SportaSteph fanfic Stephanie the Dancer Chapter 2
TITLE: Untitled (Working title: Stephanie the Dancer)
RATING: PG-13 (With warnings on higher rated chapters)
NOTES: Be forewarned that I have absolutely no clue where I'm going with this fanfic, so where it goes from one chapter to the next isn't all that cohesive. My deepest apologies.
DISCLAIMER: Lazytown belongs to Magnus Scheving, who is a god.
Author's Note: A little bit of back story just for the sake of it.
Chapter 2
And so Stephanie didn't spend the summer in Lazytown when she was 12... or 13... or 14.
But she always wrote. Sheets and sheets without fail. Telling everyone about the dance moves she was learning, and which ones she was having trouble with. She told about her teachers and the friends she was making in her classes. She told about how her parents were taking this very seriously and thinking about homeschooling her instead so that she'd have more time for dancing which they eventually did later on. Most of all she told everyone about how happy she was and how she missed everyone in Lazytown, especially Sportacus.
In fact... that may have been the sole reason for her newfound dance career. Whenever Stephanie came home after the summer she always had so much to say to her parents about what had happened in Lazytown. She'd tell her parents about all the games that were played, all the adventures that were had (skimming over any real danger and making Robbie seem a bit less Rotten), and most of all she'd tell them about how amazing Sportacus was...
~*~*~[Flashback...]~*~*~
Her parents found this adorable... at first. They wanted to know all about Sportacus and let her go on and on about him. It was good for an 8 year old to have someone healthy and upstanding to look up to. She started telling all her school friends about Sportacus too, but not many of them believed her. The tales she told of almost impossible flips didn't seem ALMOST impossible to them, just impossible. So rather than hanging out with them during recess Stephanie practiced trying to flip and jump like Sportacus with limited success.
Stephanie, being the passionate child she is, couldn't hide it from anyone when those feelings of admiration and hero worship began to change. Her mother was the first to notice. When Stephanie came back from Lazytown the second time she went on and on about Sportacus a little more, and on and on about her friends a little less. So her mother started asking questions.
"How old is Sportacus?" She asked her daughter one day. Stephanie frowned in thought.
"Well... He's... an adult?" Stephanie said, sounding not sure of herself.
Her mother, knowing that a kid's brain can make anyone over the age of 18 into an adult tried to clarify the question.
"How old is he compared to, say, your Uncle Milford?" She asked. Stephanie seemed a little surer of her answer.
"Well, he seems a lot younger than Uncle Milford, but Uncle Milford says that when he was younger he used to know Sportacus, and he was the same age then as he is now." Stephanie replied.
This answer didn't make any sense to her mother of course. So perhaps Stephanie had misunderstood what her uncle had said. It sounded to her that maybe Milford had been friends with Sportacus when they were younger.
"Where does Sportacus live?" Her mother asked.
"In an airship above Lazytown." Stephanie replied.
"An airship?"
"Yeah. It's looks sort of like a big blimp with wings. It's blue and white and red and whenever someone's in trouble Sportacus jumps out of it and saves them." Stephanie explained. Her mother thought it best to go onto the next question.
"Well, where does Sportacus come from? Where was he born?" Her mother asked. Stephanie had a hard time with that one. Apparently it had never occurred to her to ask.
"Well... he's got a funny accent. So I guess he comes from a different country. But I don't know which one." Stephanie then tried to mimic Sportacus's accent to no avail.
"What does Sportacus look like?" Her mother asked finally. Stephanie's eyes went up as she pictured Sportacus in her head and she blushed a little.
"Well..." She hesitated. "He wears a blue uniform, with a number ten on it. And a cap and goggles." She started off slowly. Her mother was about to ask about his physical appearance but then Stephanie got going.
"He's got a lot of muscles, and he's outdoors all the time so he's got tanned skin. His eyes are a really pretty blue and he's got a pointy mustache. Oh, and he's really tall."
And so by the end of all this all Stephanie's mother could picture was a tall, tanned, old foreign man living in a balloon. The possibility that her daughter could have a crush on a man like this was completely mind-boggling. No matter how much of a good samaritan he was, or in how good a shape.
She supposed she shouldn't be too concerned. Stephanie wasn't even quite 10 yet. It wasn't as though this crush would last forever. She recalled that she had a dozen crushes a week at that age. She'd let it pass for now and hope for the best.
It wasn't until her mother had fully realized that Stephanie's feelings for Sportacus were getting stronger over the years and not waning did she decide that perhaps it was time for some intervention. She knew that Stephanie always begged and pleaded to go to Lazytown the minute school let out if not sooner and that if she wasn't given a much sweeter alternative then nothing would stop her from wanting to go again that year. Stephanie's mother knew that Stephanie had always wanted real dance lessons, but had always considered them to be too expensive in the past. But now maybe it was worth it, if it got her mind off of Sportacus and Lazytown for a little while. It would be good for her...
~*~*~[End Flashback...]~*~*~
Although, if that could be said to be the real reason for Stephanie's dance lessons, it never took. Stephanie danced her heart out and loved every minute of it, but never once did she forget about Sportacus. She constantly wondered about him.
"Does Sportacus dance really well? Would Sportacus be able to do this move? Sportacus would believe in me, I'm sure I'll be able to get this move."
Whenever she was learning partnered dance she'd always fantasize about doing it with Sportacus. Whenever she was struggling with a dance move she used the idea of Sportacus being so happy for her when she finally got it to push through until she could do it flawlessly. Whenever the stress of it became just a little too much, she'd wish she was back in Lazytown playing with Sportacus.
So it wasn't any wonder that when her dance instructor said that Stephanie deserved some time off Stephanie's first and last choice for a vacation spot was, of course, Lazytown. Her mother hemmed and hawed over it, but her father liked the idea. Dance lessons were expensive, so foisting her off on his brother would be a nice, cheap, alternative to any other suggestion his wife might have.
And so it was, after 3 years Stephanie was finally going back to Lazytown.
RATING: PG-13 (With warnings on higher rated chapters)
NOTES: Be forewarned that I have absolutely no clue where I'm going with this fanfic, so where it goes from one chapter to the next isn't all that cohesive. My deepest apologies.
DISCLAIMER: Lazytown belongs to Magnus Scheving, who is a god.
Author's Note: A little bit of back story just for the sake of it.
Chapter 2
And so Stephanie didn't spend the summer in Lazytown when she was 12... or 13... or 14.
But she always wrote. Sheets and sheets without fail. Telling everyone about the dance moves she was learning, and which ones she was having trouble with. She told about her teachers and the friends she was making in her classes. She told about how her parents were taking this very seriously and thinking about homeschooling her instead so that she'd have more time for dancing which they eventually did later on. Most of all she told everyone about how happy she was and how she missed everyone in Lazytown, especially Sportacus.
In fact... that may have been the sole reason for her newfound dance career. Whenever Stephanie came home after the summer she always had so much to say to her parents about what had happened in Lazytown. She'd tell her parents about all the games that were played, all the adventures that were had (skimming over any real danger and making Robbie seem a bit less Rotten), and most of all she'd tell them about how amazing Sportacus was...
~*~*~[Flashback...]~*~*~
Her parents found this adorable... at first. They wanted to know all about Sportacus and let her go on and on about him. It was good for an 8 year old to have someone healthy and upstanding to look up to. She started telling all her school friends about Sportacus too, but not many of them believed her. The tales she told of almost impossible flips didn't seem ALMOST impossible to them, just impossible. So rather than hanging out with them during recess Stephanie practiced trying to flip and jump like Sportacus with limited success.
Stephanie, being the passionate child she is, couldn't hide it from anyone when those feelings of admiration and hero worship began to change. Her mother was the first to notice. When Stephanie came back from Lazytown the second time she went on and on about Sportacus a little more, and on and on about her friends a little less. So her mother started asking questions.
"How old is Sportacus?" She asked her daughter one day. Stephanie frowned in thought.
"Well... He's... an adult?" Stephanie said, sounding not sure of herself.
Her mother, knowing that a kid's brain can make anyone over the age of 18 into an adult tried to clarify the question.
"How old is he compared to, say, your Uncle Milford?" She asked. Stephanie seemed a little surer of her answer.
"Well, he seems a lot younger than Uncle Milford, but Uncle Milford says that when he was younger he used to know Sportacus, and he was the same age then as he is now." Stephanie replied.
This answer didn't make any sense to her mother of course. So perhaps Stephanie had misunderstood what her uncle had said. It sounded to her that maybe Milford had been friends with Sportacus when they were younger.
"Where does Sportacus live?" Her mother asked.
"In an airship above Lazytown." Stephanie replied.
"An airship?"
"Yeah. It's looks sort of like a big blimp with wings. It's blue and white and red and whenever someone's in trouble Sportacus jumps out of it and saves them." Stephanie explained. Her mother thought it best to go onto the next question.
"Well, where does Sportacus come from? Where was he born?" Her mother asked. Stephanie had a hard time with that one. Apparently it had never occurred to her to ask.
"Well... he's got a funny accent. So I guess he comes from a different country. But I don't know which one." Stephanie then tried to mimic Sportacus's accent to no avail.
"What does Sportacus look like?" Her mother asked finally. Stephanie's eyes went up as she pictured Sportacus in her head and she blushed a little.
"Well..." She hesitated. "He wears a blue uniform, with a number ten on it. And a cap and goggles." She started off slowly. Her mother was about to ask about his physical appearance but then Stephanie got going.
"He's got a lot of muscles, and he's outdoors all the time so he's got tanned skin. His eyes are a really pretty blue and he's got a pointy mustache. Oh, and he's really tall."
And so by the end of all this all Stephanie's mother could picture was a tall, tanned, old foreign man living in a balloon. The possibility that her daughter could have a crush on a man like this was completely mind-boggling. No matter how much of a good samaritan he was, or in how good a shape.
She supposed she shouldn't be too concerned. Stephanie wasn't even quite 10 yet. It wasn't as though this crush would last forever. She recalled that she had a dozen crushes a week at that age. She'd let it pass for now and hope for the best.
It wasn't until her mother had fully realized that Stephanie's feelings for Sportacus were getting stronger over the years and not waning did she decide that perhaps it was time for some intervention. She knew that Stephanie always begged and pleaded to go to Lazytown the minute school let out if not sooner and that if she wasn't given a much sweeter alternative then nothing would stop her from wanting to go again that year. Stephanie's mother knew that Stephanie had always wanted real dance lessons, but had always considered them to be too expensive in the past. But now maybe it was worth it, if it got her mind off of Sportacus and Lazytown for a little while. It would be good for her...
~*~*~[End Flashback...]~*~*~
Although, if that could be said to be the real reason for Stephanie's dance lessons, it never took. Stephanie danced her heart out and loved every minute of it, but never once did she forget about Sportacus. She constantly wondered about him.
"Does Sportacus dance really well? Would Sportacus be able to do this move? Sportacus would believe in me, I'm sure I'll be able to get this move."
Whenever she was learning partnered dance she'd always fantasize about doing it with Sportacus. Whenever she was struggling with a dance move she used the idea of Sportacus being so happy for her when she finally got it to push through until she could do it flawlessly. Whenever the stress of it became just a little too much, she'd wish she was back in Lazytown playing with Sportacus.
So it wasn't any wonder that when her dance instructor said that Stephanie deserved some time off Stephanie's first and last choice for a vacation spot was, of course, Lazytown. Her mother hemmed and hawed over it, but her father liked the idea. Dance lessons were expensive, so foisting her off on his brother would be a nice, cheap, alternative to any other suggestion his wife might have.
And so it was, after 3 years Stephanie was finally going back to Lazytown.