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

88 CLAIRE 88

CLAIRE WAS PISSED. That seemed to be an automatic for her these days.

The Troll Whelp wasn't the Troll they were looking for, apparently, and Strickler was hiding something.

Again.

Of course, Claire already confronted him (by knifepoint, of course) about it and she knew his tic (though she'd never tell him that his left ankle always twitches to the right when he lies), so there was no lying to her; he told her the truth when he said that if it became a threat he couldn't handle with the remains of his shattered (but still very strong) network then he would tell them. He was also telling the truth when he told her that this revelation would set Connor, Jim and Dr. Lake's bonding back by, potentially, years.

That was something Claire was not willing to risk.

She studied him him throughly, scrutinizing every detail of his body language, his clothing's wear, how his hair was styled-- she recalled every bit of Psychology she had learned and put it to use-- he was stressed-- very stressed-- over something large, but based on the way his jaw was clenched and the determination in his eyes told her that he thought this was for the greatest good: the Lakes.

And that meant Claire was in, damn all the consequences. "Whatever you're up to, I'm in." She demanded grimly with a snap and a glare, her arms crossed.

He looked at her in utter shock.

"Someone has to keep you in line."