Hey people! I'm sorry I took sooooo long to launch this, but I needed to stop writing for abit, you know, to do some ACTUAL studying! But I'm back now, and have finally launched my next story!

I hope you guys like the storyline!

Enjoy this chapter!

Mission Impossible.

Holly stood outside Foaly's operations booth, trying too gain the courage to go inside.

The minute she had gotten the call, she had begun to worry. Foaly's voice had had a level of hilarity to it, and she had heard muffled giggling in the background. But no matter how hard she tried and no matter how loud she shouted, he would not tell her what was so damn funny. Eventually, she had gotten fed up, and had hung up on him.

And now there she stood, grinding her teeth together.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, she pushed the door open, and stepped inside, expecting the worst.

Commander Trouble Kelp was leaning against the far wall, grinning from ear to ear, while Foaly was half buried in a large box, as he rummaged through its contents. As she stepped into the room, Foaly looked up, and let out a happy whinny.

"Holly! So glad you could join us! From the way our last conversation went, I thought we'd have to drag you over here.'

Holly rolled her eyes, and prayed for patience.

It never came.

"Foaly, please just cut to the chase. What is this 'major important mission' that I had to rush down here to hear about? And may I remind you; I'm supposed to be on leave." She said, rubbing her temples, a trait which she had picked up from a certain human companion.

Trouble gave her a stern glare, as he pushed away from the wall.

"Forget about your leave Short. This is a serious matter! And I'm not going to replace my finest Captain simply because she's getting home sick!"

Holly opened her mouth to give a snappy retort. When no retort came, she closed her mouth.

Trouble nodded at her, and then turned to Foaly.

"Well you heard her. Explain the situation."

Foaly trotted happily to his huge computers, and began to type, his fingers flying across the keyboard. As he typed, he started to explain, his voice layered with excitement.

"Right, as you know, the past Opal came here to the future, to steal our little Lemur friend. Needless to say, she failed miserably. We sent out a retrieval team to dig her up, but…"

Holly froze, and stared at her two friends, her eyes darting from one to the other.

"No." she said, shaking her head, "You're lying to me! Foaly, tell me you're lying!"

"I'm afraid I'm not, Holly. Opal was not there. She left your helmet there as a decoy. Some how, she managed to gain the strength needed to escape."

Holly hung her head, to shocked for words. After a minute of cursing in her head, she looked up.

"So, you're saying I have to go out there and find her?"

Foaly shook his head.

"No, we have other plans for you. You see, we have reason to believe that our friend Artemis may be in serious danger. We believe the threat may not come from Opal herself, but from someone she is controlling."

Holly frowned, obviously confused.

Foaly sighed, rolling his eyes skywards.

"You know how Opal managed to control Angeline Fowl?"

"Yes. How can I forget?"

"Well, she is doing the same to someone close to Artemis. We believe that this person is close enough to actually go to school with Artemis."

Holly nodded, beginning to understand.

"So you want me to fly up to Artemis' school and bring in this someone?"

"Umm…it's not that simple. You see, this is not a short term mission."

Suddenly, Foaly began to grin, his whole face lighting up.

Holly shrank away slightly. When Foaly grinned at her like that, things weren't going to turn out the way she wanted it to.

"So what are you implying?" she asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Foaly's grin grew even bigger, as he trotted over to the box. With a barely stifled giggle, he withdrew something from the box.

As he turned back to her, Holly saw what he was holding. With a load cry, she jumped back, her eyes wide.

Foaly whinnied happily, enjoying her spectacular reaction.

"Holly, I'm happy to say that you're going back to school!" he cheered, waving her school uniform at her.

Trouble burst into helpless fits of laughter, holding his sides.

Holly shook her head wildly, looking like a panicking animal.

D'Arvit Foaly! There is no way in hell you're serious! This is all some sick and twisted joke!" she growled, sticking her hands out in front of her, as if that would protect herself.

Foaly grinned wickedly.

"I'm dead serious. You're name is already on the student list!"

Holly's jaw dropped, her heart almost skidding to a halt.

"Oh gods…"

Foaly laughed, as he began to move towards her.

"Come along Holly. It's time to try on your new uniform!"

She jumped back, shaking her head again.

"No! No a chance! You're not bringing that thing near me!"

Suddenly, Trouble stood next to Foaly, all his hilarity forgotten.

"Holly, that's enough! Put it on now! That's a order!"

Holly bristled, then, with a heavy sigh, reached out and grabbed the uniform.

Then, with as much dignity as possible, she stormed of towards a door on the far side of the room.

Suddenly, Foaly gave a call from behind.

"Hey sweetheart! The changing rooms that way!" he called, pointing in the opposite direction.

Holly froze, then turned around, her eyes blazing.

Foaly's smile faded, and with a startled cry, ran back to the box.

Holly charged, one hand reached out like a claw, while the other still clutched her school uniform.

When she reached him, instead of punching him, she grabbed his arm.

"Foaly, aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, her voice dripping with un concealed malice.

Foaly looked slightly confused. Then suddenly, his face lit up.

With a happy chuckle, he reached into the box, and drew out a large school bag.

Holly snatched the bag, then stormed out the door.

As the door slammed shut behind her, Trouble and Foaly both burst into fits of laughter.

"Did you see the look on her face?!"

Trouble nodded, still laughing to much to answer.

They both stood there, laughing their heads off, till the door slammed open, a loud bang echoing through the room.

They both turned, and the laughter died in their throats.

Holly stood in the doorway, her face livid.

She wore a short, red plaid school skirt that came up about five fingers above her knees, along with a crisp, white button up school shirt with a red tie. The school emblem stood out in black on the tie. She wore a black school blazer, with red lining around the edges, and a pair of black school socks and shiny black school shoes. Her black school bag hung over her shoulder, filled to the brim with books.

Trouble's mouth hung open, as he stared at her in shock. Neither of them had ever seen her in something like this before. It was shocking. Trouble felt strangely attracted to this new Holly. But, what type of warmblooded man wouldn't?

Foaly was the first one to break the silence.

"Wow...um...oh dear...um...oh I forgot! You need contacts!"

Hurriedly, he pulled a small box out of a bag for her. With a shaky hand, he handed it to her.

Holly snatched it away, and looked inside. She took out a small dark contact, and carefully placed it over her blue eye.

Finally she turned to them, her arms spread wide.

"Well, how do I look?"

Without thinking, they both replied at once.

"Sexy!"

Holly rolled her eyes, as she walked over to the box.

"Peadophiles!" she muttered, making her voice loud enough so that they could both hear her snide comment.

"Peadophiles!" scoffed Foaly, a smirk crossing his lips,"Says she who goes around snogging and daydreaming about a fourteen year old mud boy!"

Suddenly, Foaly ducked low, as a heavy English dictionary soared over his head.

He stood up straight, grinning wickedly at the furious elf.

"I'm sorry Holly. That comment was out of line." he apologized.

Holly sighed, and turned back to the box, picking up the rest of her school things.

"I can't believe I'm doing this! This is insane! Talk about Mission Impossible."

"Aw, don't worry! And look at the bright side! Your school shoes make you about three centimeters taller! And when you're Holly Short, every centimeter counts!"

Once again, Foaly ducked as a French dictionary soared over his head.

Trouble strode over and picked up the two dictionaries, a scowl on his face.

"Captain Short, stop fooling around! Get your stuff packed and head down to the plaza shuttle port! School starts in five hours! This is serious! I want to see you at that shuttle in an two hours! Don't make me wait!"

Holly stopped in her tracks. Then, with a hurried salute, she walked out the room, carrying all her new school things.

Foaly laughed happily.

"Well done Trubs! I think you handled that rather well!"

Then Foaly let out a sharp cry of pain, as a dictionary hit his head.

"Don't call me that, centaur! I'm your superior officer, and you will address me with respect." Trouble growled, as he left the room.

Foaly rubbed his throbbing head, muttering under his breath.

Tada! Do you like it!? I was reading other fanfictions when the idea hit me! You see, writing a story like this is hard to make interesting, and I think I just might have the tools to make this work! Get ready for more laughter in the later chapters! I will try to update as soon as possible! See you then!

A parting message to Flossi and Mange!

Mange: Get more Internet! You have to watch Hellsing! You have no idea how AWESOME it is!! Alucard just seems to be getting cooler and cooler!:)

Flossi: You are insane! But the conversations we have are really...enlightening! Honestly, I think you'd be sitting in a asylum if it wasn't for Alecia and me! And by the way, watch a episode of Hellsing Ultimate, or I WILL kill you! You will not regret it!:D