Disclaimer: I do not own Lazytown or its characters. This is a fanfic, purely fan made.

Sportacus awoke startled to the sound of gagging. Sitting up abruptly, his eyes searched the still dark airship for the source of the noise. With a sudden awareness of his surroundings, he groped around blindly only to realize that his fiancée was missing.

"Time!"

"5:25am"

Sportacus frowned, his ears tingled upon hearing the gagging noise again. His eyes fell on the soft glow emitted from the crack of the bathroom compartment-door. "Stephanie?" He murmured as he rose swiftly, doing an aerial spin over the bed and landing neatly in front of the door. He pulled it open to find Stephanie slumped over the toilet, spewing out a foamy mixture of saliva and stomach acid. He dropped to his knees and threw his arms around her. Her pale face snapped up in surprise, cheeks flushed with a greenish tint with the exception of the purple welt gracing the left side beneath a slightly swollen eye.

"Oh Stephanie! You caught ill looking for me last night! I'm so sorry, I'll call the doctor's office as soon as they open," said Sportacus, worry betraying his Icelandic accent, "I'm no hero, I can't even protect my only love. Your angelic face, battered by those filthy drunks!"

Stephanie tried to smile, but the sharp searing pain made her grimace instead. A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she plunged her face back into the porcelain bowl. Sportacus held her tight as she dry-heaved up her stomach lining. His strong hand stroked her silky hot-pink hair, trying desperately to soothe her.

"I think I'm done," whispered Stephanie, her voice hoarse from the ordeal. Sportacus helped her to stand, his arm tucked firmly around her waist as he escorted her out of the bathroom. He laid her down on the bed, taking care not to hurt her. It seemed as if the moment her head hit the pillow, she was asleep. The above-average hero wasted no time leaving a message on the clinic's phone. His worry was consuming, he his fears growing steadily with each passing moment.

While waiting for a call back, Sportacus began his training regiment. It was not long before the phone rung , causing him to cartwheel into action. As expected, it was the clinic.

"Hello, Sportacus! This is Dr. Getwell, I'm Calling about a Ms. Stephanie Meanswell?"

"Yes, sir," started Sportacus, unsure how to proceed, "I caught her vomiting up everything but her soul…. I'm worried doctor"

"Wait-what?! The above-average hero, worried? Now I have got to see this! Drop the ladder, I'll be up in 5 minutes."

Sportacus grinned, "Thank you doctor!" Clicking the phone off, he was finally able to catch his breath, "Ladder". In a few brisk strides, he was beside the bed. He gazed down at Stephanie, her sleeping form so peaceful. Her soft lips form a slight smile as her chest rose and fell rhythmically to beat of his loving heart. Never had he thought in all his years of life could he find such a treasure, something he would covet with his very soul until his last flame of life flickered out. Her beauty, so majestic, had its grip on him from the moment when he first laid eyes on her. His angel of mercy had awaken a part of him he never knew existed; for once, sports was not the highlight of his day. No, it was her smile, her eyes, her voice, her grace, and her love. She had transformed him from a boy to a man and he had never felt so alive. He wanted her, all of her, forever.

Sportacus was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't even noticed when the door open. He didn't even hear the medical bag being sat down or the doctor standing next to him.

"My, my," started an older Pilipino male, startling the sports elf, "she's stunning isn't she? And in your bed! Ha! And here we all thought you'd retain your child like innocence! Whoah, that's a nasty bruise!"

Sportacus frowned, "I'm no hero…. The bruise is there because of my incompetence, I could even save my only love."

"Well, she's still alive, so I'd say mission accomplished. Well, time to wake her up."

Reaching down, Sportacus stroked her soft hair, "My angel, it's time to wake up," he cooed, "The doctor's here love."

Stephanie stirred, her eyes opened lazily as she slowly rose to a sitting position. She stared up, her right eye wide with alertness while her left was nearly swollen shut, "Hi…"

Dr. Getwell wasted no time with formalities as he went to work examining her. He check her vision, her pupils for dilation, her hearing, her jaw functions, and even examined her scalp for any trauma. He checked her reflexes and much to Sportacus' discomfort, her breasts for and abnormalities. After he checked her blood pressure and breathing, he removed his stethoscope happily, "Good news, you cheek is just bruised, no fractures. Everything checks out, no concussion, I just need a urine sample and I'll have the results in an hour," he said as he pulled a small container from his medical bag, "Do you mind?"

Stephanie accepted the cup and stepped into the restroom, leaving the two men amongst their selves.

"Only the best for the above-average hero, right?"

Sportacus locked eyes on the doctor, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't speak poorly of her."

Dr. Getwell merely chuckled at his standoffish reaction, "I didn't mean to offend. I was merely making an observation; you're very lucky."

Before more could be said, Stephanie returned with an half full cup of a clear liquid with a yellowish tinge. She grinned shyly at the doctor, the bruise twitched with effort. Dr. Getwell accepted it and made his way to the airship door.

"I'll analyze the sample immediately and have the results in a few hours." With out any other words, the doctor exited ship.

Now alone again, the above-average hero took his love into his arms, caressing her hair fondly. As she relaxed in his embrace, Sportacus nuzzled his nose in her silky locks.

"What are you thinking about?" Asked Stephanie, her heart racing from the overwhelming adrenalin.

Sportacus sighed contently, "How much I love you."

However, before a response could come, the crystal on Sportacus' super suit lit up in a slow strobe. As a frustrated grunt escaped his lips, his blue clear eyes gazed down at her.

"I'm sorry, my angel. Someone's in trouble," stated the elf, "I have to go."

Stephanie waved her hand nonchalantly, "Go, be a hero."

Sportacus grinned as he checked the telescope. Once he had his target, he disappeared through the hole in the floor, landing squarely on the sky chaser. Stephanie watch him until he vanished from sight, then called for the door and ladder. As she climbed down wrung by wrung, she noticed a fleeting purple figure. Curiosity had his grip on the pink hair youth as she dropped last few wrings, landing squarely on the ground.

With great stealth, she followed tall man, his spats squeaking slightly with each step. Stephanie knew it was Robbie, but she wanted to know where he was going. Naivety was all consuming as she sprinted after him, how ever when she finally caught up to where she had last seen Robbie, he was no where to be seen.

"Robbie?" She called, unsure of where she was. Stephanie knew she was at the outskirts of town, but what lied past this way was a mystery: A delectable mystery. As she walked further into the forest, she could hear wood splintering near by, "Robbie?"

'SMACK!'

Once Sportacus helped the mayor back on the ground after his ordeal of being stuck on the roof, he made his way back to his airship, sprinting and flipping the whole was there. When his airship was in view, he called for the Skychaser.

"My angel, I'm home!" he bellowed, eager to see her sweet brown eyes. However, the only answer that came in return was dead silence and the beep of his answering machine. Doing a one arm front-flip, Sportacus landed at his control panel. He played the message.

"You have one missed call. Missed call:" "Hello! Sportacus, Stephanie, this is Dr. Getwell! I have great news, Ms. Stephanie is very healthy and I examined her sample myself; guess what, she tested positive for….BABIES! Haha, did I scare you two? Sorry, a little medical humor. But yes, Ms. Stephanie Meanswell, is pregnant. Congratulations, come in soon so we can found out how far along she is. Also, she should still take prenatal vitamins, just incase." "Message ended, no new messages."

At this point, Sportacus was searching all over the airship for his love. When he didn't find her, he picked up his all seeing super-scope. What he saw, was horrific; Stephanie was in shackles, chained up in a dark room save for one, lone, dim light.

"What is this?! My crystal?" Sportacus was confused, his crystal didn't flare at all, why? However, before he could inspect it, it began red strobe. Remembering Stephanie was wearing the pearl, he let his crystal pull him to her.

"Door!"

The door gave way to the sky and Sportacus threw himself out. As he plummeted down to earth, so many thoughts battled and wage war in his mind and heart.

The mother of his child was in danger.

Now consumed with fury, Sportacus let himself go and lost his human side. He did a spin, landing on his feet and cracking the pavement beneath him. Any other time, he would have taken care to land more inconspicuously. However, any other time his crystals would not be flashing a flaming red. Wasting no time on formalities, he broke into a full sprint, his elven blood burning through his veins as he sprinted with velocity that only be compared to a wild stallion. As he broke into the forest, he followed the tugging sensation of the pearl in the direction of mortal danger. He punched the nearest tree, splintering a devastating hole and blowing the remainder through the other side when he realized where he was.

"Robbie Rotten," an inhuman growl emitted from his throat, his eyes shining pure blue, the white lost in the ocean of rage that was his mind. With no time to lose, Sportacus raced through the forest of trees, coming to a large boulder that he dead lifted with no effort and chucked clear across the horizon. There, in the ground, was a hole.

Pain, so much pain.

Stephanie's eyes flickered open, the bruise on her cheek now a dark blue welt, and gripped the back of her head. Feeling something sticky, she drew back her hand to find she was bleeding.

"What…?"

"So you're awake"

Stephanie tried to move, only to find herself chained to the floor. She looked around desperately, noting the surrounding darkness aside from the lone, wobbly incandescent light bulb, suspended from the ceiling.

Robbie closed the distance, he was now face to face with his captive. He smirked, eyeing the bruise and began to circle her, "So much for hired thugs, you're not supposed to be alive, you know. But I guess if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself."

"You…..Robbie…You hired those guys in Cloudycity…..To kill me?"

The villain snorted, "Don't act so hurt, I'm the bad guy, remember? You are so gullible"

Stephanie shivered, the severity of the situation sinking in. Flight-or-fight mode now in effect, struggled against the chains with no avail.

"Oh poor little flamingo," chuckled Robbie, standing directly behind her "Can't get out?"

Stephanie snarled as she felt him caress her lower back, "What do you want Rotten?"

"I want to destroy Sportacus, I want to take away everything from him, I want to break him," gripped her hips firmly, her dress rising slightly from the action, "I want to rob him of a beautiful opportunity. You see, I figured it out," his hand dropped just beneath her skirt, stroking the smooth skin of her firm cheek, fingers inching beneath the line of her panties. Stephanie froze, her blood running cold.

She choked, "What are you talking about?"

"You haven't figured it out? Sporta-doof is too much of a gentleman to take your virginity before your wedding. What better way to devastate and repulse him than to take it first?"

Darkness; cold, ominous, unforgiving darkness. Nothing but the steady, angry, red glow of the crystal to light the way, Sportacus raced through the pitch black catacombs beneath Lazytown. His heart beating, pounding a symphony of fear in his ears. The pearl calling out to him, begging him to retrieve it from harm. Every second was painful, a searing pain shooting through his spine as the ring screamed for him. What was happening to her?

Anger had it's grip on his heart as he searched restlessly in the dark. It was when he saw a soft glow emitting beneath the crack of a door did he slow to a halt. Throwing the door open wide, he was distraught and filled with distained at his discovery. The room contained a series of computer monitors, all focused on a scene that tore his heart in two. Robbie Rotten was tearing the dress off a sobbing Stephanie. Wasting no time, he sprinted out of the surveillance room.

Stephanie fought desperately but it was of no use. Tears flowing freely, she pleaded with her captor. Robbie, on the other hand, found this new type of evil to be delicious. Shredding her dress into pieces with a small switch blade, he took his time tormenting her until she was down to her underwear.

"Scream all you want, but he won't find you in time. And when he gets here," started the purple baddie, pulling a gun out of his vest, "Well, let's just say I'm an awesome shot in the dark."

"No….What the hell is wrong with you?!" Stephanie wailed helplessly, the gravity of the situation not lost on her.

Robbie closed the distance, pressing his body against hers as he used his other hand to slice open her bra and panties, "I just want what Sporta-jerk will never have". He then discarded the blade, pinching her nipple none too gently, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Sportacus," she sobbed, letting her head drop in complete despair.

"Ugh," choked Robbie, his posture suddenly straight, his hands raised to his neck. In the dim light, Stephanie could not see what his new trick was, what the red glow behind him meant. It wasn't until he went flying did she realize that there was no trick. His plan was going array.

"I heard someone was in trouble," called a voice, his Icelandic accent saturated in rage.

Robbie hit the wall next to Stephanie with a sickening thud, his silhouette went slack against the wall as he struggled to speak, "Sporta-dunce, you found us….How?"

"I wouldn't be a super hero if I couldn't rescue my own fiancée"

Stepping into the light, his form was a breath of fresh air to his beloved. His blue eyes had completely consumed the white around it, his nostrils flared with an unsatisfied fury, his muscles tensed for a one-sided fight. It wasn't until Stephanie heard the click of a magazine clip snapping into place did she remember her dire situation, "He's got a g-"

Sportacus was already out of sight, the sound of gun fire and metal shattering was all that could be heard in the dimly lit room. No matter how hard she strained to see, Stephanie could still not see through the darkness. Fear gripped her when she heard another thud, inspiring her to struggle anew.

"Relax, I'll get you free," Sportacus stepped back into the light, his eyes once again shown his more human side as he gazed at her affectionately. He took the metal cuff in his hand, "Did he hurt you?"

Stephanie smiled, " I'm ok, my hero. I don't know where the keys are…"

With a smirk on his face, he looped a finger into cuff that held her wrist, and tugged upwards, ripping it open like a silk ribbon. Stephanie gasped in surprise while he ripped open the rest, "I am the only key you will ever need."

Carrying his beloved through the forest on the outskirts of Lazytown, Sportacus kept his pace steady and even. Stephanie, who now wore his white shirt with him wearing only his vest, had her face buried deep into his chest. His rhythmic heart beat relaxed her, allowing her to drift to sleep.

Sportacus smiled, holding her tight to his body as they entered Lazytown. No one knew of the ordeal they had just experienced, why the concrete beneath the airship was caved in or what happened to Robbie Rotten. It didn't matter, everyone was happy and that's all that was important.

Summoning the Skychaser and adjusting Stephanie into a safer position, Sportacus flew back up into the airship. He carried her gently to the bed and laid her down, careful not to disturb her. He then climbed in next to her, resting on his side and pulling her close. Stroking her soft, pink hair, he was finally able to breath. "I love you," he cooed, stirring her from her slumber.

Her chocolate brown eyes gazed up at him, the welt on her cheek fading fast. Her soft hand cupped his cheek, her thumb caressed his mustache affectionately as she drew him close. Her lips, like velvet, stole his breath away. She pulled back, a smile on her lips, " I love you too."

Sportacus grinned wide, but bit his lip as a thought dawned on him. "I have something to tell you," he said, speaking slow.

Stephanie searched his face, understanding that his secret was eating him alive, "What is it?"

Sportacus inhaled sharply, "You're pregnant"

Stephanie's jaw drop, "What?! But I turned 18 three days ago!"

Sportacus grinned sheepishly, "I know."