Authors note-All my stories are linked with one another leading up to this story. For any refrences check out Lightning Strikes, Love is in the Air, Wedding day. And Sunshine, lollipops and sleepwalkers. Please review. Thanks for reading. PS I accidentally deleted the original chapter so I apologize if it's choppy.


"Robbie Rotten, villain of LazyTown, master of disguise, gone soft? Pah! I will not be plagued by goodie goodie thoughts. Helping Sportanerd!" He talked aloud while looking for an old invention in a huge box he pulled out of a store room. "What is happening in this town? What is happening to me? No! I plead temporary insanity."

He reached in the box but his invention was just out of reach. He stretched as far as he could, then fell in.

"Ouch!" He found it difficult to sit up. He was in a tangled mess, grunting and growling, trying to at least stand. Then he spotted it. "Ah ha!" He bent down and picked up what he was looking for. "Hello my purple ball of fluff!" He sat on the side of the box and swung his legs over falling to the ground. He sprang back up and over to his work table. "Now, we need to make a few minor adjustments. You were too much troub-" he stopped and laughed. "Oh no! I'm not going to say the 'T' word." You have to make a good impression. He took out a circuit board and went to work.


It had been a few days since they found out that Elena was linked to the Woodland Warriors game. Pixel was spending his time trying to find out why she was and to see if he could stop it. Or not ever play the game again.

Sportacus was called back home for an urgent matter.

Stephanie told Elena they were ok. She knew Elena would never ever hurt her. But Elena still felt guilty even though it wasn't her fault. She stayed inside after Sportacus left.

Trixie, Stephanie and Stingy were in the park at a picnic table doing homework. Trixie was impatiently tapping her pen against her book. Stephanie and Stingy curiously side glanced her. Then she got up and paced.

"Trixie, what are you doing?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes. What are you doing? You're disturbing MY study time."

"It's too quiet!"

Stephanie raised her head. "Well, since Sportacus left, it has been kind of dull."

"It's not just that." Trixie put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.

"Trixie, can we board your train of thought so we can finish our homework?"

"I'll be right back." And she marched over to Elena's house. She walked up to the door and knocked hard. Elena opened the door. "We need to talk!" And she walked past her and into the living room.

Elena stood there. "Come in." She closed the door and sat on her sofa. "What's wrong?"

"You!"

"What? What did I do?"

"Well, you've shut yourself inside since Sportacus left, you haven't said boo to anyone, you haven't sung, danced or twirled anywhere! LazyTown should always be happy and you're not! You have to stop feeling guilty! So, buck up, lady! You're a Lazy Towner now. So, act like one!"

Elena sat there surprised at Trixie's words. She thought about what she said. "But what if it happens again? I don't think I could live with myself."

"Look, Pixel is not going to play the game again, right?" Elena nodded. "And You know it wasn't you, right?" She nodded again. "Would you ever try to kill anyone here?"

"No! Of course not!"

"And why not?"

"Because-" She gave Trixie a look as she realized something. "Because, you're all my friends."

"Well, there you go. Now, I want you to think of something happy, put a smile on your face, get up and go outside and be happy with our friends!" She stood up and pointed to the door. "Go! Now!"

"Ok, ok." Elena got up and opened the door and stopped.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking of something happy." She was inside too long. Trixie was right. She felt the sunshine on her face. She thought about Sportacus and everyone in LazyTown.

She bent down and hugged Trixie. "If I do anything stupid, will you promise to tell me?"

"Bet on it! Now, go do something happy!"

With that she smiled and took a walk in the park. Trixie kept bumping her in the direction of the picnic table. Elena took the hint and headed over. She sat down at the table. In the back of her mind she was still nervous that something might happen but she couldn't live in fear.

She still could feel the pain of when she hurt Sportacus. She remembered sitting with him I the forest after she calmed down before they made love.

He looked in her eyes and spoke gently. "It's going to take little bit of time to get past this but, you have to remember, everyone here is your friend. We will all help you. You will heal, I promise you." He kissed her and she could feel the love that came from him. The love that she felt for him. She looked in his eyes and she knew everything would be alright.

But now, it was time to start the healing process.

"Hi Laney!" She said in a cheery voice.

"Hi. So, what are you guys doing?"

"Homework. LazyTown history." Stingy answered.

"Hey! Why we have Laney quiz us?" Trixie chimed in.

"Yeah! We can make it a game!" Stephanie pulled out some index cards and wrote down active movements corresponding with the questions. And the afternoon was filled with fun, games and learning.


Sportacus was almost home. A small island off the North Sea, flourishing with vegetation. He could see many fruit trees he often visited. He especially loved the fruit here and couldn't wait to sink his teeth into a delicious pear. He loved the fruits in LazyTown but there was something about the way his people grew theirs that made it a step above all others. Maybe it was the island itself but, one thing was for sure. It was home.

He stopped his airship and hopped out of his seat. "Platform down." Then he jumped down to ground.

The smell of the grass beneath his feet brought back so many memories of his childhood. Running barefoot in the grass, rolling down the grassy hills with his sister, swimming with his friends and father.

And at the end of the day, looking forward to mothers wonderful cooking.

He started flipping and doing handsprings in the grass. He stopped after a few minuets of taking in the scenery and the scents. He smiled, then headed towards his house.

"Sportacus?!"

A familiar voice called. He spun around. "Mother!" She came from around the corner. He scooped her up and gave her a hug.

"Oh my dear son! You look wonderful!" She pulled him in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes were tearing up with joy.

"Mother, don't start crying. You'll get me started. Where is father and Leanna!?"

"They'll be along soon. I'm sure you're going to get a lot of visitors. That airship of yours is quite the attention getter." She laughed.

"Well, the only thing I couldn't do was fly so..." He smiled.

"You found a way."

"That's because there is always a way."

"Come! Let's go inside. We need to catch up."

As soon as the door opened and he entered, his nose picked up another of his favorite scents. "Oh, that's not-"

"Yes it is. Your favorite. Pumpkin squash soup."

"I've missed that." He said as he went over to the pot and sniffed. "Mmm. Is it ready?" He asked with a bit of giddiness of a child.

"Not yet. But very soon. Now, why don't we catch up a bit?"

Her hair, long auburn curls that ran half way down her back, settled from the gentle breeze as they entered his old home. Her gown, a light green that draped from her neck, with a gold trimming around her waist. She always smelled like a spring day when everything was in bloom. Her blue eyes, always hopeful and glistening. His father always said he had her eyes and joked his nose came from him.

His mother led him to the family room. They sat down. "My son, my beautiful son." She looked at his face. "You look so happy."

"I am! I'm the happiest I've ever been!" He looked at his mothers face. There was something bothering her. "Mother, what's wrong? You look worried."

"It's nothing that can't wait. So, how is LazyTown?"

"It's great! It keeps me busy and there is never a dull moment. And the kids are wonderful."

"How's that Robbie Rotten you've written about?"

"He's really not that bad. But he keeps me busy too. I think he's warming up to me." He chuckled. "And Elena. She's beautiful and wonderful, energetic, thoughtful. And.."

"Elena?"

"Yes. I wrote to you about her."

His mother looked in his eyes. "My son." She placed her hand on his face. "You're in love! You didn't mention that in your last letter. In fact, the only thing you mentioned was a new person in LazyTown."

He heard footsteps and his sister entered the room. "Can somebody move that airship? It's blocking the sun."

"Leanna!" He got up flipped over to her, picked her up and spun her around laughing.

"If you get any more muscles you're going to run out body!"

"I always stay fit!" He flexed his arm with a smile.

"So, Briella was asking about you. She wants to see you."

"I think she may be too late. Your brother is in love. So, sit and tell us about her."

He sat down. "You're going to have to keep an open mind and listen to the whole story."

They looked concerned but listened to his story. He told them everything, minus the intimate episodes, but enough to convey the love they had for each other. When he was finished, he waited.

"Sportacus, she's...from a computer?"

"Well, yes, but-"

His sister moved next to him. "But, she's not real. She's from a game. How can you love her?"

Sportacus stayed calm. "She's as real as you or I."

"But, she was made, not born."

"Mother, she is real. She bleeds. She has blood running through her veins."

His mother looked shocked. "She what?"

"She has blood in her veins. Why?"

His father stood in the archway behind him and listened to the story. "There's my boy!" Sportacus jumped up and gave his father a big hug. "Watch that nose, boy. It could get you in trouble." He laughed.

"Its not my nose, It's yours, remember? How long have you been standing there?"

"Just long enough to hear the tale of the woman who stole your heart. It's good to see you. My son, there is someone you need to talk to."

"What's going on?" He looked at his parents faces and they were very concerned. His sister was just as confused as he was.

"íþróttaálfurinn." An elderly voice came from behind them.

"Elder Matrik." His father bowed. An old Elven male, dark blue robes stood, balancing on a long staff with a very light blue crystal on the top.

Sportacus and the rest of the family stood up and bowed.

"Please, sit." The elder entered. "I must say, íþróttaálfurinn, you have turned out to be an exceptional guardian." He walked over to him and waved his hand in front of his face. "Your aura shines bright and true, as it always has but there is something else. There is a touch of something new. It seems your crystal has put you on the path of destiny."

"Destiny? I don't understand."

"You will. íþróttaálfurinn, it's time you were told about the shadow of the black elf."