A/N: Hehe. Couldn't help myself with the title, anyway the title is kind of
true, the secrets are crouching, ready to strike like a tiger, and memories
are hidden, Arty's memories that is. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any Artemis Fowl characters or anything else that came out of the book. Belle is mine though! She is all mine! MINE!!!!!!!!
Crouching Secrets, Hidden Memories Chapter 1: A Simple Phone Call
Angeline Fowl looked around the limousine contentedly. The family was back together, and for once her dear little Arty seemed happy with his life. Her husband had to walk around with a prosthetic leg but she was still extremely happy he was back. Now the Fowls were going to watch a movie together, no Butlers whatsoever. Just the Fowls, well actually, there was the chauffeur, but he wasn't actually going to go with them to the movie. But Belle would be coming along, Artemis's girlfriend whom was snuggling against Arty's arm fast asleep. Artemis though, was fully awake, staring out the window with a vague expression on his face. He always looked like that when he was deep in thought.
She poked Mr. Fowl next to her and pointer at her son and his little friend, "Aren't they the cutest together?"
Mr. Fowl grinned and chuckled lightly, "You know, before long we might have a daughter-in-law."
Artemis snapped to attention at the remark, "I very much doubt that."
Mr. Fowl chuckled again, still grinning. "Don't worry, I was only kidding."
Artemis turned his head to look at the golden haired girl latched to his arm. Mrs. Fowl watched as his eyes softened and he brushed a hand through her hair.
Behind her the chauffeur gave a cry. There was the screech of brakes and the smell of burning rubber, and then she felt a great impact and everything went black.
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Belle woke up feeling terribly sore. Where was Arty? She couldn't feel his arm. The next thing she noticed was her chest was covered in sticky wetness. She opened her eyes and almost screamed. The clean, neat limo she had fallen asleep in now looked like a car crash out of a horror movie. One side was completely bashed in by a huge truck, and poor Mr. and Mrs. Fowl sitting across from her looked hardly recognizable. Belle looked down, and this time she did scream. All that sticky wetness she had felt had been blood. But not her blood, it was Artemis who was bleeding. Blood seeped from several wounds on his head and body. Her first impulse was to panic and thrash and scream to get him off her, but she realized that Artemis was seriously hurt and she would only injure him more if she moved him. She tried to reach her purse with her right arm, only to find it was broken judging from the pain. So she tried the other one, she managed to pull out her Nokia cell phone that Arty had given her without mishap.
Belle's fingers shook as she dialed, whispering the numbers under her breath, "Nine. One. One."
She brought the phone to her ear careful not to disturb the blood sodden body lying across her chest and shoulder.
"Nine-one-one emergency. What is your emergency?"
"Um, hi, uh, see I'm in this limo that crashed, and, uh, my boyfriend and his parents were, like, really badly hurt. Oh, and the chauffeur will need medical attention, the truck driver too."
"Have you tired to remove any of the bodies from the crash?"
"No, I think they're all too badly injured. When will the ambulance be here?" Belle's voice shook, 'please don't let Arty die. please, please.'
"Okay, where are you?"
Belle paused and looked out the window, "Erm, I was asleep, so I don't know. Um, we're right on top of a cliff that overlooks the ocean. Uh, if I heard right I think we were headed to this town called Blossomville." (Just pretend it exists, okay? I don't feel like doing research right now.)
"Were you going North or South?"
"Um, North I think."
"Okay, I'm going to dispatch a search party. Just stay calm, okay?"
"Alright."
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Butler paced the room back and forth. Where were they? They were late, way too late, over three hours late. For the umpteenth time he checked his watch, seven o'clock. That was it; he was going to call Artemis.
But before he could reach the phone it rang. He grabbed it, hoping for the voice of either his charge or his employer. "Hello?"
"Is this the Fowl residence?"
"Yes. I'm the butler." His hopes fell, it wasn't Artemis then. "Who is this?"
"This is the Sisters of Mercy hospital."
Butler's stomach clenched.
The monotonous voice continued, "There was a car crash earlier today, and our patients have been identified as Angeline, Artemis Sr., and Artemis Jr. Fowl. There was also Belle Sampson and Mr. Isaac Treton, whom was declared dead."
A stone dropped into his stomach at the name Artemis Jr. "I'll be right over."
Butler threw down the receiver, not even bothering to put it back on its hook. He grabbed his keys off a kitchen counter and ran to his black Bentley in the driveway. He jammed the key into the ignition and twisted it. The engine roared to life and he kicked it into drive and stomped on the gas pedal. Sure, he was going over the speed limit, but he had good reasons. One, Artemis, his charge needed him now, and two, what police officer in his right mind would try to give an incredibly heavy set seven foot tall man like himself a ticket?
He pulled into the driveway without being stopped by a police officer, anyways, he doubted he would have bothered to pullover; it would only be a waste of time. He ran up to the receptionist and demanded to know where Artemis Fowl Jr. was. He had to sign a piece of paper and show his ID before he could actually go see him.
Butler walked down the hall that smelled of alcohol and pine sol looking for the number 793 on the doors. '789. 790. 791. 792. 793!' He opened the door, and there he was. Artemis was still unconscious, and he looked even paler than usual. But according to the beeping machine on the shelf he was alive. Butler pulled over a chair and sat to wait for Artemis to wake. He turned when the door opened behind him, he watched as Belle hobbled in awkwardly on a crutch with casts on her right ankle and right arm.
"How is he?"
Butler shrugged and went back to watching Artemis; he didn't really like the girl anyway.
She hobbled over and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed and slipped her hand into his, her big brown eyes watching Artemis intently.
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A/N: I'm gonna stop it here. I have a major cramp from typing so much. Review please!
Disclaimer: I do not own any Artemis Fowl characters or anything else that came out of the book. Belle is mine though! She is all mine! MINE!!!!!!!!
Crouching Secrets, Hidden Memories Chapter 1: A Simple Phone Call
Angeline Fowl looked around the limousine contentedly. The family was back together, and for once her dear little Arty seemed happy with his life. Her husband had to walk around with a prosthetic leg but she was still extremely happy he was back. Now the Fowls were going to watch a movie together, no Butlers whatsoever. Just the Fowls, well actually, there was the chauffeur, but he wasn't actually going to go with them to the movie. But Belle would be coming along, Artemis's girlfriend whom was snuggling against Arty's arm fast asleep. Artemis though, was fully awake, staring out the window with a vague expression on his face. He always looked like that when he was deep in thought.
She poked Mr. Fowl next to her and pointer at her son and his little friend, "Aren't they the cutest together?"
Mr. Fowl grinned and chuckled lightly, "You know, before long we might have a daughter-in-law."
Artemis snapped to attention at the remark, "I very much doubt that."
Mr. Fowl chuckled again, still grinning. "Don't worry, I was only kidding."
Artemis turned his head to look at the golden haired girl latched to his arm. Mrs. Fowl watched as his eyes softened and he brushed a hand through her hair.
Behind her the chauffeur gave a cry. There was the screech of brakes and the smell of burning rubber, and then she felt a great impact and everything went black.
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Belle woke up feeling terribly sore. Where was Arty? She couldn't feel his arm. The next thing she noticed was her chest was covered in sticky wetness. She opened her eyes and almost screamed. The clean, neat limo she had fallen asleep in now looked like a car crash out of a horror movie. One side was completely bashed in by a huge truck, and poor Mr. and Mrs. Fowl sitting across from her looked hardly recognizable. Belle looked down, and this time she did scream. All that sticky wetness she had felt had been blood. But not her blood, it was Artemis who was bleeding. Blood seeped from several wounds on his head and body. Her first impulse was to panic and thrash and scream to get him off her, but she realized that Artemis was seriously hurt and she would only injure him more if she moved him. She tried to reach her purse with her right arm, only to find it was broken judging from the pain. So she tried the other one, she managed to pull out her Nokia cell phone that Arty had given her without mishap.
Belle's fingers shook as she dialed, whispering the numbers under her breath, "Nine. One. One."
She brought the phone to her ear careful not to disturb the blood sodden body lying across her chest and shoulder.
"Nine-one-one emergency. What is your emergency?"
"Um, hi, uh, see I'm in this limo that crashed, and, uh, my boyfriend and his parents were, like, really badly hurt. Oh, and the chauffeur will need medical attention, the truck driver too."
"Have you tired to remove any of the bodies from the crash?"
"No, I think they're all too badly injured. When will the ambulance be here?" Belle's voice shook, 'please don't let Arty die. please, please.'
"Okay, where are you?"
Belle paused and looked out the window, "Erm, I was asleep, so I don't know. Um, we're right on top of a cliff that overlooks the ocean. Uh, if I heard right I think we were headed to this town called Blossomville." (Just pretend it exists, okay? I don't feel like doing research right now.)
"Were you going North or South?"
"Um, North I think."
"Okay, I'm going to dispatch a search party. Just stay calm, okay?"
"Alright."
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Butler paced the room back and forth. Where were they? They were late, way too late, over three hours late. For the umpteenth time he checked his watch, seven o'clock. That was it; he was going to call Artemis.
But before he could reach the phone it rang. He grabbed it, hoping for the voice of either his charge or his employer. "Hello?"
"Is this the Fowl residence?"
"Yes. I'm the butler." His hopes fell, it wasn't Artemis then. "Who is this?"
"This is the Sisters of Mercy hospital."
Butler's stomach clenched.
The monotonous voice continued, "There was a car crash earlier today, and our patients have been identified as Angeline, Artemis Sr., and Artemis Jr. Fowl. There was also Belle Sampson and Mr. Isaac Treton, whom was declared dead."
A stone dropped into his stomach at the name Artemis Jr. "I'll be right over."
Butler threw down the receiver, not even bothering to put it back on its hook. He grabbed his keys off a kitchen counter and ran to his black Bentley in the driveway. He jammed the key into the ignition and twisted it. The engine roared to life and he kicked it into drive and stomped on the gas pedal. Sure, he was going over the speed limit, but he had good reasons. One, Artemis, his charge needed him now, and two, what police officer in his right mind would try to give an incredibly heavy set seven foot tall man like himself a ticket?
He pulled into the driveway without being stopped by a police officer, anyways, he doubted he would have bothered to pullover; it would only be a waste of time. He ran up to the receptionist and demanded to know where Artemis Fowl Jr. was. He had to sign a piece of paper and show his ID before he could actually go see him.
Butler walked down the hall that smelled of alcohol and pine sol looking for the number 793 on the doors. '789. 790. 791. 792. 793!' He opened the door, and there he was. Artemis was still unconscious, and he looked even paler than usual. But according to the beeping machine on the shelf he was alive. Butler pulled over a chair and sat to wait for Artemis to wake. He turned when the door opened behind him, he watched as Belle hobbled in awkwardly on a crutch with casts on her right ankle and right arm.
"How is he?"
Butler shrugged and went back to watching Artemis; he didn't really like the girl anyway.
She hobbled over and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed and slipped her hand into his, her big brown eyes watching Artemis intently.
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A/N: I'm gonna stop it here. I have a major cramp from typing so much. Review please!