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Chapter 2: Everyone Asks What The Hell Jim Is, And Berry Has No Room To Talk About Food Intake.

Central city became a blur of lights, car horns blared as they streaked past. Weaving in between cars and people at impossible speeds. Only a few minutes later they arrived in a brightly lit room, a long curved desk center of the room, the walls were lined with monitors and a section of the round room was cordoned off with glass walls. Inside that room lay a small medical bed and was filled with medical tools and scanners.

"Wow, ugh. That was… crazy." Claire gasped, sliding away from the Flash and removing her backpack.

"Dude! That was like the longest you've ever taken to take care of a robbery. Are you off your game or…" A man sitting at the desk, slipping a red Slurpee, turned in his chair to see Jim and Claire. Flailing and stumbling out of the rolling chair sending it back a few feet screaming "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

Claire helped the flash put Jim on the floor, he now had blood dripping down his face. Looking up at the man with an exasperated look on her face she answered. "That is Jim, and you are rude." Jim stirred from the floor.

A woman walked looking at her clipboard. She wore a white lab coat and her red hair laid neatly on her shoulders. "Cisco, is that Berry?" Looking up from her clipboard she saw the creature on the floor and screamed bloody murder.

Jim's eyes shot open. He jumped up from the floor, standing tall, taking in his surroundings, the woman screamed again and Cisco swore pushing the office chair in front of him for a shield.

Jim immediately went down to a defensive position, crouched low and his shoulders hunched. He grabbed with his tail, Claire carefully pulling her behind him, backing them against a wall, growling and snarling. His long thin stone tail moving back and forth with a small tuft of fur at the tip that twitched nervously. His ears folded back, and the hair on his neck stood on end, his nostrils flared, teeth bared and his eyes dilate become more cat-like forming thin slits.

"Jim," Claire said quietly. "Jim, baby. Can you hear me? Jim, we're safe. They aren't going to hurt you…"

"Hurt him?! What about him hurting us?!" Cisco yelled. The woman, Claire, and Flash shot him a glare. He backed down.

"Jim, they helped us get out of the jewelry store. Remember? Jim, you're kinda hurt, you need to calm down."

Claire was able to get a hand on his shoulder, once her hand there his breathing slowed and he relaxed. Turning back to look at her, she saw his eyes change from thin slits to large round pupils. He fell into a relaxed crouch, his tale gently warped around one of Claire's ankles.

Jim looked at the scared group behind him, they all stood tense, unsure what to do. He glanced at Claire who subtly motioned for him to stand. He did but not to his full height. He stood on the balls of his feet and kept his knees bent and his shoulders where slumped. Keeping his head low.

"Sorry, for um scaring you." The second he said it they all jumped, even the Flash. His voice now more deep and a bit raspier than before. Claire elbowed him gently, nodding for him to continue. "And for growling at you."

"What are you?" Cisco asks, sipping his drink.

"I'm Jim."

"And you're still rude," Claire added.

The woman snorted, struggling not to laugh. Cisco relaxed a bit, glaring at her from the corner of his eye.

The Flash stepped up, "This is Jim and Claire," he gestured to them. "Jim, Claire, this is Cisco and Dr. Caitlin Snow. Nice to meet you, both of you."

Jim stood up straight squaring his shoulders, revealing his full height. They all gasped. He pulled Claire under his arm and wrapped his tail around her back twisting it around her arm resting at her side, covered in small cuts from the glass. He nodded at the Flash.

"Thank you for getting us out of there, Flash," Claire said.

"Oh my gosh!" Caitlin yelled, marching up to Jim. "Are those… bullet holes?" she kept her distance when Jim jumped as she came close.

"I'm fine, I'll just be bruised," he said.

"Yeah, I still want to know how you're not dead." said Flash

"What kind of a meta are you?" Cisco asked.

Jim tilted his head slightly, "What the hell is a meta?"

"Well, I'm a meta. Or metahuman." Flash said, a bit confused. "It's how I can run so fast." He said appearing at the other end of the room. "And, you're a meta. Aren't you?"

"No…" He glanced down at Claire. She nodded.

"Then what the hell are you?" Cisco asked again, blatantly.

"Oh I get it, you're not rude. You just have no filter." Jim said a toothy grin spread on his face, eyebrows raised, head tilted. Cisco glared at the sarcastic comment, sipping his red Slurpee. "I'm a troll. Well, half troll." The look on their faces went blank.

"What?" Caitlin asked.

"Ugh…" Jim rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I am, half, a creature made from living stone. You know? Like the trolls that live under bridges in stories? Or the ones in The Hobbit, they turn to stone in sunlight?"

"Oh… that makes sense… sorta." Cisco says.

"You don't look anything like trolls in mythology," Flash adds.

"Well, trolls in mythology are not accurate to real trolls. And, like I said, I'm only half."

"So… one of your parents…?" Caitlin asked cautiously.

"HELL NO!" Claire exclaimed, cutting her off. Wildly shaking her head.

"What she said," Jim added.

"Then how…" Cisco started.

"Magic." Jim and Claire said simultaneously.

"No, magic isn't real. It's just science we don't understand yet." Flash states firmly shaking his head.

"I can assure you, magic is very real," Claire says. "Just as real as any troll, or half troll."

"Are you going to have me pick a card from a deck?" Cisco asks sarcastically.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now." Jim breaths.

Claire turned her head, her iris' flashed purple. Cisco's drink flew into her hand, she took a sip of the drink, staring at Cisco. "Pick a card." She said.

"Lessons with Merlin are paying off," Jim said. "The look on your face is priceless Cisco."

"That's mine!" He shouted at Claire. She just ignored his sipping the drink, then tossing it to the trash.

"So, if magic is real. How did you become…" Caitlin says cautiously.

"A monster?" Jim asks glancing at his bare feet. They were large and only had four toes, his nail beds were black. He released Claire from the gentle grasp of his tail and moved it in front of him, then let it sway back and forth naturally.

"No… I didn't mean." She starts.

"No, It's fine. It was my choice, but if you want to know. It's kinda a really long story. I used to be human though."

"Long story is an understatement, babe." Claire snorts. Jim moves his tail back around her arm squeezing it with love and she winced in pain. He looked down at her and realized how many cuts she had. He released her hand from the grasp of his tail, then moved to scan her arms.

"Claire, you're hurt! All these cuts and you didn't say anything?" Jim says, his eyes slowly moving to their former cat-like state.

"I'm fine, it just stings a bit. Besides, you have blood running down your face. You're the one I'm worried about." Claire said.

Jim sat down on the floor cross-legged, gently pulling Claire to the floor next to him, wrapping his tail around her waist.

"I'm so sorry, I should have gotten something sooner." Caitlin ran and grabbed some rags for the blood and some bandages. She pressed them toward Claire.

Jim, pulled Claire closer to him, "Thanks, but we'll just use the bandages." He told Caitlin.

"Jim, you can't reach your head." Claire tried while pressing a rag on his head, she wiped away the blood from his head revealing just a small scar where the bullet hit, still bruised. "You're all healed."

"Whoa, Flash speed healing," Cisco said.

"I told you I'm fine. You on the other hand." Jim said.

"Please not here, Jim, don't…" Claire tried to stop him, but he pulled her across his lap, took one of her arms and began licking the blood away, leaving small cuts here and there. "Ugh…" she put her other hand on her face to hide her embarrassment.

Everyone just stood and stared at the strange sight on the floor. Jim, moving his head up and down with the licking motion, his tongue longer and thinner than before, caressing her skin.

"Should we like, look away or… I feel like I'm watching a makeout session." Cisco said, his face redder than the Flash's suit.

"I'm so sorry about this, I can't stop him. And honestly, I don't think he can stop himself." She said, slightly wincing as he licked the blood from her chin and the rest of her face. "He's a bit more animalistic then he used to be, I don't think he can fight the instincts yet… or maybe ever."

"Well, animal instincts are like the most powerful with their… partners. You are his girlfriend, right?" Caitlin says.

"Yeah," Claire said, Jim moved to her other arm. His tail twitching in Claire's lap.

"Just a girlfriend? You two were at a jewelry store looking at rings." said the Flash.

"Well, we were on a date, and... we live together."

"Live together?" Caitlin asks, surprised.

"Well, we're traveling across the country with a large group of trolls. We're trying to find them a new home because the thing that helps keep them alive was destroyed. So we're trying to find a new... JIM ARE YOU DONE YET?" she yanked her arm away, trying to crawl off of him while prying his tail from her waist then scrambled to her feet.

"Almost… let me see your palms." He said moving to a crouch.

"Ugh, you couldn't have started there? They're the worst." she gives him her hands.

Jim smiles and licked her palms clean. Using his tail he brushes back a strand of hair that had fallen in her face."You know you love it." Claire blushes.

"Well, I guess you can keep a secret. So I see no need for this." The Flash interrupts, pulling the hood back from his face. Revealing a strong facial structure and messy hair. "My name is Berry, and I'm the Flash."

"You wanted out of that suit way too much dude," Cisco said as the suit appearing on its display dummy, Berry now wearing street clothes.

"You think that's bad, I have armor. Now that's uncomfortable." Jim laughed.

"Well, armor is impractical. It takes forever to get on and it's really heavy, so it's hard to carry around." Cisco said.

"These newbies," Claire pinched the bridge of her nose. "It's magic, and now you gave him an excuse to put it on."

Jim pulls out the amulet, and summons the armor, via incantation -because he can and wants to show off-. "For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command." Light appears around him forming the Daylight armor.

Cisco scrambles out of his chair for the first time since they got there, colliding with Jim. Running his hands all over the armor, gawking at the amulet in the breastplate.

"Wow…" Cisco breaths out.

"Wow is right, you actually got him speechless," Berry said.

"Please don't encourage him," Claire said exasperated.

"Agreed," Caitlin said, walked over to Claire.

"There needs to be more girls in these sorts of operations," Claire adds. Caitlin turned to Claire smiling, with a knowing look.

"Come over here, I'll get you bandaged up." Caitlin guided her into the glass room.

"I can make it change too," Jim says, focusing on the armor Cisco stepped back and watched the armor turn black and red. "And my sword." He summoned Eclipse, fire blazing around it.

"That is beyond cool. I want magic now." Cisco said.

"Ha, pretty cool huh? I also have these." Jim summoned the glaives then release them allowing them to disappear, then the shield, then his helmet. "I had to get special stones to activate specific new weapons. The three together helped me defeat a ruthless troll warlord."

"You make it sound so casual," Berry said.

"Well, he's dead now. He's a scattered pile of rubble in front of the Arcadia Museum, last I checked." Jim said, not flinching. The look in his eyes bore into Berry, Cisco interrupted.

"What's it made out of? Some kind of alloy?"

"Well, It's made of daylight… and Morgana's left hand apparently."

"What?" Berry asked, but was once again cut off by Cisco.

"So how does it work?" He pressed.

"Well, it works best when my will is strongest. When I first got it, it would activate at weird times because I didn't know how to control it and other times it wouldn't work when I needed it to. But after having it for a year, I've gotten pretty attached to it."

"So, how do you make your weapons disappear and appear like that?"

"Focus, training, a lot of near-death experiences."

"Again, why do you sound so casual?" Berry asks.

"Because, I currently have no one plotting to kill me, no curse hanging over my head, and I haven't seen a goblin in two weeks. So, I'm feeling pretty good." He said.

"Could you show me those cool thigh blade things?" Cisco asked.

"Glaives." Jim corrected. "And sure," He summoned them.

"How do they work?"

"Well, I've used them for a whole bunch of things. I can use them individually, to climb and fight with. Or I can link them together, like this. And throw it like a boomerang. They don't always come back though. Which makes it helpful that I can summon them."

"Show, don't tell," Cisco said.

"Are you sure that's such a good Idea? Cisco, you remember the boomerang?"

"Of course I remember the boomerang! Gives me chills every time I think about it."

"Why don't you demonstrate something different." Berry suggested.

"Well, I could show you a trick with the sword," Jim says.

"Do it." Cisco breathed.

"Alright, Flash, take Daylight from me."

"Daylight?"

"The sword." Jim summoned the black blade to his hand, spinning it with a twist of his wrist.

"Piece of cake." He mused

With that, Berry takes the sword from Jim's hand. And returns to his former spot against the wall within seconds of a quick blur.

"Told you… piece of… Hey, where did it go?" He looked up at Jim, spinning the blade in front of him.

"Can't take what doesn't belong to you." Jim chimed. "Only the chosen Trollhunter can wield Daylight."

"I definitely want one of those things." Cisco pointed to the amulet. Jim reached up and dismissed the armor.

"Still impractical?" Jim asked as he placed the amulet in his pocket.

"No way," Cisco said.

"So, Berry. I got trolled, you got speed. What happened to you?" Jim asked.

"I got struck by lightning the same time the particle accelerator exploded."

"I don't know what that is," Jim said, confused.

"Well, It's this amazingly cool piece of technology. A particle accelerator is a machine that uses electromagnetic fields to propel charged particles to very high speeds and energies and to contain them in well-defined beams. It was supposed to teach us more about the world around us, but it exploded releasing dark matter into the atmosphere. Creating storms that caused a lightning bolt to strike me giving me my speed." Berry began excitedly.

"I have no clue what you just said. Other then the part about it exploding and giving you speed." Jim said flatly.

"Fair enough, how did you get trolled?"

"A Wizard with poor social skills, and a magic potion -also including lightning-. Also the end of the world, I had to fight that troll warlord, Gunmar was his name, I knew I couldn't do it as a human, I'd fought him before while he was weak. And I still couldn't beat him. So beating him fully powered? I knew the only way I was going to kill him was if I crossed the threshold." Jim stated.

"I don't like how comfortable you are with killing," Berry said.

"It's rule number two of being the Trollhunter. Always finish the fight." Jim growled, making Berry jump.

"But, you can't just kill someone. Even if they are a troll or a warlord." Berry yelled.

"He was in a prison. In another dimension. What did you expect me to do, put handcuffs on him? He ate people, and there's a line. Where you can keep someone, and when they need to be dead!" He growled

"That doesn't make it right!"

"It doesn't make it wrong!" Jim's voice climbing to a roar.

"Killing is wrong, how come you don't understand that?!"

"I don't expect you to understand the things I do. Or how harsh my world is. But you should at least understand the part about doing anything protecting the people you love." Jim's voice rose then slowly came back to its normal level. Sounding more raspy with the constant rumble in Jim's throat.

Berry looked like he was going to continue to yell, but calmed. "I… I do understand that. I just don't get how you can be so lax about it!" He raised his voice again.

Jim glared at him, his pupils thin and threatening. "Drop it." He stood, his shoulders hunched, glaring at Berry. Who immediately stopped.

"Anyways…" Cisco broke the silence. "Jim, what's your name? Uh… Full name?" Cisco asked.

"James Lake Jr. Why?" He watched Cisco type violently at the keyboard.

"Because, I'm curious about some things; one, what you used to look like. Two, this troll warlord you're talking about." He said, then hit the enter key dramatically.

All over the room monitors and screens light up with videos and pictures. Videos of the battle in Arcadia, from store cameras. Glimpses of Jim fighting Gunmar and Anger Rot. Some of Gunmar being thrown into a building. Some pictures from police records, some from various phones at the battle of the bands of the beginning of the eternal night. Or of the gum gum soldiers.

"How did you get these?" Jim snarled accidentally. Quickly regaining his composure. "Sorry. But these are supposed to be private."

"Well, you can't expect a superhero team to get intel through the regular channels. I hacked into Arcadia's network, all of these are localized under councilwoman Nuñiez' private server. So It's still under wraps, in fact, these are the only place they show up. Not on the internet or anything. That's some impressive damage control. Do you have a computer genius or something?"

"No, just an ancient wizard who's a real pain in the neck," Jim says.

"Hey, Jim." Claire walks out of the smaller glass room followed by Caitlin. Her arms bandaged expertly. Cisco shut off the monitors.

"Hey, beautiful." Jim pulled her close with his tail, falling into a crouch. Claire sat on Jim's thigh, being the perfect height for a chair, and he wrapped his tail around her lovingly, she played with the tuft of fur on the end that sat in her lap.

"Why were you growling and yelling at each other?" Claire asked.

"He asked about rule number two," Jim said, nodding at Berry.

"What?" Caitlin asked.

"Jim has terrible morals," Berry said. Caitlin still looked confused but ignored it.

"Jim, do you know if there's a healing agent in troll saliva?" She asked.

"Not that I know of, why?"

"Claire's wounds are over halfway healed, I think it might have something to do with you licking her cuts."

"Well, I've only been a troll for like less than a month. So I couldn't tell you, and like Claire said, I don't exactly have control over what I do sometimes. My instincts just take over, and sometimes I end up doing weird things like licking blood off her face, grooming her, going nuts when there might be danger or… purring."

"You purr?" she asked.

"Yes, and I love it," Claire smiled affectionately leaning her head on his chest running her hand along his tale. As if on cue Jim started purring.

"Why do you do this?" Jim asked forcing himself to be quiet.

"Because it's fun embarrassing you." She smiled up at him with a devious grin.

"A month?" Berry cried. He looked at Cisco as if to verify the dates from the photos. He nods. "This all only happened a month ago?" Jim nodded. "Well, at least you didn't wake up from a coma with strange people around you. Right?"

"Sort of, I woke up on my couch, and some of my troll friends were there, and my mom and Claire and Toby… That was a fun dusk." He said it fondly but a cringe crossed his and Claire's faces momentarily.

A loud growl came from Claire's stomach, she let go of Jim's tale and held her side.

"Well you certainly sound hungry, when was the last time you ate?" Berry asked.

"A few hours ago but it wasn't much," Claire said. "But I'm more worried about…"

Jim's stomach growled this time, loud enough that a deaf person could hear it.

"That, Jim hasn't eaten in a week." Claire finished.

"A week!? You should be dead." Caitlin shouted, throwing her hands in the air.

"Half-troll. Not dead. Just hungry." Jim said flatly, stopping her from freaking out.

"Well, let's go get some 'Big Belly Burger' then." Cisco jumped from his spot at the desk, walking around and leaning on it from the other side.

"Uhhh…" Claire tried

"I can't…" Jim started but was cut off.

"That's right because you look like that… uh, sorry."

"Cisco, you sound like Felicity," Berry said. "Would you rather pizza? You don't have to leave, I can just run out and be back real quick."

"Claire would love pizza, but I…" Jim was interrupted again. Sliding Claire off his knee and standing.

"There are lots of good places around, take your pick," Caitlin added in.

"No, I can't…"

"We can get some home-cooked food for you if that's what you want," Berry said.

"Oh my gosh, can you please stop interrupting me?" Jim growled out his words, snarling when he finished. "I can't eat human food." He said loudly. Then the room went quiet.

"Then what do you eat, is there like a certain place you can get troll food? Troll-mart?"

"I'm going to start calling you Felicity," Berry said.

"No, I eat… ugh." Jim couldn't get the words out. He tensed up and his fists were balled tightly at his sides.

"I would love it if you would get me some pizza. And if you could stop by a grocery store and pick up a package of metal utensils and some raw chicken? And if you have a couple of socks?" Claire said it quickly, trying not to make it weird. She wrapped her arm around Jim's torso. In response he wrapped his tail around her waist again, it twitched every few seconds. Claire stood on her tiptoes and whispered so only Jim's heightened senses could hear. "You don't have to hate what you became for saving the world."

Jim was still tense but was able to relax knowing that he was getting something to eat.

"Yeah, sure." Berry nodded unsure what to make of the strange shopping list. He ran out of the room leaving a brief trail of color behind.

"So, while he's gone I have a question," Claire said.

"He won't be gone for very long. But ask away." Caitlin said lightly

"If Berry is a meta, and you thought Jim was a meta. Does that mean there are more of them?" Claire asked.

"Yes, but unfortunately. All but a few have decided to use their powers for crime and evil." Caitlin said.

"And those who are evil and have reared their ugly faces now live in a super-prison in the basement," Cisco added.

"And they can't get out right?" Jim asked, pulling Claire tighter, tensing.

"No, none have ever escaped. Each cell is designed specifically to hold that specific metahuman." Caitlin said.

A woosh came through the room and Berry appeared with a pizza box and a couple grocery bags. Claire marched up and took the pizza box from him.

"Ohh, come to momma! Oh, smell that." Claire said. "Jim, do you want to go in the other room to eat? I'll still eat with you."

"Um, I guess I need to get used to having people watch me eat, but only if you guys are comfortable with it." Jim smiled sheepishly.

"What are you going to eat?" Caitlin asked.

"Oh please don't tell me that you're going to eat…" Cisco started, but a piece of Claire's pizza was magically thrown in his face, he pulled it from his face but the cheese stuck.

"And for my next trick, I'll make the loud mouth disappear," Claire said in a dramatic voice her iris glowing purple.

Cisco jumped back. Pulling the cheese off his face.

"Don't worry Cisco, she hasn't learned teleportation spells yet." Jim sighed. "If only we were so lucky." He smiled. "But, I'll go eat in the other room."

Claire glared at Cisco, flashing her eyes purple.

"No, It's fine. You can eat in here," he said cowering behind Berry.

Jim took the bags from Berry, "Do you want me to pay you back or…"

"No, it's fine. After all, I missed 3 of the 4 bullets fired at you."

"Slacker." Cisco mocked.

"I'm just glad that you weren't hurt too badly," Berry said, watching Jim curiously.

Jim sat on the floor cross-legged, his tail moving back and forth quickly, almost wagging. He opened the bags and pulled out a package of new silverware, a two pack of socks, and a package of chicken breast. Unable to stop himself, he licked his lips and tusks wildly. He opened the chicken and used the socks to soak up the juice so he wouldn't make a mess.

"I'm the one who shouldn't of confronted an armed gunman. I don't usually fight humans." Jim said. Claire sat down with her pizza next to him nodding for him to start eating. The other three sat down following suit.

He bit into the chicken, juices spilled down his jaw to his chin. The muscle fibers tore against his powerful jaw and tusks. One piece after another until the chicken was gone. Using the socks as napkins he ate them one by one. He then turned to his desert, he opened the box and ate each utensil slowly. The loud crunching sound they made when he chewed made the three newcomers wince. Once finished he got a good look at the faces of his audience. They stared at his face, puzzled, grossed out and impressed.

He looked over at Claire, who was almost done with her pizza, his stomach growled again, but much quieter this time.

"How are you still hungry?" Berry cried.

"Dude, you have no room to talk," Cisco said straightly.

Claire smiled and nodded at the cardboard box the utensils were in along with the other trash left on the floor in front of him. Quickly he ate it up, leaving the soft plastics of the bags and the saran wrap that was around the chicken left untouched, anytime he ate them he felt like he was being suffocated as they moved down his esophagus.

Claire had finished her pizza, and hearing Jim's stomach growl again she handed the box over to him.

"Still? You're still hungry?" Berry seemed baffled, getting to his feet.

"I haven't eaten anything in a week," Jim replied as if he were offended. Then took a bite out of the pizza box.

"Berry, you eat that much a day," Caitlin said, standing. "Food, not socks and cardboard."

"But still!" Berry said. "Your stomach…"

"Berry, I'm not freaking out that you can run faster than the speed of sound. And don't you deal with weird stuff every day? This shouldn't be that weird. My genetic structure changed, I can't digest human food anymore but now I can eat metal and cardboard for snacks. The raw meat is what I really need. I'm not sure why but when it's cooked I can't digest it. Sorry, but if you don't get it that's your own fault."

"You pose a fantastic argument," Cisco said. "He can't argue with science." he smiled at Berry matter of factly.

"Hey Berry," A woman's voice came from the hallway. "Dad and I were wondering…" Another bloody murder scream came, as a dark-skinned woman and a man rounded the corner. The scream causing Jim to fold his ears back and go once again into his defensive position, jumping in front of Claire to protect her.

The man pulled a pistol from his jacket and pointed it at Jim. "What the hell is that thing!?"

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