Robbie wished that he had never mentioned how he hadn't slept in three days. Sportacus had taken it on himself to 'save' Robbie from another sleepless night. Now, Robbie had an elf in his lair trying to find out what was the problem.

"Robbie, you don't sleep on this, do you?" Sportacus asked, seeing the big orange chair. Robbie groaned and crossed his arms.

"When I do sleep, I sleep there," Robbie said. Sportacus gave him a strange look.

"Do you have a real bed?" he questioned. Robbie huffed and sat down in his orange chair.

"There's one in the guest room , but I have no intention of going in there."

"Why?"

"I don't like the room," Robbie answered. Sportacus gave him a confused look. Robbie sighed, "I just don't like the room."

"I still think that you should try sleeping in there," Sportacus said. Robbie frowned slightly.

"It's dirty in there. It'll take a lot of cleaning," Robbie responded.

"If I cleaned it, would you sleep in there?"

"I suppose but it's almost eight o clock. I don't know if you could be done by your bed time," Robbie was being sarcastic. He had no intention of sleeping in that room. He just wanted to waste the elf's time.

"Wait here. I'll be right back," Sportacus said before doing flips like he was on his way to save someone. Robbie relaxed into his chair and waited for the hero to give up. Checking his watch, he saw the time hit eight. Sportacus would have to leave soon, meaning that Robbie would have a little peace and quiet.

"I'm done," Sportacus said, startling the villain.

"What? How?" Robbie asked.

"It wasn't too bad," Sportacus responded. "Now, come on, it's time for bed."

"I'm not going," Robbie stated like a child. "I'm staying right here and you're going back to your air ship."

"Robbie, you told me you would sleep in there if I cleaned it."

"Well, too bad. What are you gong to do about it?"

"I'll… I'm going to make you honor that commitment." Sportacus leaned down and scooped up the protesting villain.

"What are you doing? Put me down," Robbie argued, irritated by being held. Sportacus simply carried Robbie down the hall and dropped him in the newly made bed. Robbie scowled at him. "You know that I'll just go back to my recliner, after you leave?"

"Who said I was leaving?"

"Why would you stay?"

"Robbie, you said that you haven't slept in three days. That is horrible for your health."

"Oh, like you care," Robbie muttered, acting sullen. He shifted quickly away when Sportacus sat on the bed next to him.

"If it weren't so important, I would leave you alone," Sportacus stated. "Please, don't fight me on this, Robbie." Robbie grunted and laid down, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Fine, but I'm not happy," Robbie said. Sportacus flipped off the light and laid down on the opposite side of the bed. He soon fell asleep. Robbie slipped away quietly. As he tried to get through the door he heard, "Robbie, where do you think you're going?"

"Uh, nowhere," he said as he laid back down. He turned his back towards the hero. Sportacus ignored Robbie's grumbling and went back to sleep. Robbie tried to go to sleep but was having very little luck with it. He turned over to try to get more comfortable. Sportacus had shifted closer in his sleep. Robbie was only a little annoyed. Then, he was very annoyed when the sleeping elf subconsciously put his arms around him. Robbie grumbled and tried to push him away but only seemed to make his grip tighter.

"Wake up," Robbie said, before letting out a tiny yelp. Sportacus had turned, lifting Robbie onto his chest. "Even in his sleep, he won't stop moving."

Sportacus gave a contented sound and hugged the villain closer. After a moment of fighting with the sleeping man, Robbie gave up. Sighing in exasperation, he let his head fall on Sportacus's chest. Robbie let his eyes slip shut and blamed his exhaustion for his drifting to sleep almost immediately.

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Author's note. It's 1:30 in the morning for me. So, I wrote a fic about what I should be doing right now.