(A/N: everything that is said in Russian will be initialized. It makes the story a lot smoother when there is a lot of conversations happening between Russian-speaking characters.)

Even though both Viktor and Yuuri had been on airplanes more times than they can even fathom, this ride made them feel like it was the first time all over again.

They were on their way to St. Petersburg, with the intention of seeing Viktor's parents. A week ago, Yuuri didn't even know Viktor's parents were still alive. He never mentioned them. He never liked to talk about them when Yuuri asked. The conversation was avoided in every way until that phone call.

Viktor was stoic for the entire flight. He didn't really show much emotion, which was rare for the typically happy and bouncy man. He read a book in silence, occasionally looking up to meet Yuuri's eyes with a soft smile as if he was telling him that he was okay.

"We are now landing. Welcome to St. Petersburg, Russia." the flight attendant said over the intercom.

Everyone was getting their personal belongings together as they made their way to the gate. Viktor finally tore his eyes from the book and carefully stuck it in his bag by his feet. He pulled out his phone to turn it back on in case he got any calls during the flight.

Yuuri watched Viktor as he put away his own stuff. He had never seen Viktor like this before. He was sure he was reverting back to his old nature to keep himself from getting hurt but it was hurting Yuuri, seeing his happy husband so...unemotional.

The plane parked at the gate and the fasten seatbelt sign flashed away. Everyone on the plane gathered their stuff and was heading off the plane. Yuuri grabbed his back and put it over his shoulder.

"Viktor…are you okay? You have been quiet." he said.

"I am fine Yuuri. Promise." he said with a weak smile. He grabbed his bag and put it over his shoulder before standing up. He opened the overhead bins and grabbed both of their bags. Yuuri tapped his husband's arm, making him look down at him.

"If anything is wrong, I want you to tell me Viktor. I don't want you to keep all these feelings to yourself. I will make this harder than it already is." Yuuri said as he climbed out into the aisle.

"I will." he said as he handed Yuuri his carry on. They both headed out of the plane and out into the terminal. It wasn't too crowded in the airport. He had been here before but it had been years since then and it wasn't for such a dire circumstance.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and Yuuri nose. He smiled a little, wanting a cup for himself. Viktor noticed the boy's curiosity.

"Do you want some coffee Yuuri? I know it's been a long trip." he asked. Yuuri nodded, lacing his fingers with his Viktor's, squeezing his hand a bit. They walked over to a small coffee shop near the end of the terminal. Yuuri stood outside, not wanting to crowd the place. Viktor came back with 2 small cups of coffee, handing one to Yuuri.

"Thank you." Yuuri said, taking a small sip. They both started walking towards the exit of the airport.

"I rented a car and got a hotel near my parent's house. There is no way I could stay in that house…" he said, trailing off towards the end. Yuuri looked down at his coffee, not sure of how to react. Viktor still wasn't in the mood to talk. It made the walk to the rental booth quiet. The rest of the drive was just as quiet.

-Later-

Viktor put the keycard into the door, opening it up shortly after. He let Yuuri in first then walked in after him, dropping his bag off at the door. He jumped into the bed and laid face down in the pillow.

Yuuri could tell his stress level was beyond what the man could handle. Viktor's head was probably swirling with hundreds of different scenarios at the time. Yuuri shrugged off his coat and hung it up in the closet. Yuuri knew the feeling all too well.

"Viktor?"

No answer.

"Viktor?" Yuuri asked, turning around to face the bed. Viktor didn't answer again. He walked over to the bed and laid down beside him. He put his arms around the sulking man and used his strength to pull him closer to him. Viktor put his head in Yuuri's chest in response. Yuuri started to run his fingertips through his hair, getting him to relax. Yuuri cuddled the man for awhile in silence before Viktor spoke up.

"I don't know what to do...what to feel...I haven't seen my parents in years. I manage to suppress all my feelings about them but here I am getting upset about going to see a man I wished for many years would be in the position he is right now." Viktor admitted, his face still buried in Yuuri's chest.

"Death isn't an easy thing to face." Yuuri responded, still running his fingers through his hair. "If anything happens, I'll be right there. I'll be there every step of the way. I may not know much about your family or anything but I will try my best to keep you together. Okay?"

Viktor nodded and moves his face out of Yuuri chest. His eyes were red and wet with tears. "You are too good to me Yuuri. Much too good. Thank you."

Yuuri pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "You're welcome. Now relax."

Viktor squeezed Yuuri tighter, relaxing so he could rest a little.

Both men fell asleep quickly, their bodies were worn out from a day of traveling. They were still sleeping when Viktor's phone started to ring.

Ring ring ring

Viktor sighed and pulled his phone from his pocket. He quickly slid across the screen and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello."

"Viktor, You never told me your itinerary. Have you landed yet?" Of course it was his mother.

"Yes. Yuuri and I are at the hotel resting."

"Oh...so you did end up bringing him?"

"I told you I wasn't going to come without him. He is my husband. He deserves to know just as much as anyone else."

The woman scoffed. He could practically see her rolling her eyes.

"Husband is a strong word Vitya."

"I'm not going to have this conversation right now on the phone."

"Then let's have it over dinner."

"No. I refuse to bring him there just for you to insult him to his face. I can take what you say to me, but I won't when it comes to him."

"It's not just me. Your sister is here also too. She wants to see you."

Viktor's breath hitched in his throat. He felt like there had been a blow to his chest and he couldn't catch his breath.

"W-What ?"

"You heard me. Anna is here and she wants to see you."

He was silent for a second, looking at Yuuri who was buried in his phone at the moment. He let out a shaky breath.

"I'll be there." he said before hanging up the phone. He laid back on the bed, trying to catch his breath still. Yuuri saw he was finished with his phone call and turned around to face Viktor.

"What happened?"

"We are going to my parent's house for dinner." He said plainly before sitting up and climbing off the bed.

"Yuuri, you have to promise me if things get too heated, you will grab me and leave." He said, his tone getting oddly serious.

"I...I promise."

Viktor grabbed his scarf and threw it over his neck. Yuuri scrambled to get himself looking presentable.

"So it's going to be me, you, and your mom right?" He asked, nervously brushing his hair.

"My older sister will be there too apparently." He half-heartedly mentioned.

"Older...sister? You never told me you had siblings…"

"I'm sorry Yuuri. I really am. But...my family has been estranged for most of my adult life. I didn't think we would ever be in this situation. I honestly thought you would never have meet them. So, I didn't mention it. It often brought up feelings I couldn't handle so I kept it to myself. I didn't want to get you involved in the cross-hairs of my family life.. I'm sorry." Viktor explained, walking over to Yuuri and holding him tightly.

Yuuri sighed deeply. Viktor turned him around and kissed him softly. "Please don't be upset at me."

"I'm not going to get mad right now because honestly, I'm worried about a lot more right now. But don't think I'm going to forget about this." Yuuri said before worming out his arms.

"Understandable." Viktor said before slipping his shoes on. Yuuri finished fixing his hair and coat.

"What's your sister's name?" Yuuri asked, putting on his scarf and shoes as well.

"Anastasia. Anna for short." He said, grabbing the keys the rental car.

"How much older is she?"

"6 years. Not too much of a gap." He said, opening the door and leading Yuuri out.

Yuuri walked out first, heading toward the elevator. "Is she like your parents?"

"No. She was the first person I confided in. I told her everything. But, she never would oppose my parents. She would say all these things behind closed doors but the moment I needed her to stand up for me, she cowered away and went to my parent's side. She wanted to be their perfect little girl but she was far from it." He said, stepping inside first. Yuuri followed suit.

"Oh. But if you two were close, why didn't you talk to her for so long?"

"She left me. Things started getting really bad in my house. My father was getting worse and worse and my mother refused to stop him. It was a wreck every single day. So, she got up one day and left and never came back. She didn't speak a word to me. I got a phone call on my birthday that year from her and that was it. Gone. Haven't heard a word from her since so I find it odd she wants to see me after all these years."

Yuuri was quiet again, unable to comfort the man. Viktor smiled softly and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"I know there's a lot I'm telling you. Be prepared. You will be learning more about me these next few days. But take all of it with a grain of salt. My family loves to spin the story on you to make them feel like they are the victim in all this."

Yuuri nodded and Viktor replied with a smile, heading out the elevator and leading him out to the car.

Yuuri savored that smile because he was sure that was going to be the last time he saw that smile for a long while.