Trollhunters: The Written Future

Bittersweet Sixteen

Author's Note:

The edits are near the end, now it's just simply fixing the reactions, not the story format so it makes it WAY easier. Yes, Claire and Jim are now closer and you have been noticing them be more comfortable.

Yes, Claire just asked Jim to the dance and their relationship didn't move as fast as it is in the show, but they are not official, they are just getting comfortable because after all, they did almost kiss in the episode: The Shattered King

I just love Jlaire.

Starting the episode was a view above the clouds which had been tinted with a light pink that blended with a bright purple. The sight was simple yet breathtaking. The camera continued through the beautiful sky affected by the sunrise before it dipped into the blanket of pink and towards the ground which was covered by a countless amount of trees.

Dramatic music and the sounds of large wings beating against the air had accompanied the scene In the mess of trees was a road that had been paved into a dead-end street, a few houses circling the road.

"Wait.... What? What's going on?" Eli wondered, "A flying beast?"

Jim shivered, remembering what was going to happen. Birthdays were still a bust to him, first, his father leaves and he spends countless birthdays in utter heartbreak, then he gets electrocuted because some Stalking was sent to kill him. He was not happy.

It continued to dive until a certain house was in the field of vision. The Lake residence. The flap of the wings continued until it buried itself into the tree standing tall beside the home. Three windows were focused on but one had been its main target as it growled.

Claire leaned forward, Jim told her about this after he explained his secret to her, but she only heard about the Vespa and called it the "best birthday ever."

Inside the targeted window was Jim who slept peacefully while the creature advanced slowly, the growl rumbling softly but still caused tension. Inside the room, a wall with a Vespa blueprint and the very same window the creature had been looking in, were the only thing on camera.

Until Jim suddenly rose from his sleep with a cry of panic as the growl rudely woke him from his sleep. His electric blue eyes twisted to the door, finding his mother with a tray in her hands.

"Wake up, wake up!" Barbara called out as she advanced toward her son. "Don't want to sleep through your big day."

"Big day?" The kids said, looking at him suspiciously.

"Big day," Jim mumbled, slouching in his seat. He didn't want to relive this again.

"Big day?" Jim asked gently with an unsure smile.

"The big day you start with Mom's special birthday pancakes!" She handed the tray to Jim with a large smile, however, as her son took the breakfast tray from her, he looked at the meal with a sad look. The camera fell to the said pancakes.

"Aww happy birthday Jim!"

"Well it isn't really his birthday, in the show it is, but in real life, it isn't so telling him happy birthday without adding the word early in it is very irrelevant."

"Oh shut it. I'm being nice!"

"WAIT! She cooked, and from what I've seen. She shouldn't be." Barbara glared at the student.

A candle had been stuck in the stack of flapjacks as a trail of syrup had created a disturbing smile. The eyes of the pancake where no help at all as one slowly dripped, causing the simple food to look - well there was no words Jim could describe how it looked but he did mention: