Alright, so this is my fluff-filled, teenage romance, knock-back-with-a-cup-o'-hot chocolate Christmas special! I am really excited about this, because I have wanted to do a special in a long time. "The Truth" on my pseudonym page was for Thanksgiving, but it could have been just a one-shot anytime.

Anyway, MERRY CHRISTMAS! (To all those who celebrate) I am in American time, and starting right now at noon 12/24/14, I am going to be posting a new chapter every 3 HOURS! It will end at Midnight tomorrow!

WARNING!: This is teen, and I just want to remind you all of my fluff. It does get very explicit, but I will not be taking it to an M rating. On tv show stuff, it would be rated TV-14. I have one smut scene in mind, but I will not go farther than my regular T rated stuff.

DISCLAIMER!: I do not own Artemis Fowl (Sadly). Anyway, I never put disclaimers in my stories...I don't know why. Maybe its because this is Fanfiction and there is already a disclaimer in the copyrights? Eh, who knows…

Anyways, TO THE STORY!

The cold, frozen particles of white snow drifted down from the heavy clouds above. They filled the Earth below, covering every surface that could be found.

Most ordinary people would call the change magical. The flecks swirling in the air and gliding to the ground a whimsical, happy moment that filled them with an ironic warmth.

However, a few others found no joy in the crystallized precipitation. It reminded them of canceled flights, of postponed business meetings. With everything that could and henceforth would go wrong.

Artemis Fowl the Second fell into the latter category, unfortunately. He was a scrooge when it came to the holidays, the business man never getting anything done. Whether it was his brothers dragging him into snowball fights or his mother forcing him into one store after another for Christmas shopping, he could never get more than 5 minutes of work completed.

At this moment, the genius was watching snow drift from the impregnated clouds, scowling at the tiny speckles littering the backyard of Fowl Manor. This was the first time this month that he had any alone time and he was thinking of what to get done first. There weren't many things. Actually, none that Artemis could think of. Even the ruthless criminals he dealt with couldn't stand the icy weather. That or it was the holidays and they were dragged into "family time" as well.

Either way, Artemis was bored beyond his belief.

That was not a good thing.

You see, when ordinary people have nothing to do, they create things to do or sit around the house moaning and groaning about being bored.

But-as we all know- Artemis Fowl was no ordinary person. Anytime the man was as bored as this-which was very rarely-he would spend the extra time hatching his newest ingenious scheme.

He barely had enough time to shine his signature vampire smirk before the door to his room opened.

Artemis turned around to find his mother peeking in his room, still holding the door. She had a small smile on her face, but not as big as her usual one was.

Artemis' stomach churned at that detail. Uh-oh.

"Are you busy, Arty?" Her voice drifted in from the other side of the room. Artemis' finely tuned ears could tell that there was more nervousness in her tone than the regular bravado and elegance.

"No, mother. Please come in." Inside, the man groaned. Yet another distraction that would take up his time. Angeline hesitantly walked into the room, perching herself on the edge of his bed. She sat towards his direction, so they were both looking at each other. "Is something wrong?"

The woman's smile grew a tad bit, "No, not at-" she stopped herself, obviously rethinking what she was about to say. "Yes...you could say that there was."

Artemis raised his brow at this, not expecting that answer. The genius just thought that this visit was to talk him into Christmas shopping with the family again. "And what would be the problem? Is it serious?"

She nodded slightly, "To me, it is.."

Artemis, now worried, stood up. "Has it to do with father? Are the boys alright?" He looked at the door, looking as though he was to bolt out of the room at any given moment.

Angeline sighed exasperatedly, shaking her head. "It's concerning you, Artemis, so calm down. Although, I wish you wouldn't take this topic lightly." He nodded slightly, lowering himself back down into the window seat.

"Now, I realize that you are not the most...social person on the face of the planet-"

"Mother, if this is about me and the five year old conversation about friends..." he trailed off, not knowing what to say. It had been years since her last contact with fairies and after coming back from the dead, the mastermind thought it would be best to mind wipe his whole family of his passing. Including the fairy race.

"It's not that...specifically." she bit her lip hesitantly, as though trying to form her thoughts into words. "The issue is that you are going to be turning 24 next fall and i'm worried about you."

Internally, Artemis groaned. Not again... he thought, sucking in a deep breath to keep his steady composure in front of his mother.

He had already had this conversation with his parents before. They were about as comfortable as he was-which was close to none. The conversation a few months back around his birthday started with them asking if his preference was girls...or boys. Artemis could help a tiny wince at the thought. It wasn't as though he had anything against the homosexual tendencies of others; he just never thought he himself would seem it to it others...especially his parents.

Angeline cleared her throat, turning Artemis' mind back to the conversation at hand. "Don't you want something other than your business life, Artemis? Something that can take your mind off of all that?" She pointed to his computer, where he spent most of the day. She sighed again after catching the undetermined look on his face. "I just thought I would have a grandchild by now...but it looks as though I will have to wait for Beckett and Myles to grow up instead."

"Im only 23." The genius reminded her, putting his head in his hands for a moment.

"And I was 19 when I met your father, 22 when I had you!" The expression and tone in her voice softened. "I just want you to be happy, Arty."

"I am happy." He simply replied, although thinking: well, not now I am..."I love my work, just as much as I love my family and a lot more than any woman would love me."

Angeline tsked, "Don't be like that!" She scolded, shaking her finger at him as though he were a little kid and not 23 years old. "You are always so negative. If only you would just try!"

"I do try, mother. I am just not the kind of person that someone looks for."

"What kind of person? Rich, famous, handsome? Yes, those seem such of a turn off." She scoffed.

Finally, Artemis couldn't take it anymore. The words Criminal, kidnapper, and evil crossed his mind path and suddenly he couldn't stand the thought of his family-his mother-being disappointed in him. He didn't know what came over him, but the man stood up, exhaling deeply as he clapped his hands together. "Fine, mother." He started without thinking, "I was going to keep this a surprise for you, but it seems as though I shouldn't."

Angeline looked up at her son with a curious gleam in her eyes. "What is it, Arty?" She asked, her tone rising up a notch with an almost excitement. It was as though she already knew what he was going to say.

"I have a certain someone who is coming over tomorrow. Someone who I've known for a long time. She is going to be staying over for Christmas."

Angeline's eyes went positively aglow, her smile returning to its regular show-all-her-teeth smile. Honestly, it was like the woman was getting her picture taken every single minute of every single day. The woman stood up to leave, nodding encouragingly. "I can't wait to meet her, Arty."

"I'm sure she can't wait to meet you too." A fake smile plastered across his face as he knew he was getting himself in the deepest pile of shit he had ever been in. More than Spiro and the C-Cube. More than Opal and her troll prison.

Artemis was cursing himself inside his head, going back over to his computer and squeezing the back of his office chair.

However before Angeline left the room, she turned around. She was clutching the door with one foot in the hallway when she asked, "And, so i don't make a fool of myself, what would be this young lady's name?"

Artemis looked up, obviously thinking she was gone by now. "Holly." He said without a second thought, giving another fake smile to his mother as she nodded and left the room.