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

Chapter 1: American Girls

Here's chapter one! You know I can never just put up a prologue. =P

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Artemis awoke in the morning with a killer headache. He attributed this to a side effect of his medication to treat his Atlantis Complex: a multiple personality causing disorder that he suffered from a few years back. It was in remission, and had been since he had been placed in care at the fairy hospital in Haven. But it was better safe than sorry. That was definitely something he didn't want to relive. It was not pleasant by any means. Admittedly, it was the second or third worst experience of his life, following close behind his sort of death not too long back.

He groggily climbed out of bed, holding his head in his right hand. He could just tell today was going to be a long day. He decided to get dressed real quick into a suit just like he normally would at home; typical black pants and jacket, paired with a white button-down shirt and a blood red tie. Artemis quickly combed through his lengthy raven hair and glanced in the mirror before he headed downstairs. He found his parents conversing with his aunt and uncle at the breakfast table. It wasn't too long before his father noticed his presence.

"Well good morning son," he greeted heartily. "You're up early."

"The sun was shining directly in my eyes, father, and it gave me a migraine," Artemis simply mused. "So naturally I assumed I should get up."

Artemis Senior barely nodded to his son's remark. "What do you have planned for today? Going sight-seeing?"

"I thought about it," Artemis admitted. "Perhaps to the museum. At least it will be something that will keep me entertained."

"You should go," his mother, Angeline, assured. "It really is quite interesting."

Artemis pondered the idea. It would give him the opportunity to explore his new surroundings. "Could I drive the Bentley? I wish to venture out alone."

His parents exchanged glances for a moment. "Alright son, just be careful with it," Artemis Senior decided. "Keep us updated as well."

"Will do," Artemis muttered. "The keys?" After Artemis Senior tossed his son the keys to the Fowl's rented Bentley that matched the one they had at home, Artemis made his way outside to the car. Within moments, he was on his way to the museum.

He was unsure of what to expect. Flint was no longer the thriving boom-town it once was. Why they had a museum, theater, and planetarium was beyond him. To add to it, most of the city was in shatters; buildings were falling apart and catching fire faster than anyone could keep count. It was honestly surprising to him there was anything left. The only thing that kept Flint somewhat thriving was its continually increasing amount of college students. Between the four colleges- University of Michigan, Kettering University, Mott Community College, and Baker College- the city had an abundance of students, all trying to better themselves with higher education.

Artemis shook his head as he passed Mott. Who would want to stay in this town for school? he thought to himself. It's positively repulsive.

He studied his surroundings with curiosity. What to see first? Artemis figured he would check out the Sloan Museum first, making his way through the art gallery and planetarium afterwards. He figured he had nothing better to that day. The young adult parked his car in the nearby parking lot and made his way into the museum. Artemis had no trouble paying the admittance fee, and soon found himself looking through the exhibits. The museum seemed to be focusing on dinosaurs at that time; all sorts of fossils adorned the walls and floors of the museum, each with its own unique labeling. Now Artemis was not one who usually found interest in dinosaurs, but he found it to be rather odd that such a small museum was able to get their hands on this exhibit.