(A/N: So… I have about a zillion fanfictions, and this is another one that I felt needed to get out there. Let me know what you think! This was designed to be a one-shot, but I can add more chapters if you guys want.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Artemis Fowl)

There was no more time for questions. The green mist was sucked backward into the Berserker Gate as though drawn by a vacuum. For a moment Artemis was left standing, unharmed, and Butler dropped Holly to rush to his charge's side. Then Artemis's fairy eye glowed green, and by the time Butler caught the falling boy in his arms, Artemis Fowl's body

was already dead.

Artemis Fowl felt the magic searching his body, finding Holly's eye. he saw it glow green, then everything went black. he felt a sense of nothingness creep up his legs. No, he thought. I will not let death claim me this easily. he searched with his mind and found the residual magic from Bruin Fadda's original spell and latched his consciousness onto it like his life depended on it, which it did. Upon anchoring himself to the living world, Artemis found that he could see. He blinked in the bright light and found that he seemed to have a body, if not an ethereal one. Artemis saw Butler and Holly some distance away, leaning over a body, and on closer inspection, he saw that it was his.

Was.

Butler was attempting to perform CPR on the lifeless form, trying everything he knew to force life back into it. Holly sat next to him, unmoving and expressionless. She's in shock, Artemis realized.

"It's no use," He said. "I'm dead."

Of course, neither Butler nor Holly heard him. Eventually, Butler stood, and without knowing it, repeated almost exactly what Artemis had said.

"It's no use," he said. "He's dead. Gone."

Holly broke down into tears, burying her face into the bodyguard's leg. Butler effortlessly picked her up as he would a child, and Holly sobbed into his shoulder for several minutes, Butler fighting a losing fight to hold back his own tears. It made Artemis sad to see the only true friends he'd had in life so distraught, and he desperately wished for a way to comfort them, to let them know that he was still there. Eventually, Holly got down from Butler's shoulder and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

"I have to get back to Haven," she said. "To help clean up Opal's mess." she glanced at the dead pixie, still staring, hating her even in death.

Butler simply nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. As Holly and Butler went their ways, Holly in the direction of the front gate, Butler to the Manor, undoubtedly to his dojo to meditate, Artemis was torn on who to follow. He eventually decided on following Butler. As he ran, he found that if he concentrated hard enough, he could flatten the grass with his feet and pluck leaves from their branch. Artemis smirked, a plan forming in his ethereal mind.

Butler quickly entered his dojo, closing and locking the door behind him. Artemis simply walked through it and saw that Butler was already lighting incense candles. He licked his thumb and forefinger, and concentrating hard, clamped them over the candle that Butler had just lit. He looked surprised, then curious, then lit it again. By then, Artemis had his fingers over two more candles and extinguished them simultaneously. This time, Butler actually scrambled backwards.

"Who's there?" he asked. "Show yourself."

"I can't, old friend," Artemis responded, even though he knew Butler couldn't hear him. He noticed a pen and notepad on a short table. Artemis concentrated harder than he had so far, picked up the pen, and wrote 2 words.

It's Artemis.

Butler took one look at the paper and fainted.

-1 week later-

Holly closed her front door and sat down on her futon, clutching her forehead. She'd just had it under an electron microscope, again, and those things gave her killer migraines. She looked at the picture of Artemis on her bedside table, and for the first time, realization hit her like a bull troll on steroids.

Artemis is dead. Gone.

Holly put her head in her hands and wept, tears streaming between her fingers. Behind her, seemingly on its own, a pen wrote furiously on a piece of paper. Then, a shadow flickered on the wall. In the shape of Artemis Fowl.

After the little episode with Butler, Artemis laid low for about a week, then found out that he could "teleport" himself different places by, you guessed it, concentrating. Something Artemis happened to be excellent at. He focused on Holly, and he teleported to where she was, which seemed to be her apartment. Artemis watched as she picked up a picture of him, then her face went stark white and she put her head in her hands, shoulders shaking from the force of the racking sobs that overtook her. The pitiful sounds issuing from the poor Elf were too much for Artemis to bear, causing him to feel tears trickling down his ethereal cheeks, from empathy he didn't know he had. He grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a short, hopefully comforting note for Holly to find later.

Dear Holly,

Do not give up hope. My body may be dead, but my soul is still anchored to the living world. In time, with the completion of the clone, I will be back.

-Artemis

Artemis suddenly noticed that the room was completely silent, other than the slight scratching of the pen on paper. He looked up to see a very wide-eyed Holly, her mismatched eyes still glistening with tears staring straight into his own, though how she knew where they were, Artemis had no idea. She stood, as though in a trance, her eyes still locked onto his. Out of instinct, he took a step back, thinking he would simply pass through the wall. As it happened, that wasn't to be the case at all. Several things happened in the next few seconds:

Artemis whacked his head on a shelf, falling on the floor and passing out.

Holly screamed like a baby pixette and actually dove to the other side of the duvet, peeking over the top like a cartoon character.

Before he passed out, he realized three things:

He could come into contact with things without trying

Holly could apparently see him

He could feel pain. In his ethereal form, he could not feel anything.

Artemis deduced from these evaluations, in less time than it took for him to fall on the floor, that somehow, he was alive.

(A/N: Well. What do y'all think? More chapters? Please review!)