A/N: I don't own Lazytown. Magnus Scheving or someone else does. This is fanfiction. Shouldn't that be obvious?

This is my first attempt at a lazytown fic. I don't know if it'll become slash or not- but the pairing practically is canon. I'm sorry, Magnus et. al.- but it freaking is.

I'm not sure if I'll end up making Robbie a bit OC, but I just prefer the idea of him as an introvert who genuinely likes his privacy to him being a tragic soul who secretly wants everyone to like him but doesn't know how to get along with them. Just my preference.

"Trixie!" Stephanie yelped. She saw the mischievous girl right before she was about to grind down a railing on her skateboard- no helmet or anything. Surprised, the girl glanced over.

"What's up, Pinky?" she asked, using her hands like a frame to get an angle on how to do this best. The pink-clad girl ran over quickly.

"Trixie, you can't do that!" she insisted, grabbing the skateboard, "You have to be more careful!"

Trixie groaned, not really interested in a lecture right now. Pixel had just showed her a website that explained how to do this, and she was itching to try it out. She grabbed the skateboard back and, with her best Stingy impression, said, "That's mine!"

"But, Trixie, what if you hurt yourself?" she asked, confused.

"Look, Pinky," Trixie explained, setting herself up to start the trick again, "As long as Sportacus is around- no one's seriously going to get hurt. We all know he's going to swoop in and save us at the last second." Before the girl had a chance to reply, the tomboy-ish Trixie had set off in her attempt.

Stephanie covered her hands with her eyes and watched her friend attempt the stunt through cracks in her fingers. Sure enough- at the end of the railing Trixie didn't quite know what to do and went flying.

Right into a wagon that Sportacus had kicked her way.

The pink girl glanced over at the elf as he cheerfully warned Trixie to be more careful. She bit her lip as her friend thanked the hero and gave a 'told you so' look to Stephanie. She considered saying something when his crystal started going off again.

"Someone's in trouble!" he announced the obvious. He looked over at Trixie, apparently he hadn't noticed Stephanie, "I'll see you later- and be careful!"

With this he bounded off, and Stephanie ran after him- curious to see what the trouble was this time.

---

Stephanie got there just in time to see him pull Stingy and Ziggy out of a tree. They were both on a branch that couldn't support their combined weight, and it was about to snap when the hero grabbed them down. She ran over as Sportacus flipped off.

"Stingy! Ziggy! Are you guys okay?" she asked breathlessly, keeping up with Sportacus was hard work.

"Of course we are, Stephanie!" Ziggy said happily, licking the lollypop he always had. Stephanie nodded, taking a moment to catch her breath.

Stingy tutted, "Ziggy, that lollypop is mine!"

Stephanie straightened up, "No it isn't, Stingy. Ziggy always has that lollypop" she insisted happily, glad some things didn't change. She looked over the two curiously, "What were you doing up in that tree, anyways?"

"I was trying to get away from Stingy so he couldn't steal my lollypop!" Ziggy said, hiding behind Stephanie as the other boy attempted to make a grab for it.

"You guys need to be a lot more careful," Stephanie warned them. "What if you had gotten hurt?"

Ziggy laughed at this, "Stephanie- you know as well as anyone that Sportacus would save us if we needed him!" The pink-haired girl bit her lip at this, that was the second time today someone in Lazytown had put themself in danger because they knew the elf would save them. And she thought she had noticed the kids (even the adults sometimes) becoming less careful these days. There was something not right about that.

Stingy agreed, "Besides- I wasn't going to get down. That tree branch is now mine." He made another grab for the sweet in Ziggy's hand, "And so is that lollypop!"

Stephanie rolled her eyes. Some things would never change. "Well, I've got to go you guys. Try to stay out of trouble!" she called to them. They both interrupted their argument to wave goodbye to the girl, but immediately went back into whom the lollypop belonged to.

---

Stephanie wasn't quite sure where to find Sportacus, he wasn't in any of the obvious places, so she decided it was probably best to just write him a letter saying she needed to talk to him. After pulling the lever, she leaned against the wall to try and sort things out in her head. This was definitely a problem- but she didn't know of a good way to fix it.

It was good that Sportacus was always there to save them- but it wasn't good that the kids (and possibly everyone) were getting lax about safety because of it. What would they do if something happened or if Sportacus was busy saving someone else or couldn't get there in time?

A shiver ran up the usually happy girl's spine at the thought of her friends getting seriously hurt, but she didn't know what to do about it. She was hoping that the local hero could help her with that.

As always, it didn't take long for the elf to come down. His crystal wasn't beeping, so it was safe to assume there was no serious trouble, but he was still curious what she wanted to talk to him about and always made sure to hurry when she asked to talk to him.

"Hello, Stephanie!" he said cheerfully, stopping in front of her and placing his hands on his hips. "I got your letter."

"That's good," she said with a half-smile. The elf frowned; it wasn't like Stephanie to be upset unless something was seriously wrong.

"Stephanie- what is it?"

"Well, Sportacus," she started, taking a deep breath. "You know how you're always saving people?"

"Yes, of course!" he said proudly, "I love saving people!"

"That's what I want to talk to you about," she said gently, "Because everyone knows you'll always be there to save them- none of the kids are being careful. I'm really worried about what might happen if you can't save them."

Sportacus frowned again, nodding. That was a big problem. "I'm glad you told me about this," he told her, "You're right to be worried- I'll have to talk about this with the mayor. Do you have any ideas about how to handle this?"

Stephanie smiled at him. That was one thing she liked about Sportacus. He always treated the kids like their opinion actually mattered. She gave it some thought, but she really wasn't sure. "Is there a way you can calibrate that crystal so that it only lets you know when there's a serious emergency?"

Sportacus took his crystal out of its case and looked it over. "I could try… But I never heard of something like that." The hero scratched his head, not sure if he liked this idea. He never thought that helping people could be a problem, and the idea of having to ignore people in trouble to help them was difficult.

The hero shook his head, "Alright- I'll go talk to the mayor. Thank you for letting me know about this, Stephanie."

She smiled at him, waving as he flipped away. Stephanie was sure that Sportacus and her uncle could come up with a good solution.

---

Sportacus and Mayor Meanswell had been able to come up with a solution. A good one? That remained to be seen. The Mayor and Stephanie were organizing a day to help teach the kids about safety. Again.

In the meantime, it was up to Sportacus to either try to get his crystal to only react to serious emergencies, or learn to take a day off every now and then. Everyone agreed that the kids didn't have to think about the consequences of their actions now, and the only way to change that was to make sure Sportacus wasn't always there to fix things.

Neither of these were things he wanted to do. He hated to admit it, but he was afraid to mess with his crystal. It didn't exactly have basic controls, and he might not be able to fix it if he broke it. The hero definitely couldn't replace it, either, it was an heirloom passed down from Sportacus 1 on. It was the only one ever created.

But ignoring his crystal? He couldn't tell what trouble someone was in- only that someone was in trouble and who it was. 'Ziggy fell in the garbage can again' and 'someone is about to die' were both the same signal. Wasn't it better to react to 100 minor signals than ignore 1 life-or-death?

No. He had to find a way to verify what the problem was- and be more willing to let the kids get themselves out of their own scrapes. A sense of responsibility was important, right now he was coddling them. One day he wouldn't be able to save them and there'd be a serious problem, far more serious than if he let them handle a few minor scrapes themselves.

He needed help. And not just any help, he needed the help of the one person in all of lazy who didn't care about anyone, never rushed into action, and was happy to tell the kids off harshly. There was only one person in Lazytown who fit the bill- Robbie Rotten.

Sportacus didn't intend to become like this, of course, but maybe letting a little bit of Robbie rub off on him would help him out with this. That, and it would give him something to do all day while the Mayor and Stephanie tried to teach the kids the value of being safe.

Spending the day alone sounded a little bit boring, and he was sure Robbie could use the company.

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The hero rapped eagerly on the entrance to the underground lair. And then knocked again, not quite so eagerly, when it went ignored for a few moments. Not long after the second try, he heard the recognizable sound of the resident stomping and complaining- probably about being interrupted.

The hatch swung open and Robbie groaned when he saw whom it was. "What do you want?"

"I need your help with something!" The slightly-above-average hero declared proudly.

"Great. What is it?" Robbie was unimpressed. Sportacus faltered, still not used to Robbie's… well… anything about him, really.

"Well- I need to stop helping the kids so much so that they'll learn to be more careful," he explained awkwardly.

"Then leave Lazytown- it's what I've been telling you to do from day one."

"I don't want to stop completely- I was just hoping that if I hung around you, some of your apathy would rub off on me!"

The villain stared at the elf for a moment, shaking his head. Sportadork wanted to care less through osmosis. Sure, why not, that was a foolproof plan if ever there was one. The villain sighed, "I'm not getting out of this am I?"

"Nope!" the hero seemed completely unphased by Robbie's unwillingness.

With a groan the tall man motioned for Sportacus to join him in his lair. It's not like he had any other option, the elf could be infuriatingly relentless. This was not going to be a good day.