Something I wrote after first watching the movie at 11:45 pm. Hope you like.

"No, no!" the coach cried exasperatedly. "How do you expect to win pair skate if you can't be close together?"

Jimmy grumbled as Chazz pulled him roughly to his feet. Honestly, what did the fans see in him? He was an egotistical sex addict, pure and simple.

"Well, if he had some lady-lumps I could stare at, I'd get closer," Chazz sneered. That was just what girly Jimmy needed to match all that estrogen.

"Alright, knock it off," the coach growled. He took both skaters by the arm and arranged them in waltz form, like they were Barbie and Ken. "Closeness conveys chemistry, okay? Without chemistry, there is no pair skate."

Jimmy shifted a little. "You mean like this?"

"No, it's more like this," Chazz corrected. He moved in such a way that his body pressed flush against Jimmy's. Jimmy stifled a small gasp and found himself captured in Chazz's powerful gaze.

"Very good," the coach commended. "Now..." he clicked a button on the CD player. ". . .dance."

The skaters began moving as Celine Dion filled the cold storage. They found that they couldn't tear their eyes from the other as the dance took form. There was no competition, no coach, no medal to be won. Just them and the ice.

A twirl, a lift, a turn. Jimmy and the ice worked in perfect harmony. As far as Chazz was concerned, Jimmy and the ice were one and the same.

An improvised move, a gesture, a flourish. Maybe Chazz was figure skating. Or maybe Jimmy was a teenager again, just learning how to fall in love.

And how they danced. And how each move complimented the other. And how close they were when the song faded.

And how powerful that gaze was, one that had never once broken the entire dance. And how that gaze lingered when the dance was through.

Silence. Then, applause.

"Beautiful work, boys," the coach complimented, his face distorted in a big grin. "If you can convey that in Montreal, you'll bring home the gold for sure!"

". . .Right," Jimmy said quietly. "The competition."

"Bring home the gold," Chazz added, equally quiet.

"Well, you boys head on back to the truck, I'll be there in a minute." The coach began arranging notes and wrapping up the CD player.

The pair of skaters trudged towards the truck in silence. They leaned against it as they waited.

"So. . .you love this girl Katie, right?" Chazz inquired finally. He couldn't bear the silence anymore.

"Yeah." Jimmy stared at the snow.

"Y'know. . ." Chazz put his arm around his friend's shoulders. How comforting that simple touch was to Jimmy. "I could teach you a few things about kissing, if you're nervous about that."

Jimmy smiled at his friend. Oh God, his smile was magic.

"Sure. I'd like that."