An Artemis Fowl Fanfiction

Fiction rating: T (for a reason)

Pairing: ArtemisX?

Something Short of a Miracle

Cold.

The air is cold.

And I am cold.

Daddy is working.

I have to play alone.

There is the garden.

I play in the garden.

With the flowers and the fence.

Today is Saturday.

I went to school yesterday.

That was Friday.

There were many children.

And Daddy held my hand.

But the children had Mummy's too.

Aren't they Egyptian?

No-one had Butler.

It is very cold in the garden.

My fingers hurt.

There is a well.

I have never seen it before.

I will play in the well.

It is grey and dark.

I'm not afraid.

I will call Daddy if I am.

I get into a bucket in the well.

I can pretend to play ships.

This is funny so I laugh.

Huh?

I am falling!

No!No!

Daddy! Daddy!!

It's cold! I'm stuck!

Daddy!

It so cold!

Where are you Daddy?

It hurts!

Daddy! Daddy...

It's cold... so cold... Daddy?

Daddy please...find me...

Daddy...cold...

Daddy.... Mummy.... Cold....

"Noël? Noël? Where are you?"

Butler looked up from his newspaper to see a young man walk into the library.

"Butler have you seen Noël?" Artemis Fowl asked looking around as if the little girl would appear from behind a book shelf.

"No Artemis I thought she was with you?" the ex-bodyguard answered getting to his feet.

Artemis walked around the library once before leaving. Butler followed him, thinking that Artemis was doing quite a good job with the nutty professor look. Glasses on his head forgotten, jumper on backwards and a pen behind one ear, Artemis Fowl the second was the farthest thing from cold Armani suited boy genius of the past. Yes, fatherhood had taken its toll on him alright.

In fact the Armani suits sat gathering dust in his closet.

"Where has that child got to?" Artemis called out tramping around the kitchen. Butler could hear that tone of hysteria creep into his voice.

"Butler! The doors are open!" And then Artemis was out of the house. Shaking his head Butler followed. Noël had a habit of wandering off. Not because she was a bothersome child but because she was so overconfident. And she had a right to be of course. What other child had picked up the complete oxford dictionary at two and finish it before the week was out?

And of course Artemis had to panic every time, he always became quite irrational every time she did.

His heart thudded, his mouth was dry. Where was she?

It was freezing outside where could she be??

"Noël!"he called again straining his ears for a response.

He'd searched the whole garden, every flower pot had been scrutinised until it almost withered away under his gaze. The flower beds and lawn was empty. She couldn't have gone under the fence, could she?

Would she?

There! A red mitten!

Artemis picked it up calling out again. And then he heard it. Sobbing.

Noël was crying, somewhere close by.

"Noël! Noël! Where have you got to?"

"Daddy! It hurts!" her voice sounded as if from far away but she had to somewhere near.

He whirled around. There, behind a hedge was a low well, cold and grey with age. And it was from this that his daughter's voice echoed. His heart stopped and then stuttered back to life along with his legs.

He fell to his knees staring down into the tiny black hole, somewhere in the sucking darkness he could just make out the face of a very scared little girl.

"Da-ddy" She whimpered.

"It's alright Noël, Daddy's here... you'll be okay!" But he could feel the lie on his lips. Feel his brain shut down. Now of all times it had to fail him. His legs gave out beneath him, fear sapping his strength. Fear for the life of his child.

With the last semblance of his strength he called out "Butler! Help!"

The tone of utter panic had been clear in Artemis's voice and Butler felt the familiar surge of overpowering protectiveness again, he sped up from a brisk walk to a sprint.

Running to the side of the garden he saw Artemis on the ground, leaning over a small, old well.

On his approach Artemis turned to faintly say "She fell, she's stuck"

He'd turned very white and Butler was seized with alarm. Artemis continued to stare at the well as if all his metal not to mention physical capabilities had abandoned him. A fact Butler realised a moment later when Artemis repeated blankly "She fell...She's stuck..."

Pulling out his phone Butler dialled 999, the emergency Garda(1) service. Explaining to them the situation he was struck by how odd that he should call the authorities now after saving Artemis from so many a life threatening situations, he'd never been out of his depth before, whether it be trolls or evil pixies. He leaned over Artemis to assess the situation himself. This time it appeared he was out of his depth.

Noël seemed to be wedged in between a rusty metal bucket and the wall of the well. Her immensely small size owing to the odd angle. She was more than a few meters down the narrow tube. With his hand dialling another number Butler rushed back into the house to look for some rope.

Beckett Fowl was delighted with himself. He loved surprises but more than being on the receiving end he loved to be on the giving end. As his jeep sped down the N4 ring road from Dublin he contemplated the surprise he was about to give his elder brother, when he arrived home unannounced.

Home! He was going home, after a whole year!

At eighteen Beckett Fowl was one of the most accomplished artists of modern Europe. The 'Mer-Child' as his most famous painting he found it was hard to explain to people that he'd only gone to college that very year. He glanced at the canvases and oil paints that littered the back of his jeep. It was getting harder and harder to explain to people that his paintings were based on average things like the 'Mer-Child' was based on his niece not some cult goddess. Some art critiques were just plain crazy. Not to mention all those fans that seemed to constantly plague him.

So it was good to be away from the mad and hectic life of Dublin for a while, Beckett grinned thinking of his elder brother again.

Artemis had really let himself go, doting after his daughter like some love sick puppy. Gone was the black suited, crisp business man of Beckett's youth. Changed overnight into a worried and dreamy eyed 'Papa'.

Beckett snorted, mentally noting that down to email Myles, his twin later.

It had been barely four years ago that Artemis had become distant from his family. Long trips out of town and even longer business trips out of the country. Myles had diagnosed him with some rare form of schizophrenic illness that included an isolation disorder. He had been writing a psychiatry paper back then. Beckett had simply stated "Lady Friend" to a choking Myles.

And true to his words Artemis had disappeared for nearly a year before returning to Ireland with a six month old daughter in tow.

To say they were surprised would be the understatement of the century. But Artemis refused to answer any of their questions. Simply stating that Noël was his daughter, deal with it.

And life had almost gone back to normal in a way. Angeline and Artemis Fowl...Mum and Dad...Beckett corrected himself, Artemis, Myles and himself. Not to mention Butler and occasionally Juliet. Together with little, adorable, delightful baby Noël. And it had been a good happy life.

That was until their parents moved to Spain, Myles to London and Beckett to Uni. Artemis was more than able to raise his daughter on his own and of course Butler went by from time to time to check up on them.

So all in all Beckett just couldn't wait to get home he really- his nostalgic reverie was interrupted by Mozart. He glanced at his phone and then at the road. He really shouldn't seeing as he was driving but then he picked it up anyway. It could be that girl he met last week end who didn't seem to know he was such a famous artist.

"Hello- Butler?"

"What? She what?"

"I'll be there in five minutes!"

He threw the phone down into the passenger seat, concentrating on driving as fast as he possibly could, all though of any girls flying clean out of his head.

(1) Garda is like the Irish word for Police. Plural is Gardai. Um I think, I don't take Irish so I might spell it wrong... hehe

Laurry: Well there we go peoples thats a wrap!

Lilly : Okay so this is our first Artemis Fowl AH one-shot...

Laurry: Which somehow turned into a three-shot!

Lilly: aheeheehehe... yeah it's a bit OOC but this is like 15-16 years on people... and well people change...heh

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