Trollhunters - Jim x [Female] Reader (COMPLETED)

Part 14 (S3)

"Hmm..." I woke to Merlin's voice in the kitchen, followed by his repetitive need to open and close the refrigerator door. "Fascinating.." I walked in, grabbing his wrist.
"Please. Stop. That. Racket." I was extremely tired from the not-so-good night of sleep I had.
"But how do you know the light goes out when you shut the door?" The wizard asked. I face palmed myself before opening the fridge.
"You see this?" I pointed to a small lever at the top of the door and pushed it in. The light went out. "The door hits this and shuts it off."
"Strange..." He stood up and examined the freezer next.
"I never expected Merlin to be in my house," Barbara walked in, mainly talking to Jim. Claire laughed from the other room.
"You've had trolls, goblins, and changelings here. Why not a wizard?" She asked happily. My gaze fell on Jim, travelling from his shoes, to his jeans, all the way up to his hair. The way it fell lazily over his forehead when he concentrated made me hate myself even more for what I had done.
"Merlin, the Immortal. What an honor!" Strickler kneeled excitedly. "Allow me to introduce myself. Waltolomew Stricklander. Well, Strickler for short. I've been mentoring the Trollhunter--"
"Spare me the life story," Merlin cut him off, unamused. "Now, and forever, changeling." This broke Strickler's spirit. As much as I didn't like him, I knew it was necessary to hold out my hand, helping him up.
"Ugh.. Rude much?" I scoffed.
"Oh put a cork in it, princess," Merlin retorted, sitting down at the dining room table. I rolled my eyes, taking a plate with an omelet that Jim handed to me. Sitting down on the couch next to Claire and Toby, I saw no need to listen in on the conversation. I was too busy spacing off. Jim found his way over to us and sat down. The longer I looked at him, the more I regretted my decision.
"It's been centuries since I've eaten," Merlin pulled me out of my trance. "Metalface, here, is lucky I didn't eat him back in the cave." We all stared at the wizard with wide eyes. Toby dropped his fork and nervously laughed.
"He's joking right?" He turned to me. I slowly shook my head, the horrified expression still on my face.
"Hm.. not really," Merlin remarked, taking another bite of his food, and wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Time is of the essence. Take me to the nearest blacksmith at once!"
"Uhh.. what?" Jim asked.
"Um, well.. Merlin, unfortunately those aren't really a thing anymore.." I told the wizard.
"Whatever do you mean?" He looked around. "What year is it, anyways?"
"2018..?" I answered nervously.
"What?!" The wizard pushed himself to a standing position. "This can't be possible. I've been asleep for nine hundred years?! Oh well.. I guess when you mess with time, it seems to mess back. Come along now. I am in need of a blacksmith at once."
"Like I said, that's not very common nowadays. Jim? Maybe you could help him out.." I looked at the boy who was staring at me, shaking his head slowly. He stood up, gesturing for us to follow him downstairs.
"We have a couple of tools, and some old Christmas decorations. Will that work? Or... what are you making, exactly?" Jim asked, digging in a box to pull out a red ornament.
"That's none of your concern now," Merlin took a wrench from a board and played with the weight for a second before looking around. "No forge? No grindstone? Not even a.. bellows?"
"No," Toby replied, "but.. Jimbo has a garage door! Check this out! Open." He switched a lever, opening the door. "Close!" The boy repeated the process a few more times.
"Oh... This will have to do.." Merlin sighed.
"When you said you put in a safeguard," Claire changed the subject. "How long do safeguards typically gaurd.. safely?"
I must not have been paying attention when he said that..
"Yeah, are we talking weeks? Years?" Toby asked as well. Merlin seemed to ignore them and violently kicked Jim's vespa before the Trollhunter pushed him back.
"Depends on Gunmar's cleverness. A few hours." The wizard now inspected another box on the other side of the room.
"But you can stop him, right?" Toby inquired.
"I have lost most of my magic," Merlin said flatly. "(Y/n) has lost most of her memory. You are lucky this old bucket knows a few spells! I need you to acquire a few items first."
"What sort of items?" Jim asked.
"I'm sure nothing too difficult to gather," Merlin waved them off. "Lend me your quill. I shall write you a list."
"We're fresh out of quills," Jim mumbled.
"Again, Wizard, that stuff isn't a thing in this day and age," I corrected him. "We have pens and pencils and such, now."
"You could text it," Toby added, holding up his phone. "There's also texting."
"Ugh..." Merlin grumbled. "I desire one of these.. what do you call them? Pens. You. Metalmouth. Fetch one at once." Toby rolled his eyes while walking up the stairs. The wizard turned to me. "I assume you still carry parchment."
"Not the kind you're used to, but yes." I dug out a stack of paper from one of the boxes in the corner. Toby returned with a pen in hand, and Merlin snatched it from him. The wizard began to scrawl out words on the paper I had given him.
"I sense a growing sadness in you, (Y/n). It is far worse than my empathy this previous night."
"(Y/n), you're sad?" Toby asked. "You don't look sad. How long have you been sad?"
"Toby, I.. don't want to talk about it right now." Merlin suddenly shoved the paper into Jim's hands.
"Off you go, all of you. (Y/n), stay behind." The three of my friends gave me a confused look before heading upstairs.