Author Note: This chapter is full of Clarim or Jlaire, whatever you prefer. I absolutely adore this couple and find them to be one of the most healthiest and cute pair in cartoon couples. But as there are many positives, there are a few negatives. In Trollhunters, Claire and Jim were loyal to each other. But in the end, it's Claire who has to support Jim. Even going as far as to travel with him across the country with a bunch of trolls to find a new Heartstone. Sure it was in the summer, but Claire is the only human going with them, she's spends at least three months underground, probably not seeing the sun and has no idea how to live without human resource on her own as a minor. In Wizards, Claire risks her neck all the time for Jim and constantly cares about him before anyone else. While Jim doesn't even think about Claire when they were apart. Here, Jim has to care about Claire's own needs and support her in her schedule. You can argue with me if you want. Bring it on!

Ten minutes of biking and no answer from Jim about where we're going, just, 'Wait when we get there' or 'It's a surprise.' We travel past houses and buildings that don't resemble our neighborhood and to a big park. It has a playground for kids, a car parking lot, and grass stretching acres long. It might be the evening, but the scenery is beautiful with teenage couples and laughing children.

We stop at a bike rack, and Jim gets off his, smiling. "Here we are!" He says with excitement. "What do you think?" He asks kindly, looking at me.

I get off my bike and lock it on the rack. I didn't expect to come here, but it's nice. "Ummm... I'm not disappointed but a bit confused." I say sheepishly.

Jim chuckles and walks towards me. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you why I took you here. I wanted to make you feel better about what happened today. I remember checking this out shortly after we came back home. I wanted to take you here but didn't find a good day for both of us since we had school and getting back to normal. There's an ice cream shop, and we could grab some." Jim explains, but his speech becomes more nervous as he goes further and stammers. His face and ears become pink.

I raise my eyebrow, grin, and cross my arms. "So, this is a date?" I ask, trying to hold a giggle.

"Yeah, if that's alright with you?" Jim answers and asks nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

I giggle and wrap my arms around Jim's neck. "It's alright with me; I find it cute," I mumble.

Jim sighs and wraps his arms around my waist, and we kiss. Not passionate, but sweet and tender. We part but stay holding one another, staring into one another's eyes.

"We don't usually get to have these times together. When we're always fighting magical creatures, traveling around space and time." Jim whispers as we're in public.

"Then let's make this a good time," I reply with a wink.

We let go and walked into the ice cream shop hand in hand. When we get to the desk, Jim orders a double scoop of chocolate chunk, and I get a double scoop of vanilla, making Jim chuckle.

"You picked the most simple flavor for a girl who likes adventure." He whispers in my ear.

I playfully swat him in the ribs. "Hey, I like vanilla. I haven't had it in a year, skinny legs!" I snap quietly, making Jim chuckle before we receive our ice cream, and Jim pays. Jim opens the door while I lick the sides of my second vanilla scoop. "Thank you, good sir," I say sarcastically, making Jim laugh. We started to walk away, and I noticed so many teen couples and children around, disappointing me.

"What's wrong?" Jim asks, concerned.

"May we go somewhere private with a better view of the sunset?" I mutter, remembering somewhere we've been together before.

Jim gives me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Claire. This is the best you can get." He sighs.

A light bulb hits me. "Can you hold our ice cream while I unlock our bikes?" I ask.

Jim blinks but shrugs his shoulders. "Sure."

I give him my cone and unlock our bikes. I take my bike and my cone and smirk at him. "Now it's my turn to take you someplace," I say confidently.

We walk to a dark corner with our bikes and ice cream in one hand. I make a portal, and we walk into it. I chose to go to the place where we danced during the spring fling.

Jim smiles as we place our bikes against a tree and sit on the bench where Jim first tried to ask me out. "Nice place. I wonder where you found it?" Jim asks sarcastically.

I roll my eyes. "I just wanted to be somewhere private, and it also reminded me of our good memories together," I reply softly, scooting closer to him.

"Yeah," Jim says softly. He stretches his left arm and wraps it around my shoulders, pulling me closer. "Our dance up here, our first kiss, all the times we spent together alone, even if they were few."

I sigh as I lick my ice cream. We stayed watching the sky move, eating ice cream, and enjoying the comfort of being close to each other. Jim plays with my hair with his hand, making me swat it away.

"What?" He asks, chuckling.

I brush my hand against my hair and sigh. "You know I hate how my hair is this long." I groan.

Jim gives me a reassuring smile. "Claire, you're hair is beautiful. No matter what length it is." He says sweetly.

I roll my eyes. "I like my hair short! I tried cutting a piece off, but it grew overnight." I whine.

"Maybe it's a sign? A beautiful one." Jim replies with a smirk. I playfully hit him, and he laughs. We return to eating our ice cream and looking ahead in the distance, but everything that happened this past week soon hits my head. I sigh and press my head on Jim's shoulder.

"Claire, are you alright?" Jim asks with concern.

I lift my head to look at Jim's concerned eyes. "I'm fine; just thinking about everything going on lately. Not to mention, someone might be after me. It's just scary, to say the least." I reply softly, trembling.

Jim gives me a reassuring smile. He puts his hands over my back and pulls me closer. "It's OK, Claire. I'm scared, too, but people around you won't let anything bad happen to you." He says softly while I take a bite out of my ice cream.

"You?" I tease, taping his nose.

Jim rolls his eyes. "I meant your parents and Douxie." He replies.

"My parents don't know about what's going on." I sigh.

"You have to tell them."

"But how should we explain it when they hear their daughter might be in danger? They will surely lock me up." I say sarcastically and roll my eyes. I snuggle my head against Jim's shoulder, still looking at him. "You can protect me like you did while we traveled across the country," I say softly, stroking his cheek with my free hand.

Jim chuckles, grabs my hand, and kisses it. "If your parents do that, Douxie, Toby, and I will help you, but I have no amulet or magic to fight off two demigods."

I shake my head. "Jim, the Amulet made you the Trollhunter, but you made yourself a hero. One little accessory doesn't define you; your actions and selflessness do." I say seriously, staring into my boyfriend's eyes.

Jim smiles and presses our foreheads together, one inch apart from my lips, but before he can make a move, I pull away and lick my ice cream, grinning.

"You tease." Jim chuckles, making me giggle.

We talk and laugh about the day while finishing our ice cream. We both get a brain freeze once and get ice cream on our noses. Instead of taking it off himself, I swipe the chocolate off Jim to my finger and lick it, grinning at him. He chuckles and does the same thing. When we're at the cone, the sky turns pink with orange clouds. I snuggle to Jim's side as we watch the sun slowly descend through the clouds and disappear.

As the sky becomes darker, Jim and I cuddle together. Jim wraps his arms around my waist, and I lean against his shoulder. He places his head on mine, and I put one hand on his chest. Jim's heartbeat quickens against my hand as I relax, making me grin.

"Why are you nervous, Jim?" I say seductively, making his heart beat faster. Jim's heartbeat always picks up when he's nervous.

"Oh, Ummm... it's nothing." Jim replies nervously, but his heartbeat says otherwise.

"I don't believe you. You're hiding something. What is it, Trollhunter?" I ask, trying to hold in a giggle.

Jim gulps and takes a deep breath. "I don't know what to get you for your birthday," Jim confesses timidly. "I thought of getting you a necklace, but you don't want to take off your family's necklace for me."

I giggle and lift my head to smirk at my boyfriend. "Yeah, you're right. When we were dating, this was my first birthday, but I'm sure you'll find a good present for me." I say softly, tapping Jim's chest with my fingers like a spider.

Jim laughs and pulls my arm away from his chest. "Stop!" He chuckles, smiling and tugging me closer. "You not making this easier."

"Ok, ok!" I laugh. "Some of my cousins, Mary and Darci, are taking me to get my ears pierced on the 14th. So, you can get me some earrings." I say more calmly. I lean up to Jim's ear. "But to give you a hint. Think of everything we've done together and what I like. Also, think of what we can do alone together." I whisper, crawling my fingers down to his stomach. I give him a soft but short kiss on the neck, making him shiver. Jim looks at me with shock but smiles in excitement. I grin at him seductively, hoping he can take a hint or two.

"Alright. I will think about it." Jim replies with a gulp. He pulls me closer, and we cuddle back up.

"Claire?"

"Yes?" I ask.

"What is your family like?" He asks, slightly shaky.

This question confuses me, and I pull away to stand up straight to look at Jim. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... When I met your parents, they were skeptical and didn't like me. I'm going to your mother's family manor and meet them for your birthday. I'm nervous about if they'll like me or treat me like your parents." Jim asks while rubbing the back of his neck.

I give him a concerned look and worried eyes. "It depends on who it is," I answer, nervously smiling.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say...not everyone in my maternal family will treat it kindly if they know you're my boyfriend, to say the least." I hiss painfully, rubbing the back of my neck.

"How many maternal family members do you have?"

I glance up and count in my head. "Ummm...about six aunts and uncles, 15 first cousins, and the head of the house are my grandparents at the minimum," I say nervously.

Jim's eyes widen. "Wow! You have more family members than I will ever have!" He says in shock.

"I said at the minimum. I don't remember all my removed second and third cousins or other aunts and uncles since I was 12." I reply, biting my lip.

Jim almost falls off the bench, and his eyes grow wider. "Oh my god! Do they all live at the manor?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Yes, and they live around the manor, too, but they all stay in Huntington, except for my mom."

Jim glances down at the ground and takes a breath. He looks back up with a nervous smile. "Sorry, I'm shocked you have a huge family, and that's just on your maternal side," Jim says, rubbing the back of his neck.

I giggle nervously and smile. "Yeah. My dad's family is smaller, but I barely see them since they live in Florida."

Jim smiles for a moment, but his expression becomes serious. "But to answer my question, why would your family not like me?"

I bit my lip and turned around, away from Jim's face. I clutch my fists and close my eyes tight. I want to tell what Jim will face because he has the right to, even though it will hurt.

"Claire, what's wrong?" Jim asks, but I don't respond. "Claire, look at me." He says, but I don't obey or even open my eyes. Fingers grab my chin, making me turn around. I open my eyes, and Jim stares at me with worried eyes. "Claire, what's wrong? Please tell me." He pleads with concern.

I can't turn away or close my eyes from those beautiful sapphire eyes. I shake my head and bite my lip to hold my tears. "My mother warned me about this before I invited you. My maternal family is different from those in Arcadia. They love and care about the family but are conservative and small-minded. Some are more liberal than others, but it's a tradition that matters more. My family doesn't like to associate much with what they call Gringos or Blancos. For friends, it's fine." I say with sadness. "But for romantic partners..." I stop and start to let out the tears and launch myself on Jim's chest.

Jim wraps his arms around me and rubs my back. "Shhhh, shhh. Claire, what is it?" Jim says softly in my ear. I take a deep breath and try to calm down with Jim's soft and warm touch on my back as I grip his jacket. I regain my composure, and Jim lifts my chin. "Claire, what's wrong?" He pleads.

I take another deep breath. "Many of my family members are racist, and they won't accept you as my boyfriend and will definitely make you regret ever meeting me." I cry.

Jim's eyes widen, and he frowns. "Why?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

I bite my lip, trying not to cry. "They despise the idea of an intercultural relationship in our family. They will spit, curse, or shout insults in Spanish or beat you up." I reply sadly.

Jim's eyes widen, and I feel more guilty. Jim takes a deep breath and shrugs. "Well, I guess they're Capulets, and I'm a Romeo." He says sarcastically but still frowns.

I chuckle and blink to let a few tears down my cheeks.

Jim catches them with his thumb. "Does everyone in your family think that way?"

I shake my head. "No. Some of my cousins and Abuela will adore you if you make a nice first impression." I answer, chuckling nervously. "I have a cousin named Diego who would love to meet you. My Abuela will probably like you the most, and that's good because she's the head of the family." I add.

Jim smiles and leans closer to me. He grabs my chin and pulls me closer. "Claire, I don't know what to expect from your family, but I can definitely prepare for what's coming." He says softly. His hands move down to my cheeks. "Your family is an important part of you; you must have that connection, and if they hate me, I will do whatever I can to get them to accept me. I love you, and there's nothing that's going to keep me from you." He says seriously. "Besides, we've been through worse. Threats, space and time, monsters, death, and the world almost ending, but through all that, we're still together." He says with a small smile.

I smile and press my forehead against Jim's. "Thank you!" I mumble.

We lock eyes, and slowly, we press our lips together. Jim parts his lips, and our kiss grows deeper. I wrap my arms around Jim's neck while he wraps around my waist, but instead of being short and sweet, Jim doesn't pull away. He licks my lower lip, and I moan, opening my mouth. Jim's tongue slips in, and I almost melt as our kiss becomes passionate. I wrap my fingers around Jim's hair, and he pulls me closer, making our kiss deeper. The butterflies and heat rise inside through every part of my body, from my stomach. Oh my god, this feels good! No-Great! Suddenly, a strong but trembling urge for something travels between my thighs. The kiss is intense, feeling good and passionate.

We break for air, and I breathe heavily, staring longingly into my boyfriend's handsome sapphire eyes. "Wow!" I manage to gasp.

Jim smiles and presses his forehead to mine. "That was intense." He replies, making me smile nervously.

We hold and stare at each other momentarily until Jim lets me go. I sigh, getting off him and turning to look at the sky.

"How was it?" Jim asks.

I blush and turn my eyes back to him. "It... it felt...good. Really good, to be honest." I say sheepishly before biting my lip. "How did you like it?"

Jim chuckles. "Amazing, can't even describe it." He says with a smile, making me blush harder. "You're a good kisser."

"So are you," I admit shyly.

But the moment is cut short when I get a headache, making me groan in pain, feeling like a heat wave is flying over me, and cold water is thrown at me.

"Claire, what's wrong?" Jim asks with concern.

"I'm getting a headache." I moan.

"Then we best to get you home. Besides, your parents will kill me if we stay longer." He replies nervously.

I look up at the sky and sigh deeply. "You're right." I agree with a groan, and we let go to get up. "But can we ride home together without the portal? From here, I know the way to my house and don't feel good using my magic."

"Sure." He agrees and gives me a peck on the lips.

We gather our stuff and get on our bikes. We start biking at my house until the air becomes cold and tense, making me stop.

"Claire, what's wrong?" Jim asks while making a sudden stop.

I ignore him and look around. Aside from the street lights and dark vegetation, I can't see anything but sense something wicked is near, and my headache worsens. "I think someone is following us," I answer Jim's question.

We look around, and I hear a thud behind us. We turn around and patiently wait for something to appear in the darkness. I hear a hissing sound, and my necklace starts glowing. A Shadow Mephit launches itself out of the dark, making me and Jim scream.

"Go!" I shout as we start cycling the opposite way, but more Shadow Mephits pop from the trees and bushes. I shot a spell or two at them but couldn't fight back on a bike or with one hand.

"What the hell are those things?" Jim shouts.

"Those are Shadow Mephits! We met them in New Jersey briefly! They're from the Arcane Order!" I shout back.

We cycle through long, narrow roads and tight turns, but the Mephits keep following and gaining on us. When we get to a bride, the Shadow Mephits try to leap on Jim and me, but I blast them away. I shake to the bone when I see the dark figure with glowing yellow eyes on a building when we get to town.

"Jim, look up!" I shout and point up. "It's the same figure I saw in my dream!"

Jim looks up, and his eyes widen. As we cycle, the shadow leaps across the buildings and runs faster to catch up. "Claire, we need to find a way to your house!" Jim shouts.

I look forward, and a map comes into my head of how to get home. "Come on! I know a way!" I shout at him, cycling straight ahead.

We turn and zip past parked cars while the Shadow Mephits run closer on our tail as I follow the purple line path in my head. My heartbeat races as fast as pushing my legs. I look over my shoulder, and the shadow follows us from the rooftop. My headache becomes almost unbearable, and I pray to keep myself growing. My heart skips when I turn to check on the roof. "Danm it! Where did it go?" I mutter and frantically try to look for the shadow figure.

The Shadow Mephits launch at us, and I try my best to blast at them to protect Jim and not fall off my bike.

"What should we do!?" Jim shouts, looking panicked.

I try to think from my headache, my heart beating fast, and trying to avoid falling. I remember what Douxie said about Shadow Mephits. "We need fire! Mephits are vulnerable to fire, but we don't have any, and I can't make it yet!" I reply as we turn a tight corner.

I look frantically around for a way to stop the Mephits and get to safety. They can walk through any matter. They won't stop running, but I have an idea, but it's risky. "Jim! Follow me, and whatever happens, don't stop!" I shout at him. He nods his head, and we continue to cycle through the streets. The Shadow Mephits continues to chase us, and the shadow figure leaps.

"Shadowdancer! The Arcane Order wants you!" It shouts, sounding deep and masculine.

I shake in fear and look forward. There are still more streets of buildings up ahead. There's no one out to help us, and we can't lead this creature to our houses. I'm exhausted and turn around to Jim, looking the same way. "Jim! We have to turn down this alley up ahead!" I shout at him.

"No! We can't! That's a dead end, Claire!"

"Trust me!" I argue. We reach the alley, and the shadow figure launches at me. "Now!" I scream, and we turn into the alley. I open up a portal, and I pray this will work. The dead end comes nearer and nearer. There's no stopping now. We're in a tight alley and pedaling fast. I shut my eyes, ready for a crash. It doesn't come. I keep cycling.

I peek one eye open to find ourselves cycling near a bridge. We stop and catch our breath. Jim and I are breathless, and I turn around if anyone is behind or following us.

"Hey...you alright?"

I turn my head to Jim, who is also panting but stands up straight from the episode we were in. "Yeah... A bit shook up..." I pant, horrified and scared. I take deep breaths and slowly stand up straight. "What the hell happened back there!"

"I don't know, but we shouldn't stick around long and get to your house," Jim says nervously.

I nod, and we slowly cycle toward the bridge. I know this bridge. Jim, Toby, and I ride on this bridge daily, but we hardly focus on the canal from Trollmarket being destroyed and do not feel the pain. I shake it off and cycle down to the canal.

"Claire! Wait!" Jim shouts, but I don't listen.

I travel down the slop and turn to where the entrance of Trollmarket would be. It's sealed, but the stone is black. I bit my lip and started to feel emotional. Trollmarket was a beautiful and wondrous place. When I was down there, it felt like a second home, so it was hard to handle when it was destroyed.

All those trolls lost their home to a witch's evil decision. They had to travel for months, trying to find another Heartstone. That wasn't their choice, but they had to do it to survive. I sigh in defeat and lower my head. I think about all my regrets of going with the trolls and start to tear up quietly again.

"Claire, are you ok?" Jim asks, concerned.

"Sorry, I cycle away. I wanted to go down the canal again, but it made me feel like crap instead." I say softly.

Jim turned to where I looked and sighed in defeat. "I know what you mean... It's hard to visit something reminding you of your failures." He says sadly. He lowers his head and sighs again in defeat. I approach him and place a hand on his back. He looks up and sighs. "Sorry... It just hurts." He mumbles. He stands up straight and takes a deep breath.

"I wish I could restore everything in Trollmarket," I mumble.

"Why would you say that?" Jim asks, raising his eyebrow.

I don't say anything and look into Jim's eyes, biting my lip. Words don't need to be said for how we feel now. "Come on, Jim; we need to go home," I say softly, and we silently cycle to my house.

When we get to my street, I stop, get off my bike and walk instead. Jim follows, too, walking beside me. I look at my phone, and it says 6:00 p.m. My parents might yell at me, but I couldn't care less. It's been a long day.

"Claire?"

I turn to look at Jim. "Yes."

"If anything happens to you, and I mean anything, call or tell me. After what happened to you on Sunday, the note, the nightmares, and what happened a few minutes ago, I'm really scared for you. I am scared for your safety. I'm scared something bad will happen to you and that something or someone is after you. You have to tell your parents, too!" He says with worry as we walk up to my house.

"I know. I'm scared, too. Don't think I don't see that." I reply softly, trying to hold myself together. I clutch my bike's handlebars and take a deep breath. "But we have limited resources and don't fully know what's happening."

We stop in front of my house, and I turn to Jim. He drops his bike and cups my face. "Claire, I don't want to lose you. You are so important to your family and your friends. To me. I don't want anything bad to happen to you, and I want to protect you if danger comes your way." He says seriously.

I let go of my bike and rested my hands on his shoulders. "Don't worry, Jim. I'm safe for now."

Our eyes meet and lock. "Just promise me you will tell us if this happens again. Promise?" Jim says with his hands trembling.

I nod and press my forehead to his. "I promise."

We stay in silence for a while. Jim takes a few deep breaths and calms down. I smile, and we hug. "I love you, Jim. My Romeo. My Trollhunter." I mumble in his ear.

We let go, and Jim smiles. "I love you too. My Juliet. You're a strong warrior and a pure soul." He says softly.

We share a short kiss, and I grab my bike to walk to my garage, but I stop by a couple of steps and turn around. "Jim!"

Jim looks at me after grabbing his bike. "Yes?"

"Tomorrow, I'll come by your house to tell you what to bring at Huntington. And despite what happened, that was one of the best nights I've had. Thank you for taking me out." I reply sweetly and smile.

"You're welcome, Claire." He says sweetly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I wave as Jim cycles his way home. I walk into my dark garage. I take my time putting my bike away and slowly opening the door to my house. "Mom, Dad, NotEnrique! I'm home!" I call out, holding my head up high. I fear what's happening, but I won't run away and cry. I need to face it head-on and be brave.

Author Note: I not sorry for a lot of fluff. I can't get enough of this couple! They are too adorable together! After this story, I'll make a romantic one-short story of these two. But there was some action, magic and drama. Please review.