The Dreaming Chapter 2: Butler

Fandom: Artemis Fowl
Genre: Vignette/General
Rating: PG
Word Count: 256
Summary: Oneshots exploring the dreams and nightmares of the Artemis Fowl characters.
A/N: Many thanks to WillItWork for ideas and beta-ing. I don’t know what I’d do without him. Maybe whine a lot more? D

My dreams are filled with death.

That sounds more macabre than it actually is. I’ve died a time or two the past few years. Died and lived to die another day.

They don’t know that I remember what it’s like to be dead. How do you tell your closest friends that it’s entirely possible they’ve been pulling you out of heaven?

Each night, as I return to the afterlife, there is sense of…peace and tranquility. Calmness and serenity. Not adjectives normally used to describe the feelings of a bodyguard. Especially not the bodyguard of one Artemis Fowl II, who manages to get himself and all his acquaintances into the worst situations I’ve ever been a part of.

Remembering my charge, I turn my head to speak to him, expecting him to be there beside me—this is heaven, after all—but he isn’t there. Of course he isn’t. I’m dead, and he’s still living.

Or I failed at my duties, and he’s in a far less pleasant place than this.

I’m starting to panic as I look all around me, but there’s no sign of him. No sign of anyone. No Fowls. No Juliette. No Minerva. Not even a fairy.

Nothing.

The realization that I’m alone and without a purpose is like a chill, and it fills me with a sense of deep loss and despair. The calmness and tranquility dissipate, and I am left empty and broken.

When I awaken, I wonder if they pulled me out of hell after all.