A/N: Okay, I thought long and hard about it so now I've decided to make "The Trinity" into a series. Why!? Peer pressure, I guess. So if you've read "The Trinity", then you'll know what I'm-a talking about here! Characters, events, places, stuff like that? All here, baby! Yeah! …Sorry.

Disclaimer: LazyTown isn't mine! How many times must you mock me, oh cruel fate!? Be gone with you!

"Who Do You Love?"

(One month after "The Trinity"…)

A new day dawned on the always neighborly LazyTown as Sportacus' airship was coming to an immediate halt in between some clouds. The town's hero in blue lowered himself from the platform of the ship and bungeed the rest of the way down onto the courtyard. As usual, the neighborhood kids greeted him with open arms and bright cheery faces.

"Sportacus!" They all exclaimed.

"Hi everybody!" The hero greeted them. "I'll be back to play in a little bit. But right now I've got something important to do. I'll see you later!"

And with that, he sprinted across the fields, flipped over almost every wall and practically rolled his way past the people of LazyTown until he reached the door of the Town Hall. A knock on the door and Sportacus was immediately greeted by Ms. Busybody.

"Good morning, Sportacus." She smiled. "Milford's waiting for you in his office."

"Thank you." He nodded as he went inside.

Milford anxiously placed folder upon folder of work papers into a small briefcase as he then tidied up his office. When Sportacus walked in, the man almost had a heart attack but knew everything would be under control.

"Oh, Sportacus!" He sighed. "It's only you. I want to thank you again for agreeing to look after Stephanie while I'm away."

"It's no problem, Mayor." He smiled. "I'm always happy to help."

"Yes, thank you. She's at home right now, finishing her breakfast. I'm on my way back to say goodbye. Will you accompany me?"

"Sure thing."

At home, Stephanie finished washing her plate and put it on the rack to dry when Sportacus and her uncle entered the living room.

"Stephanie?" The Mayor called out. "I'm leaving now!"

"Bye uncle!" Stephanie said as she ran out of the kitchen and hugged the man tight. "Have fun on your trip!"

"Yes, well you be sure to be careful while I'm away." He winked at her, knowing Sportacus had her back. "Now goodbye, my dear!"

"Bye!" Stephanie and Sportacus waved as the man walked off.

Sportacus looked at his watch then back over to Stephanie. "Well? What do you want to do first?"

Inside his lair, Robbie looked through his periscope and watched as the mayor drove away from town. Raising the device back up to the ceiling, the resident villain crossed his arms and shook his head.

"Oh, sure! The Mayor's gone but what about Sportadorka!? He's still here!" He pouted. "Why is it I can never get rid of the right person!?"

With a sigh and a shrug, Robbie took to his fuzzy orange chair, reclined it all the way back and turned on the tube. (That's retro 80's talk for "television" for you young'n's out there.)

"Oh well." Robbie caved. "It's like the Stones say. 'You can't always get what you want'. But have I really gotten what I need?" Another shrug and the channel surfing continued.

Out in the park, Stephanie and Sportacus were already underway with their warm-up exercises as Ziggy, Trixie, Pixel and the rest of LazyTown's children met up with them. It seemed like having a resident superhero that encouraged healthy activity to the children was an advantage for the grownups to carry on with their important, daily tasks without any hassle. And on the plus side, Sportacus loved every minute of it.

However, Stephanie couldn't help but notice Sportacus keep glancing at his watch every 10 minutes. The hero in blue was still well focused on his warm-ups but the constant vigil on his watch was only making her more and more curious.

As Sportacus and the children stopped for a rest on the grass, Stephanie caught the resident hero looking at his watch once more.

"Are you okay, Sportacus?" She finally asked him. "You keep looking at your watch? Is it your pulse or something?"

"Oh, no. Nothing like that." He reassured her. "I'm just… waiting for something."

"Oh."

"How 'bout I go get us some snacks? Want to come?"

"Sure!" She jumped up in anticipation.

As the two walked off, Pixel and Trixie noticed Ziggy climbing up a tree yet again. Exchanging glances, the two decided to hang around the bottom and anticipate his eventual drop.

"You're only gonna fall again, Ziggy!" Trixie called up to him.

Ziggy struggled through the leaves and turned his head. "I'm just looking for--"

"For candy!" They interrupted him.

"Yeah, we know, Ziggy." Pixel rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I swear some things never change."

Trixie nodded. "Yeah. Take Sportacus and Pinky for example."

"Huh?" That annoying kid Ritchie scratched his head. "What do you mean?"

"Well look at 'em. They're always hanging around with each other more than anyone else."

"Is that bad?" Pixel asked.

"No. I just think it's kind of cute."

One of the kids gagged. "Cute? Cute!?"

"Well, yeah! They're almost like… siblings or something!"

A long and curious pause dwelled amongst the children as they all developed the same suspicion. Trixie placed a hand on her chin and began to think out loud.

"Y'know..." She grinned. "They're both really active. Moderately faster and more agile than any one of us."

Pixel nodded along. "They're both matched for speed, maybe. I'd say Sportacus is only slightly faster since he's older and more in tune with his body."

Ziggy was the only one to look back and forth in confusion, still leaning against the tree branch. "Huh? What's going on? What are you guys talking about?"

"Wow." Trixie got that wide-eyed look again. "Do you think maybe it's possible? Sportacus and Stephanie are really…"

"Brother and sister!?" Robbie retracted his periscope. "Those two!? Y'know, come to think of it, it might actually be possible!"

After a few seconds of thought, Robbie shook off the possibility. "No, no! It can't be! Sportakook's from another side of the tracks! And Pinky… hey, wait a minute. I don't know where she's from! Hey! They really could be brother and sister! But how!?"

Robbie paced back and forth in his lair, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. "If they're related, how is it they were total strangers from the beginning? Were they separated at birth? No, Blue Boy's older than she is! Hmm… could she have been born and he didn't even know about it?"

He then gasped. "Ooh! Could he and his parents be estranged? How could I have overlooked this possibility? And more importantly, how can I use this to my advantage!?"

Later that day, Sportacus had decided to help the kids build a zip line in the park for everyone to enjoy. While Sportacus and some of his little helpers set up the base on the grass, Stephanie was busy working on the starting line, nailing the brackets against the entry of the treehouse.

"Be careful, Pinky!" Trixie called out to her friend.

"Don't worry." She hammered a nail in. "I've got my safety wire hooked up"

Giving the treehouse a once-over, little Ritchie gulped. "Oh, man. Why did we build that thing so high up in the first place?"

"Don't be such a baby, Ritchie." A random girl teased. Let's call her… I don't know. Gloria. Yeah, that's it. Gloria. (Oh, shaz, all these kids need a name now.)

"Yeah." Trixie concurred. "That's the whole point of zip-lining!"

As Stephanie finished nailing the brackets together, she noticed a minor fault in the zip line and decided to fix it.

"Hey, Sportacus!" She called out. "That line's a little crooked! I'm gonna straighten it out!"

"All right, be careful!" He reminded her.

"I will." She immediately took to pulling out the nail she had hammered in.

However, removing the nail wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. Pulling on the hammer with both her hands and using all her might, Stephanie managed to loosen the bracket but the force caused her to fall back and dangle from her safety wire.

"Sportacus!" She called out.

"Stephanie?" Sportacus could see a pink blur swinging around in the distance as his crystal went off. "Oh, no… Hang on, Stephanie!"

As Stephanie continued swinging upside down, the elastic on her wire began to wear out. Trixie and the others gasped at the sight, knowing Sportacus only had a few seconds before their friend would fall to injury.

"Oh no!" The pink one screamed as her wire broke, causing her to descend.

"Stephanie!" The hero yelled, knowing he was too late.

But before any harm could befall the young girl in pink, the immediate silence of Sportacus' crystal caught everyone's attention. After a quick glimpse at their hero, they all turned their heads to see a complete and utter stranger in a casual green and khaki outfit carrying Stephanie in his arms.

"Oh, thank you Sportacus." Stephanie sighed with relief until she looked up to see her savior was not who she thought it was. "Sporta…cus?"

"Hi." The young man said, his emerald green eyes almost putting Stephanie in a trance.

"…Hi." She said softly.

"Can you walk?"

"Uh-huh." She slowly nodded, keeping eye contact with the boy. This, of course, caused her to contradict herself as she tripped over her own foot and landed in the boy's arms again.

"Sorry." She smiled nervously.

"No problem. I was a slow learner myself."

Sportacus immediately ran up to the two with the kids behind him. "Clyde!"

"Uncle Sporty!" The boy hugged the man in blue.

"You made it!"

"Yeah. Just in time, too." He gestured towards Stephanie, who for some reason couldn't keep her eyes off him. "Hey, is she gonna be alright?"

"Stephanie?" Sportacus waved his hand in front of her.

Once she realized what she was doing, she immediately snapped out of her so-called 'trance' and gave everybody a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks!"

"Who is that?" One of the kids asked.

"Did he just call you 'uncle'?" Ziggy pointed out.

Sportacus proudly nodded as he patted the young boy on the back. "Yup. Kids, I want you to meet my nephew. His name is Clyde."

The young boy waved at the awestruck children. "Hello."

"Wow, look at that!" Ziggy pointed up in the sky.

Everyone looked up to see another airship, similar to Sportacus' but with a green and lime color scheme, hovering in the sky with its propellers rotating on the bottom.

"You brought the Track-1." Sportacus said to his nephew.

"Track-1?" Stephanie asked.

"On account of my name." Clyde began to explain. "Clyde is short for 'Clydesdale'. Y'know, like the horse?"

"Oh. Cute." She then panicked. "I mean, the fact you were named after a horse is cute! I didn't mean it like… I mean, you're cute too! I mean not that I'd, uhh…" Stephanie nervously looked around in a stutter before finally running home embarrassed.

"Stephanie?" Sportacus watched her run off. "That's funny. She never acts this way around strangers."

Clyde just shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't say we're strangers anymore, are we?"

The kids all shouted, "No!"

"Great! Hey, I know! How's about we go and give this zip line a try?"

"Yeah!"

As the kids all ran up the treehouse, Clyde pulled his uncle aside. "Hey, Uncle Sporty?"

"Yeah?" Sportacus leaned in closer.

"Who is that girl?"

"She's a good friend of mine. Her name is Stephanie. She's your age, I think. Maybe a year younger."

"Oh. Cool."

Sportacus then noticed by the look in his nephew's eye that something was stirring inside the boy. "Okay, Clyde. What is it?"

The boy just snapped. "Nothing!"

"It's wrong!" Robbie retracted his periscope yet again. "Wrong, I tell you! Wrong! Now there's three of them! Pinky, Blue Boy and now this Green Guy!"

A new thought popped into his mind. "But if he's Sportakook's nephew, then the sibling theory is all wrong! Unless… no, that doesn't make any sense. But… what if I made them believe they really were brother and sister? Yes… then that green kid could start to wonder about his own existence and who his real family is."

Robbie then cackled. "Yes! Then he'll hate Sportacreep for lying to him this whole time! A family will be broken, a friendship will shatter and the embodiment of human laziness will reign supreme once again! Ooh, Robbie! You're so fiendishly clever, it's not even funny! But how am I gonna pull this off? And where do I begin?"

Inside Stephanie's room later that night, the pink-haired girl wrote in her diary about the new boy she had just met. She jotted down how he saved her life, how he was related to Sportacus and how she felt this weird tingle every time she looked at him but couldn't explain why.

A knock on the door and Sportacus stuck his head in. "Stephanie? Are you okay?"

The girl simply nodded. "I'm fine. I'm just getting ready to turn in for the night."

"Okay. If you need anything, Clyde and I will be in the living room."

"Clyde's here!?" She immediately pulled herself under the sheets.

"Is something wrong?"

"No! Nothing!" Her voice was muffled.

Sportacus just shrugged as he closed the door and sat on the couch next to Clyde, who was fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt.

"So her uncle's the mayor, huh?" He asked.

Sportacus just nodded. "Yeah. He's a good man. And she's a good kid. She recently helped save the town from a demented lunatic."

"Really? I know a lot of those. Which one?"

"Remus Tard. The founder of LazyTown."

"Nah, I don't know him." He shook his head. "So the mayor just left you with babysitting duty, huh?"

"He trusts me."

"I don't think Stephie trusts me."

"You mean Stephanie."

"Whatever."

Sportacus turned his head back to make sure Stephanie's door was closed then moved in closer to the young boy. In a serious tone, giving his a nephew a stare just as serious, Sportacus begin to speak again.

"Clyde." He started. "You're sure the doctors said you were cured."

For a moment, the young boy sat still and silent before giving his answer. "Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

"They said I was as cured as I'll ever be. So I naturally assumed that to be a good thing."

The hero gave him an uneasy stare. "But is it?"

"Well… I can still feel at night sometimes. The tension, you know? But I don't let it build up. Because if I do…"

Sportacus interrupted. "I know, Clyde. I know what happens."

Clyde simply nodded and caught his breath. "But I haven't had an attack in months. I'd say that's a good sign."

"Me too." Sportacus gave his nephew a warm smile before looking back over to Stephanie's room. "We'd better keep it down. Stephanie's probably asleep by now."

"Yeah."

But Stephanie was not asleep. She stood idly behind her door, accidentally overhearing the conversation between the two with her hand over her mouth in shock.

"Whoa." She whispered to herself. "Clyde must really be sick. But he seems so fit and healthy."

Stephanie, deciding not to worry much about it, crawled back into bed and turned out the light. Hopefully by tomorrow, she'd get a chance to properly get to know Sportacus' nephew. And maybe, just maybe, figure out why she had such a strange panic attack around him.

A/N: Oh, dear God… Well, as you've probably guessed, I'm aiming towards a potential love story here. Ugh… my stomach… oh, man… I don't know why. I've never done this sort of thing before. Hopefully it won't backfire. I'll be back soon, provided of course, I haven't drowned in my own vomit. Why? Why!?