Kiss Me, I'm Irish {An Artemis Fowl Fan Fiction}

Chapter 19: Words Left Unsaid

Hey everyone! Sorry this chapter took so long for me to write. It was rather nerve-wracking to write, actually. I had envisioned this chapter a LONG time ago (I'm talking like right after I wrote the third chapter), and I wanted everything to be perfect. Of course it didn't help that it was a pretty emotional chapter anyways! Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy this rather long installment (and it's 3 POV changes)! Let's see how many of you figure it out.=P

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            Artemis set down the false C Cube, rubbing his temples in the process. He had been working on it for the past twelve hours straight, not even breaking to eat. The Irish boy was exhausted, but he couldn't make himself stop now, especially when he was so close to completing it. Artemis pushed a strand of hair from his eyes, sighing in the process. Although he was drained both mentally and physically, Artemis was determined to do whatever it took to get his friend back home safely.

            He hadn't been disturbed and was honestly shocked he had gotten this much work done. With Holly gathering a team, he had no one to interfere with his work. Not that he still wasn't hindered in his attempts to build a new C Cube with his own thoughts anyhow. Artemis couldn't think straight, he couldn't focus on the task at hand. Artemis wanted to get this done, but his mind was racing with all the outcomes of this event. Admittedly, he was rather worried about Diana. Spiro was not a nice man by any definition, and Artemis was indeed afraid that he would hurt Diana if given the opportunity.

            But it was perhaps that fact that was most perplexing to him. It wasn't often Artemis found himself worried about the well-being of someone else, especially when he hadn't known them for very long. For some reason, Artemis was finding himself more determined than ever to save Diana. Something was different now, and Artemis was beginning to wonder why. He had rescued people before, but even then, he wasn't as driven as he was now.

            Before Artemis could get lost any more in his thoughts, he heard a knock on his door. Artemis glanced up to see Butler step into the room, shutting the door behind him. He immediately looked away from his manservant, a guilty expression plastered on his face. Butler stopped next to the desk; Artemis could feel his disheartening stare on him. Artemis didn't look up at him as Butler began to speak, instead placing his eyes back on the false C Cube.

            "The team is ready to go," he spoke gravely.

            Artemis continued to stare at the blue cube in front of him. "And they are?"

            "Holly, myself, Juliet, Mulch, and yourself," Butler explained. "Holly just left to go fetch Mulch. She should be back in a few hours. Juliet just arrived from Mexico as well."

            "Did she get me that phone number I requested?" Artemis inquired, his voice calm and collected even though his mind was not. Butler placed a slip of paper on Artemis' desk, pushing it towards him. Artemis picked up the slip, observing the numbers written on it carefully. He had had Foaly trace the restricted phone call he had received, giving him the number Spiro had called on. Artemis was definitely grateful to have the People's technology to his advantage. "Thank you. Now... could you excuse me? I have a few phone calls to make."

            Butler hardly nodded, and escorted himself out of the room. Artemis waited until he heard the door latch shut before he pulled out his mobile phone. Without hesitation, Artemis dialed the number scribbled onto the paper. He placed the phone to his ear, awaiting a response. After the third ring, a man finally answered.

            "Well hello Artemis," he greeted. "I was beginning to wonder if we were ever going to hear from you."

            "I'm not here to play games with you Spiro," Artemis hissed into the phone. "You want the C Cube? Fine. You can take it. I have technology that far surpasses it. But I will not give it to you if you've harmed Diana in any way, shape, or form."