Title: Nightmares and Dreamscapes- Chapter 3/?
Fandom: Lazytown
Pairing: Sportacus/Robbie
Rating: Still just a low T for now.
Summary: There is no such thing as magic...right? However, when Robbie starts noticing something strange about Sportacus and unusual things start occurring in Lazytown, that belief just might have to be changed.
Author's Notes: YAY for reviews! And story alerts and what not. They make me happy! Thanks everybody! (And this chapter is way shorter than I wanted it to be.)
Robbie peeked over the bushes. That flipping sports idiot was teaching the kid some new game or other, this one involving a basketball. He inched a little further upwards, watching as Sportakook tossed the basketball over one shoulder. Carefully, he pulled the large net closer to him.
He would just have to wait for Sportaflop to be alone for a few seconds and then he could just catch the man—no, elf. Just toss the net over the idiot before he could flip away and then interrogate him all about elves and magic. Once all of that happened, he would be able to take whatever weakness revealed and just run him out of town.
Robbie resisted the urge to cheer victoriously, knowing that that would cause either one of the kids of the flipping moron to see him, and brought the net even closer, knuckles whitening as his grip tightened.
He would just have to wait for the perfect moment…
Sportacus grinned as Trixie ran off with the ball, Stingy and Ziggy following her. Stephanie cheered loudly from the sidelines, Pixel standing next to her. Sportacus walked over to the pair and stood close to Pixel. One hand nervously went up and rubbed at the emblazoned 10 and the magical crystal. He had to talk to Pixel and see if anything had happened last night. There had to be a reason his crystal went off like that.
"Pixel," he said.
The boy looked up at him, smiling faltering. "Yes, Sportacus?"
Sportacus glanced over, making sure Stephanie was fully engaged in watching the sport. Even as he looked, she dashed away, following Ziggy laughingly. He returned his attention to Pixel. "My crystal went off last night. Did anything happen?"
It was blunt and to the point, but it quickly caught the boy's attention. Pixel frowned at him. "No…," he said slowly. "I went to bed after the game." Then his frown lightened, although it was not a smile. "Although I did have a nightmare."
Sportacus shifted his weight, crossed his arms, and leaned a little closer. "A nightmare?" he asked.
Pixel nodded. "Yeah, it was really scary. I woke up after it and I couldn't move or breathe." Then he smiled slightly, anxiously. "It was really weird."
Frowning, Sportacus looked down at the technical genius. "You couldn't move or breathe?"
"Yeah," Pixel said. "I thought I was awake, but I guess I wasn't. Why else couldn't I move my arms or breathe?" He shrugged uneasily. Then he tried to smile. "But I woke up after that and everything was fine."
Sportacus frowned. Something about it sounded strange, but familiar…He brushed it off and smiled at the child. "As long as you're alright though, Pixel."
Pixel nodded. "I am." His smile was true this time.
Sportacus let the conversation fade, still absently wondering why it sounded so familiar. Ziggy stumbled over to them, laughing and panting. Then he bent over sharply, clutching his side as if pained. Sportacus and Pixel worriedly crowded around him, never noticing as the basketball rolled out of the court and Stephanie ran after it.
Robbie squinted as the small blond child leaned down and Sportacus and the tech child gathered around him. He pushed the leaves around, trying to figure out what was wrong while still trying to stay hidden. A rustle in the bushes caught his attention, distracting him.
A bright orange basketball rolled into view. There was more rustling this time, accompanied by light, airy laughter. Robbie completely froze, hands clenching even tighter around the handle of the net.
Then the little pink child stumbled into view. She caught sight of him and stilled. Then she stood up, placed her small hands on her hips, and narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing here, Robbie?"
Robbie straightened, holding the net to his chest. "None of your business, Pinkie." And then he childishly stuck his tongue out at her.
The pink child huffed and stamped one foot. Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized Robbie. Robbie shifted and told himself that he had no reason to be nervous. "Robbie," she drew out, eyes shifting over to the net that Robbie quickly tried to hide behind his back (to no avail). "Are you trying to kick Sportacus out of town today?"
Robbie drew himself up and glared down at the little pink brat. "No, I am not. I am studying him, for your information."
The pink child immediately shifted, coming closer to Robbie, eyes wide and bright. "Why are you doing that, Robbie?"
Grimacing, Robbie tried to pull back from the child, instead almost tripping over his own feet. Looking over the now interested child, possibilities and calculations spun through his mind. Within seconds, Robbie was smirking and leaning closer to the child. "Well, have you ever noticed that Sportaflop—," he ignored the pink child's frown, "—never takes off his hat."
The child's brows pinched together as she thought, nodding slowly. Then she shrugged. "So?"
Robbie sighed exasperatedly. "And have you noticed that he uses magic with his little crystal?"
The pink child shrugged again. "He's a hero. He's supposed to have some sort of magic."
Robbie rolled his eyes at the naïve belief. "Pinkie, what creature has pointy ears and uses magic?"
There was a moment of silence while the child thought and then her eyes widened. Her hands clapped over her mouth as she stared at Robbie. Robbie simply waited. Another moment and then she removed her hands and whispered, "Sportacus is an elf?"
Robbie turned his head nonchalantly and tried not to smirk. "I think so. That's why I'm watching him."
The pink child (oh, what was her name? …never mind, it didn't matter) nodded slowly. "I get it."
Suddenly, there were shouts and the rustling of leaves. "Stephanie!" one child called. "Did you get lost back there?" Loud, childish laughter followed.
The pink child—Stephanie—kneeled down to grab the basketball. As she stood, she sent an apprehensive look Robbie's way. But she said nothing, dashing off to join the other children. Robbie hunkered down again, focusing once more on the game.