Title: Nightmares and Dreamscapes- Chapter 15/?
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: This story was only supposed to be twenty chapters. I wondered what happened to that idea. (Though it may end up like that anyway.) Thanks for all the reviews! And OMG over 1000 hits! Super THANKS!
"Robbie?" Sportacus asked again, softly. He reached out and placed a hand on the trembling shoulder. Robbie let Sportacus pull him out of the shadows and into the light. He was so pale, eyes so so dark, and there were shining streaks on his face, trails of his tears.
There was another hitching sob and Sportacus ignored all of his reservations. He pulled Robbie into a tight hug and let the man cry on his shoulder. He ran his hand along the long length of back soothingly and murmured quietly. This…this was so unlike his Robbie.
Sniffling quietly, the man pulled slightly away from him.
"Let me guess," Sportacus said softly, looking down into the wet grey of Robbie's eyes. "You are Sadness."
He got a trembling smile. One slender hand went up and rubbed at the tearing eyes. "Yes," the man agreed and stepped back. There, in the light, Sportacus could see the pale blue of Robbie's clothing. "I'm sorry I cried all over you. I just hate that memory so much. Mamma…and then Papa?" Another wet sniffle accompanied the words.
Without any of his usual qualms, Sportacus reached forward and used his thumb to wipe away the tears. "It's alright. Things like that can be overwhelming."
The smile this time wasn't so shaky. "You would understand, wouldn't you?"
A sudden shuffling in the trees had Sadness stepping closer to him, eyes now warily searching the dark canopy. "Why are you here, Sportacus?" The elf in question nearly jumped in joy at Robbie saying his name. "Do you have somebody with you or something?" There was another shuffle in the treetops. Eyes wide, Sadness took one of Sportacus's hands in his.
Sportacus's breath caught in his throat and he hesitantly curled his fingers around the shaking ones. "I did have a guide. Wisdom was showing me, but then I tripped and he…" Sportacus glanced around; there was no sign of the white-clothed personae anywhere. "Disappeared," he finished.
Sadness let out a sigh, though his eyes were still directed upwards. "Wisdom always gets on some tangent or other and gets distracted. You…you just shouldn't be left in the forest alone." He sounded worried.
"Why not?" Sportacus asked curiously. Wisdom had said the same thing, but the personae hadn't elaborated.
There was another step closer and Sadness was pressed against his side, wonderfully warm and lithe. "Well, there's Defense," the grey eyes flickered worriedly over to the shadows between the trees before he continued, "and the Instincts, which always means Glanni is near." Then those eyes went back up to the treetops. "Outside the forest," Sadness said in a whisper, "you'd be fine. You'd run into a personae or two. If Wisdom didn't come and kick you out, Defense would. But you've made it so far into the forest, seen so many secrets…"
Sadness swallowed, the click of his dry throat loud in the sudden silence. "I don't want you to get hurt," he murmured quietly. Tears gathered in the cloudy eyes again and Sadness wiped futilely at them. "Damn," he bit out and then started moving, dragging Sportacus with him.
"We need to find Wisdom," he said. "I can't do anything about Defense or the Instincts, but Wisdom can always hold them back. They're so much stronger than me and if they found us, we are in so much trouble."
His fingers were shaking again, so Sportacus gently squeezed the slender hand. "We'll be alright. We just need to find Wisdom."
"I can never find Wisdom though," Sadness said quickly, almost frantically, eyes darting around.
Sportacus winced. Sorrow was an emotional thing, whereas intelligence was, obviously, logic-based. Of course the two personae would not run into each other that often.
In spite of his words, they could soon hear the yells of, "You damn elf! Where the hell are you?" Sportacus called back happily and sure enough, Wisdom stomped through the trees and shadows to grab hold of him.
"You need a leash," Wisdom grumpily informed him. "You keep getting away from me."
And then Wisdom noticed Sadness. "Get out of here," Wisdom snapped. "You're neither wanted nor needed here."
Sadness drew back if his hit, shoulders coming up. Tears were already gathering in the shadowed eyes, the shine magnifying and crystallizing every shade of grey.
"Be nice," Sportacus ordered sternly. Wisdom pouted childishly, crossed his arms, and turned away. Rolling his eyes at the behavior, Sportacus looked towards Sadness. He took one hand in his and patted it gently. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Sadness," he said.
Still turned away from them, Wisdom snorted in disbelief.
His words drew a thin smile from the personae. "Really?" he asked quietly.
"I like any part of Robbie," Sportacus replied truthfully, smiling.
Wisdom was saying something under his breath, but Sportacus completely ignored it in favor of being with Sadness, who, contrary to his aspect, brightened some at the words.
Then there was a sudden crash in the undergrowth that had the brightness in Sadness's face completely draining away. The persona was white as he stepped closer to Sportacus, actually standing protectively in the way of the direction of the noises. Was it those instincts Sadness had mentioned? Or that strong defense?
In spite of what Sadness had said, Wisdom didn't seem at all afraid. He let out a frustrated sigh, on hand going up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I forgot," he said dryly. "I found a straggler." His eyes cut over to Sportacus. "He was looking to meet you."
Sportacus took in Sadness's shaking. Was it that defense, the one who would be able to kick him out of Robbie's mind?
Then a bright orange ball of energy burst through the trees.