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A/N: I'm using this third part of the series as a reply to my challenge (see my website for details). Hopefully I'll be coming out with another LT fic. I do have to finish Stephie and the Beast, but it will take a lil while. The songs are kind of hard to cover, but I love the challenge. Expect to see another LT fic soon. (In the M-rateds, most likely. Not going to write another Contaminated though. I'm planning a serious fic to go along with my challenge once again.)

BTW- Thanks 18lzytowner for adding me to your faves again. :) and also... why would i put this back up without updating? lol sometime's you readers are silly!

Four

Something was different about Robbie. Stephanie noticed his oddly kind behaviour while they chit-chatted.

"I'm moving back into my underground house," Robbie said, "But I have no intentions of harming anyone. I know words aren't as strong as actions, but please don't feel like you can't trust me."

Steph smiled and replied, "Robbie, don't worry. I've gotten through so much and stayed in one piece. There's nothing that can be thrown at me right now that I cannot handle. Nothing."

"Guys," Trixie interrupted, "it's nearly nine p.m. I think we should wrap the party up. Would you mind, Robbie?"

"Of course not! I'm surprised a party was thrown considering everything this town has survived. Besides, it's been a really long day. There's nothing I want more right now than to curl up in my comfortable bed with my own bed sheets and my own pajamas. The jail's pajamas were so . . . cold!"

Jail. What a strange word to hear from Robbie's lips. Steph knew he was innocent, but that didn't mean he was pure good. No one could change overnight like that. No matter how hard they tried. Yet, Steph did give him credit for learning his lesson.

The party ended, folks went home, and Robbie returned to the underground. Night fell quicker than expected, bringing yawns across the town. Planning and putting on a party was tiresome. Now that it was over, Sportacus returned to planning the wedding. Steph, however, went straight to sleep.

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"Stephanie! Stephanie!" Mayor Meanswell called.

No answer.

"Stephanie!" Milford walked upstairs and peeked into his niece's bedroom. She wasn't there either.

A faint voice was heard, "I'm in the bathroom, Uncle. Not feeling so great."

"Oh my," Milford said, "I do hope you are feeling well enough to go outside. It's such a glorious morning, too." He glanced at the closed bathroom door and waited for a response.

Steph shortly said, "I'm not so sure."

"I'm positive once you get outside you won't feel . . . What is wrong?"

A moment passed with coughing noises. "Throwing up. I'll be outside in a few minutes."

Milford knew not to say anything else. His niece was rarely sick, so he wanted to give her privacy. Nothing was as discomforting as being watched while feeling ill. Or being listened to.

Once Steph finished in the bathroom, she walked downstairs to grab some water and headed outside. Her friends were playing dodgeball. The game appeared fun, but Steph wasn't in the mood to move around just yet. She wanted to give her stomach some time to relax and recover. Onto a nearby bench, she sat, drinking water and craving sports candy.

"Oh, and I guess you're just going to sit around all day?" A tender voice startled Steph. Sportacus took a seat next to her and handed her a shining red apple.

A smirk played on the corner of Steph's mouth. "I'm not feeling up to par, Sportacus. I think I'm coming down with a flu or cold."

"I'm sorry." Sport frowned, "Is there anything I can do to help? Would you like some soup?"

"Sportacus," Laughed Steph, "It's not even eleven a.m. It's not time for soup. Besides, I'm content with water and an apple. I don't want anything that will upset my stomach even more."

An orange plush ball flew towards Steph and landed by her feet. She picked it up and raised her head to see Robbie walking over to her.

"I almost lost my ball!" He said, reaching to take the orange toy back.

Steph giggled, "You're playing?"

"Yeah," Answered Robbie, "Why not? Do you want to join my team?"

Sportacus rolled his eyes, "If you had been here five seconds earlier, you would have noticed that Steph is not feeling well."

"I could always cheer you on. As much as I would love to play, I really don't feel that peachy."

Robbie nodded and said, "Alright then. I'll take you up on that. Come over to the playing field and cheer us on. How about you, Sportacook, are you playing?"

In a very serious manner, Sportacus stood up and glared at Robbie. "Of course I am. I'm on the opposing team."

The three of them walked quickly over to the dodgeball game, Steph sitting on a bench in the sidelines. Robbie took his side with Trixie and Stingy. Sportacus was on a team with Ziggy and PIxel. Three on three, the game began.

"Go Trixie! Go Ziggy!" Steph tried to cheer for both teams, but it was proving difficult.

An orange plush ball flew near Sportacus' ear, but he missed it by flipping in the air. He picked the ball off of the ground and whipped it, with all his might, at Robbie's chest.

"Ahh!" Robbie ran out of the way. He could sense tension rising in the air between he and Sport.

With another life-thretening ball whizzing towards his legs, Robbie nervously moved out of the way. He could only take so much before growing tired. Trixie stepped in front of him to throw a ball at Ziggy. The ball almost missed, but grazed his left shoulder.

"Ziggy's down!" Trixie cheered and high-fived Stingy.

Stingy grabbed a ball, "This hit's mine."

Dodging a throw from Pixel, Stingy aimed for Sportacus. Of course he missed. But who could hit such a mobile, flexible man?

Steph cheered, "Go Sportacus!"

"Hey!" Trixie yelled at Steph, "You're marrying him. You're not allowed to cheer for him during games. That's favoritism and it's unfair. So, cheer-" Trixie was hit in the side of her stomach. "Darnit!"

Sportacus smiled, "Teaches you not to dilly dally while playing a game."

Instantly, Robbie took a ball and slammed it into Pixel, who had his back turned to pick up a ball.

The way the Lazytowners played was different from a regular dodgeball game. Once all the teammates were on the ground, or down, the other teams' members could stand up and pick one player on the other team to free their players. If the other team tagged all of their players before getting hit, then both teams would stand back up and continue the game. If, however, the other teams' player didn't tag everyone before getting hit, then the game would be over for that team.

Robbie and Stingy each had a ball. Sportacus was the only one left standing. If they could knock him down, they could pick Ziggy to attempt saving his team. But no one knew how much anger built up in Sportacus over the last few years. He wasn't going to let them win. No way.

"Robbie, watch out!" Steph shouted just as a ball whizzed past his head.

Sportacus whipped another ball towards Robbie, but it hit Stingy instead.

"What?" Stingy couldn't believe he was hit. "Now it's just you and Spotracus, Robbie. Win it for the team!"

For a moment, Robbie glanced at Stephanie. He wouldn't be insulted and humiliated in front of her.

One ball in Robbie's hand. One in Sportacus'. Both arms raised simutaneously, aiming and ready. A glint of malice passed into Sportacus' mind. This could be his moment. His moment in time to rid Robbie of his egotistic thoughts of always winning. And in Robbie's mind passed an image of a girl with pink hair and a day where she visited him. It wasn't just any day; This specific day was spontaneous, wild, carefree, and experimental.

Both orange balls flew into the air . . .