A/N: Told you to expect this chap really soon! hahaha. I HAVE CROSSOVER IDEAS!!

Oh, Just to be clear, this might not turn out the way you all think it will. It will be long, and there will be a turn of romance events in ways you don't expect. Or maybe you do...Maybe you're all psychic. hehehe.

Hey, everyone, go watch P.S, I Love You. It's the most wonderful movie in the universe. Bring Kleenex.

Chapter Five: Airship Confessions

Sportacus rang the doorbell of the Meanswell House. A woman with curlers in her hair greeted him with a smile and a pink suitcase.

"Hi, Sportacus. I appologize if bringing Stephanie to the doctor is going to be a hassle, but I suppose it's good for her to go have some fun this weekend before she has her final exams to study for."

With a smile on his face, Sportacus said, "It's no problem, Mrs. Meanswell. You know I would never keep Stephanie from a fun-filled weekend in Lazytown. It's her second home." He would've said something about Steph's ankle alibi, but wasn't going to lie unless he had to.

"I know, and I stay grateful for your continuous generosity and care for our darling daughter. My husband's getting in his pajamas right now, otherwise he'd be down to say hello." Mrs. Meanswell moved a stray hair away from her eyes. She always thought Sportacus was handsome and well-mannered, but somewhat too predictable for his good behaviour. Then again, she could trust him most with Stephanie, a plus in case she and her husband ever needed help.

With an outstretched hand, Sportacus took the suitcase and said his farewells. Mrs. Meanswell asked him to wish her daughter a good night, and to rest well. The walk to Sportacus' airship wasn't very enjoyable, for his inner eyes could only recall the torment Stephanie went through earlier.

She was on top of his bed, staring at the white wall in front of her. Stephanie didn't move an inch when Sportacus came back in. It seemed her world was crumbling in front of him, and he could only hope her head would remain lifted and see through to the light.

"Stephanie, I have your pajamas and everything. If you want to get changed, the bathroom is actually behind the wall you're staring at. It's small, but it's there." Sportacus placed the pink suitcase on his bed and walked towards the front of the airship. He started to peddle towards Lazytown.

At first, Stephanie stared at her suitcase with disgust. All these years of being a kind, loving girl had gone to waste. All of the happiness and grace had left in that instant of humiliation. Sure, it would be funny years from now, but the burning in her stomach remained. Little did she know, life for her was a puzzle with missing pieces. Pieces that she would have to hunt down and put together in order to completely know herself, and to live with more meaning. As she took her pajamas from the suitcase, Stephanie found herself almost laughing at them; Purple penguins were shown in a continuous pattern on a white fabric. Stephanie realized at that moment . . .

It was time to grow up.

Sportacus didn't realize that Stephanie stood behind him in her pajamas, folding her arms as if she were angry with him. She sat down and crossed her legs, soon tapping the Superhero on his broad shoulder.

"Oh!" He slowed his peddaling and looked quickly over his shoulder. Sportacus said, "I didn't know you were there. Do you need something?"

There was a pause before Steph replied. "Can we talk when we get to Lazytown?"

"Of course. We're almost there, so it won't be long."

Sportacus' answer was enough to send Steph calmly back to the bed. She lay on her back and sighed. It was true things were obviously going to be different from now on, especially with school. But Stephanie hadn't forgotten a certain kiss that Sportacus gently placed on her accepting lips. True, it had felt amazing and sent tingling sensations to parts of her body she never expected to react. However, Stephanie never pictured Sportacus as anything more than a friend. And now that she had tasted the sweetness of something other than fruit or candy, she wanted more. It was a desire never known to her, never dreamed of. She had felt a strong liking towards Nate, but didn't daydream of kissing him. Neither did she envision Sportacus' lips doing anything but moving to let words out of his perfect mouth. Stephanie's new lust scared her, but made her feel adventurous. Kissing was a poison to her, and it made her body bleed out hormones.

The airship came to a stop, right above Lazytown. In one flip, Sportacus was out of his cockpit and on his way to Steph.

"You wanted to talk to me, Steph?" Sportacus asked, wondering if it would possibly concern their sensual encounter at the prom.

"Yeah," She replied, "I feel exposed. Everyone saw it. Nate, Tiffany, and my principal. What do I do?"

Sportacus knelt down to Stephanie's eye level. She rolled on her side to face him.

"Honestly," He frowned, "I don't know."

For a superhero, not knowing how to answer a problem was devastating.

"Should I even bother going back to school?"

"Of course. If you go back, you'll show how strong you are. No one can touch that. You know," Sport's voice softened, "being a superhero doesn't mean physical strength all the time. It means proving to others and, more importantly to yourself that just because trouble comes along doesn't mean it can destroy you. Show your strength and you will win."

It was the answer Stephanie was searching for. She knew her superhero would say something to make her confidence grow just so to spark a memory in her mind of how strong she really was. Her thoughts swirled, most of them echoing in her mind that the only way out of a bad situation is to keep moving.

"When the going gets tough . . ." Sportacus didn't finish his cliche remark.

Stephanie sat up and tried to form a smile on her face. "Thanks, Sportacus, you've always been such a helpful person, always knowing how to make someone feel better. I know I need to go back to school Monday, even if it means being laughed at. I can deal with it and show them I'm not afraid. For the longest time I've let people walk all over me. Not anymore."

"See?" Sportacus added, "In a way, this experience has been a stepping stone for you. You've grown up a little more because of it. Aren't you relieved knowing how strong you really are?"

Stephanie nodded. She was still upset over the Prom, but agreed with Sportacus. Nothing would get better if she hid from her problems.

It only took a second before Sportacus decided to sit next to Steph on his bed. He looked at her cute pajamas and smiled. Something inside of him awoke. He pictured the kiss again and again in his mind, which was somewhat selfish considering the circumstances. But nothing could tear the feeling of her lips on his away from his mind. He was a man who had not felt a woman's touch for too many years. He wanted to feel it again and again until he died with pleasure.

"I want to ask you something, Stephanie." He spoke kindly, words forming inside of his watering mouth.

With raised eyebrows, Stephanie said, "Go on."

It took an emotional boot to kick Sportacus in the heart before he could speak. "Did you enjoy kissing me?"

"Wha-?" She stuttered, "I . . . umm . . .d-didn't think ab-about it all that much."

"Then," Sportacus cupped her chin. "maybe you should."

He lifted her chin slightly into the air and placed his lips upon hers. He never wanted Stephanie this much before, and it surprised both him and his member. She had always been the pink-haired, hyper-active girl-next-door. Now she was on his bed, vulnerable and impressionable as wet cement. Her body went limp as Sportacus wrapped his arms around her waist.

A moment passed with light kissing. Stephanie tried to enjoy it as much as last time, but found her mood dropping.

"Mm-wait" She pushed away. "You need to tell me why you're doing this."

Sportacus was taken aback by her comment, but replied. "Stephanie, I need . . . want to make you happy. I think . . . I think I love you."

"You . . . You don't love me."

"I think I do. We've been through so much together, and I really feel a connection. I'm sorry if I'm scaring you right now, but I can't stop thinking about you."

Stephanie knew she didn't feel the same for him. A romantic relationship would jeapordize their amazing friendship, and she couldn't have that happen. Then again, a new side of Stephanie awoke, filling her with lustful thoughts. So what if she didn't love him yet? After so many years of knowing Sportacus, she had finally begun to see him as a man; A man who could provide security and pleasure. Showing him care in return was the only logical thing to do in order to lock her life into safe mode.

"Maybe," She smirked and said, "just maybe, we can work something out. You say you feel this for me, but I've only begun to see you in a way other than friendship. If we take this slow, perhaps things will work themselves out and help me discover you."

Sportacus kissed Stephanie on the cheek. He grinned from ear to ear.

"Steph," He spoke clearly, "that's all I ask of you."