little grin.
And, as much as he tried, he could not help but grinning back.
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING to do with Artemis Fowl, apart from the plot and Marie Gerlas (the character).
A/N: Oh, just another little note: Arty's mother is on a nice long, two- month holiday because Artemis INSISTED (because he had a plan to rob a high- security bank recently built somewhere near where he lived). Remember - Artemis loves a challenge!
There might be a second chapter if I get enough reviews . . .
~~~~~~~~ Capable of Love? ~~~~~~~~
**Chapter 1**
"Here she is, sir," Butler said, escorting a girl with long black hair tied in a ponytail, mild olive-tanned skin, and dressed in a tight white top and tracksuits into the room. Juliet followed up behind them.
"Ah. So here is the infamous Marie Gerlas - the girl who is one of the best at Swiss Academy, yet isn't a Butler. You will to protect me, is that correct?" Thirteen-year-old Artemis Fowl pleasantly asked the girl in front of him. She had her head hung low.
"Yes sir," she said quietly, still not taking her eyes away from the floor.
Artemis sighed.
"Don't be nervous. Nerves show weakness," he said lazily. The girl nodded and brought her face so Artemis could see her.
They almost gasped at the same time.
The first time she had laid eyes on this boy, no, this MAN, Marie's heart literally stopped for a beat. She had heard about him, of course - but now to see him . . . in the flesh! She was in a tricky position.
The Brazilian Government wanted her to spy on him - to sell him out. But looking into his blue-black eyes . . . for a second she saw the little boy he really was.
She was ashamed of herself - she had promised herself that she would never fall in love . . . and here she was, doing just that. Stupid really. Love at first sight. How clichéd.
No, no, dammit NO! Artemis's brain yelled, though he kept his sardonic mask on. He couldn't . . . he just simply couldn't be having these . . . these . . . --feelings-- for a girl he had only met not two minutes ago. But her eyes . . . they were so dark that they were almost black. And they reflected . . . pain? But they were beautiful all the same. No. Wait a second. Artemis thought --nothing-- was beautiful. Nothing, apart from gold.
He couldn't possibly be falling in . . . no, NO, Artemis, don't you --dare-- go there! His brain commanded. You aren't capable of loving anything, or anyone. You're just not capable. Are you?
This is just business! She protects me from those nosey government people - I pay her. Simple as that.
"So . . . you are thirteen, is that correct?" Artemis asked, trying to keep his voice neutral and also trying to ignore the fact that right now he was busy focusing on just breathing.
"Y-yes sir," Marie said, lying through her teeth.
"Tell me a bit about yourself, and your family," Artemis said.
Oh, this was tricky. She had to skirt around the subject of where her father worked.
"Well, I like kickboxing, listening to music, and writi-" Marie quickly stopped herself. She'd blow her cover for sure if she went around telling people that she liked writing poetry!
"Um, writhing my, er . . . hands," she quickly said. Artemis arched an eyebrow.
"Heh heh heh," Marie let out a meek laugh. "I was joking!" she added.
Artemis nodded. "Proceed, Marie," he said, waving a hand.
"My mother is Spanish and she, um . . . she died when I was ten years old," Marie said, eyes falling to the ground. "I don't, um, really like talking about it," she said quietly.
"I understand," Artemis said softly, nodding. Butler and Juliet shared an alarmed glance. Artemis was being --understanding-- to someone he had just met a few minutes ago? Someone who he hadn't even had time to check could be trusted or not? Strange.
"Anyway, my father is Italian and he, er . . . he worked as an air steward and he, um . . . he left me when I was twelve," Marie said. It wasn't exactly a lie. Her father --had-- left her - with her relatives, who, coincidentally, worked for the Brazilian government, and had got her to work for them too, since she was undoubtedly either a rebel with a hell of an attitude who deserved to go to juvenile hall, or just the exact girl the government were looking for to lure Artemis Fowl into their trap.
"Well, that's, um . . . that's pretty much it, really!" Marie said, giving Artemis a little grin.
And, as much as he tried, he could not help but grinning back.