Chapter six! Last chapter; for sure this time! This is a good and bad thing for me. Good because I can FINALLY move on to writing other stories; bad because this story is over. I'm gonna put my two or three story ideas on my profile, for those of you who might want to see them.

For some reason, this final chapter was so hard to write. I was stuck on the first few sentences for so long. This chapter should be at least 1600 words. I want the whole story to be at least 12000 words :)

Sorry this chapter took soooo long to post, I was writing it for a long time. (emphasis on long) I don't know what was so hard to write, it just…was.

NOTE: I don't know anything about Ireland or UK classes, so I took the ones that I have to take in seventh grade. For some reason, my research that I took to find Irish classes turned up fruitless. Oh, and the Artic Incident- was it around the same time Artemis Fowl was? In this, I made it around Christmas, 'cause I'm not sure if I'm right or not. I think it is, it is the Artic Incident, after all. And, ah, not sure if I have to say this or not, but matrixes are a type of math (and a really annoying type, too). Just for those who might get it confused with Matrix the movie.

Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer does.

Sgarecool: YAY! You gave me like… 6 or 7 reviews! (even though they all said about the same thing…) Just for that, here's this chapter:D

On Wings of Dreams: Yes, I was wondering why nobody else wrote anything like this, so I just took the duty on myself!

Absolute power: Glad you like it! This is the last chapter! That's fine, my computer gets server errors all the time… I just shut it down and let my dad fix it.

Passing through Insane Lane

Epilogue: Return

The next year passed quicker then I could ever imagine. Artemis went to school taking Pre-calculus, which he soon skipped (with my money, I managed to let the school give him the test) and went ahead to Calculus, which he also complained was third-grade material. But I insisted that Calculus would be more useful then Statistics, which I had no idea why they even provided. Don't you learn statistics in middle school?

Arty was also extremely ahead in ELA and History/Social Studies, but even more so in Science. And yet, he was forced to stay in the private middle school for Health, which annoyed him greatly. "They think I am imprudent enough to use drugs- I need none to think greater of myself," he would say. He would also have to take Physical Education, of course—which I knew he hated. I expect he managed to talk his teachers into letting him use the Computer Lab while everyone else was doing push-ups and running. It would be a clever thing—just like him. No, not clever—ingenious.

Butler was doing well in his bodyguard job and Juliet in her training. I gave up on the diary entry of Arty's after many boring nights, and dismissed my curiosity as that of an overprotective parent, paranoid after losing her husband.

I joined a garden club, and took up community service. I wanted to be the perfect mom that I was anything but while I was insane. I had even gained some weight, too. I wasn't back to a normal weight, but I wasn't sickly skinny anymore.

One day, Artemis started acting strangely. He'd frequently call Butler to talk. Not to imply that he didn't frequently talk with Butler, but now it was more so.

I wondered what could be bothering him so. I often tried to talk him into telling me, but he just told me it was over some Calculus project. I didn't believe him for a second.

"Mother, it is no big deal. I was discussing with Butler how we could get materials for a making a visual model of a matrix." I thought I heard a bit of a squeak in his voice, but perhaps it was only my imagination. Oh, how he had grown!

"Arty, are you sure?"

"It was I who was talking to Butler. How could I not be sure?"

"But what will you need? Are you positive I can't help any?"

"I will not need much. It doesn't take much to overtake my whole class in surprise and jealousy." I could see his grin already. Most other moms commented on his smirk. I would say what smirk? That's my child's smile. The child in question continued, shaking me out of my thoughts. "Don't worry, Mother. I needn't any help."

I sighed. At least I tried.

But either way, I was getting worried about him. He didn't seem to have any friends, just Butler and Juliet. And any self-respecting mom would know this isn't good. But, ah, I didn't. I just blabbed out the story in almost-tears at the next Mom's Club meeting, and they suggested the obvious, that for some reason, I couldn't think of.

So I did. I signed Arty up with the school counselor—hoping to God that this time, it would work. I don't know how many psychiatrists, counselors, and the like Artemis had forced into an early retirement. I think he fears them. Like a kiddish fear, I suppose, but he skipped his whole childhood, so I think it makes sense. The other mothers disagree wholeheartedly, though. They say while I was insane, Arty got too rebellious, and now that I am back, I'm too nice to him. Shpff. I don't think so. There are many things I wish to do with Arty that I just don't have time for. Things I want to buy him, places I want to take him, et cetera.

So my hope was deflated when Artemis came home early.

"How was the counselor, dear?"

Artemis gave me a look that was filled with irritation. "How do you think, mother? Do I seem any different to you?" And before I could reply, he was off.

I wanted to apologize, so I baked some sugar cookies and took them up to his room. But before I could open the door, Arty burst out and almost toppled into me. He glanced up at me, and I could see that his pale face was filled with excitement.

Back to the apologizing part. "Arty, I—"

He cut me off. "Hello, Mother. Of course, I agree…you're absolutely correct." He said, before I could complete my sentence. "I ought to go back to school. Indeed, I'll do that right at the moment. Projects don't plan themselves, you know. Farewell, Mother." He said this all in a rush, but then seemed to calm down and left the house, Butler trailing behind him.

All I could do was rush out the door and give the cookies to Butler.

"Butler, would you give these to Artemis later? Before they get cold, please?"

"Sure, madam. Why wouldn't I?" He smiled at me, despite the pain I knew the cookie pan's heat must have been causing him.

I didn't bother to answer his question (I expected it to be rhetorical anyway), just shouted as loud as I could, "BYE, Arty!" I didn't want my last words for a while to him to be a failed apology.

He just turned around and nodded abruptly, then went back into his car.

I could only watch as the black limo drove off in the direction of his boarding school. Though for some reason, I didn't believe for an instant that he was going back there.

The next few days passed in a blur. How long was it… three days? Four? Five? I had no clue. I didn't tell anyone, but Artemis had been looking out for anything about his father. About my husband. He didn't think I knew, but I did. Nobody knew that that was the real reason I sent him to that counselor.

I thought he had found a lead on Artemis I. This was a good thing and a bad thing. Good because I might get them both back and bad because it was equally likely that it might be a bad lead or a trap, and that I would lose both of them.

I couldn't bear that. So I just wandered about in a daze, wandering almost to sanity's borders…again. Juliet, the dear girl, saved me, though. She made me go to my club meetings, my community work, and whatever. "Mrs. Fowl, you can't miss this meeting! You're doing something important!" she would say. I wondered vaguely if we were paying the Butlers. I couldn't think straight if it weren't for that girl.

And then, the fateful day came. I came in the house after painting a church for children, and the phone rang. I picked it up without a second thought. It was Arty.

"Mother?"

"Arty! Where are you? Don't tell me you're at school, I know you're not! What happened? Tell me!"

"Mother… eh, Father is in the hospital."

That was all he had to say. I dropped the phone, and went out the door. Then I remembered that Butler wasn't there—and I had long since forgotten how to drive. I wouldn't be able to get to the hospital. I was about to start running there when Juliet caught my arm.

"What is it, Juliet?" She looked sheepish.

"Er, I could drive us there…I am seventeen, you know." That's right…she was.

Juliet quickly got my husband's old car out of the garage, and we were off. I was sure Butler had taught her how to drive sometime, but the driving was anything but comfortable. It was fast, sure, and effective (we were making great time), definitely, but I was being rocked about in my seat.

And then the trip was over. I rushed into the hospital without signing in, and Juliet stopped to get a pair of visitor's passes and directions.

I stopped at the elevators…I had no idea where I was supposed to be going. All I knew was that my husband was in one of those floors. The elevator opened, and I stepped in. I thought the door closed, but the next moment Juliet was in there with me.

"Here's your visitors pass." That was all she said to me.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the hospital door, hand trembling and reached out.

I stood there for about a minute, then Juliet got a little impatient and opened the door for me.

There he was. Sitting there, up in his bed. I knew immediately that this wasn't the Artemis I had last seen.

This was the Timmy I had married and loved since I was a teenager.

Arty and Butler left the room with Juliet, leaving me with him.

We stared at each other for what seemed like hours, and then I shrieked and almost jumped into his lap.

But due to my horrible coordination, I ended up on the bed, next to him.

I just lay there, and he soothed me like he had in my dreams and I hugged him as tight as I thought I could without injuring him further.

Then I noticed he had a wound in his shoulder. I only thought one thing about it: déjà vu…

But that was another time. All I thought about was him.

Two years I had to wait without him. One insane, one not. But either way, I knew it was all worth it… I had my old Artemis back, and I knew things were going to get better.

Why? Isn't it obvious? Love always makes things better.

THE END

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It's finally over! Now does anyone want to vote on which story I should write/post first? I have the ideas planned out on my profile! avovisto