A/N: Hi, friends! It's been a week since we last seen each other. Do we really need to do a recap? I mean, I'm sure you've read other stuff since then. And if you were following everything I post and were stuck on the Supernatural fic for a while…Screw it. Let's do a recap.

So, Violet's in London. She's kicking ass, taking names. Yuri and Yurio's competition is in the morning. But where we left off, Yurio's having a little trouble sleeping, so he goes to Mama's room to see if she can remedy that. Little does Yurio know, Mama's having some trouble sleeping, too. Jetlag's a bitch, no matter how well Violet can handle herself on it. So, they're taking a little walk. God knows where they're going to end up. Oh, wait. I know. How about you find out, too?

The last time I walked the streets of London this late at night, I was drunk and using Chris and Victor as unstable crutches. Past me would never have guessed I'd be doing it ten years alter with one of my sons fighting jetlag. It's weird. Have I really settled down that much? Violet, you just danced to Lady Marmalade in front of thousands of people using your former BDSM relationship as inspiration. You are far from settling down while you go through this renaissance. And so, Yurio and I took a walk through London town, fighting off our jetlag.

Yurio had competition in the morning, so I couldn't have him out too late. He'll still need to get some sleep. Unfortunately, Yurio was still too young to go to the pubs, so a nightcap was out of the question. However, I remember hearing about a tearoom that was open late. That sounded like a damn good idea. Besides, Yurio's kind of a lightweight when it comes to his tea. When he gets a couple cups of chamomile in him, he's out like a light. No matter what time of day. It's his Ambien.

"Mama," Yurio took my hand, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," I led him down the stairs. This tearoom was in an old subway station that cave the local music scene a really cool sound. It echoed through the tunnels and came out through the grates. It's neat as hell.

When we walked in, there were a few people in here, but not too many. Damn, this place is nice. Dimly lit, no drunk idiots. The stage was just getting set up. I wonder which one of them is playing. None of that mattered right now. Because Yurio's face was a shining beacon. I've only seen this kid so happy once and that's when he found out I was using Plisetsky for his name instead of Nikiforov. He's out at one o'clock in the morning with his Mama in a cool, underground place in the heart of London with Victor and press nowhere in sight. I can't blame him.

"I like this place," Yurio found us a booth and made himself at home, "Can we come here every time we're in London?"

"Absolutely," I approved, loving the atmosphere in here. It's so cozy.

"Hello," a cute waiter came up to our table, Yurio catching his eye, "Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"Chto ty tol'ko chto skazal mne?!" Yurio snapped. Oh, shit…He is sleep deprived.

"Yuratcha," I settled him, "Prinesti izvineniya…"

"Prosti…" Yurio pouted.

"I'm sorry," he gave him a look, "Do you speak English?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Sorry. My son's really jetlagged and he's a bit cranky."

"Oh," he stepped back, "American?"

"Russian."

"No, no," he corrected me, "You. You're American?"

"Yep," I confirmed, "Why does that surprise you?"

"You just spoke fluent Russian."

"I know Russian," I shrugged, "So? Conosco anche l'italiano. What about it?"

"I'm sorry," he shook it off, "What can I get you?"

"Two cups of chamomile," I ordered. Yurio's going to have to get some sleep. Sure, it's a little underhanded, but he had to get some sleep and this was all I could do for him aside from melatonin.

"Would you like the pot?"

"Sure," I felt Yurio nuzzle into my side. Is he already tired? Was the mere mention of chamomile enough to get him sleepy?

"Wonderful," he shot me a smile, warming my heart, "I'll be back in a bit. You caught me at the end of my shift and I got my second job in a few minutes, so I shouldn't be long."

"Thank you," I draped my arm around my little one in my hip, "You getting tired, baby?"

"No," Yurio shook his head, "Trying. I'm trying, Mama. Why can't I sleep?"

"Because you're used to a different time zone," I pulled his hair out of his face. This has to be hard on him and his brother. They knew what they were getting into from last year, but then, they had eight months to get used to another time zone from the other side of the world. Only for them to leave for competition and get their sleep schedules screwed up again. My poor babies.

"Will it get easier?"

"Soon enough," I assured, "You'll be alright, though. It's only a few months, Yuri. Then, we can go back home and start the whole process over again."

"I like skating," Yurio told me, "I like competing. Why can't we do it in one spot? Why do we have to go all over the place?"

"Think about it," I pointed out, "We get to travel the world for what we do. We get to see places that most people would only dream of. It's not so bad once you get used to it."

"I hope so," he let out a heavy sigh, "Because all this traveling sucks."

"It's only a few months," I reiterated, "You'll be alright."

"Here we are," our waiter came back with a pot of hot water and two cups for us, "I'm sorry. I'd like to stick around and have a chat, but I'm on, so if I don't see you again, I'm William."

"Violet," I introduced myself, "Thank you."

"No problem," William winked, "And no hard feelings, little man?"

"Ukusi menya…" Yurio grumbled under his breath.

"Yuri…" I scolded him, knowing damn well what he just said.

"No," he clarified, "No hard feelings."

"Have a good night," William left the two of us alone and I poured a cup of tea for Yurio. I loved him to death, but his pouring skills weren't exactly top notch. Something tells me our coach wouldn't be too happy if I brought him back with burns on his hands. Dealing with Celestino pissed off was not a pleasant experience.

Then, a soft acoustic guitar started playing on the stage. The gentle, beautiful notes reminded me of a Studio Ghibli movie. It brought me back to a simpler time. Victor took Yurio out for the afternoon and a heavy rain kicked up. Yuri and thunderstorms didn't really work well together, so I needed something to calm him down. I put on Spirited Away and he fell asleep in my arms. I missed days like that.

In fact, this was from a Studio Ghibli movie! This was Town with an Ocean View from Kiki's Delivery Service! I looked up at the stage and realized who was playing. Wasn't he just bringing me tea not five minutes ago? Damn, this guy wasn't bad. William. I like him. I wonder if he's open for commission. Because I wouldn't mind him playing something sexy for my special program. I don't see why not. If the Canadian pain in the ass can recruit a famous rock band to write a song about him (eye roll), I'm sure I could ask William nicely.

When he finished his set (and with Promise of the World from Howl's Moving Castle, no less), Yurio started to nod off. The kid's really holding his own with his tea tonight. What can I say? I'm proud of him. William came back and joined us at our table, "Well?"

"That was amazing," I applauded, "How often do you do that?"

"Once or twice a week," he leaned his guitar against our table, "What about you? What brings you to London? Business or pleasure?"

"My business is a pleasure," I explained, "I'm a professional figure skater. My son is, too."

"Wow," William gasped, "So young and already pro?"

"That's not exactly uncommon," I took a sip from my teacup, "He's only nine, but he's been in the Junior Grand Prix and took second."

"Overall?" he praised, "That's impressive. You must be proud."

"Very," I looked down to find my baby in his own little world. He's on his way out. I could tell.

"So," William asked, "How long are you in town?"

"Until tomorrow morning," I told him, "Then, we have to get on a plane to his motherland, depending on where he places, but chances are, we'll be on a flight to Moscow tomorrow morning."

"Mama," Yurio curled into my hip, "Mozhem my poyti?"

"Cherez minutu, ok?" I cradled him.

"Ok…"

"What did he say?" William wondered, "We don't all speak Russian."

"He's getting tired and ready to go home," I sat him in my lap and wrapped my arms around him.

"This is just curiosity getting the better of me," he prefaced, "But does he speak English?"

"Yeah," I cuddled my sleepy baby, "He's just playing shy. Yurio doesn't do people very well. He's got a thing about his anger."

"Ok," William let it go, "In that case, I shouldn't keep you. Go on. Tuck the little one in."

"I think I will," I finished my tea, "It was nice meeting you, William."

"You, too, Violet," he smiled, "Maybe I could come watch you skate tomorrow."

"My competition was yesterday," I broke the news, "You could find it on YouTube, though."

"In that case," William picked himself up, "Maybe I could watch Yurio skate tomorrow."

"His competition's at two," I bit my bottom lip, "I'll be there. And you'll be able to meet his brother and his dad, too. They're delightful."

"His dad…?" he gave me a look.

"Adoptive dad," Yurio groaned in my shirt, "And he's not even that, if you ask me."

"So," William thought, "You're married?"

"Not anymore," I clarified.

"Oh," the light returned to his eyes. His big, beautiful brown eyes, "I guess I'll see you at two then?"

"If you come and watch," I scooped Yurio up and sat him on my hip, "Night."

"Good night."

I carried Yurio all the way back to our hotel with the sun starting to rise behind me. Shit, how long were we out? Celestino's going to kill me. Regardless, I brought Yurio back into my room and laid him down on my bed. We've had a bit of a night and he was already drooling on my shoulder in the elevator. Although, when I got into bed next to him, he woke up a little to cuddle into me.

"Hey, Mama…"

"Yeah, baby?"

"What'd you think about the guy at the café?" he wondered, "William, wasn't it?"

"What about him?" I wasn't sure where he was going with this.

"What'd you think?"

I ran over my mental checklist, "He was sweet, but chances are, it's not happening. Now, get some sleep."

"Ok," Yurio let out a big yawn and laid his head on my stomach, "As long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

As much as that melted me inside, it wasn't Yurio's job to worry about me, "Is Victor leaving Dr. Phil on when we're back home?"

"No. Uncle Chris is. Why?"

"No reason." Christophe, I love you, but get better taste in shitty daytime TV. I kissed the top of my baby's head, "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Mama," Yurio shut his eyes, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I followed suit. This was a good night, wasn't it? I haven't spent time with just Yurio in ages. Not like this anyway. There were our secret practices, but those were work. This was just us screwing around because he couldn't sleep. Chamomile, man. Works every time.

And then, the alarm decides to go off…Awesome.

A/N: That sucks. I know what that's like. There was this one time I was leaving for Nashville, Tennessee at six o'clock in the morning. I had been up until three or four overanalyzing every thought I ever had and nursing through a panic attack. I shut my eyes for maybe half an hour once I was all settled down. My phone starts going off and it's my goddamn alarm. I cried. But I slept four hours on the way to Nashville, so I wasn't too bitchy. But! Yay! A cozy night out with my baby and his mama and everything's fantastic. Except for the fact that Yurio's going to be a bundle of crank. Will that affect his performance? Is anyone going to notice? Is my ginger and lemon tea absolutely phenomenal? Yes. Yes, it is. See you next chapter! xx