H i. Who else was ruined by season three? AhA- well, here's something to ruin you some more. I really wanted to write Claire's thoughts on when they thought Jim was dead, so voila!

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Her friends press in on her in relived excitement, their faces bright as they laugh. 'We did it,' Claire thinks proudly. 'We really did it.' Morgana, the Great Witch and Eldritch Queen herself, is finally gone for good. Blinky slings an arm across her shoulders and shakes her lightly. "Morgana's magic has finally been defeated, thanks to you, Claire!" He exclaims with a sharp-toothed grin. Claire smiles back and laughs. "No," She responds breathlessly. "Thanks to all of us." After all, she barely did anything. They all worked together to defeat Morgana- Claire just did the last step. However, they owe the biggest thanks to the true Trollhunter. If it wasn't for him, they would have a lot more problems to deal with.

Claire's relieved thoughts suddenly stop dead in their tracks and her smile slips off her face- a look of pure horror replacing it instead. How could they have forgotten?

Claire's brown eyes search frantically over the bridge and various broken pieces of cement before landing on familiar armor- the figure laying still on the ground a few feet away. "Jim!" She shouts in fear, her feet slipping underneath herself as she scrambles to a standing position. Jim had jumped in front of them to protect them from Morgana's magic, but that couldn't have killed him, right? Claire runs as fast as she can to her boyfriend's side, nearly tripping over rocks and other debris along the way. He has to be fine, right? She drops to her knees beside him, her hand hovering over the black armor on his back, afraid to turn him over. Footsteps thump behind her as the others catch up before freezing in apprehension. Claire takes a deep breath and exhales shakily before turning Jim over and holding him in her arms. "Jim?" She gasps, her voice shaking. He doesn't react- doesn't move. The stone of his cheek is charred a deep black and his eyes are closed, his chest still. 'He's not breathing,' Her mind whispers.

She reaches a wary hand up and lightly rests it against his cold cheek, her thumb stroking the darkened stone. A sob itches the back of her throat and she whimpers quietly. 'No, no, no- this can't be happening...' Claire's brown eyes scan his face carefully, begging for any twitch or movement that can tell her he's alive- that he's not dead. 'Not Jim, please- not after all this.' Her hand on his back grips harder, the armor cold. They've done so much together, he's done so much. And now? Now at the end when they can finally say they're safe- now he's... "Stay with me," She begs desperately, shaking him. "Stay with me, stay with me." Jim has sacrificed everything for them, his humanity, his life. Doesn't he deserve a happy ending? Doesn't he deserve to keep living after everything he's done for them?

It's not .

Claire took so long to admit she likes him- loves him, even. She loves everything about him, even the infuriating parts. She loves him so much. She loves the sparkle in his blue eyes and his cocky grin when he knows he's going to win, or his laugh that always goes higher at the end. She loves his voice when he's talking and she loves the way he looks at her like nothing else matters. She loves how selfless he is, though it gets him into dangerous situations. But that's just how he is- a hero willing to give up everything to save the people he loves. She's loved him for a long time, she knows. She was just too afraid to admit it. But she did! She'd finally said it! They had just started their relationship, couldn't they have gotten a little longer?

A cold hand twists in her chest and pulls at her heart. 'Wake up!' She screams, inside. 'You're not dead! Please, please, wake up and do something! Tell me you're okay! Tell me I'm being dramatic! Just, please-'

'I need to see your smile again.'

Claire's eyes burn, the tears marking hot tracks down her cheeks. She can feel her world shattering around her, the pieces lost with Jim. There's a great weight on her shoulders and she can feel it pushing down, crushing her. She sobs harshly, the noise ripping at her throat. It's been so long since she's cried and never before has she cried like this- with her heart breaking with every tear. 'Why? What did he do?'

"Buenas noches."

"You... speak Spanish?"

"Um- um... uh-"

"Do you like Shakespeare?"

"W-what?"

"Do you like Shakespeare?"

"S-Shakes-speare?"

"The school play- we're having trouble getting boys to audition."

She sucks in a shaking breath through her teeth and smiles sadly at the memory, words coming to mind easier than her own name. "I shall be much in years before I again behold my Romeo," Claire whispers, her hand continuing to stroke Jim's cold cheek. Somehow, she feels this is her fault. She should have done something. She should have helped- should have protected him like he's protoected them. Instead, all they did was sit there as Jim jumped in front of them. She's not sure what she would have done, but that doesn't mean she couldn't have figured something out. "I doubt it not," She continues. "-and all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses,"

He's too young. He's sixteen. Sixteen and he sacrificed himself to save them- to save the world. He had his whole life ahead of him, human or not. There were so many things they had planned to do together. But now... now it's too late.

Claire's hand leaves Jim's cheek and comes up to cover her mouth as she sobs again, her eyes blurring as the tears continue to run. She lunges forward and hugs him tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him as close as possible. She buries her face in his dark hair, the strands tickling her cheek as she cries loudly. 'I love you, Jim. I love you more than anything, so please, please come back. I'm sorry it took me so long to say it, I'm sorry it took me so long to become friends with you.'

'I'm sorry I didn't love you as much as I should have.'

"Whatever you are... ."