MAN! It took me forever to get off my ass and finish this chapter that I started a little while ago. XD I think the idea of not having WiFi for a couple of days due to moving finally got me into the groove of finishing what I needed to. Also if you like my work in general, I'm going to be writing one-shots for a collection that I'll be posting after I get my services back. If you have any suggestions on what you'll want to read, don't be hesitant to PM me! I love hearing your guy's thoughts, so hit me up.

All in all, I hope you guys enjoy and sorry for any mistakes from my only four hours of sleep brain I have right now. XD

When I put on the clothes that Claire had given me, I felt a mixture of being comfortable as well as completely out of my element. The fabric of the top that she had given me was much softer than that of my tunic, but it was also a lot more constricting than my original garment. The bottoms that she had given me were a lot rougher than what I have been used to but had ironically more give than that of my training breaches. As Claire and I stood outside of what she claimed was my mother's new home, I pulled on the collar of the plain white t-shirt. It was agreed that the four of us that could walk in daylight should slipt up so that we would not overwhelm my mother by our presence. So Claire was able to convince Darci and Mary to gather materials to teach me on as she went to reunite me with my long lost family.

"Are you alright, James?" I took a deep breath and placed my hands within the front pockets of what she had told were called "jeans".

"As best as a man could within my position." I gave her a small smile. "But as I have been told many years ago, every man has to deal with the difficulties of life. It all matters on how he decides to handle it." She gave me a smile that made my chest fill with flutters and my stomach tie itself in knots. I would not lie to myself, I found the Trollhunter distractingly attractive. I could already tell by the way she presented herself within the last few hours of interacting with her that she was kind-hearted and had a strong will. Also by the way that she spoke, she's been in the role of Trollhunter for not too long, but long enough to know and deal with the weight that bore on her shoulders. When she smiled, I could tell that there was pain that she hid behind it. Sometimes when she laughed, it was forced. I wouldn't doubt that she would tell her friends that she was fine quite often, but was never actually emotionally intact. I understood the traits well.

A little too well. No being of our age should know the scars of battle. For me, it was less of choice and more of an inevitable. For her, it was a destiny she never expected.

I frowned a little as she took the lead up the little walk away to the two-story house. It was of older fashion. I could tell that it has stood since my time at the very least. The aura it held felt exactly like that of my mother, no doubt about it. She reached up and knocked on the door and before we knew it, a woman with flaming locks of hair, a blue outfit, and a white coat on top. I noticed instantly the bright blue eyes that mimicked my own that were dulled lightly by the eyewear she was wearing.

"Hello, Claire! What do I have the honor upon seeing you so soon once again?" I felt myself freeze as who I knew was my mother gave the Trollhunter her complete attention. A smile plastered on her face as she spoke.

"Well, I have someone I want you to re-meet." I watched my mother as her eyes then instantly looked over to me. I watched as her eyes went wide and the smile broadened into her cheeks. Before I knew it, I had a body crash into my own and a hand was placed into my hair. I let my head be lead to her shoulder as I felt the familiarity of fingers in my hair as if they had toyed with it since I was young.

"My boy." I heard her whisper, her older accent now dug up from her throat. The emotion within her voice made my chest tighten in the apparel that already felt too tight for my own good. I put my arms around my mother as I felt myself screw my eyes shut. After a few moments, my mother pulled back and my eyes instantly opened themselves. Her hand went to my cheek which almost instantly threw me back to our original time. It was as if centuries had never pasted, she was the most powerful woman of the land, and I was her loyal knight trained son. "I knew you awakened. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, my boy. But as I can tell now, you rose to a friendly face. My promise was kept." I nodded my head.

"I did. These clothes though feel like I'm being constricted. It's quite uncomfortable." I got a soft smile that was accompanied by a small laugh out of my mother.

"Oh, we need to teach you a lot of this time. Good thing I always kept you studied though. Going back to school will not be a hassle for you."

"I'm technically 316 years old. I doubt that I can just randomly appear within this time and act as if I've been here my whole life."

"With the right documents, you will." I chuckled as my mother pulled away and headed into the door that she left open. "Now come in you two, we must speak."

After speaking with my mother with Claire's presence, we all agreed that I might as well try to get accustomed to what the two agreed was 'normal for the time'. I was even given a phone out of a stash that my mother had in a random kitchen drawer. When asked why she had it by the confused Trollhunter, all she said was along the lines of how she constantly needed to be on the move since she always looks the same. Soon after then, Claire put her "number" within it and told me to get comfortable within the device.

"Kids our age use these constantly. Looking as if you have no clue how it works will make you look more suspicious than even carrying around your sword."

As I entered the room that my mother had led me to, I placed the said sword that was given back to me beside the frame of the new resting pad. The bed was newer, but it was obvious that my belongs moved along with my mother's travels. My old desk was against the window like how I used to enjoy it, my wooden wardrobe was standing tall straight across from where the bed is. It was as if she knew that I would be home soon. I felt myself smile at the idea.

I walked over to the wardrobe and opened the doors to be greeted by my old clothes. My favorite vest and jacket were still front and center as my breaches and training tunics were mixed with the rest of my somewhat formal clothing. I realized quite instantly that the only time I would be able to wear these clothes once more, I would have to be on stage for a play for the time period.

"Everything up to your standard?" I looked over to my mother with a saddened smile.

"Yeah, but I just realized that all that you kept for me, I will no longer be able to wear unless I want to look like I'm 'larping', as Mary had said." That pulled a laugh from my mom as she came up to me. She closed the wardrobe doors and pulled open two top drawers under them. I looked at them to see that they were two different sets from what seems like two other generations.

"I had bought you clothes over the years, in case I was to let you awake during those times. These were from the last seventy years. Suits, jackets, plain t-shirts, jeans, but I was going to get you some newer ones soon. Especially since you said that jeans were somewhat constricting. Maybe sweats would work better for you."

"I have no wonder what any of those mean, but if you think it is best, then it should be." My mother laughed once more and placed a hand on my shoulder after closing the doors once more.

"Maybe you can go through these ones and see what you like? Tomorrow I have the day off so I will be doing a lot of paperwork to make it seem as if you've been born within the last sixteen years. I'll probably go shopping for you too. Register you for school and the likes." I groaned at the thought of having to go back to hellish chambers of learning. "Oh don't be fussy, it has changed since you were young. You'll need to catch up in little ways though."

"If I was sufficient in Calculous, I am not terrified of these new forms of teaching."

"You'll need to catch up with what you missed in the last three hundred years. History is going to be your downfall. Math, English, and Science, not so much. It helps that you were basically raised around chemistry." My mother smile before giving me what looked like a thicker form of a string with a block on the end. "This is a charging cord. You plug it into the wall, there," she pointed to a small little white contraption that was on the wall. "And plug it into your phone here." She showed me with her own device where the compartment was. "It keeps it from dying. I have no clue what percent the battery is at, so it might already be. But other than that, I'll leave you to it. Rest well, my boy."

As my mother left, I looked at the contraption that she placed within my hands as if I was like that of the men that were afraid of witches.

I have a lot of learning to do.

After the night had passed and multiple cloths were skewed, I found myself sitting on the floor of the hero's forge with Mary and Darci showing me a mix of schooling literature and modern culture.

"Alrighty Jim, this is a history book. For you to start school, you need to check up on the basic history stuff that has happened in the last year. We're lucky that Claire is a goody-two-shoes and the teachers love her because she was able to get this for you early from Mr. Stickler. Read up and we'll give you a few questions on it later, alright?" I nodded numbly as the book was placed in a backpack I was told to bring.

"Damn." I looked over to Darci to see her looking at the paper of math equations she gave me to see if I was on par with their grade for the least. "Did, Did you solve this with calculous?"

"Well, you did tell me to find the area without a calculator." She looked at me as if I was an alien for a moment before pointing at me with the end of her pencil.

"Alright Mr. Sassy-Ass, we don't need you getting attitude." She looked back down at the paper before handing it back to me. "We're in Algebra at the moment, so don't be pulling out calculous unless you truly believe it's necessary. We kind of want to keep you close instead of being pushed into weird classes."

"My apologies for being rude. I will try my best." Mary then decided to pull her phone out and then out of nowhere, music started playing.

"Okay Jim, culture addition. This is punk rock. It's a music genre of the last, like, forty years. A lot of kids in Arcadia listen to this kind of stuff. Well, at least we do. This specifically is Papa Skull." I tilted my head as a wave of confusion ran over me as I tried to listen to the music. It was almost nothing like what I was used to. I could pull out some hints of certain beats that must have been based on the music of my time, but it sounded completely foreign.

"It's, new, to say the least. I don't dislike it though. But I do have a question, why are you calling me Jim if my name is James?" That was when Claire walked over to us with her breathe a little heavy due to the practice Blinky just put her through.

"We just figured it could help you grow ties faster to the time period. We figured if we called you by a nickname that was a little more modern, you'll get used to everything a lot more smoothly too. How's everything coming so far?" The Trollhunter put her hands on her hips as she was still in her armor.

I don't hate it. But I don't think I'll get used to anyone but these three lasses calling me by it.

I watched as Darci gave her the work that I did for the math equations. "Well, we found out he's a human calculator, finds Papa Skull interesting, has to read basically the whole history book before he starts school, and he's slightly advance in certain forms of science. Like chemistry, he's great at, but basics of science that happened after the 18th century, he needs to be taught. Basically, anything that has to do with after he was put to sleep, he needs to learn. Nothing huge though. A lot of kids are normally really good in certain classes and then struggle in others so maybe we can use that to our advantage." I put my head in my hands as Darci spoke. It was a lot to take in. I felt like the information they were giving me was an ocean and I was tied to cinderblocks, drowning under all the weight.

"Oh God, I think we're breaking him." I chuckled a little bit at Mary's statement as I rose my head once more and put my hands through my hair.

"It's just, it's a lot to take in." I felt a hand put itself on my shoulder and I looked over to its owner to see Claire with a soft smile on her face.

"That's understandable. You wanna take a break from learning today then?" I nodded silently as I was rewarded with a laugh from the still armored lass. "Alright then. Now though, we have to come up with your story." I gave her a confused look. "Like where did you come from, why you are who you are, your interest, and other things along the lines. A lot of other students and teachers at Arcadia Oaks High are going to ask you questions like 'Where are you from?' and we have to have something pre-agreed on to answer those types of things."

"Oh! I was thinking we could say you're from Scotland or somewhere in the U.K!" I looked over to Mary with what now felt like a permanent confused look on my face. "Well, you do have this weird accent and you called us 'lasses' a couple of times since we met you, it just seemed like something that would stem from Scotland or something. It would also help with the idea that your Dr. Lake's son but haven't been seen in Arcadia Oaks before. Like we can say you were raised by your dad out there and stuff." I looked over at the other two to see how they felt about the idea since I felt out of my element within the topic.

"That's actually a really good idea, Mar. That'll especially work with the 'tattoo' you have there. We can also say that your dad specialized in medieval to 18th-century history to make up for the idea that you'll know a lot more about that part of history more than anything. Maybe we can say he worked for a museum out there?" I looked over to Claire who was nodding along to all Darci was adding to the story.

"Add to it that his dad passed away recently so that no one would try to dig around with your past and that your mom now has custody of you and it'll seal the deal on that story. Anything you want to add to it all?" I felt off three of them look over to me all at once and I just lifted my shoulders in a shrug.

"To be honest, all of this is a little overwhelming. Especially with the idea that I have to keep a lot of who I really am a secret."

"Doesn't really help that we don't know you that well either." I looked over to Mary and smiled awkwardly.

"I can't say that you're wrong. From what I can gather, I know the same about you three as you know about me." I glanced over to Darci and Claire to see smirks had appeared on the two girls' faces. "What are those looks for? You look as if you are scheming with the devil." That was when Claire stood back up from where she was kneeling on her knee from when she placed her hand on my shoulder and then put her hands back on her hips.

"Let's just say that we're going to ask so many questions about each other that it's going to be as if we've known each other for years. And how we're going to accomplish that is with a small game of 21 Questions."