Well, here goes

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"This is the place, Butler"

The sleek, German sedan that Artemis preferred to use on especially sensitive business slid to a stop, just beyond the yellow glow cast by two flickering street lamps. Butler peered into the dark street where three-story townhouses rose on one side of the paved driveway, disappearing into the night. No lights were on, not at this hour. Artemis had explicitly stated that they were not to be seen, and the neighborhood seemed safe enough in daylight, but now…

"Artemis-"

"I know, Butler. I can assure you, it is quite safe. The only crime we need to worry about occurred over 200 years ago."

Butler absently fingered the trigger of his favorite Sig Sauer, unconvinced. A year ago, he would've followed without question. That was before the Spiro-restaurant incident. And now this, another case of a sloppy stake-out. He must be getting old. Butler sighed, and popped open the door.

******

The thick London fog did not agree with Artemis- the young genius felt it as soon as his leather loafers hit the cobbled street. The cold seeped into his crisp Fioravanti suit, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on ends. Beside him, Butler frowned, checking the dark spots behind infrared glasses. Artemis felt an uncharacteristic rush of excitement. They were here. Everything was in place.

"Well I won't leave you in suspense much longer old friend," Artemis said, reaching into his coat to pull out the strange gold ring Butler had seen him slip on before leaving Fowl manor. It reeked of fairly technology.

"I managed to produce this contraption here with a little help from Foaly, and with a little portion of our fairy prize."

He held it up so Butler could see. "Tell me Butler, what do you think about time travel?"

Butler cleared his throat, removing the glasses and putting them back into his jacket pocket. He knew it was not his place to question the young master, but regardless of all the dangerous exploits Artemis had found fit to become involved it, this trip had been by far the most mysterious. They had driven from the hotel to their present location in silence, briefing only on the time and location. On the way Butler remembered Artemis wording it as being 'only a simple excursion to Whitechaple London, to pass the time'. The thought of Artemis as a casual tourist had almost made him loose his composure.

His employer waited patiently. It was too dark to read his expression but Butler was sure Artemis had not traveled so far just to deliver a scientific lecture on some dimly lit street. Butler took a deep breath.

"No stranger than elves and fairies," fibbed the big man. He blinked and realized he meant it.

"Precisely."

Butler was a man of few words and Artemis appreciated that. It was time to return the favor, and to fill the loyal manservant in.

"You see, my dear friend, this ring is designed to open a one-use portal to a specific date in the past. A disposable time machine, if you will. And no, Butler, this has nothing to do with the LEP."

Butler suddenly had a very bad feeling, like someone was about to tell him he had left the oven on back at the manor.

"I'll spare you the theatrics. The year is 1888. The place, Dorset Street, London, England. And we,"Artemis continued, " have a date with Jack the Ripper."

When he turned, and Butler could see his perfectly serious expression- albeit with the characteristic shadow of a smirk.

Artemis held up his hand with the ring. "History is not all what it seems, and neither is Mr. Ripper. We are going back to Victorian England. We shall meet the Ripper at the site of his last crime, and-

I will catch myself a death god."

This is my first time! (Fanfic writing- sheesh wha'd ya think I meant?!? :P)

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