Disclaimer: Trollhunters is owned by Guillermo del Toro.

The first thing Jim did after calming down was make his way to Toby's house. It was still night outside, and he was still exhausted. He did, however, check for any troll tracks near their houses while he made his way over.

There weren't any that he could find, but that didn't rule out the possibility of them being covered. Nevertheless, Jim hurried onwards to Toby's backdoor. Once he got there, though, he stopped. He didn't want to disturb Toby, not when he had just dumped all that on him. Toby needed sleep. Jim turned away, intent on going back to his own house when he heard the door open behind him.

Jim turned around, muscles already tensing, ready to get the hell out of there if he needed to. But it was just Toby. A very tired Toby in his pajamas. He yawned into his hand, and then motioned with his head for Jim to get inside. Jim stepped through the threshold, turning to Toby as he closed the door.

When he looked at Toby, the first thing that he saw was that his eyes were only halfway open and that he had massive bags under them. In a whisper as quiet as he could muster, he asked, "Have you gotten any sleep at all?"

Toby shook his head, and then started on his way upstairs. At the top of the stairs, he beckoned for Jim to follow him. Jim raised an eyebrow but followed him despite his confusion.

Once they were both safely in Toby's room, he closed the door behind them and then went and laid back on his bed. Jim sat awkwardly in the middle of his floor. After a couple minutes of silence, he cleared his throat to get Toby's attention. "Why are you still awake?"

Toby turned onto his side, looking at him. "You can't just tell me that the trolls 'probably' won't come near me, despite them being able to smell me! I've been turned into some paranoid shut-in, checking the windows every couple minutes so that they won't come to eat me," he said in a harsh whisper.

Jim almost laughed, but he was able to curb the urge into a simple grin instead. He almost wanted to nuzzle him but was fairly certain that was part of the troll instincts that should be ignored. "Toby, these trolls fought a war against another clan of trolls because they ate humans. They would never eat you."

"You saying that and me understanding it are two different things. Did you hear that roar? I almost had another heart attack!"

"That was actually AAARRRGGHH!, your wingman."

"That's the one that was protecting me? No wonder I was so confident."

"Yeah. Anyways, I came here for a different reason. What do you have going on today?"

"Dentist appointment later, but that's it."

Jim smacked his forehead. "Right, I remember that. An eight hour long appointment. I mean, who the hell has eight hour long dentist appointments?"

"Someone who wants to get their braces off before they're thirty."

"Getting off track again." Jim shook his head. "Apparently someone else came back in time with me."

Toby shot up, fully awake now. "What? Who? How?"

Jim shushed him. "Keep it down, your Nana is still asleep." Toby had the decency to look sheepish. "It's not good. It was, well. Morgana is back too."

Toby started to have a nervous breakdown in his bed, burying himself under the covers, repeating 'ohmygosh, ohmygosh' to himself. He poked his head out. "How do you know?"

"I had a dream that wasn't a dream. We spoke. And now I think I know what to do." He took a deep breath. "I need you to get Claire and my mom together in the same place so that I can talk to them. It'll be easier if they're both there."

Toby covered put his head in his hands. "Okay. I can get your mom easily enough, say that I know something about your location or whatever. But Claire… what should I say to her?"

"Maybe that you want to tell Councilwoman Nuñez something about me but you're too shy to talk to her directly?"

Toby gave him a look. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you?"

"An hour or two, yeah. I know how I'm going to handle it, so don't worry about that. My only problem is that if I'm right about Blinky, then he'll be there pretty soon with AAARRRGGHH! after we start." Jim nervously grabbed a horn with his human hand.

"Right, your troll dad."

"Yeah, and I don't know how I'm going to deal with that."

"Why not just tell them too?" When Toby saw the look Jim was giving him, he glared. "I'm serious. Their only beef with you is that you've got the amulet, right? So, when they see that Claire has the amulet, they should calm down?" It was meant to be a statement, but the way he trailed off made it seem like a question.

"That's… Actually, that's not a bad idea at all. I knew there was a reason that I kept you around."

Toby flipped his hair back, now out of his blankets. "Besides my model looks and magnetic personality, you mean?" They both laughed quietly at that.

Toby held out a fist. "So, plan is set?"

Jim bumped it. "You bet."

"It's still going to have to wait until after my appointment, though."

Jim sighed.

After Jim closed his eyes, he opened them to a stunningly beautiful woman in a yellow dress. She had long black hair, but what gave her away was how pale she was. It was as if her skin had never seen the light of day. He instantly crouched into a defensive position, summoning Eclipse to one hand and his shield, which had changed covering his entire forearm and hand, to the other. There was no time to examine the changes, though. He started growling threateningly at her.

"Now now, we can use our words like civilized beings, can't we?" asked Morgana in a teasing tone.

Jim had decided that since trolls died in daylight, it was probably a good idea for him to start becoming nocturnal. He had been sleeping ever since Toby had left for his dentist appointment, hiding in Toby's room. They had spent a couple hours during the night playing video games, Jim remembering all the great times they had back when he was human.

"Why did you bring me back here?" His ears actually flattened against his skull as she started circling around him. He filed it into the 'weird troll things I'll figure out later' part of his mind.

"That's the most interesting thing. I didn't actually call you here, this appears to be all you." She stopped moving, putting her hands on her hips instead. "I do have one small question for you, though."

"Yeah? What's that?" He discretely summoned one of his knives into the hand hidden behind his shield, just in case he needed it.

Morgana exploded with a burst of power, her armor forming around her and her eyes turning black and yellow. More refined than Claire's when she was possessed, as she had actual pupils. "What did you do with my power?!" Her voice reverberated through his mind, and Jim fell to his knees clutching his head. Eclipse and his knife clattered to ground beside him.

As suddenly as the pain had come, it disappeared. Although Morgana was still blazing with a yellow fire, the darkness swirling behind her, he got the impression that it was more a display than anything else. He shakily got to his feet, re-summoning Eclipse and his knife. "Aww, what's wrong? Did you lose something?" Gaining confidence at her lack of smiting, he continued. "Where was the last time you saw it?"

"When it struck you," she hissed, practically spitting venom at him. He grinned widely.

"You shoved that much power in me? Can you even talk to the Janus order?" She remained glaring. He started laughing. Softly at first, but it developed into a full-on belly laugh. There was no humor in it, just satisfaction. "You can't, can you? Oh, this is rich! You're even worse off than you were before! You're just like Merlin now, aren't you?"

"Don't you ever compare me to that bastard!" She screamed at him, but her magic diminished behind her. She desperately looked back, trying to conjure it back up. When she looked back, she made a choking sound.

Jim lifter her up by her neck, as she scrabbled desperately at his arm. She was much smaller than him now, and lifting her to his eye level easily brought her two feet off the ground. She kicked at him, but her feet only glanced off his armor. Morgana looked into his eyes, fear filling her face.

"It's been a long time since you felt this powerless, hasn't it?" he whispered. He brought her closer to his face, squeezing a bit harder. Her face started to turn blue and was swelling, completely unable to breathe.

Just before she passed out, he dropped her. She fell to the floor, inhaling air greedily. Eclipse buried itself in the ground just before her eyes, and she looked back up at him, chest heaving as her eyes widened with fear.

He leaned down, putting his just next to hers. "I should kill you. I honestly don't know if I can, as this is a dream. But maybe I should try anyways."

Morgana scrabbled away from him, not bothering to get up. The flat plain of grey between them didn't give her anything to hide behind, though, and she stopped only a few feet away from him.

He sighed and pulled the oversized cleaver from the ground. This wasn't Jim, and he knew that. The rage was coursing through him with such power that he felt as if it had replaced his blood. He stared at his reflection in Eclipse, trying to get himself back under control. The question of what to do with Morgana remained, however.

Several minutes passed, allowing Jim to regain himself. Turning back to Morgana, he was just about to ask Morgana a simple question of why when he saw her flying through the air towards him.

His helmet suddenly encased his head, and he felt armor slide over his troll hand, engulfing him completely. The process took less than a second, and when Morgana hit him she just bounced off. Landing in a heap on the ground, she rubbed her head and looked up at him with a glare.

Jim blinked under his helmet. "What are you- did you just try to possess me?" He was now completely bewildered.

"That accursed amulet! I will pull out your spine and wear it as a crown, tark!" Morgana stood up and actually spat at him this time.

Jim felt a bit of confusion. He wasn't quite sure what a tark was, but he knew it wasn't good if she was calling him it. When he looked at her, though, he felt pity. Out of her armor, she was just a scared woman using anger as a defense. Jim sighed. "This is getting old."

Morgana started on an expansive tirade as he sat down. He was getting impressed at her creativity, completely ignoring that they were insults. After a couple minutes of her yelling at him, but keeping a good distance, he tiredly raised a hand. She stopped, raising an eyebrow at him. He took a breath. "Look, if you and I are going to see each other every time I sleep, we're going to need to figure something out. Either that or I see if killing works here."

She held her hands up. "That… is something I would rather not learn." An ornate chair formed out of the eternal gray behind her which she sat in. She crossed one leg over the other.

Raising an eyebrow and standing, Jim tried to copy her, imagining a bean bag that he could rest in. One formed behind him, and after testing its consistency, he sat in it and leaned back. "So… let's talk."

She sniffed disdainfully. "And what would you be interested in talking about?"

"Why did you-" A blinding white filled his vision, and he closed his eyes until the spots left them, leaping into a defensive position with his shield in front of him. When he opened them, he found Toby's room instead of Morgana leaping to kill him. He heard the front door open, and Toby greeted his Nana. Sitting down, Jim put his head in his hands, wondering just what Merlin had turned him into.

When Toby walked into his room, he noticed Jim sitting on the floor, cradling his head. "You okay, dude?"

Jim looked up at him. "Morgana being there whenever I sleep is apparently a thing."

Toby winced sympathetically. "Should we put off the Claire and Dr. L thing until later then?"

Jim waved him off. "No, I think that'll make me feel better."

Toby nodded, typing rapidly in his phone. He sent both texts before he looked back at Jim, who still had his head in his hands. He put a hand on his shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Jim shook his head. Toby squeezed his shoulder, letting him know that he was there. Jim smiled at him.

He would always thank whatever god was out there for Toby.

Toby's phone buzzed. He pulled it back out of his pocket, saying, "That was Claire. She said that she would be there."

Jim stood up. "When did you tell her to get there?"

"Fifteen minutes." His phone buzzed again. "Dr. L. She said that she's on her way right now."

"Alright." Jim opened the door. "We'd better get in the house fast, then."

Toby nodded. Toby went down the stairs, checking for his Nana. "She's asleep in front of the TV." Jim went down the stairs two at a time. They both went out the backdoor and headed for Jim's house.

Going in through the backdoor, Jim went down the stairs into the basement while Toby stayed upstairs. He heard Toby's heartrate speeding up, and he could smell his perspiration. He couldn't worry about that right now, though. Jim trusted Toby.

In the basement, he heard the amulet faintly call to Claire through the wooden box and blankets he stuffed it into. He knew that a human wouldn't hear it, though.

After settling into the part of the ceiling that he had slept in earlier, he completely stilled himself. Then he waited.

Toby's heartrate calmed down a bit by the time Claire got there. She came early, ten minutes instead of five passing. He could hear her asking him something, but he wasn't focusing on that. Just the sound of her voice.

His own heart sped up at his girlfriend's voice, and he only hoped that he could restrain himself from greeting her the way he wanted to. He heard the door open again, interrupting their conversation. His mother rushed in, running from the sound of her footsteps.

Toby led them downstairs, using some excuse about not wanting to be seen by the kidnappers. Jim's nervous energy skyrocketed, butterflies trying to burst from his stomach. Through a titanic force of will, he managed to remain still as Toby opened the door.

Once they were all in the middle of the basement, where Jim could clearly see them, Toby stopped. He let out a breath and turned around to look at the panicked faces of the two girls. Barbara rushed forward and grabbed him by his shoulders. "Where is my son, Toby? Please, he's the only thing I have left…" She started crying again.

Toby cleared his throat. "Uh, Jimbo, whenever you wanna come out, that's fine with me." Both girls froze, and then looked around frantically. Jim sighed, and nimbly leapt onto the floor, his armor in full view and glowing fiercely, reacting to his emotional state.

Claire screamed, and his mother covered her mouth. Jim grabbed a horn again. "Uh, hey mom. Hey, Claire. We, uh, need to talk." Claire fell to the ground, unconscious. Barbara shook herself off, visibly steeling herself before walking up to him.

And slapping him.

Granted, it hurt her a lot more than it hurt him, and she immediately cursed and grabbed her hand. Jim wrenched it from her, rolling his eyes. "Really, mom?" The palm wasn't scraped, and while it was turning red, there didn't appear to be bruising. He looked back up, to see that she was staring at him. Realizing what he did, he dropped her hand. "Oh, uh, sorry, I just-" He quieted when she laid a hand on his cheek.

"It is you," she said, almost whispering. Jim nodded, lifting his human hand to press against hers, but faltering at the last moment. She looked down, noticing that one of them only had four fingers. She looked back into his eyes, her concern tangible.

"What happened to you?"

"That's what we need to talk about."

Toby spoke up from his position kneeling next to Claire. "As heartwarming as this is, can someone medically qualified make sure that she's okay?"

Barbara rolled her eyes but made her way over to them nonetheless. She kneeled next to Toby, opening an eye and turning her head. "She's fine. Jim, could you grab a couple blankets? Laying on the floor isn't exactly comfortable."

"Sure, mom." He grabbed a blanket that he had wrapped around the box with the amulet. As if responding, the amulet called to Claire again.

His mom startled upwards. "What was that?" Jim glared back at the box, mumbling obscenities towards it under his breath. His own amulet pulsed, almost as if agreeing with him.

"The reason that Claire is here. I'll explain everything when she wakes up, because I've already done this once and it took hours." He gave Toby a sideways glance, his mother catching the look.

"You! How long have you known about Jim?!" His mother did not sound very happy with Toby, and he leaned back as she pointed a hand in his face.

"Uh, since he came to me yesterday afternoon…?" That was apparently the wrong answer to Barbara, as she immediately turned on Jim.

"You went to your friend instead of your own mother?!"

He huffed nervously, a small whine building in the back of his throat. As soon as he noticed it, he tried to stop it, but found he couldn't. Toby and his mother were starting to look at him weirdly. He tried to talk, get the attention off him somehow. "I'll explain that one too, mom." As if on cue, Claire groaned, her hands massaging her head as he eyes fluttered open. She sat up, still rubbing her head, and opened her eyes. Upon seeing Jim, she screamed again.

His ears flattened against his head, and his eyes flitted towards the floor. He felt a wave of shame build up in him as his mom and Toby tried to get her to stop screaming. He looked down at his hands, noting the trollish one in disgust. He formed fists with both hands, tight enough that he felt the pain of his armor and nails digging into his palms.

"Jim?" came Toby's soft voice. "You okay?"

He looked up, Claire had stopped screaming, now only staring at him, her body language and scent screaming fear, as she pressed herself into the pole behind her. His mother and Toby both looked at him with concern.

"Yeah," he said, though his tone didn't convince either of them. Not wanting to deal with emotions right now, though, he went and grabbed the box. It had called twice since he had gotten the blanket and called again now. He rolled his eyes and opened it.

Taking out the amulet, he tossed it to Toby. He motioned with his head for him to give it to her. Toby sighed, his shoulders sagging. He tapped Claire gently on the shoulder, holding out the amulet for her to take.

She stared at it warily before gingerly taking it from his hands and looked back up at Jim. "Turn it over," he said. She turned it so the faceplate was facing her. "Read the words around the rim."

She frowned. "How? I think that's Latin- wait, it changed! But those are engraved? How did it change?" Her heartbeat picked up speed again, and she looked up to him.

"Please, just read the words out loud."

She looked back down. "Oh…kay. Um, for the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command?" She gasped as light gripped her and lifted her into the air. Barbara covered her mouth, this time an expression of wonder on her face.

Oversized armor pieces formed around Claire, eventually slamming onto her body. Only her hair was exposed. The armor then resized itself to fit her snugly.

Her right shoulder glowed, and the light trailed down to her hand. A troll-sized copy of Daylight appeared in her hand, and the weight of it forced it to embed itself in the ground. It shrunk to fit itself to Claire's size. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping.

Jim laughed to himself a bit, wondering if he looked as surprised as he did the first time he summoned Daylight.

Toby was also watching in awe, glancing at Jim occasionally. When the transformation finished, he rushed over to Jim, lifting his arms to examine his armor. "Dude! Is that how you transform into yours? That's so cool! It's just like Sailor Moon!"

Claire spoke up. "What is all of this?" She started patting herself down, feeling her armor. Seeing the sword, she grasped the handle and yanked on it. When it didn't budge, she grabbed the handle with both hands and pulled harder, managing to pull it out of the ground and sticking it into the wall instead.

Jim started laughing, remembering that during his first time summoning it he had done the exact same thing. Claire turned to glare at him, putting her hands on her hips and saying, "Hey, are you going to watch and laugh or are you going to help?"

Jim strode over, noting how she didn't flinch away from him when he came near her. As small as it was, he counted it as a victory and let it lift his spirits. His hand wrapped around Daylight's hilt, and he felt something odd holding. Dismissing the feeling, he pulled it out of the wall with no effort and handed it to her. A quick glance showed that it only went through stone, no wires or beams.

His ears flicked as he heard the back door opening. Jim turned to the others. "We're about o have guests, please don't panic when you see them. Claire, could you give me Daylight?" Seeing her look of confusion, he elaborated. "The sword." She nodded and handed it to him.

It felt far too small for him. Still, he lifted it before him. When the Blinky quietly opened the stairs, the first thing he saw was Daylight. "Ah good, you've already used the amulet!" He exclaimed, clapping his four hands together. His six eyes blinked out of synch, the action so familiar that Jim wanted nothing more than to hug his surrogate father.

Claire screamed again. The loud noise startled Blinky into examining the room, noticing three humans and some… thing. He also noticed that it was the smaller female who was wearing the Daylight armor, and the thing was wearing a similar armor, but it was red and black.

He blinked again.

AAARRRGGHH! then stuck his face into the doorframe, a large grin adorning it. "Hello," he said in his rumbling voice. Blinky motioned for the Krubera to come down the stairs as he moved down them himself.

As AAARRRGGHH! struggled his way through the doorframe, Blinky warily surveyed Jim. Walking around him, he slipped his lower pair of arms into the knapsacks on either side of him. Jim knew very well what he kept in those.

Edging backwards slowly, as to not set off the dwärkstone-slinging troll, he carefully handed Daylight back to Claire. Blinky observed the action, carefully pulling his arms out of the sacks. AAARRRGGHH! finally managed his way down the stairs, smiling at the humans.

Toby's mouth hung open, and Barbara carefully picked up the fire poker near the furnace. It was at that moment that Blinky focused all his attention on Jim. "What are you?"

"My name is James Lake Jr. I'm the Trollhunter."

"Preposterous! The amulet clearly called for Claire Nuñez, not James… hold on. It did call for a James Lake, but it stopped. That normally only happens if the called one is dead!"

Jim lifted his right arm, calling up Eclipse. The humans gasped, and the trolls leaned back warily. "Or he already has his own amulet."

Blinky blinked. "But how…? And why is your armor different?"

"I was just about to explain that to the humans. Do you want to listen in, too?"

Blinky patted his companion's arm. "I believe it would be best that AAARRRGGHH and I heard this story, yes." Everyone found something to sit on, and Blinky plopped down on the arm of his giant companion.

He was able to get through the story without being interrupted this time, as Toby had already heard it. His mother listened with concern, Claire in wonder, and he couldn't really gauge the two trolls' reactions.

He left out anything having to do with his relationship with Claire or Blinky, not wanting to pressure them into starting anything with him out of some sense of guilt or pity.

When he was done, a silence fell over the group. Jim looked around nervously, his stomach feeling queasy with nervous energy, waiting for them to react.

Blinky stood up. He walked over to Jim, circling him and lifting his arms as if he was examining him. Eventually, he grabbed the half-troll's chin and turned his head this way and that, peering at him more closely. He even looked inside of his mouth. Once he as done with his examination, though, he did unthinkable.

He hugged Jim.

Shocked, Jim didn't return the hug, nor did he move. His eyes were wide, and his mouth fell open. Blinky gently butted his head with his own forehead, which prompted the rise of some instinct within him, forcing him to butt back with a small yip in his throat.

Blinky nearly laughed. Instead, he hummed, and gently brought Jim back in front of him by his shoulders. "Yes, I thought so," he said, a smile on his face. "There is no need to worry, son. I am proud of you."

Jim's eyes flitted to his own. "How did you know?"

"The way you kept glancing at me throughout your story, as if seeking my approval. It's a common action among troll children."

At this point, Barbara spoke up in confusion. "Wait a minute here, Jim's father is a human."

"Surrogate dad, mom." He sighed. "He told me that's what he saw me as after I got turned into… this." He turned back to Blinky. "What was that thing with butting heads that we just did?"

"A familial greeting, one in which you, the son, defer respect to me, the father. It's instinctual, and not something that you would have been capable of doing had your story not been true."

"Oh." He shifted his weight from foot to foot. Then glanced over at Claire, who seemed to be deep in thought. "Claire?" She looked up at him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just… trying to process everything here." She laughed a bit. "Guess I'm going to have to cancel that play."

"But you've really wanted it for such a long time!"

"I think this is a bit more important." She shrugged. "It's not that bad. I mean, instead of the play, now I get to learn sword fighting and magic. That's a pretty good trade to me!"

Jim held back all the things he wanted to say, like 'you're really going to regret that statement in a very small amount of time.'

AAARRRGGHH! leaned forward and sniffed Jim. Then he also headbutted him, a rumbling in the back of his throat. "Brother," he said. Jim reciprocated in kind, nuzzling him before pulling back.

Blinky clapped his hands together. "Well! I do believe that we have all learned quite a bit from this encounter. It would be for the best if we were all to retreat to our own domiciles in order to digest the information. Perhaps we should all meet here tomorrow night, where the Trollhunters can be taken to Trollmarket?"

Barbara shook her head. "I don't think so. If my son is going to be going in there, then so am I."

Toby agreed with her. "Yeah! I'm not leaving Jimbo to go in there alone! Every adventure, it's always us together! Right, Jimbo?"

Jim laughed. "You bet, Tobes."

Claire cleared her throat, then piped up from her spot. "Maybe we should talk about the Darklands then, too." Everyone in the room looked pointedly at Jim, who rubbed the back of his head and laughed nervously.

"Uh, maybe we can just not do that?"

"Oh no, mister. If you think that you can get away with recklessly throwing yourself into danger, you've got another thing coming." Barbara crossed her arms, glaring at him.

Jim sighed. Again.

AN: I know that Jim is out of character with Morgana, but what do you expect? He's not the same Jim he used to be.