And here it is! I know, I know, I said the end of August. But then there was a boy and then there was school and then there was work, blah blah blah, you guys know how it goes.

Obviously, this is a continuation of Artemis Fowl: The Desiderata and Artemis Fowl: Nearing Perfection (jeeze, those are long titles). However, there was a shorter story called Artemis Fowl: Reprieve which took place between Nearing Perfection and ended a few hours before this story begins. It's not essential to have read it but everything will make more sense.

And, that said, without further ado, I present to you the third and final installation of what has turned out to be a re-write of half the AF series, apparently.

Sorry, I lied, two more bits of ado:

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Artemis Fowl. If I did, I wouldn't be re-writing it.

Acknowledgements: And, of course, many thanks to the indefatigable ilex-ferox for beta-ing one last adventure.

Artemis Fowl: The Sun Rising

"Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time." John Donne

June, 2011, Frond Residence, Haven City

"Look, Dvalina, I don't want to talk about this anymore." Lili Frond tucked a stray hair behind her ear as she turned away from the screen of her communication console.

"Lili, please, I'm really sorry, I told the judge, didn't I? I was just trying to help." On the screen, the dwarf's face was more remorseful than that of a repenting sinner in a church fresco.

"Help?" Lili flung down the skirt she was folding into her suitcase. "Help? Planting that evidence nearly had Holly arrested! Of all the people to choose – Holly – Dana's tits – help – you call that helping?"

Dvalina huffed, guilt momentarily forgotten. "Gods, Lili. You were always bloody hung up on her. She is so not interested. When are you going to get over it already? Besides," her voice turned wheedling again, "I thought it might have got you that promotion."

"Yeah, well, you thought wrong." Lili gave the dwarf a look that would have had a magma flare beating a hasty retreat. "And, to be honest, it really does not make me feel better that this is some bizarre throw-back to an old jealousy. Get over it yourself. I've been there, done that, and got the Frondamned t-shirt."

"I only wanted to help," Dvalina mumbled again, head down.

Lili sighed, retrieving her skirt from where it had landed on the floor. "I know," she said at last. "I know. But, just – can we just leave it there?" Lili folded the skirt away into her bag. "Dvalina, I need go. I've got a lot to do before my shuttle leaves. I'll call you, okay?"

"Okay," Dvalina echoed, clearly doubtful.

Lili ended the call without another word. Running a hand through her hair, she glared down at her luggage as though half expecting it to start up where Dvalina had left off. When it remained inanimate she sighed again and shook her head. There were three hours to go before her shuttle left and they couldn't pass quickly enough. Three hours and, finally, this would all be nothing but bad memories.