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

89 CLAIRE 89

[A/N: I'm really sorry, guys-- with finals coming up (an essay, a trifold board, experiment and experiment packet-- for one class) I'm all over the place. I'll try not to do it again. Oh! And incase you don't know, I write at least ten chapters ahead and I'm warning y'all now, 100 is going to be loooong...]

"YOUR PLAN'S INSANE." Claire told them with a finality no one dared argue. "...Which is exactly why it might just work. If we can make them think that there's another threat that's bigger than what we pose and throw a big enough stone in a far enough lake, they'll leave us alone," She agreed.

"But the risk!" Blinky protested in exasperation, not liking the revised plan anymore than the previous, maybe even less.

"From what I've seen, Blinky, the benefits outweigh it by a metric ton. There's no contest. We have to try." Claire told him, only partially apologetic. She turned her gaze to Strickler and an oddly silent Skyping NotEnrique and a not-so-oddly quiet Arrrgh who was "babysitting" "Enrique" as M'gann managed to convince her team that they needed to celebrate Connor's adoption at the café that had been suggest by Steve and Eli (which was twenty minutes away from TrollMarket by bike, ten by Vespa (which none of them had)).

"I agree with sis," NotEnrique speaks up. "This is our best chance to get the Junior League out of our hair." He turned to Arrrgh. "...No offense."

Arrrgh grunted good naturedly, rubbing NotEnrique's head with his hand. "None taken."

Claire's lips twitched a bit at the interaction before refocusing her efforts on the discussion at hand. "So who is it gonna be?" She practically demanded. "Blinky and Arrrgh's human forms have already been seen, NotEnrique and Strickler are Changlings, so they're out of the question and we obviously can't allow it to be a real Troll. So who do we use?" Claire demands.

"What about that big lug Draal?" NotEnrique suggests flippantly, earning himself a flick on the ear from Arrrgh, who frowned at him disappointedly.

"He doesn't have the skills, neither acting nor the social. They'd never believe that he was the shark in the water." Strickler interjected. "Besides, his conviction would give him away and we can't risk landing him there with Martian Manhunter."

Claire paused in her thoughts, grimacing. "...What if we locked his memories away, only let him remember how important this was and stuck in a couple humanized Trolls like Bagdwella, maybe give Blinky a needle. His dislike of the plan will be obvious and genuine and we could Bagdwella in a lab coat and they'd just think she was a curious scientist. We could use the Janus Order's old headquarters to stage it. All some of the rooms need is a good wipe down." Ah, the wonders of what happens when the ex-leader of a spy organization and his top lieutenants side with you...

Strickler and NotEnrique stared at her appraisingly.

"A good plan," Strickler compliments. "but we need more details than that."

"Alright, well, M'gann knows, and she's a lot more powerful than her uncle..." Claire starts slowly. "She could block off the memories."

"But he might sense a signature or find a crack." Strickler pointed out.

"We could ask and make sure first," Claire shoots back. "She's just as determined as we are to make sure no one touches the Lakes. We could ask." She reiterates.

Arrrgh shrugged. "Couldn't hurt."

Strickler frowned thoughtfully. "I'll look through my books, see if there's anything that could better lock up his memories or even just hide her signature if she has one. Blinky?"

"...I don't like this."

"Noted. Will you look however?"

The Troll sighed, his four arms dropping from their place crossed across his chest. "...Oh... fine... anything for Master Jim."