Title: Nightmares and Dreamscapes- Chapter 5/?

Fandom: Lazytown

Pairing: Sportacus/Robbie

Rating: T

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: Hmm. Instead of going left with this chapter, I went right. Left seemed too OOC, in the end. And, remember, if you read, please review.

Robbie pulled himself out of the silo and took a deep breath of the clear night air. After being ambushed by the pink child and having his net plan ruined, the silence of night would be helpful to plotting. Originally, after the disaster that was his last plan, he had thought a simple walk would help him; instead, he had only been able to concentrate on the shrieking cries of the children still playing some game. Then he had thought that some time alone in his home would help him; just like his previous attempts, the empty costume tubes and chaotic workbench only mocked him.

He started walking through town slowly. The town was completely empty, only the swirl of wind accompanying him. The only sign of life was the occasional lit window in a lone home; however, that was the exception, as the windows of most homes were dark, the inhabitants either absent or sleeping.

Quite a ways into his walk, he ended up by the courtyard the children frequented. And, there was the garden Sportadork had healed, the flowers still bright and lively. Robbie sneered half-heartedly at them for they reminded him of his failed plans and his lack of success with a new plan. Nearby was a park bench that he plopped down on, removing his glare from the flowers and instead fixating on the pale moon and glittering stars.

Slowly, that rage drained out of him. While the garden was a reminder, the night sky was peaceful and inoffensive. His mind skirted around half-formed plans and instead blanked, Robbie simply basking in the rare peace of Lazytown. If only he could get rid of that horrible, annoying, infuriating, gorgeous Sportaflop…

And Robbie dropped off to sleep.

Sportacus jerked up, urgency thrumming through his entire being. Something…something was wrong. His crystal beeped, its glow pulsing in time with the noise. Somebody was in trouble…in the middle of the night. Again.

Moving as quickly as a half-asleep elf could, Sportacus moved from the airship to the town, absently wondering what was causing the alarm. His body moved automatically, heading not towards any of the children's homes, but towards the courtyard. As he flipped to the destination, he wondered which kid decided a walk during the night would be a good idea. Then he pulled together his thoughts and focused on the magic coursing through his crystal.

It wasn't any child that was in trouble. It was Robbie. Almost faltering in his flipping, Sportacus could only wonder what had caused Robbie to fall into trouble. He understood that Robbie would be more inclined towards the night, due to the tranquility and quiet present then, but why would he be in trouble?

He landed heavily and looked around the courtyard, his gaze finally landing on Robbie on a bench some bit away. Robbie had his face tipped up towards the sky, eyes open. For one who was usually, and surprisingly, full of energy, he was frightfully still. Sportacus's stomach twisted into a tight, nervous knot. Bounding forward, he came up to bench and stood to the side of it. Glazed eyes still focused on the sky, Robbie remained still, as if he were paralyzed in that spot.

Sportacus ignored the way his nerves stood on end and asked, "Are you alright, Robbie?"

There was another few seconds where Robbie was so so still and then he broke out whatever trance he was in. Slowly, he looked at Sportacus, expression blank. Then he blinked, eyes focusing once more, and he snarled, "What do you want Sportakook?"

His angry tone was at odds with the sweat beading on his brow and his pallor. Sportacus's concern ratcheted even higher. Sportacus shifted his weight and repeated his question.

Robbie snorted and leaned against the back of the bench. "I'm fine. So," his eyes flicked over to Sportacus, "go away."

Sportacus crossed his arms and frowned. "You shouldn't be out here so late. You don't know what could happen." For a minute, he wanted to take back his almost patronizing words, but worry was curling his gut into knots. Instead he opted with continuing. "My crystal went off which means you were in some sort of trouble, Robbie. I don't want you to get hurt in some way." The words were true and heartfelt, dragged out only from concern.

Robbie rolled his eyes and swore darkly under his breath. With a frustrated sigh, he stood, nearly towering over the shorter elf. "I am not one of those brats, Sportadork. I don't need your," the word twisted into curse, "protection." And then he stomped off, hopefully heading back to his home.

Absently, Sportacus rubbed at the now silent crystal and frowned. What exactly had made Robbie in trouble? Although a little pricklier than usually, he had seemed perfectly safe. He glanced around the courtyard, seeing absolutely nothing that could be considered dangerous. His eyes landed on the small garden. Even in the gloom of night and in the aftermath of Robbie's unfathomable dark mood, the flowers were wonderfully cheery.

Sportacus titled his head. Strange. The flowers were as he had left them, but now there was a circle of mushrooms them. Those hadn't been there.

Then Sportacus shook himself out of his daze. He was obviously in need of some more sleep. With one last glance in the direction Robbie had taken, Sportacus flipped back to his airship, quickly climbing into his home and falling back asleep.

Robbie slid into his fuzzy orange armchair and curled his legs underneath him. Sportakook just had to come along and ruin his night, didn't he? Coming in all broad-shouldered and strong and heroic and handsome…

Despite the elf might have though, he hadn't even been in any sort of trouble! Okay, sure, he had had a really creepy nightmare while he had dozed, but he had woken up. And, yeah, he hadn't been able to move when he had woken up, but that had been nothing. Robbie pressed a hand to his chest, remembering the feeling of his heart racing, the feeling of his pained chest, the feeling of his aching lungs. He hadn't even been able to breathe…

Robbie curled even more into himself. It had just been a nightmare. It wasn't as if he hadn't had them before. The elf hadn't even needed to come to him. He was just being an annoying over protector. He wasn't one of the elf's charges or something. It wasn't as if the elf actually cared or something.

With that thought chasing around in his head, Robbie sighed and dropped off into a fitful sleep.