Steven watched his son out of the corner of his eye as he started the car, he seemed upset, but Steven didn't know what he could be so upset about.

"Fasten your seat belt son." Steven said softly as he pulled out.

Robbie glanced at his father before fastening in, "Okay." he said blankly, before looking out the window, as he rested his elbow of the edge of the door. Sighing Robbie rested his head in his hand. He didn't know what had made him think of it so much, but lately he had been thinking of his mother, and the divorce his parents had gone through when he was young.

Robbie shifted his eyes toward his father, he hadn't under stood then, but he did now, and he couldn't begin to imagine how much his father had been hurting at that time. He knew that his father loved his mother, but he knew that his father loved him more...

But something had always bothered him, why had they gotten a divorce in the first place...?

Robbie knew that he had started calling his father 'daddy' around that time, but he didn't know why he couldn't stop...

Robbie rubbed his temple slightly and leaned his seat back slightly, folding his arms over his chest he looked at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about, son?' Steven asked suddenly.

"Mother." Robbie said looking at his father.

Steven stiffened up slightly and glanced at Robbie, "What about her?" he asked frowning slightly.

"What about her?" Robbie asked in a slightly mocking tone, "What was she like, for instance. I can barely remember her." Robbie said squinting at his father slightly, "Why did you get a divorce?"

Steven frowned and looked out the window, "...There isn't much to tell you about her, son." Steven said softly, "She wasn't happy." he said softly.

"How old was I?" Robbie asked softly.

"You were very young, you didn't understand the whole thing, I think that you were three." Steven said glancing at Robbie, "Why the sudden interest?"

Shrugging slightly Robbie looked out the window, "I just wanted to know why I'm the only kid in school who doesn't know my damned mother..." Robbie said rolling his eyes slightly.

Steven sighed and focused on the road, he didn't know what Robbie wanted to hear, he could be so difficult sometimes...

Neither said anything for several minutes until Robbie finally decided to talk again, "Did I always call you 'daddy'?"

Steven raised his eye brow slightly and looked at his son, "No, you used to call me 'dad'."

"Why'd I stop?"

"Well, during the divorce, it scared you, and upset you alot, so you started hanging on to me all the time. Then you started calling me Daddy, and you just never stopped."

"...does it bother you?"

"Not me, son." Steven said glancing at Robbie.

Robbie just stared at his father for a few seconds before looking out the window, they were pulling into the parking lot, and he was just trying to forget the whole subject, as his father parked the car he reached for the door handle.

"Now wait a minute, son. I think we should talk for a minute." Steven said as he turned toward his son.

Robbie frowned slightly as he turned toward his father.

"Since you brought it up--... I hadn't planned on saying anything, but alot of people have talked to me about that, including you principal, but I was just going to let you grow out of it. But since you brought it up, I guess maybe we should talk about it."

Robbie crossed his arms and sighed, "Why? I thought it didn't bother you?" he asked closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly.

Steven reached out and put a hand on Robbie's shoulder, "Listen, your principal thinks there's something wrong with it. And he keeps telling me to put your in therapy--"

"I'm not going to therapy!" Robbie cut in and whipped around to face his father.

"Yes you are son." Steven said firmly, not really leaving any room for an argument. "You start monday, after school."

"...I can't believe that you're doing this to me!" Robbie said as he pushed his fathers hand away.

"Now son, just calm down." Steven said softly, trying to calm his son down. "Let's just go shopping and try to have a nice Sunday afternoon."

"Dad!... Can't we just go to church? I don't want to go shopping!" Robbie said grabbing his fathers arms before he could get out of the car.

"...What? Church? What are you talking about son?" Steven asked softly, as he closed the car door.

"Don't you remember when we used to go to Church? Every Sunday? It was one of the only times during the week that I got to see you! All the rest of the time I had to be with mom! And she wouldn't even go to Church with us on Sunday!"

Steven sighed deeply and leaning over he wrapped his arms around his sons and hugged him tightly. "That was so long ago, how do you even remember that?"

Robbie was shocked to hear his father ask him that, didn't he know that he remembered every thing from before they moved to Lazytown? Robbie wrapped his arms around his father. "...Why don't we go to church anymore?" he asked softly.

Steven slowly let go of his son, and holding his shoulders looked into his eyes "... Well son there isn't a church in Lazytown. And... I didn't know it meant so much to you, why didn't you say anything?" he asked softly.

Robbie looked down and gave a slight shrug, "TI thought that you didn't want to, or something..."

Steven grinned at his son, "Well, tell you what, why don't we go shopping today, and then next weekend, if you behave we can find a church and go to it."

"Does... Does that mean I still have to go to therapy?" Robbie said softly.

"I'm afraid so son, your principal was pretty firm about it." Steven said softly.

Robbie sat there for a few moments before nodding to his father, "Okay Dad." Robbie said smiling.

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A/N; Sorry it took so long. Long story to go with it, so brace your self to hear more about my move then you care to.

Okay, here's the deal, it's Monday, back in June, the 15th, and we start preparing things for our move. So there I am, having hardly slept in days, and I'm working with my little sister to get things ready, and it's a little past midnight so we decide to sleep alittle before we head out (moved with my whole family, I swear, no one had better say any thing about me still living with my mom [sick of hearing it] ;_;.), and so my big sister comes over and 'wakes' us up at three A.M, I was still awake, and then we start packing in onto the luggage rack, and then after packing it up, we start leaving, and there we are driving off at 6 A.M, and when you live in KY it's still dark out at 6 A.M, and then all the sudden we go in a ditch!

And after it had been raining for three weeks you can imagine what the creeks were like, small rivers. And the blaster strap snapped.

...

So there we are in the truck, shocked, and wondering what that odd creaking noise is, then, our stuff falls off... In to the water.

I was so upset. The only things of mine I even managed to get were one book, out of like FIFTY, and a tank top, a skirt, and a shirt, my blanket, and my Godfather game, my Teddy bear, my Mulan barbie, and... my star wars curtains, and sheet (NOT the MINT condition pillow case!). So That's all I have from when I lived in KY, other than my dog.

So...

The move was fucking horrible! I hate my life so much right now.

I'm still mad about it because you know what's worse, out of all of this, I had lost my drafts. ALOT of them, for my fanfictions, and I freaking lost them. And I don't know how the hell I'm gonna write this fanfiction, I totally didn't memorize it!

I regret it.

Oh well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Also, as a result of the draft being lost, this fic in on hiatus until I can work some stuff out.

P.S Mellisaivory(I hope that I'm spelling that right) ; No, he does not have it. But he has a disorder, I can't remember what it's called. Or he could just be crazy, hehe. I guess it'll be explained when I figure it out, as I said I lost my draft, so yeah.