Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl.

Hello everyone! I know it's been a long time, and hopefully some of you remember me from my other fics, but I'm back! In order to fend off summer boredom and inspire some ideas for WYWO and 'A Night at the Ivy', I've decided to write a collection of short fics and drabbles (max 1000 words?), as many other authors in this following have done in the past. Thus, I present, 'Across Time and Space,' which shall include scenes from throughout the AF timeline and may or may not be related to my other stories. Our first chapter takes place between TLC and TTP. Enjoy! :D

Across Time and Space

1

"Mooooooooommmmm!"

Looking up from his book, Artemis scanned the manor's expansive lawn for the cause of the cry, his uneven eyes eventually alighting on Myles and Beckett. From the boy's positions- Beckett prone and Myles standing, chubby arms crossed- it appeared that the latter had pushed the former down.

The twins' elder brother sighed, pushing himself up and out of the reclining patio chair. With Mr. Fowl in Dublin on business and Angeline in the middle of a conference call, the job of watching the two youngest Fowls had been given to Artemis for the afternoon. Initially, Butler had offered his help, but Artemis turned the offer down. While Butler had more experience with children (especially highly intelligent, somewhat insufferable children) Artemis considered the task a manageable one and sent Butler off on some business of his own.

For the most part, the boys had been quiet. In fact, Artemis was pleasantly surprised at how much entertainment the boys could create from the other's company and the outdoors. So far, Artemis had been able to peruse his novel with little to no interruption, and his clothes had maintained their freshly-washed and ironed perfection, despite the boys' affinity for mud pies.

Now, normally, Artemis was against intervention in the socialization processes of his brothers', and in the current situation, would have decidedly left Myles and Beckett alone to 'work it out themselves;' however, Beckett's cries were increasing in volume and Artemis was loath to have his mother's call interrupted due to a failure in his own duties as a fledgling older brother.

"Artemis!" Beckett cried as the teenager made his way across the lawn. "Myles pushed me!"

"No I didn't!" Myles interjected, arms still crossed, then, his face innocent, gazed up at Artemis. "He fell."

Artemis cocked one of his eyebrows, looking back and forth between the boys. Neither story seemed true and yet it seemed that, he, as the older brother, must decide who was in the wrong.

"Beckett didn't fall!" Beckett continued, still sitting on the grass.

"Yes you did! It's 'cause you have a big head, it made you lose your balance-"

Beckett held the offending body part between his hands and scoffed at Myles, "Big head means I'm smart, simple-toon! Like Artemis! He has a big head and he-"

"Okay, okay," Artemis interrupted, before any more head-related insults could be made. "Gentlemen, let us agree to disagree. Myles, you did not push Beckett, and Beckett, you did not fall. Sound good?"

"Fine, but Beckett still hurt," Beckett said, thrusting his hand towards Artemis, his lower lip forming an impressive pout.

Artemis lowered himself until he sat on his heels and inspected Beckett's tiny hand. Across the pink palm was a small red graze, the skin barely broken.

"Kiss it better," Beckett commanded, forcing his hand closer to Artemis' face.

Myles snorted derisively, for a two year old that is, and said, "You're such a baby Beckett. Kissing booboos doesn't make 'em better."

Beckett kicked his legs angrily, tears threatening to begin spouting from his eyes. "Yes it does! Mommy does it, and it works! Artemis, please."

With colourful bandages nowhere in sight, Artemis decided that the only way to satisfy Beckett and end the boys' argument was to follow Beckett's command.

Carefully, Artemis drew his brother's dirty hand toward him. Closing his eyes to ignore all the grime that had most likely accumulated on the unwashed appendage, he whispered a word that only he could hear and quickly kissed Beckett's hand.

Pulling away, Artemis opened his eyes and watched as blue sparks zipped across the wound, healing it instantly. Beckett must have seen too, and gaped at his own hand, holding it up for Myles to see as well.

"Look! I told ya Myles! I told ya!"

Myles grabbed Beckett's hand, flipping it over, looking for something that would explain the healing, then looked up at Artemis, shocked. With a wry smile, Artemis stood up and ruffled the boy's hair. Walking back towards his chair, he called over his shoulder,

"Play nice boys."

Myles watched as his older brother sat back down. He was even weirder than Beckett, and that was saying something.

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