trollhunters (but with the parents)

The Lakes

"Blee? Or was it Blake? Bar-barbara? Yes! Barbara.." Walter muttered to himself as he locked his car doors and made his way up to their steps. 

THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK. 

oh goodness. That didn't not sound safe.

He pressed his head against the door a bit trying to hear if anyone was hurt.  

"Oh good job, Barb! You broke another glass." he heard a voice say from inside the house.

Was that her husband? No she wasn't married..

He hesitated before tapping the door twice.  

"Just a sec!" Walt heard the voice say again. He took a step back and waited.  There were a few more clanks and thumps before he heard footsteps running to the door.

Barbara opened the door so fast,  it almost blew him away. She was shocked as well. The man standing in front of her looked familiar but she couldn't remember where she had seen him.

"Hi.. I'm one of Jim's teacher, Mr. Strickler." He said,  hesitating a bit between words.

Barbara smiled. Parent teacher conferences..

"Right.. Oh! um, come in." she said, feeling a gust of wind brush against her body.

Walt smiled and stepped in. Their house was simple. So simple,  it was actually quite lovely.
He chuckled to himself, walking into the living room. Barbara was a little shocked how he just made himself at home. 

Walt out his hands behind his back, looking at some of their pictures. Barbara smiled for a moment but then took it back.

"Is there a problem with Jim?" She said, taking a step towards him. Walt snapped out of his trance and turned to her. 

"No, no, of course not." He chuckled. "I'm just concerned about his behavior."

Barbara sighed. "Oh good. Well, its just that whenever one of his teachers calls me, its not something good."

Walter smiled. "I promise, its nothing bad"

Barbara smiled. "Here, let me make you some tea." She walked off into the kitchen. Walter nodded after she had left, still looking around the house. He stopped when he saw a picture of Barbara as a collage graduate with Jim standing to her side. 

"You graduated when Jim was that young?" He asked, still looking. She turned to him. 

"Oh yeah. I was only eighteen when i had Jim. His dad was, well, supposed to just be a one night stand.. But then I got pregnant. I told him and he said we should settle down and raise Jim. I guess I was the only one who settled though. So after he left, I decided to pick myself up and go to collage." Barbara rambled. She sighed. Why did she just tell all that to a stranger?

"That was quite the story, Miss Lake." Walt said, sitting on a stool at the kitchen bar. 

"Its funny, i don't even knew why i said it all. Most the time  i keep that stuff locked away."

"Well, I'm sorry."

"No! Its not your fault at all."

This is when Jim came. 

"Hey mom. You'll never guess-" He started to say as he walked around the corner. Then stopped in the doorway.

"Mr. Strickler?" He said, sounding confused. 

Walter smiled as Barbara set down a cup of tea next to him. He turned to her and nodded before picking it up.

"Hello, Jim." He said.

Around a half an hour went by. All they did was talk. Jim almost cried once. They spoke about how he had a lot on his shoulders and how a boy his age shouldn't. Jim tried to tell them he liked doing the work. But neither, Barbara nor Walter, believed him. 

Then Walter stood up. "I've really overstayed my welcome." Barbara smiled and walked him to the door. 

"Hey, um, thank you." She said. Walt looked to her. "I cant ever get him to talk to me anymore.'

Walt chuckled and smiled. "I'm sure i had nothing to do with it. I just pointed out the problem. I don't even think Jim knew about it."

Barbara smiled, and leaned against the door. Walt smiled back at her and waved goodbye. She waved back. 

Walters smile faded as soon as he reached his car. They were wonderful people. He wished he had a family like them. 

'Stop daydreaming. It will never happen,' His mind told him. He sighed. Something else did too.

"Bular." Walter turned to see the large troll standing behind him. He crossed his arms.

"Are you stalking me, now?"

Bular snarled and looked to the kitchen window. 

"You seemed to be enjoying their company." He said.

Walter scoffed. "Well, of course I did. They decent people." Bular chuckled. 

"You better not become attached. You do remember what happened the last time you had love for a human?"

Walter glared at Bular, his eyes turned yellow until they filled with tears. 

"I remember." Walt said through his teeth, turning around. He couldn't let Bular see the tears.

"Good. Now get out. You need rest." Bular chuckled. He was in charge now. Or so he thought. But he would find that out later. 

"I could say the same to you." Walter straightened his jacket. He walked back to his car, getting in and starting the engine. He waited until Bular was gone, then thunked his head back on the car seat. Two tears steamed down his cheeks. 

His mother had been the human he had loved. He was 'to attached' to her. Apparently he 'loved her more than his work'. And that was true, of course. He loved a lot more that his work. But he remembered the day they killed her. First they made him change in front of her. So she would hate him, he guessed. But she didn't. She just smiled. She told him she loved him and that she thought he was beautiful. All Walter could was cry and try to hold her before they carried her off. He hated that about himself. I could never bring himself to do something. He was a coward. At least, that's what he called himself. But not anymore. Now he was the Trollhunter. He could do anything.