Hello everyone, I do not own Artemis Fowl or Disasteress Rage. I do own my extensive already mentioned OCs, though.

It was a few months later when an unusually nervous Irish boy stood in front of a very, very fancy shop. After he had entered, an assistant came over.

"May I help you, young sir," he asked, in a polite tone. This boy was very rich, made obvious by his top designer clothes and by the fact that he had even entered the store.

"Yes, I'd like to buy a size half, specially made."

He showed the assistant a very descriptive hand drawn picture. It even had color added and the boy had written down what each part was to be made out of.

"Size half, sir? This design is superb, amazing even, but that size is so small, are you sure that you want it to be that size, it would only fit a tiny child?"

"Yes, I'm sure. When can it be finished?"

"It can be ready in a week."

"Thank you, I will pick it up then."

"Goodbye young sir, thank you for shopping here."

The boy left the store, calming down slightly, but only a little bit. Things were precisely as he had planned.

A week later, after he had picked up his item, he headed back home. He was very nervous, everything had to be perfect. The giant man sitting in the shotgun seat sighed.

"Artemis, everything is going to be fine."

"Oh, Butler, you don't know that," the boy sighed. "Everything could go very wrong."

"Calm down, Artemis, you almost jumped that curb; take your rights a little less hard. I know you're nervous, but that doesn't mean that you can floor the pedal."

"Sorry," the boy apologized, lessening up on the accelerator. "Butler, old friend, am I doing the right thing? This isn't entirely legal you know."

Butler rolled his eyes, something he only did when he considered it completely necessary. "Yes, Artemis, I know, you tell me at least three times a day. I'm sure that this is the first illegal action you've ever taken that has made you very nervous, and the first one that I've ever actually looked forward to. I promise you Artemis, everything is going to be fine."

"I sure hope that you are right, old friend," he sighed. "If you're wrong, my entire life will be ruined, I'll probably turn evil again, and then I'll take control of the world and make it happen."

"Artemis, I told you to not wor- ARTEMIS, brake, you almost ran over a bunch of school children."

"Sorry, sorry, that was an accident."

"*humph*"

"Hey, it was."

"Artemis, can you please get us home without killing somebody?"

"I'm trying, Butler, stop yelling at me."

"What, are you just going to have me let you kill a kid and suffer a relapse of the Atlantis Complex less than a week before the big event?"

"Alright, alright, I know."

Butler paused. "I'm sorry Artemis; I know exactly how nervous you are, I'm nervous too; I just hope that everything turns out alright."

They both sighed and rode the rest of the way back in a nervous, suspense filled silence.

Once they were back at Fowl Manor, Butler looked at Artemis.

"You know, Artemis, you should just calm down a bit. We will know in a week, and there is absolutely nothing that we can do about it until then."

The boy mournfully nodded. "I know Butler, but that can't stop me from worrying." He paused. "Butler, is it," he paused, obviously bothered about something. "average to be filled with a gut wrenching nervousness in this sort of situation?"

Butler gave a low, rumbling chuckle. "Personally, I have never been in this situation before, and I never plan to. But yes, I believe that it is very, very average to be completely, entirely, gut wrenching nervous."

"Oh, that's good, I guess. I do not wish to be classified with those poor abused people who are average, but I do not wish for there to be something wrong with me."

"Believe me, in this circumstance, aside from your age, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you."

The boy smiled at his bodyguard, and then he entered the manor. The instant that he did so, a tiny nut brown skinned, auburn haired, green clad person slammed into him, practically knocking him over.

"Artemis," she squealed. "Where'd you go? What did you do? Why did you go, you know that I hate it when you leave?" She pouted up at him. "And why the heck wasn't I allowed to go with you?"

He sighed. "Holly, I was getting you a birthday present."

"Well, I'm glad that you are thinking about me, but why couldn't you have ordered it online?"

"Holly," he laughed. "What is up with you? On an average day's statistics, you do not get this hyper and excited when I go somewhere."

Her face fell. "I got a little ner, well, sorry, a lot nervous and I accidentally killed your hamster."

Her eyes brimmed over with tears over the death of the poor, defenseless, abused creature.

"Oh Holly, that's alright. I can get another hamster. Maybe I will get you a hamster as well."

Holly looked up at him, eyes glistening with excitement and old tears.

"You will? Really?"

He laughed again; he seemed to do that a lot more now that Holly was living with him. "Yes, I will, and yes, really."

Holly hugged him.

"Now," said Butler. "Let's go eat dinner."

The two nodded, Holly, eagerly, and Artemis, his average, calm self. Holly darted into the dining room, flying into a chair. As Artemis walked in, he smiled to himself. It was just one more week till Holly's birthday. Artemis hoped to make it one of the most memorable days of her entire life. He mentally begged for it to turn out as had been planned.

Artemis' family had grown to really enjoy having Holly around, and had immediately agreed to help him with his idea. She not only was very polite to Artemis' parents, but she was eager to play with the twins, and had almost as much energy as they did. She always seemed to have time for everybody. Even if she was tiny, she easily fit right in with the human family.

She loved all the plants and wildlife on the Fowl property, but the thing that she loved best was the horse paddock. She would go there for hours on end, talking to and taking care of the horses. Artemis would quite often go with her, and it was very common to see them riding around on the Fowl grounds together on Artemis' mare. Holly had her own colt that she was training, but it was still too young and wild for her to ride, and she preferred riding with Artemis.

Both of the twins liked her a lot, but for different reasons. Beckett liked her because she was very strong and just about the right height to help him learn how to fight. It was amusing to watch her teach him how to fight, because he often had trouble listening to her. Sometimes he would completely ignore her, and 'attack' her in the middle of one of her demonstrations. Myles liked her, because she could be very patient, (when she got around to it) and would perform his experiments with him. And he found that she was rather smart in some departments, even though Artemis would never admit it.

Still, at points in time when Artemis left, you could still see traces of Disasteress Rage. She would get very flustered, got very upset, and would often accidentally break something. If there was something alive near by, like Artemis' pet hamster, she often accidentally killed it. If he happened to be gone longer than an hour, she got even worse. Her entire body would tremble and she got a strange gleam in her eyes. When this started to happen, she was plagued by immense headaches and would constantly rub her neck, checking for the cord. It was a very sad thing to see her in one of these states. Artemis' family and the Butlers would do their best to calm her down until Artemis could come back. Often, this involved them calling him and letting her talk to him.

The week slowly passed. Artemis' scheme was coming even closer. This scheme was different than most. This time, Angeline, Timmy, Butler, and Juliet all knew. They even trusted Myles with a part of the plan. The only adult who did not know was Holly herself. But that was understandable. It was her birthday surprise. Finally, the elf's birthday arrived.

For Holly, the day didn't start out all that well. First, her alarm clock went off at 4:45 a.m. and she couldn't get back to sleep. So, she got out of bed at 5:00. Second, somehow her toothpaste tube ended up on the floor. She stepped on it and bright green slug and algae toothpaste (her favorite flavor of a digestible intestine cleaning toothpaste brand) exploded all over the bathroom and it took her fifteen minutes to clean it up.

Third, the shower turned cold partway through her shower, forcing her to flee for warmth after only halfway finishing washing her body. Fourth, on her way down the stairs, she slipped and banged her ear on the banister. Elf ears are very sensitive, and easily subjugated to pain. She ended up collapsing and falling painfully down the remainder of the stairs.

Fifth, they were out of coffee creamer and she had to use a disgusting powdered human made stuff or risk the worst headache from an addiction there ever was. Sixth, when everyone else got up, nobody wished her a happy birthday or even said anything all that nice. All that Myles said to her was.

"Wow, you're grumpy."

It so far was not turning out to be a good birthday. Towards the end of the afternoon, Holly was miserable. No one had wished her a happy birthday. No one had given her a present. No one had even acted as if today was any different from a normal Saturday. Heck, Juliet asked her to help her to weed the garden.

So, no one was all that surprised when Holly burst into tears and fled the room in the middle of dinner.

Artemis smiled. "I'll go cheer her up."

"Yes," said Butler. "Finally, you can go do that. Asking her to help weed was a great touch, Juliet. She probably began to worry whether or not this actually was her birthday"

Artemis followed her into the garden.

"Holly," he said upon catching up to her. "What is wrong?"

Holly gulped back a sob. "It-it's my birthday today, but no one's wished me a happy birthday. Everyone's been ignoring me. Nobody remembered my birthday." At this, she burst into tears.

"Oh, Holly, I'm sorry. I was just waiting for the proper time. I – I only have one birthday present to give you, but I hope that you will like it."

He knelt down and opened a miniscule box.

Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Holly short, will you marry me?"

Wow, it's the end. It's unbelievable. I hope that you guys all look out for Disasteress Rage Eternally, the sequel to this story, oh, and thank you AW24, Turquoise Peach, HollyArty foeva for staying with me through this and giving your advice. Oh, and thank you Shadow Huntress for being a great beta, especially when I needed help with my horrible writer's block.

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