[TO BE REWRITTEN] LEGENDS NEVER DIE {Trollhunters/Young Justice}

31 CLAIRE 31

IT WAS GOING to be a helluva lot harder than they had originally thought to communicate.

Claire grit her teeth as she reviewed what she was reading. 'Damnit,' She thought to herself, 'they really thought hard about this.' She pursed her lips, leaning back in her seat. 'What to do... I doubt they realize I got Blinky to protect our minds with magic... maybe I could talk to Blinky about something to link our minds... but they could potentially steal anything physical is the problem, and Troll jewelry isn't exactly pretty or subtle...' Claire frowns, getting up to pace. 'They have a mind reader, a speedster, someone with super hearing, a genius who'll probably bug us if we get too suspicious, a relative of three top-notch assassins and a magician, not mentioning an Atlantian.' Claire's frown deepened as she continued to pace. 'They can't read our minds because of Blinky's magic, but Zatanna could potentially reverse that. We can't send texts because of Wally, Grayson and probably Artemis, too. We can't call because of Connor, and we don't know his range because his file says he doesn't know. We don't have a code since Blinky insisted there should be no need-- note to self: hit Blinky with staff the next time you see him-- and we certainly didn't plan for a comms compromise of this magnitude... I need to talk to NotEnrique.'

Claire walks into Enrique's room, glances around and shuts and locks the door. "Hey, Enrique..."

NotEnrique slips out from under his blanket. "Cut the act, sis. Just us. Made sure of it."

The tension dropped from Claire's shoulders. "What do we do?" She asked desperately, needing advice.

NotEnrique pursed his lips. "Dunno, sis."

Claire groaned a bit, leaning against the door. "We really stuck our feet in it this time, didn't we?"

"Yup." A short silence fell across them before NotEnrique said, "Look, it isn't much, but I can put a firewall up on your phones so you can at least text in peace."

Claire shook her head, sighing. "Not enough. Besides, it could worsen the situation. This is risky enough."

Silence swept over them only to be abruptly shattered once more as the thought hits him, "Strickler. He probably knows something that could help. Just somehow tell him. Then get Jim in trouble. Every Monday he does his specials, right?"

"That's four days away!" Claire nearly snarls in a whisper as she catches on.

"Do you have any better ideas?!" NotEnrique snaps back with his own snarl.

Claire falls silent, head falling. "...No..."