Title: Nightmares and Dreamscapes- Chapter 9/?

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: OMG THNXS GAIS FOR THE REVIEWS. They made me flail in giggly joy. Furreal. Okay…so. MORE STUFF.

Sportacus did a flip and threw the baseball. There was a chorus of shouts from the children as they scrambled, mitts held high. Surprisingly, Ziggy caught the ball and the chase was on as the other children tried to get it back from him.

Sportacus laughed at the resulting chaos and stepped back as the children sped by him. Stephanie broke off from the group and came to join him, leaning against one of the brick partitions. "Hey," she said with a grin up at him.

"Having fun?" he asked.

She nodded, her grin widening. But then she continued to stare up at him, big brown eyes concerned.

Sportacus resisted a sigh. It always seemed like when Stephanie joined him, they would have some sort of heart-to-heart. Usually, it would be perfectly fine, but more of these conversations were revolving around him and his background. He was just waiting for the day she would ask for him to take off his hat or to show her some of his magic. At the thought a shiver crawled up his spine.

"Are you okay, Sportacus?" She twisted her mitt in her hands.

"I'm just fine, Stephanie. Why do you ask?"

She scuffed the ground with the toe of her shoe, glancing away almost nervously. "Well, you told us you were having trouble sleeping. And I asked Uncle about it and he said that sometimes people can't sleep because they have a lot on their mind." The last few words sounded as if they were verbatim from Mayor Meanswell.

Sportacus tried another smile for her, but she was still giving him that skeptical look. "I'm fine. Really."

She eyed him disbelievingly. "If you say so…," she finally surrendered.

"I do say so. So why don't you go and play? I think Trixie has the ball now." She gave him a last look and then was running off to join the other kids.

Crossing his arms, he leaned against the brick partitions. He had to continue his night watch. It wouldn't do for the elf to continue to hurt his charges. There was no question about it.

Robbie pulled the tiny blanket even tighter over his head and tried to ignore the silence. As it was silence and he was determined to not give in and move and create some sort of noise, the silence was winning its assault. Damn it all.

All he could think of was that stupid elf. The good, heroic, flipping one, not the supposedly "dark" elf that Sportacus had warned him about. All he could think about was Sportacus, standing worriedly next to him. Sportacus, standing in his space, so close that he could practically feel the warmth radiating off the other's man skin. Sportacus, saying, "I care." At the thought, Robbie's stomach did a funny little curl, heat pleasantly warming his whole body.

He brought the blanket down, twisting it in his hands. No, he didn't need those kinds of ideas running around in his head. It was just fine when he could simply ignore his admiration, but when the fool went and said something like that…

Scowling, he stared up at the ceiling. Coming to a decision, he threw off the blanket. A nice quiet walk outside would clear his mind. The cool air would take away his heated thoughts. Perfect. He would only have to make sure he avoided that elf…and the new "dark elf"…

Walking over to his ladder, he frowned. That was rather strange. There was some sort of dark creature running around. What exactly did it want? If the Sports-elf were actually worried…he chewed his bottom lip with his teeth, staring up the dark entrance of his home. Was it okay to go outside and walk around?

Well…maybe if he went outside for just a little bit…and then he could come back in, so nothing would happen. Yeah. That was a good idea. It was already really late at night, so he wouldn't be out long anyway. Humming lightly under his breath to ignore his thoughts (Sportacus Sportacus Sportacus), he climbed through the entrance of his home and started walking.

Another night, another nighttime wandering. Nothing was coming to his attention. There was no dark magic, no elf, no anything…Had the being left after seeing the town was under the Sportacus line's guardianship? He half wanted to believe that, but then he remembered the oily magic that had curled cruelly through his airship and knew that that wasn't the reason why the dark elf hadn't shown up yet.

Rubbing idly at his crystal, Sportacus yawned. These wanderings were lasting longer and longer with the need to find the svartàlfar. The sky was still black and dark, stars still twinkling, but he could feel the pull of false dawn in his veins, the rising of the sun calling to his very nature. Yes…he would leave soon and he would sleep. The children would be put out tomorrow, he figured, since he highly doubted he'd be awake enough to actually go out and play.

Halfway through town, he felt that brush of oily magic and resisted the unfamiliar urge to curse. He followed that slick, oily spill of magic, his own bright magic plucking away at it as he moved further away from town, towards the outskirts were Robbie's billboard and silo was.

His stomach turned sickeningly, heart suddenly pounding even faster than it had been before. He was near running now, energy in his system at the thought of Robbie in danger. He ran…and then skidded to a stop when he saw the figures on the bench.

Robbie was on the bench, head leaning on the back of the edge of the bench; he looked to be asleep. That female elf was next to him, the fingers of one hand spread along his brow. Closer to her now, Sportacus could make out individual features. Her small nose was turned up, her mouth full and wide. Her eyes were dark but spaced too wide for her round face. Her hair was also dark, a long tangled plait thrown over one curved shoulder.

The oily magic curling around his, she smirked. "Hello, Sportacus 10."