So sorry for taking so long! Trying to balance The Written Future and this story! It seems a bit rushed and we will be working on the requests!

Be warned, this one is short and rushed due to the fact we really weren't planning to do a part 2 but some wanted closure to this.

If you noticed, this book is getting a small change. The cover of the book has changed, the summary is going through a small change, also, this book is getting a table of contents.

To Catch A... Trollhunter Part 2

If someone were to walk up to Steve and tell him that everything he believed in was false and that he'd care for James Lake Jr. he would laugh in their face, spit on them and simply call them crazy. Why would he care for Jim Lake when throughout the span of time that he knew him, he called the boy a loser, pummeled his best friend with DodgeBalls, even threatened to fight him? Obviously, his care for Jim was barely even thought of.

Even after he and Eli - which is another shocking piece of information, he and Eli - had discovered Jim's secret and that Claire and Toby were in on it too, it went from seeing two nerds and a smart, popular female, to three fearless superheroes. But back to being said, even after he was starting to get in on this Trollhunting but stayed a part of the Creepslayerz, he hadn't bullied Jim and Toby as much but he still didn't find a spark of worry for them.

Until now.

Steve ran through the trees, branches bruising his face but he didn't care. He had been wearing his Creepslayerz get up at the time, not minding the grime, or rips the clothing may obtain, but what stained his shirt, something he did in fact mind, was the splotches of blood.

Blood that was not his.

What was even more heart-racing was the fact that a pair of metal legs and arms were swinging limply as he ran. His face was dripping in sweat as he heard the heavy stomps of trolls following him.

Steve and Eli had promised they would help Jim find that spy after they ruined the mission because they had tackled him down in the middle of the street with a net and concussing him.

That was definitely Eli's fault.

However, when Claire had messaged Jim that same night asking about his whereabouts, Steve and Eli responded to the text for Jim, explaining everything. Yet, when Claire and Toby got to the house, worry written all over their faces, Jim had woken up wanting to fight even against their wishes.

The boy was stubborn, Steve had to give him that. No matter how many times he and Claire had argued about a simple fight or not, Jim never gave up once. Even in his state, it shocked Steve that no matter what, Jim was going.

Jim ended up winning the argument but with his head damage, Toby ended up babying him till they reached the woods. After nearly toppling over due to dizziness, Claire had threatened to portal him home which caused another fight and Jim had stayed, again, somehow getting through Claire and continuing to fight for he was the Trollhunter and perfectly capable too.

But this time, the stubborn idiot was wrong, he had gotten dizzy once again as his adrenaline was running low and was taken out very gruesomely.

And Steve, well, he was the only one around. Perfect.

Now, he held Jim in his arms, worry transforming his face as he continued to run. There were a couple of grunts from the Trollhunter as he was gently and on accident, tossed around but luckily Jim was awake. His forehead was caked in blood and the only protection he had was, in fact, the armor and if he fell asleep, one, there was a big chance that he'd never wake up and two, the armor would vanish. This was upsetting because they had spent a hard amount of time just to try and clear the first cut on his forehead, but this time, it reopened and it was way larger in size than it had been before.

"Hold on Jim, we'll lose them," Steve muttered and silently cursed to himself. No, they wouldn't, the sun had set which had started the attack and it seemed like every minute, the Gumm-Gumms had nearly caught up to them.

If this moment wasn't so serious, I'd laugh at them for such an idiotic name. His mind wandered for a second.

Jim groaned, whimpering as he rolled his head against Steve's shoulder. Claire, Eli, and Toby have all been separated, the trolls splitting as well which didn't comfort Steve but he knew that there weren't as many trolls chasing them as he thought and perhaps he would run into the Trollhunters.

A sword whizzed past the pair, startling Steve. They were close and Jim was starting to get heavy with the armor. Steve shuttered, this was his fault. Jim was near to losing the battle of remaining awake, he had no way of reaching anyone for the matter because running for his life seemed more important than fumbling with a phone, and he had nothing but a stick to defend himself with.

Looking back, Steve's panic grew higher. There was no way to outrun them, somehow they had cut more distance between the two and he didn't know how much longer he could last before they were caught. However, as determination flooded through him, his eyes narrowed and looked back at the Trolls. No matter what he chose, he'd still have to fight and the time was now, it was something he couldn't back down from.

Steve quickly dashed to the right, laying Jim against a thick tree before arming himself with the stick he had been managing to keep a hold on during the chase. "Hold on Jim, I'm going to show these buttsnacks that they messed with the wrong man!"

Jim groaned, blinking his eyes quickly as he tried to regain focus. He had taken one look at Steve before glancing behind the blonde brute. In a flash, his arm reached for his thigh blades before he weakly tossed them at a troll, managing a strike and instantly turning the beast to stone.

Steve was shocked, and clearly his face didn't plan on hiding it. However, there was no time to fanboy over something like this and somehow make sure that he and Jim made this out alive and it was nothing easy especially since the Trollhunter, the only one who can really kill them, could barely keep his eyes open.

If anything, Steve could at least say he had one form of a weapon. Hit a stick hard enough, it could do a decent amount of damage, as long as it was thick enough. Luckily, the one that Steve was dragging around was a decent one, so he hadn't failed just yet.

His eyes set on the four trolls cornering him, the fire burning within him raged. He let out a loud battle cry, his eyes forming into a glare.

And then he swung.

—-

Damn it, Jim. Claire cursed, jumping through another portal. She had been trying to track her idiotic friend who decided to run off with a head injury. Sadly, she hadn't found him after leaping in and out of portals so he had to be on the move. She had got distracted and cornered by numerous trolls, letting the Trollhunter escape her line of sight.

They had been close to the location of the spy, chasing him down like a pack of wolves. The victory was cut short when trolls had swarmed them the moment they set foot in the woods. They had chased the spy until he hid within a small cave, no chances of escaping them. Thankfully Toby and Eli had kept moving in the direction of the cave while the rest were held back.

The last time Claire had checked if Jim was still okay, he had been slicing at them, managing a few hits but his footing was becoming unstable. Then she had looked away when a Gumm-Gumm nearly took her head off. She was so distracted that she hadn't noticed Steve jumping in, only for Jim to be knocked to his feet and not getting back up. Next thing she knew, the pair was gone in a flash and so were half of the trolls that cornered them.

Her head became dizzy after her tenth portal jump, she ended up against a thick rock as she caught her breath, the staff laying beside her. She was getting better with the staff but the amount of emotion that she poured into it had drained her. Her arms ached from the fight, muscles burning until it all became numb.

You need to find Jim and Steve. Her mind reminded her, her focus back on her friend and the state she had seen him in.

With a heavy breath, she pushed herself up to the ground. She couldn't stop now, she had to find her friends and help them. She should have put up a better argument when Jim fought to stay. No matter what she said, he never backed down. It was as if she was having a one-sided conversation. He was a hopeless cause sometimes.

Opening one more portal, she winced and hopped through, her mind echoing one name repeatedly and she'd be damned if she couldn't find him.

Steve didn't know how long he had been swinging helplessly with the stick. He wasn't even paying close attention, his mind filled with rage as he stood in front of Jim, hitting the trolls who had dared to advance. Granted, he wasn't armed properly but he managed to dodge the blows.

The trolls moved slow, their pace was lacking and Steve knew they were losing energy. He knew he would pass out any second but he refused too, he had to keep fighting so then when Jim was better, he could use this against him. That was until his stick had been chopped, their swords slicing through it like warm butter.

He let out a gasp as his eyes looked at the stick which was barely three inches. "Oh no," he mumbled. Deciding there was nothing else but to accept his fate, his body quickly covered Jim's, his eyes squeezing shut and waiting for the blow to take his and Jim's life.

Yet, the blow never came, instead furious grunts were heard, loud thuds meeting Steve's ears and his body tensed. As the noises went silent, he hesitantly opened his eyes, turning to meet a raging Claire who was letting out heavy breaths, her eyes narrowed at the swords and unconscious Trolls.

Steve couldn't hide the fact that he shivered when Claire's piercing gaze met him. He had never seen this side of her. He hasn't seen any of them like this! He had felt like he was inside a dream, yet, no matter how many times he pinched himself in order to wake up from this haunting dream, he could only feel the pain, the exhaustion, the shock, and he could hear his headache as he kept thinking.

All proof that this wasn't some idea from his twisted imagination.

The girl stomped over, gently pushing Steve away as her eyes softened, her hands lifting to hold Jim's face, his blue eyes fluttering open and a weak smile formed on his lips. He mumbled a small inaudible "Claire," and she instantly reached for him. Her body shaking as Steve stood to the side.

Claire's anger had vanished at the sight of him, only to raise once he was feeling better. She had barely made it, finding Steve giving up. She knew if Steve was the only one on his feet, kicking trolls in their Gronk nuts, then Jim was definitely out of commission and it worried her.

Her tight grip around Jim was proof that she had been so close.

Her head turned towards Steve, the bully no longer had a tough stance, instead, his back was slouched, his hand holding his leg that seemed to be bruised and swollen. He had fought hard and she couldn't even be mad at the boy which was shocking, to say the least.

Glancing at Jim who had gone completely slack, her panic arose. His eyes were closed, the amulet ticking as if it was warning them. Acting quickly, she commanded Steve to grab Jim. Despite Steve's injuries, he had lifted the Trollhunter off the ground, cradling him close.

Opening a portal, Claire turned to Steve, "When you get to Trollmarket, ask for Blinky and Vendel, they will know what to do. Don't get distracted at what you see." She said simply, Steve nodding with a small gulp.

"Where will you be?" He asked, stepping up to the black hole, nervous.

"I'm going to find Eli and Toby. Just make sure you guys are looked at." She said, gently shoving Steve in the portal and letting it close. Steve was already on the other side safely, remembering what Claire had said.

And as Blinky raced towards the blonde, Steve looked down at Jim, the armor vanished completely and he was finally unconscious.

Saying Steve was nervous was an understatement.

When Jim opened his eyes, he didn't know what to expect. His body was lying still on a slab of rock, countless blankets beneath him, and draped over him. It was a few seconds before pain shot through his head, his teeth clenching and his hands fisting the blanket. His mind wandered thoughts of why his head hurt so bad and where was he?

He tried to move his head, only for the room to begin spinning and making his nauseous worse. With a soft whimper, he kicked his legs, trying to stand or sit but his body ignored his commands and continued to lay there helplessly.

Jim finally went still, staring at the ceiling above him and recognizing it instantly. He was in Trollmarket. Suddenly, a wave of memories flooded his mind but everything was blurred, even the figure that had covered him and another holding him close.

He jumped when frantic feet were heard, his teeth playing with his lip as he tried to turn his head, this time succeeding. His eyes landed on his friends who nearly stumbled over their feet. Blinky had reached his bedside first, one of his hands gently feeling Jim's forehead.

"Master Jim, how do you feel?" Blinky asked, his voice soft and comforting.

Jim let out a deep breath, "my head hurts." Blinky let out a laugh.

"You are concussed, my boy. You need to take it easy. We have to postpone your training for a few days." Before Jim could argue, Toby had pushed Blinky aside, an excited smile on his face.

"We found the troll spy Jimbo! We caught him for you, Eli screamed the whole time and I was awesome with my Warhammer!"

"I did not!" Eli whined. His voice startled Jim which Toby had noticed right away.

"Don't worry Jimbo, they won't tell. Steve was the one who brought you here." Jim turned his gaze to Steve who was using a set of crutches, the bully's face held no emotion but once he had met Jim's gaze, his tough facade faltered.

Jim smiled, mumbling a small thank you before Eli's excitement had poured out. "This place is so cool! I can't believe Trolls really exist. Don't worry I won't say anything but this is amazing, and you-" As his ranting continued, Jim ended up drowning him out.

He liked Eli, he was glad the boy liked it, however, he had felt a hand on his arm. His eyes met Claire who wore a smile. He knew she was worried but he also knew he was in deep trouble with her. He could tell she was ready to scream at him when he didn't have a killer headache.

Jim smiled as Eli's voice was heard again, the team surrounding him as they took turns sharing stories. Steve had bragged about how he saved Jim's life. Thankfully Steve was still the same, ignorant self, however, he could tell easily that Steve cared, even if the bully didn't admit it.

His head pounded but with his friends surrounding him as Eli even climbed onto Aaarrrgghh's back, he felt at peace.

His team just got a little bigger.