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TTP - Holly's POV

Postby Rocket Axxonu » Sun Apr 03, 2011 3:22 am

Some notes:

This will basically parallel (with scenes dropped, added, cropped, etc. as appropriate) a little less than the first half of TTP, but be from Holly's point of view. I wrote this as part of a chapter or two of a much longer fanfiction I'm currently working on, but I probably won't post that online for a few years at least, and I wanted to see if this could work on its own. I figured I probably wasn't the only one who liked to imagine what Holly might have been thinking while all *that* was going on. (;

These first parts are going to have a lot of internal monologue – it may seem like too much, but I felt like it was important to understanding Holly's state of mind later on (at least according to the interpretation of this fanfiction, heh x3).

So anyway... here we go.


*edit: I rewrote a lot of this and am currently posting it on ffnet, so if you're interested in reading the longer, heavily revised version instead that goes on beyond the point this version does, you can find it here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7394208/1/The_Other_Paradox

The Time Paradox – Holly's Perspective


At that moment, as they all stood amidst the chaos in Taipei 101, frozen, unsure what to do, Holly had believed Artemis was right. He usually was.

When he said the only way to rid themselves of the bomb strapped to Holly's wrist was to take it a safe distance away from the civilians and detonate it, or disarm it, it seemed like those really were the only options. She also knew his reasoning was sound when he said that she must also take him, the only one with a hope of disarming the bomb, as well as Qwan and Nº1, who would be discovered by the Mud Men authorities who were only minutes away if she didn't.

Even when she stopped and looked back, examining the situation in retrospect, she could see the logic of how they had acted, of the sequence of events they had followed because of the actions Artemis had had them take. But even though her reason told her that there was nothing she could have done, nothing anyone could have done to have changed the results of all that had happened, there were times she still wondered.

After all, how could she have predicted the lingering painful effects of that moment, as her mechanical wings failed and they all tumbled toward certain death hundreds of feet below? Had she acted differently before that moment, changed just one thing, anything, might it not have ended differently?

Ultimately of course, it was completely ridiculous to dwell on the past and what might have happened. She had deeper regrets than this. How often had she thought back to Commander Julius Root's death and wondered if there was truly no act she could have taken to save him? But even with that, she had always determinedly forced such pointless musings from her mind, focusing instead on living out what Julius had wanted for her.

What was done was done, she told herself, look to the future instead of dwelling on the past. After all, that was the advice her mother had always used to give her long ago before the accident, and that was one of the pieces of advice that had most stuck with Holly Short. That advice had long aided her in pushing doggedly through life, even without her mother by her side.

And when she weighed the importance of what was lost with what was accomplished, what had been certainly the prevention of the disaster of interspecies war, and salvation of an entire family of fairies, logically, was not her own discomfort a small price to pay?

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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

Postby Rocket Axxonu » Tue Apr 05, 2011 3:37 pm

Holly accepted what had happened. Accepted it, and moved on.

But accepting something, as it turned out, didn't make dealing with it easy or simple. In fact, predictably, simply picking up life where one left off after coming back to it when three whole years had passed, while she herself had only experienced being gone a few hours or so, turned out to be anything but. Like simply going to a movie, and coming out of the theater only to find the world completely changed. It was jarring, unexpected. She had not been prepared for this.

Foaly's greeting in welcoming her back to the real world was heartfelt and warm, and having a good friend waiting for her return when she'd been off in another dimension in the midst of ferocious combat, unsure if she would ever make it home again, was wonderful. It would be nice, she thought, getting back to ordinary life, to find the familiarity of her own home, surrounded by the friends she knew.

But it wasn't until after that first greeting, where for just a moment things seemed the same as they always had been, that she found that her home was no longer the place she remembered. It was indeed the same Haven she knew, the same buildings, the same people, but slightly off. Bits and pieces were different, altered. The exact place, the exact home she used to know, had disappeared with the passage of time and no longer existed.

Foaly, for one, soon went back to his usual self-absorbed, busy self, obsessed with making new gadgets and improving his inventions once she was settled in. That wasn't new. What was new was that Foaly was married now. Holly wouldn't have expected this to make much of a difference in their friendship and on the surface, and it didn't appear to at first. But the closer she looked, the more she began to see otherwise.

Foaly was doing the work he loved as usual, but now he had a life at home. No more contacting Holly to pester her because he was bored and wanted someone to brag to about his inventions. He even had a slightly more mature, more responsible air about him now, taking himself and his job more seriously. The last time she had been talking to him, he had been so giddy over his new helmet system he was looking for any excuse to shoot down their human enemies. Now he seemed so much more ready to speak of 'assignments' and 'regulations.'

After his initial joy at seeing a long lost friend return home alive, Foaly didn't specifically contact Holly or seek her out again, and they barely spoke at all until Holly returned to active recon duty some time later and he became the technical expert in her ear once more. She shouldn't have been surprised really. Foaly had of course moved on, and settled into a routine of life that did not involve her.

Her other good friend Trouble Kelp's situation had also changed during her time away; he had been appointed Commander – an excellent choice in Holly's opinion and infinitely to be preferred to the likes of Ark Sool. It suited Trouble as he had always been the sort of fairy always ready for action and born to dish out tactical orders. Yet even he seemed a bit altered.

Trouble was a little more strict, the lines of his face a little sharper, as though the stress of the weight of a responsibility he hadn't known before had aged him. Like Foaly, he wasn't as relaxed as he had been before. And he seemed incredibly busy with all kinds of work that went with a higher position, so he didn't have time to spare in helping a former LEP captain that had vanished off the face of the earth get caught up either, even if he had wanted to.

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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

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She knew this feeling of displacement was only temporary. They would all get used to having her around again and she would also get back into her own routine. After all, she had always been an independent fairy and even though she had good friends like Foaly and Trouble to rely on in the field, it wasn't as though she had been joined at the hip with either.

In fact, all three of them had always preferred to handle any actual personal problems or emotional battles on their own. LEP personnel in general and recon jocks especially were known to alway prefer to keep touchy-feely subjects of conversation to a bare minimum, if possible, and this was especially true in the case of recon's first female captain.

And normally, the way her friends acted, just going on with their lives as normal and not going out of their way to give her any special treatment would have suited her just fine. They probably weren't totally unaware of what she was feeling, but they were leaving her to herself to sort it out on her own.

Maybe they were right. Perhaps she didn't want them to make a big deal out of it, or do anything different from what they were doing. She, Holly Short, was strong enough to deal with this struggle, she was strong enough to keep pushing through life without backing down.

It would have all been fine – except for the fact that she didn't always feel quite like herself anymore, not since getting back from Hybras.

But as she wandered aimlessly around her home and around Haven during her 'recuperatory leave' from the LEP while Foaly, Trouble, and Vinyáya all worked to get her put back in recon, looking at all the familiar places and buildings as well as the new, unfamiliar ones and occasionally seeing a familiar face in the mix, she would sometimes remember that feeling she'd had after flowing through the time stream, connected with so many other consciousnesses, the feeling of being suddenly severed from that connection.

For that moment, her mind had been so silent and empty, and she saw clearly for the first time how alone a person was in the world, their thoughts always trapped in a protective shell and sealed off from the thoughts of everyone else.

When she came back to Haven, she continued to feel oddly alone as Qwan and Nº1 talked excitedly about what they would do next, the magic Qwan would teach his new apprentice, how they would help integrate their demon brothers and sisters into the current fairy society. Here Holly sat, so unlike the two demon warlocks, who were just now beginning a new life here along with so many others of their kind. She was out of place, in the dark about everything, disconnected.

The world had gone on while she had been away. Her two closest friends Trouble and Foaly's reaction to her were proof of that, and she saw clearly, tangibly, just how transient her place in this world was. Like an abandoned dwelling in a jungle, the gaps she had left had been filled in so soon after she had disappeared, the place she had used to occupy swallowed so easily by dark green creepers, and those vines would have continued to choke out her place in this world until it was as though she'd never been there.

Despite all the mental strength and confidence she had built up over the years, this uprootedness made her feel vulnerable for a time, lonely even. She wanted reassurance, but did not know where she wanted it to come from or how overt she wanted that reassurance to be.

She found she wouldn't have even minded going back to being her pungent friend Mulch Diggum's partner in the detective agency he and Holly had started some time before her disappearance. However, Mulch had a new partner now. The business was thriving and doing much better than when she had been there, as apparently Mulch was having an easier time of things without her famous face to mess up their incognito operations. It was always a plus too when the general public viewed the partners in a detective agency as actual detectives rather than bounty hunters.

Apparently, this was yet another gap she had left that had been only too easy to fill. She had been on the verge of leaving the agency anyway she knew and signing on permanently with Section Eight, but when these moments of depression came, keeping a clinical, rational view on things was near impossible.

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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

Postby Rocket Axxonu » Sat Apr 09, 2011 5:21 am

And yet, she was also able to tell herself that, since she didn't have anyone to talk to, she had no alternative but to just grit her teeth and deal with it. She had the strength to keep going without falling apart, and some more besides. After all, it wasn't as though it had been easy to persevere with dedication and real force of will in her training with the LEP right after her mother died, or to keep fighting after Commander Julius Root had been murdered.

Still, she couldn't help but think that if one of those two had still been alive, they would have been the ones she would have liked to talk to the most at a time like this.

She had always admired her mother, the way she could be so strong, yet also so gentle, always ready to give Holly advice, words that could be firm and never compromised the truth, yet still encouraging. Her mother was the only person Holly ever remembered being really open with, the only one she felt free to express her doubts and fears to without receiving a patronizing or sympathetic response, or else empty, merely perfunctory encouragement.

And Julius, Holly missed him more than ever right now, too. She highly doubted he would be gentle or encouraging like her mother, but she could just imagine the gruff commander making some terse, apparently rude comment that turned out to be just the thing she needed to hear to fire her up again.

“So it took you three years to complete a mission that saved an entire fairy family. Boo hoo. Now get over it, Captain, I expect to see you here and ready for duty tomorrow morning.” Or perhaps, “If you want to mope around, then fine. You can do it on traffic patrol.”

She had always underestimated Root, she saw that clearly now. He really cared about the people under him and he worked to help them reach their potential; he had tried so hard to do what was best for the People.

But there was about as much use in wishing she could talk to dead people as in wondering how she could have prevented going to Hybras.

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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

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Through all this, Holly thought about Artemis from time to time, wondering how the Mud Boy was settling in up in the human world. He wasn't allowed to tell his parents the truth, so she had no idea how he would explain his absence and the fact he was three years younger than he was supposed to be. But seeing as how it was Artemis Fowl, she expected he would have something exceedingly brilliant and probably slightly underhanded planned, as usual.

But even so, Artemis wouldn't be able to undo the gaping hole he had no doubt left in his family while he was gone. His parents would have suffered greatly without their son, and Butler had faithfully waited for his charge's return for three years near the place Hybras landed. Minerva too had maintained contact with Butler through that entire time, as she waited for Artemis's safe return.

Holly had never realized it so much before, but Artemis really was surrounded by people who cared deeply about him, despite veiled suggestions and jokes from the likes of Mulch Diggums and Foaly about Artemis's antisocial and near friendless disposition.

She was glad, not for the first time, for the fairy communicator she had given to Artemis after they had successfully foiled Opal's plan to make the humans aware of the technologically advanced civilization beneath their feet.

In fact, Holly and Artemis had been exchanging messages fairly regularly, she telling him what was different in the fairy world, though she suspected he already knew about much of it from the confidential fairy information he gleaned from Foaly's spy programs in his own systems, and he in return told her about his two new younger brothers and commented from time to time on how different his father seemed from how Artemis remembered him growing up.

She couldn't deny it cheered her to be able to talk to someone who had not gone three years thinking she was missing or probably dead. Although, she would have to admit there was definitely something wrong with the world if the only person whose friendship with her had not been dulled by time was that of Artemis Fowl.

Holly wondered sometimes with an exasperated smile if he had started on any new schemes. Hopefully they would be legal whatever they were, but she knew there were no guarantees on that front.

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Lol, I don't think anyone is reading this... But if anyone happens to come along in a few years, you can cheer now, because we're finally moving on to the *actual* events of TTP. (:

Although the next scene still has more summarizing than I'd like, I think it gets better after this? I might come back and edit the first part somewhat someday, my feeling is it's a little too dramatic too soon (aka, melodramatic xD), and I think maybe the concepts are a little too abstract to be very moving... Oh well, I like drama. (:
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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

Postby Rocket Axxonu » Sat Apr 16, 2011 7:02 pm

Time passed however, and she felt her spirits rise considerably when her status as a LEPrecon captain was reactivated.

Her real home had never been that tiny apartment or LEP central command anyway; it had always been in the skies above the surface, where she could fly free with nothing to tie her down. She could look forward to receiving those actual recon assignments that would take her back up there, even though the first few trips would no doubt be brain-deadeningly boring and simple in order to ease her slowly back into the routine.

Finally, things could start getting back to normal. Which, inevitably, was probably the one thing Holly should not have allowed herself to think. It was akin to tempting fate, and for Holly Short, tempting fate never did have good results.

Artemis's urgent message came to her directly after her first mission back, requesting her immediate presence at the manor. Of course, she didn't hesitate a heartbeat to see what she could do to help her friend.

Everything from that point on from what she could remember was basically mayhem. When she learned of his mother's situation and more and more details began to come out, she had found herself alternately touched by Artemis's open concern for his mother when he normally showed so little emotion, and disgusted by the cruelty he had once displayed, despite how long ago it was.

Artemis's mother was so deathly ill, and the cure could only be found in the brain of an extinct lemur – a lemur Artemis had, for all intents and purposes, wiped out himself.

Seeing how terrible Artemis seemed to feel over what he had done softened her a little, but not much. After all, perhaps he only regretted it now because he was being forced to reap the consequences of those actions. He had handed over another life for his precious gold, and now he found that it was that one life that could have saved his mother's. And yet, Holly couldn't deny he talked as though it was something that had been bothering him for a long time.

Somehow, before she knew it, Artemis was proposing that Nº1 take them back in time so he could save the nearly extinct animal he himself had sold to the radical group known as the 'Extinctionists.'

A ludicrous suggestion, even for Artemis Fowl. It pained her to see Artemis so desperate as to try to convince them to allow him to follow through on such a ridiculous, infeasible scheme. They couldn't interfere that way to save a single human life, especially when it came to matters of time travel; the consequences for the entire world could be catastrophic, even if changing the past could potentially save hundreds of lives.

But then, Artemis changed her mind. Somehow, he always could.

Holly would probably never forget that feeling in the pit of her stomach, when she heard those words. As she stood by Artemis where he sat in the armchair by his mother's sickbed, next to the body of Angeline Fowl with her shrunken flesh, body shuddering in pain from the terrible fairy plague that could only be passed through the use of fairy magic, Holly was unable to keep from thinking of her own mother's slow and painful death, and how much Holly had been wishing for her mother especially in these last few weeks.

Artemis turned to look directly at her with cold, mismatched eyes that held no trace of anything but hard certainty, of truth. “You've already interfered, Holly. You healed my mother – healed her, and damned her.”

The accusation cut through Holly like a knife, all her angry memories of her mother's death flickering through her mind, and through that knowing that she could probably never be forgiven.

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Even though they still had countless misgivings, Artemis got his way, as usual. Even if it was a terribly dangerous plan destined to end in disaster, how could she stand in the way of someone she may have wronged so badly?

When Nº1 sent them back through the time stream, it seemed to them this time that the stream absorbed their current emotional states and reflected those emotions back at them. The most miserable experiences from the entire world of those intervening years they passed through seemed to home in on them, attracted by their own personal plight.

Holly's earlier memories about her mother were called to the forefront of her mind, trying to crush her. In a moment she felt she would be overpowered, and her spirit would blow away like smoke in the wind. So much death in the world, so much suffering, more than she could have ever imagined. What did it matter, if she existed or not? Her mother was dead, her commander was dead. Holly Short had already died once, the world did not need her. What would it matter...

Focus, Holly, came Artemis's voice, cutting through the vague uncertainty of the formless world around them. Remember who you are and why we are here.

She held onto herself, her will. Barely.

When they finally landed, Holly knew they couldn't have been in the time stream for more than a few minutes if that, but directly afterward she had in her mind the temporary sensation it had been an eternity.

The effort of keeping herself together had been so difficult, like trying to keep a grip on the blade of a knife; if she just relaxed and let go, she knew the pain would stop. Only force of will could save a person in that situation, so for the first few moments after materialization she felt mentally drained, and consumed with sadness over the faraway memories of her mother.

The sense of being in the real world again helped her recover somewhat, but as she made ready to get to the job they'd come here to do, her emotional stability was sent reeling once more by the discovery that her concentration in the time stream hadn't been as good as she'd hoped.

Both she and Artemis had been transformed slightly, reassembled wrong. Artemis had grown to what Holly presumed to be what he would look like had he not missed those three years of his life, and she had been changed back to the girl she had been when she had lost her mother, a mere adolescent.

“Don't be upset,” Artemis told her, completely unperturbed as usual. “It is temporary. All this is nothing more than dress-up.”

Holly didn't listen, but it wasn't long before she started feeling more irritated than depressed anyway, as the aftereffects of the time stream wore off and her usual defiant personality reasserted itself.

It was so typical, she thought crossly. As though she wasn't having enough trouble dealing with the whole missing-three-years thing and the anxiety over her own blatant violation of one of the fairy's greatest laws, namely the laws concerning time travel, without adding teenage angst and hormones to the mix as well, thank you very much.

Holly was beginning to accept that this was just the way the world worked for her. Assuming everything that could go wrong probably would was the mentality she had been developing for the past five years. Seven maybe, if she decided her streak of bad luck started with her disastrous mission at Hamburg and not with meeting Artemis Fowl.

In any case, of course her assumption turned out be totally accurate, except the problem turned out not to be with their altered appearances, but with the fact that, for the first time she had ever seen, it seemed Artemis's memory was severely flawed.

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Postby Rocket Axxonu » Tue Apr 19, 2011 3:25 pm

After Butler, who Artemis had assured her would for certain not enter the room, hit her with a tranquilizer dart despite the mesmer she had tried to put on him, the next thing she knew she was waking up in a dark, cramped space.

Still in the uneasy, shifting reality between sleep and consciousness, the claustrophobia threatened to throw her into a panic.

After her mother's death, originating from the poison the older fairy had been drenched with while trapped in a submarine, Holly had once been susceptible to mild claustrophobic attacks. But with the combination of training with the LEP and becoming more emotionally stable with age, she had managed to overcome the worst of it.

However, it seemed now that it hadn't gone away completely after all. Perhaps because she had been thinking about her mother so much today.

As she blinked rapidly, shivering slightly and curling in on herself, as though by increasing the margin between herself and the walls the space would not be so small, an image of her mother before her illness, always standing so strong, so steady in the face of everything, came to Holly's mind.

Holly slowly relaxed, allowing herself to stretch out even in the small confines. When she felt her usual reserve of mental strength return to her, she opened her eyes.

Of course, she saw nothing in the pitch black darkness. Breathing slowly and deeply, she ran her hands along the hard surfaces surrounding her, finding precisely how close together the walls that enclosed her were. Her roving hand happened upon a bubble light and she turned it on.

When the little light illuminated the small space, the first thing Holly noticed was Artemis next to her, looking even more cramped than she was with his taller-than-usual frame, legs bent in against the wall.

It didn't take much looking around, seeing the downward curve of the ceiling on Artemis's side and the curve at their feet that bulged inward that likely indicated some kind of wheel beyond the metal, for her to realize they were laid out sideways inside the trunk of a vehicle.

Holly's eyes went back to Artemis' face. For some reason, just seeing him here was enough to make her feel a little better.

It occurred to her then how distant the missed three years seemed right now. The time lapse had often been at the forefront of her mind ever since they'd gotten back from Hybras and even when she forgot about it, another reminder would always inevitably come along that would snap the knowledge back into her thoughts.

But here, back in real action on another mission with Artemis Fowl, it was hard not to feel the ghost of the excitement, the thrill, that weight of the responsibility that both made her shiver with nerves and also stimulated her.

Even in these unfamiliar surroundings, she could not deny that this felt like coming back to something familiar after having spent the last few months surrounded by strangers in a place she didn't know. Here they were, trapped by dangerous hostiles in a trunk with no obvious means of escape, and she felt for the moment more relieved and relaxed than she had in her own home in Haven City.

The light had apparently disturbed Artemis because he stirred and groaned, then opened his eyes. “Sell the Phonetics shares,” he muttered, giving orders even half-asleep.

Holly could have rolled her eyes. Of course, while she was having a nightmare about being imprisoned in an airless submarine, Artemis would be dreaming about losing money in the stock market. She wouldn't be surprised if that one made him wake up screaming sometimes.

Artemis seemed to come to his senses then because he said suddenly, “Holly. Holly?”

Still feeling the flood of warmth for her human friend, she patted his leg to reassure him and said in Gnommish, “It's okay, Artemis. I'm here. Where else could I be?”

It was at this moment that a strange thing occurred to Holly as she laid next to Artemis in the vehicle, especially considering they were basically in the middle of a crisis.

The space suddenly felt even smaller, hot and cramped, despite the fact that there were controls keeping the air a reasonable temperature, and despite the fact that it was the middle of the night and not warm outside in the least. She felt suddenly awkward and uncomfortable. She and Artemis... they were so close together and isolated, in a position that was almost... what?

Whatever it was, it couldn't be worse than being forced to hold hands in their underwear as Nº1 had forced them to do earlier in order to enter the time stream, she reasoned. What in the world was the matter with her? She was a professional, she should be beyond even batting an eyelash in situations like this. She wasn't a hormonal teenager.

Except she was a teenager again now, at least physically. Was that the reason?

A physical hormonal reaction to Artemis Fowl.

Okay, that did it, Holly thought, half-horrified, half-irritated. She seriously needed to get back to her own time and back into her adult body. Hopefully Artemis had been right about the changes being temporary. Which wasn't much consolation, considering the fact they were in this situation in the first place was because Artemis had been mistaken already. But one thing Holly knew for certain was that if Artemis ever somehow guessed her sudden embarrassment, he would never let her hear the end of it.

Holly slowly withdrew her hand.

Artemis, the actual hormonal teenager in the equation, turned onto his side to face her and immediately went into business mode, taking note of the fact Holly had awoken first despite weighing less than he did, and assessing their current strategic position while attempting to identify possible means of escape, apparently unperturbed by this strange position.

Unsurprising, seeing as how they had more important things to worry about at the moment. Still, it was at times likes this she found Artemis's detached calm and practical disposition a little on the annoying side.

However, discussing their options and answering Artemis's questions turned out be just what she needed to pull her back into her usual, more professional frame of mind, concentration shifting to their predicament.

Artemis seemed confused by what had happened, how they had been taken so off-guard – which was in and of itself disconcerting. If even Artemis didn't know what he was doing, or even able to pretend he knew what he was doing, that was a sure sign to Holly that they were in a little too deep. They had already gone outside the parameters they had set for themselves for this mission, and now they were a long way away from the take-off point. Who knew what could happen to the future if they continued to interfere?

One thing his associates learned in getting to know Artemis was that he was pragmatic and calculating by nature, always. He would find the most intelligent course of action and then follow it, even if his every emotion and instinct went against it. But those who really knew him knew that all that was true only most of the time. Because for Artemis, it was a different matter when it came to his parents.

She remembered back to the Arctic, when Artemis had agreed to help the fairies deal with the goblin rebellion in exchange for aid in rescuing his father. He had wanted to push through to save Artemis Fowl the First anyway, even when it was no longer even a rational course of action. That time, Butler had had to tell Artemis what needed to be said, that they had no choice but to give up, at least for the moment.

Now, Butler wasn't here. So it appeared that it was going to fall to her to say it this time. And it hurt all the worse, since she knew only too well the absolute pain and despair of watching one's mother die, helpless to do anything to stop it.

She told him plainly, “We are not in control of this situation anymore, Artemis. Perhaps it's time to admit defeat and return home, when your younger self brings us back to the manor.” After all, they didn't want to press their luck and wind up stuck in the past. She added as an afterthought, “Perhaps you can discover a cure in the future.” As unlikely as it seemed, especially in time to do Angeline Fowl any good, Holly knew if anyone could do it it was probably Artemis.

Her sympathy for him flickered though as the teen answered calmly, ever the patronizing analyst, “I considered that. The lemur is still our best option, and we are just a few feet away from it.” He even had the nerve to tack on a 'Give me five minutes' at the end.

There were times when Artemis's calm resolve and confidence were reassuring, inspiring even. The other ninety percent of the time, it just grated on her nerves.

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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

Postby Rocket Axxonu » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:16 pm

Holly shouldn't have been surprised, really. After all, Artemis's genius had often seemed to be a kind of magic all on its own. But Artemis's expression was so smug she had to resist the urge to reach over and hit him.

As a result of Artemis's trifling, they seemed to have gained an unlikely ally in their old friend Mulch Diggums, who was not yet their friend in this time. Despite how secure the lock on the trunk supposedly was, the kleptomaniac dwarf had no trouble freeing them from their prison, though he only seemed interested in the 'stupendous amount of gold' promised him in the note Artemis had somehow contrived to have sent back in time to him.

With the assistance of the talented, albeit unpleasant-smelling dwarf, their prospects improved considerably. Artemis quickly formed a plan to get to the lemur before his younger self, and they all split up to go into action.

Despite the stroke of luck in getting Mulch to agree to cooperate, and despite having regained her mother's old familiar omnitool from Mulch's stash of stolen equipment, almost the very moment her two friends were no longer in sight she felt a tense nervousness seize hold of her stomach.

She had been on the verge of entering situations many times more dangerous than this on countless occasions, but she had not felt so much apprehension in a long time.

Her natural self-confidence combined with almost two decades worth of experience with the LEP had always allowed her to react instantly, intuitively, and intelligently in many a disastrous situation, giving her just the edge she needed to escape, or apprehend a suspect, or make a critical move that saved lives. There were few with the mental toughness and strength of will necessary to make those snap life-or-death decisions Holly had often made, which was one of the reasons why Commander Julius Root had singled her out as one of the best officers in the force.

But emotionally, it felt at the moment as though all her experience had deserted her when her physical adult years had. She was once again that soft child who had not yet had to face the world alone, who hadn't fought and toughened up to get through a hard and hostile world without her mother.

She felt like anything and everything could go wrong, and even worse, she didn't feel equipped enough or skilled enough to handle anything unexpected. Instead, she just kept thinking how, not only might they fail to rescue the lemur, but despite all Artemis's schemes, there was always the chance that they wouldn't make it back to their own time. Artemis may never make it back to his own time.

But surely, little Artemis and Butler wouldn't actually kill him, even if he got in their way.

Holly thought of the first time she had met Artemis Fowl, the way he'd kept her trapped in his manor by force, playing mind games with her to make her a more docile prisoner. Those cold blue eyes, willing to risk so much, even his own life and those of his subordinates for the sake of victory.

Holly shivered.

Well, that was part of why she was here, she reasoned. Her role was to keep a lookout and prevent those two from hurting the Artemis from the future while he focused on getting the lemur.

An adolescent girl alone against giant, Troll-taming Butler and criminal mastermind and tactical genius Artemis Fowl. No problem. She could could handle it.

Right.

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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

Postby Rocket Axxonu » Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:43 pm

By the time Holly reached the lemur's cage and found a spot she determined as good as any to watch for their adversaries, she was more worried than ever, eager for the two of them to be past this stage of the mission and on their way back to the manor as soon as possible. She wouldn't feel perfectly easy again until they were back safely in their own time, and she in her confident, experienced adult body again.

The moment she'd acquainted herself a bit with the spot she'd chosen, where she would be hidden from view behind of one of the larger tree trunks in the lemur's habitat, she settled back into visibility and contacted Artemis through the primitive communicator in her ear they'd managed to get from Mulch's collection of stolen fairy technology.

Despite her tension, she was determined to sound as calm and professional as possible, despite the fact she knew the subtle inflections in her voice would not carry over the communicator as it only carried words, not voice patterns. You never could tell with Artemis what he would be able to discern and what he wouldn't, and she didn't want him to think her twitchy or unreliable.

“In position. Over.”

“Received,” came back Artemis's robotic voice. “We are directly below the target's cage. Can you see the opposition?”

“Negative. No visual,” she said, thinking maybe she was overdoing it on the 'professional' thing. She communicated like this all the time as a member of the LEP back in her own time, but for some reason right now she felt almost silly, like a kid playing spy. Maybe she should tone it down a bit. Strange, had she really been this self-conscious as a teenager?

“But I do see the lemur,” she added. “He seems to be asleep on a low branch. I can easily reach him.” Then they could all get out of here and her friends would finally be out of danger.

“Negative, Holly. Hold your position,” answered Artemis, still speaking in the toneless voice of the communicator. “We will secure the target. You watch for my younger self.”

“Understood,” said Holly with a mental sigh. She could not suppress the anxious, almost urgent note in her voice this time as she continued, “Don't hang around, Arty. Get up, get down, and back to the car.”

“Got it. Up, down, and back,” responded Artemis, not commenting on Holly's use of the informal nickname. If it had offended him, she was fairly sure she would have heard about it, so she assumed that must mean he found it permissible. Or maybe he was too focused on the mission at the moment and he would make a comment later.

Arty. She liked that, she decided. After all these years and all they had been through, she felt like she'd earned the right to call him that. And she liked how it made him seem a little less threatening, though he probably wouldn't be too happy about that part of it himself.

She could just imagine Artemis, ever like the walking encyclopedia, commenting, “Nicknames can serve to further the perception of comradeship or affection. Conversely, a nickname can also serve to insult or alienate the other individual, if the name was not welcome or said without adequate familiarity.”

If Artemis was annoyed by the name, then... Well, so much the better.

As Holly surveyed the scene from her hiding place, she allowed herself a glimmer of hope for the first time.

Little Artemis wouldn't be expecting anyone to come up from the ground; he couldn't know about dwarf talents. Maybe Artemis and Mulch would be able to grab the lemur and get back down before little Artemis or Butler had time to do anything. Maybe everything would go according to plan after all, for once.

And that was when Mulch erupted out of the ground into the wrong cage – a cage that just happened to belong to an enormous black gorilla.

Apparently unaware of the danger, Artemis promptly climbed right out of the hole, awkward as ever in any kind of physical exertion.

Attempts at stealth and the enemies she was supposed to look for forgotten, Holly shouted into the communicator for Artemis to get Mulch and to get back down.

Artemis didn't even have a chance to look startled at the message as the gorilla charged, and Holly ran for the cage for all she was worth.

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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

Postby Rocket Axxonu » Sat Apr 23, 2011 7:46 pm

Looking back, Holly still wasn't quite sure what had caused her to do it. But then, she couldn't deny she had always been something of a being of impulse.

All she knew was that one minute, she was looking at her gravely injured friend in the giant arms of the gorilla, seeing the animal's powerful presence and thick muscled body, watching her friend's blood trickle down his temple and seep into his jacket from the vicious break in his arm, being consumed by an overriding feeling of helplessness – the next she was kneeling next to him, sparks of magic dancing around her fingers to perform the healing as it suddenly occurred to her that she may be healing him just to damn him in the end, as she may have done to Artemis's mother.

Yet she knew the gorilla's attack had left Artemis close to dead, and that magic was his only hope of survival, even if it was tainted, disease-ridden magic. She waited as her magic took effect, tears of painful desperation on her face, waiting to see if the healing had worked. If she hadn't been too late.

And then his eyes were open, looking up at her, a rare moment of open emotion on his face, nothing but the sincerest gratitude. “Holly. You saved me again,” he said, smiling.

He was alive. And his soft expression, nothing but real appreciation there, only seemed to add to the massive relief she felt. Almost delirious with emotion she said, joking, but also in that moment completely serious, “Of course I saved you. I couldn't do without you.”

Perhaps Artemis was still in a daze from the post-healing, because he did not react when Holly leaned down and kissed him, and did not seem fully aware when she pulled away. The ribbons of mist-like sparks of magic floating all around them slowly disintegrated into the night air.

Now, no one would probably ever describe Artemis as 'graceful,' but, so long as he wasn't mountain climbing or trying to jump onto a moving train, his movements generally did have a certain sophistication, an almost elegance about them. So it was a bit out of the ordinary for him when, as soon as the magic was gone, he leaped to his feet so fast that he very nearly lost his balance and toppled over again.

“Eh, thanks,” he said once he'd steadied himself, his speech unusually stilted and awkward. “That was unexpected.”

Holly was smiling, slightly embarrassed, but the feeling overshadowed by a sort of exhilarated buzz of relief. He was alive.

“Artemis,” she said. “You're okay. Any more healings and you'll be nothing but scar tissue held together by magic thread.”

Artemis looked a bit disoriented for a moment, like a person just woken up from a strange dream. Finally he said slowly, “Very well. I see where we are...”

It took him less than ten seconds to compose himself and turn back to the task at hand, namely stopping his younger self from getting the lemur, which at the moment Holly had all but forgotten.

Ten seconds – now that was quite a lapse for Artemis.

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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

Postby Rocket Axxonu » Sun Apr 24, 2011 8:55 pm

They moved into action to stop the younger Artemis from getting his hands on the lemur, Holly using her gift of tongues to stir up the animals in the park, thereby scaring off the silky sifika. This distraction didn't last long as Butler unloaded another tranquilizer dart into her, and she barely had time to register what had happened before she was unconscious again.

Holly could not say the exact moment when she awoke. It seemed as though for a long time her awareness was teetering once again between reality and dreams. Even with her eyes closed, it felt like everything was spinning dizzily around her, and if she tried to move, her arms and legs felt as heavy as bars of lead.

Her brain too felt fogged and sluggish. She could not think clearly, a jumble of memories and images from the last twenty minutes or so flickering through her head, some repeating themselves over and over again, as though she couldn't quite get a grasp on their meaning yet and this would help her understand them better.

The continued thoughts about her mother and how Coral Short had died were there, the vague feelings of loss and regret attached to those memories woven inseparably with them. So too did she remember the feelings of loneliness and abandonment after the Hybras landing.

But mostly, her dreams revolved around a certain Mud Boy.

Her brain supplied her with a series of disjointed images, of a giant gorilla lunging at the intruder into its territory, of Artemis laying spread out on the ground, eyes almost closed as though on the verge of death. Of Artemis dangling like a broken rag doll in the giant animal's clutches, blood soaking the sleeve of his tracksuit, dripping from his closed left eye and mouth, Artemis smiling up at her with mismatched eyes full of gratitude...

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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

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It seemed like an age before she could register anything outside the vertigo and swirl of random thoughts, but even then, her surroundings still felt somehow distant and dim. Even with the voices she heard, her clouded brain did not fully grasp any meaning at first.

“...buried the captain,” a deep guttural voice was saying. “She was moaning quite loudly. Arty this and Arty that, with a few Mothers thrown in.”

Had she been in her right mind, she probably would have been rather irritated with the dwarf for sharing this bit of information.

She heard the guttural voice still speaking and felt something like a coat of a powdery substance fall on her. Her senses were unable to place what the substance was exactly without further sensory stimuli, and so images of an endless white snowfield and snowflakes drifting softly down, and laying in the sun on a sandy beach flickered dully in her still only semi-conscious mind.

She vaguely felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, shaking her softly, and the sound of someone speaking drifted down to her, as though from a long distance away. Not the dwarf voice like gravel of before, but a human voice, almost gentle, with a tone of something like concern. A familiar voice.

“Holly, can you hear me?”

The words seemed to invigorate her, and she finally had the strength to force her eyes open, despite how heavy her eyelids felt. For a moment, everything was blurred and out of focus, and she couldn't make sense of her surroundings.

Then the image seemed to clear and the dark shape she saw leaning over her resolved itself into Artemis's face. There was the same concern there she'd detected in his voice, though as with all Artemis's expressions of emotion, it would have appeared understated and mild on anyone else.

Somehow, just seeing him helped calm her somewhat, to soothe the indistinct feelings of anxiety that had been consuming her subconscious while she'd been out.

“Artemis,” she began, feeling more awake but still slightly disoriented. “I...”

For whatever reason, whether the drug finished wearing off or she just happened to come to her senses, Holly's brain suddenly snapped back into full awareness and the flood of memories her subconscious had been mulling over in the form of fragmented snapshots suddenly returned to her, this time in more perspective. She felt a massive headache coming on.

Now, Holly had never been drunk before. In fact, she had never even tasted alcohol as the stuff tended to poison fairy magic. However, she imagined now that a night of revelry and getting completely plastered, only to wake up the next morning to a terrific hangover had to feel something like this.

Not because of the drug in Butler's dart. No, more accurately, this was like waking to a hangover after a night of partying and realizing that you had done something really stupid while you were drunk - something stupid like, say, kissing someone who was until a few years ago your worst enemy.

“Oh gods,” she muttered. She anticipated her headache would not be going away any time soon.

“It's okay,” Artemis reassured her in a brisk, official tone that did not seem quite appropriate under the circumstances. This was soon explained as he continued, “I don't have the lemur...” He corrected himself. “Well, actually, I do. The other me, but don't worry, I know where I'm going.” That was Artemis, mind always on the mission.

“I mean, Oh gods, I think I kissed you,” she clarified in a grim tone, pulling at her cheeks with her fingers and pushing so hard she left momentary indents in the skin.

Artemis said nothing in reply, but he did shift slightly so that he was staring directly into her eyes.

From the first time they had met, Holly had been struck by how piercing Artemis Fowl's gaze was, and she found she could not look away. He stared with eyes half obscured by sheaves of long black hair, looking as though he could stare right through her.

He can tell, she thought, a little desperately. He can tell what I'm thinking, right at this moment.

The same could not be said of her and Artemis's thoughts. As she stared back into his eyes, for a moment almost transfixed by them, she saw a face unreadable as always. Her magic was so depleted not even her fairy empathy could help her. However, she could still feel enough to sense that he was not hostile. Perhaps even... open?

Another thought rose unbidden in her mind. Perhaps he is contemplating how he can use this to his advantage in future.

But the moment the thought came, she was immediately disgusted with herself. How could she think that about her own friend? Artemis was a changed individual, he showed it more all the time.

So she didn't look away, and found she couldn't look away, didn't want to. It was so warm and comfortable here, like this. We've come through so many things together, she thought, dazed, seeing his hazel eye and the ghost trail of dried blood running from the corner. Would it be so wrong...?

A sharp voice in the back of her mind, her calm, professional side, cut in vehemently, Wrong? Of course it's wrong, for about a million reasons. Even if he wasn't a human, think of everything he's done. To you, to the People. He always has an ulterior motive for all he does, you can never take any part of him at face value.

He's changed, Holly answered vaguely, thoughts clouded as her senses were for a moment overpowered by the memory of the taste of blood mixed with salty tears on her lips...

You're not thinking, said the voice, but now as though from a distance, as it was drowned out by the strength of the emotions churning inside her. It continued to whisper, You may look like an adolescent, but you're not. You're LEP, you're a professional.

The voice was reasonable, sensible. Cautious, focused, as one should be as an LEP captain. But she found she was having trouble concentrating on the voice. She could not bring herself to pay attention to it, in this moment.

Before it faded entirely, the voice had one last reminder, one last piece of advice, the words as soft as a breath of wind. You know you can't trust him.

But Holly was beyond listening to her own advice, even if she had believed it. It was good to be cynical at times, but surely that didn't apply to one's friends.

Holly wouldn't have minded if the moment had continued to go on. She wouldn't have minded continuing to bask in the warmth of those threads of emotion she felt with her muted fairy empathy, that connection between them.

But then Artemis suddenly blinked and looked away, breaking the moment. She felt immediately a distance building itself up between them again. Artemis was upset, troubled – or so the vague sense she got from her magical empathy told her so.

A little let down, she looked away as well. Perhaps she had done too much, crossed some line. Perhaps it bothered him that she was evidently so distracted when his mother was gravely ill.

Holly felt a block of ice drop into her stomach as another thought struck her.

Or perhaps he remembered who it was who may end up being responsible for his mother's death.

He had told her it wasn't her fault, that he didn't hate her. And maybe he really felt that way; but still, it couldn't not bother him. It would always be lurking in the back of his mind, a wrenching truth that may never go away.

Holly's head spun, she felt suddenly sick. But then, to her surprise, a hand lightly touched her elbow and she felt Artemis at her side, gently helping her to her feet.

The close proximity slightly heightened her empathy and she felt again his underlying tension and anxiety. However, she sensed vaguely mixed in with those a sort of tenderness as well. Whether it was a feeling like she was feeling right now, or that he pitied her, she couldn't say. But it wasn't complete animosity at least. Perhaps not even Artemis knew what to feel.

Renewed vigor flowed through her, along with a new determination that chased away the rest of her doubt.

She had been waffling up to now, uncertain of how wise attempting this mission was, uncertain if success was even possible. But there was no backing out now. If they didn't get the lemur, Angeline and possibly many others would die, and Holly may have been the cause. And now Artemis may die as well, thanks to her healing. But that wouldn't happen. Not if Holly had anything to say about it. She would do everything she could to give this mission every chance of success, and she could feel forming in her mind the beginnings of a plan.

“Reborn,” said Holly, as she stepped out of the grave Mulch had made for her. She doubted even Artemis could know just how appropriate that word was.

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Re: TTP - Holly's POV

Postby Rocket Axxonu » Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:22 pm

They were going to Tara.

Now that Holly was going all out on this changing-the-past business hang the consequences, she had decided that having access to fairy technology might give them the edge over little Artemis. And since she had access to all the fairy equipment at all the various fairy surface sites because of her status as an LEP officer, albeit an LEP officer from almost eight years into the future, they could get a hold of some fairly easily.

As it turned out, the technology also came in handy in satisfying Mulch enough to continue to work with them. When it came to stealing things and breaking into secure facilities, Mulch Diggums was indispensable.

Artemis immediately pointed out that they would need a means to get to Tara, and suggested that they 'secure a vehicle from the residential sector' for the trip. In laymen's terms, they needed to steal a car.

Mulch had no problem with the plan of course, but Artemis seemed a bit surprised when Holly raised no objection either. First the Tara shuttleport equipment, now this. She even volunteered to be the one to retrieve the keys from the house of the car they selected, a moderately worn Mini Cooper, leaving Artemis to merely raise an eyebrow surreptitiously at her enthusiasm.

Mulch just rolled his eyes at this last suggestion and said in a very patronizing tone, “Uh, no offense, Officer, but why don't you leave this sort of work to the professionals, eh?”

Holly's scowl didn't appear to faze him in the least as he skipped around the corner of the house to do his work and disappeared from sight.

Holly shook her head, deciding to let it go and instead moved toward the car, automatically heading for the driver's door.

“Actually,” said Artemis quietly as he came up behind her, “I think I will do the driving for this trip.”

Though it was the middle of the night and everyone in the neighborhood was probably fast asleep, Holly followed Artemis's lead and kept her voice low even as she said incredulously, “You?”

“Yes,” said Artemis, and Holly could see something like amusement glittering in his eyes in the dim light from the street lamp a few meters away. “Believe it or not, I'm more than qualified to pilot a number of different vehicles including a helicopter, a jet, and a variety of small aircraft. Trust me when I say I will have no trouble handling a simple car with an automatic shift.”

Holly was not convinced. She had some experience with Artemis's coordination and basic motor skills; to say she had been unimpressed would probably be the understatement of the century. In fact, Holly guessed that if the teen was ever tied up and forced to enter an arcade, he might have a shot at setting a record for all-time low score, as long as it wasn't some kind of puzzle or quiz game.

“I can drive, Artemis, it's no trouble,” she said in what she hoped was a non-challenging way. If he thought it was a challenge, there'd be no hope of convincing him to step aside.

Artemis chuckled slightly then. “Thank you for your vote of confidence. But no, that's not a good idea. First, we would have to find something to stack on the seat in order for you to be able to see over the dashboard. Inconvenient, and possibly time-consuming. Even then, there's no guarantee you would be able to reach the pedals anyway. Also, though it's unlikely at this time of night, we may pass a patrol car. It may be a bit conspicuous to have a figure that appears no bigger than a child sitting at the steering wheel.”

Holly didn't have a good comeback for either of these of course, so instead she asked, “Have you ever driven a car before?”

“...Irrelevant,” said Artemis, though he still looked amused. “No need to look so grim. I'm at a legal driving age, remember? Unlike you, Captain Short. What are you in human terms – fifteen at the most?”

Holly pretended to be annoyed, but was actually finding this exchange rather enjoyable. “That's still at least forty years older than you in actual years.”

“Hey, I thought we were on a tight schedule,” said Mulch, who had appeared beside them seemingly out of nowhere. “Are you two going to stand around whispering in the moonlight all night?”

Embarrassed, Holly stepped quickly away from Artemis.

“You're right,” said Artemis, his demeanor growing serious once again. “We need to go immediately. Did you leave the message?”

“Yes,” sighed Mulch, though sounding as though he'd been severely put upon to do so. “Don't see the point much though.”

“The owners will likely not even notice the car's absence until we are out of Tara and well on our way to the trade-off point, where the younger me is currently taking the lemur,” said Artemis as he carefully opened the door and slid inside, soon followed by Holly, who went in on the front passenger side, and Mulch, who took the center back seat. “However, we are only borrowing this vehicle, and I believe it is safe to assume the owners will want it back at some point.”

“Unfortunately, we won't be able to do much about the smell,” Holly put in, giving Mulch a wink.

“Very funny,” muttered the dwarf, while Artemis concentrated on backing the car out of the driveway.

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As it turned out, Artemis wasn't so bad a driver as Holly had feared. Which, admittedly, wasn't saying too much, but Artemis seemed to possess enough skill to keep the car on the road going in a mostly straight line through a deserted countryside at least.

The next few hours of driving gave Holly some time to think – more time that she would have liked if she was being perfectly honest. From time to time, she glanced at Artemis sitting in the driver's seat. His hair seemed to be bothering him as every once in a while he reached up to brush it out of his line of vision, only to have the black tangled mess promptly fall right back into place.

Though his eyes carefully scanned the dark road ahead, his mind seemed to be elsewhere, withdrawn and distant. If she really concentrated she could sense a vague melancholy radiating from him.

They probably would have gone along in total silence if not for Mulch's incessant chatter, a near-continuous stream of complaints about there not being any food in the vehicle and exultation over the booty that awaited him at the Tara shuttleport. Holly knew the dwarf probably only talked because he liked the sound of his own voice, so he was easy to tune out and her mind soon turned back to other things.

I kissed Artemis, she remembered, though the thought felt as though it had never left her mind. How was she supposed to feel about that?

Disgusted? suggested her ever-reliable professional side. Nauseous?

Holly found she did feel disgusted with herself, but not because of it. How could she keep dwelling on these things when they were in the middle of a mission? How could she be so distracted?

Holly was certain Artemis had detected the truth of what she was feeling back at Rathdown Park, when she had first awoken from the tranquilizer and had been for a moment so unguarded.

It was just as Juliet had said all those years ago, back when Artemis was still Holly's enemy – “Oh, he'd find out. Artemis finds out about everything. Sometimes I think he can see inside my head, too.” Artemis's eyes seemed able to penetrate her skull, able to see straight into the inner workings of Holly's mind and read what her thoughts were. That keen perceptiveness was one of the talents she had always had had to admire, however grudgingly.

What must he be thinking about her now? This lapse of focus, this childishness could have negative repercussions in terms of their mission if she fell apart again as she nearly had in the gorilla cage. After seeing her act like this and knowing what she was thinking, would he ever be able to respect her again?

That last thought brought her up short, and she realized that that was the result that would be the worst possible outcome of this entire episode. She felt she had Artemis's respect, and had had it for a long time. But she could see that she had taken it for granted, and she couldn't bare to lose that respect now. Nothing would be as bad as that – not pity, not disgust, not humiliation, and not rejection.

She blinked and shook her head. Rejection? She didn't like the implication of that one, like she was even actually considering pursuing... She stopped herself, not even allowing herself to complete the idea.

She returned to her previous train of thought, and was gripped with a need to explain herself. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't even properly apologized when they had been back at the park. But all she needed to do was let him know just how much the time stream had altered her. The way she was acting, feeling, it was all because of this adolescent body, which was only a temporary state. She had to tell him.

Naturally Holly didn't feel particularly comfortable approaching such a sensitive topic with Mulch sitting right behind them listening in on everything they said, so she stayed silent and decided to wait for an opportunity when she could speak with Artemis privately.

Instead, she tried to organize her thoughts. However, the more she worked to plan out ahead of time what to say, the more everything seemed to get confused and jumbled around in her head. Holly had always been better at improvising than making plans ahead of time.

She eventually gave up and instead turned her eyes to really look at Artemis for the first time in the last half hour. She had been avoiding doing this up until now, preferring to gaze out the side window with her chin resting on her palm as the darkness rushed by them outside, while she shot sideways glances at him out of the corner of her eye.

This was mainly because turning and just silently watching him was precisely the thing she had the temptation to do, and that was definitely not happening. But even in her hormonal adolescent state, she knew the urge wasn't because her human friend was anything particularly exciting to look at, dressed in the now seriously grunged-up tracksuit matted with dirt and blood, long tangled dark hair falling every which way over his face, and stubble growing out of his chin like sandpaper. Rather, it reassured her somehow, sitting next to the one who had become perhaps her closest partner, this partner she relied on more than anyone. She felt warm again, comfortable, just as she had earlier. Artemis... Arty.

She was about to look away, definitely not wanting Mulch to notice her distraction, but then Artemis glanced her way and smiled slightly. “We should be approaching our destination now,” he said.

“Good thing,” said Holly. “Looks like the sun is going to be coming up soon.” She glanced out the window at the barest hint of the red line just visible along the horizon.

Seeing the miles of empty fields almost devoid of buildings or the activity of the city gave her a good feeling. It usually did, the way it made her feel purified somehow, closer to nature. Yet there were also those times, occasionally, when she was out flying above the empty land for one of her recon missions she found that it could also make her feel a bit lonely.

She glanced back at Artemis, smiling. Not now, though.

“The sun is coming up,” Mulch cut in worriedly. “Uh, how much further is it? We dwarfs don't like sunlight. I may have some sunblock with me, but the supply's limited you know.”

“We're very close now, so there's no need to worry,” Artemis reassured him. “You'll be underground again in no time.”

“Okay, human,” said Mulch. “Let's just hope you're more right about this than you were about your 'great plan' to get the monkey.”

“It's a lemur,” sighed Artemis.

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