A.N.: So, the show has been cancelled. To quote Jenn Yu, "WHAT THE FUCK?"

Suffice it to say you can all live vicariously through this fanfic! I will be.

Falling

04

Tequila

Her brother answered the door. Kat smiled. "Can Jenn come out and play?"

"Is that my best-friend?" called a familiar voice. "I forgot what she looks like, I'm not sure!"

"It's me, you ass!" Kat called back, and Jenn appeared, grinning, her hair sloppily knotted, looking sweaty but happy and only a little bit pained, fresh from the Arena. She had texted Kat to come over after her shift ended, and she met Kat with a hug.

"I heard you failed," Jenn said, by way of greeting, with a compassionate grimace. She knew how important it was for Kat's future that she be able to coach: It was the one thing that came to Kat naturally, but something she had also had to work on every day since she first tentatively stepped out on the ice at two years old.

"Yeah. That's that," Kat said, smiling as if she wasn't completely devastated. Everything had gone wrong from the moment she fell. Her skating; the last vestiges of hope and trust she had in her mother, and the knock-on effect that had in her life, and her relationship with Serena. With everyone - if you weren't for Carol Baker, you were against her: Kat had become the enemy. And because Carol was one of the Ice Queens, everyone followed suit in turning Kat into a pariah against her will. Fuck them. They had no clue.

Not even Jenn did. Not really. All Jenn knew was what she had observed with her own eyes, in Jenn's own words that Carol was a cunt, and Kat had finally called it quits. Kat hadn't had to explain any more than that: Those had been Jenn's words. She knew how viciously passive-aggressive Carol was on her better days; how vitriolic and blatantly abusive on her worst, on the days when Kat knew she hadn't taken her lithium and was teetering on the tightrope, about to fall.

Sometimes she wondered whether telling Jenn might be cathartic, a relief - to stop concealing Carol's secret, when the only person to ever benefit from it had been Carol… Certainly not Kat.

Keeping her secret, though, Kat's loyalty, had been ingrained since childhood. And it would only hurt Serena to blab. Because as long as Serena was underage, Carol decided who had access to her daughter - and she had done her utmost since Kat moved out to keep her interaction with Serena to a bare minimum, only because they saw each other every day at the rink and it was unavoidable, when they'd locked themselves in a bathroom stall if they were that desperate to talk.

"I also heard a rumour you have the day off tomorrow," Jenn beamed, sure sign of trouble to come.

"I heard that rumour. Also heard another…about you."

"Me?" Jenn smirked. "Did it have anything to do with me partying it up with my best-friend tonight?"

"There may have been a hint of debauchery in the air," Kat smirked.

"Come upstairs. My parents are out tonight - date night; Mom's found a new dim-sum restaurant she's obsessed with. And Tom's gonna get the hell out of here so we have the place to ourselves!" Jenn called pointedly, guiding Kat to the stairs, as Jenn's brother waved a hand, smiling genially, and disappeared into the bowels of the Yus' extensive home. Like Kat's childhood bedroom, Jenn's still exhibited the paraphernalia of a lifetime of climbing the podium at skating competitions: Trophies, ribbons, medals, framed photographs, a preserved rose. Mementos of their triumph, a museum dedicated to their struggle and their sacrifice.

Glistening trash-bags looked incongruous at the foot of Jenn's bed, in her meticulously neat bedroom. "What's all this crap?" Kat gestured to the trash-bags.

"Yours, apparently," Jenn grumbled, and Kat reached to lift one of the bulky, heavy bags, surprised. "That bitch Serena offloaded it all on me at the rink today. Don't know why, UPS brown is not my colour."

"That's my sister you're talking about, whom I love," Kat warned, though not with any real fire; she wasn't blind to the more toxic aspects of Serena's personality. She had learned too well from Carol how to keep her claws sharpened.

"Yeah…and your sister's a bitch," Jenn said plainly, and Kat smirked. "What is all this?"

"Carol took Serena on a shopping-spree in Boise," Kat sighed; Jenn winced as she lifted a trash-bag onto the bed, and Kat noticed. Ever since her fall, Jenn had been concealing just how hurt she truly was - and who was Kat to coax her into resting, when not even a head contusion had stopped her from skating?

"So…she gets a shopping spree and a former Olympian training her…and you're living out of trash-bags?" Jenn said, glancing at Kat.

"Yeah, that about sums it up… Whatever," Kat sighed, shaking her head. She exchanged a look with Jenn, and they tore into the bags to see Kat's haul, poring over the gym-gear and clothes, the accessories and jewellery Carol had splurged on without any thought to the consequences. They both knew Kat didn't indulge at the mall - in fact, Kat loved getting dressed up but hated shopping. They went through the clothes, pretty things that would suit Kat but which she would never treat herself to, a velvet jumpsuit with a deep V neck; gorgeous new dark-wash skinny-jeans; a deep off-the-shoulder black long-sleeved top; an amazing concho belt; and a charcoal cashmere sweater, to name but a few things. Rose and pale-copper, ice-blue and lilac had snuck in amongst the charcoal and black, a leopard-print skirt and a matte-gold patterned black backless sundress to break the monochrome. "I told her to return all this."

"Yeah, Serena mentioned you'd probably say that," Jenn smirked. "She also said for me to tell you not to look a gift-card in the mouth. Also, she's shredded receipts."

"For fuck's sake…" Kat sighed heavily, shaking her head. If it couldn't be returned, and she wasn't going to let Carol get into a position she could trash everything…she may as well just accept the refresh to her wardrobe. Jenn delightedly helped comb through the makeup haul. There were a bunch of face-masks, Morphe brushes, ColourPop 'Lippie Stix', foundation, concealer and an assortment of shadows that were all very Kat's aesthetic, Glossier eye shimmer, a Lime Crime 'Venus XL 2' palette Kat had low-key been coveting from afar, and a Jeffree Star Cosmetics highlighter - the be-all-and-end-all of highlighters - in 'Snowglobe' and a liquid lipstick, called 'Hi, How Are Ya?' that was the most glorious deep blood-red flecked with almost invisible shimmer. Kat had to admit, her mom had good taste when it came to buying makeup - she knew Kat's taste. In spite of everything, Carol did know her daughter - enough to know Kat preferred nail-polish in dark blues and near-black purples and cherry-reds; nude matte shadows for work; tonnes of mascara for a night out with snatched foundation and a bold lip, either oxblood, deep orchid purple or rich Bordeaux; balancing out prettiness with edgy - a feminine top and a grungy eye, or leather leggings and tall boots with soft neutral eyes, 'glass skin' and tousled curls. Gold earrings, always. Jenn smiled gleefully, already swatching the ColourPop shadows - Envy, Krinkle, Shameless, Summer Lovin', Lala, Kathleen Lights, Cornelious, Blaze, Nillionaire and possibly her favourite, Porter, So Quiche, Rex and Here Kitty Kitty - and setting them in place in an empty, magnetised palette Jenn had found in one of the other bags.

"If I'd known Carol was gonna have a crisis of conscience and update your sad, sad…sad little party wardrobe," Jenn smirked, lifting the satiny rose-gold top Kat had seen the other night, "I wouldn't have treated you when I was bingeing online for the new party season."

"What?" Kat blinked, instantly on her guard: She hated being surprised with 'treats'. Jenn knew it was difficult for her to reciprocate, and though Jenn always brushed it off, Kat never wanted her to feel like their friendship was conditional - or, heaven forbid, taken for granted. Kat knew she was very lucky in her friends. When her family had let her down, they were all she had left.

Jenn smiled knowingly, and reached into her large purse, bringing out something insubstantial, black, sheer and delicately embroidered with sinuous leaves and vines. She thought she saw a hint of sinuous - meaning frail, and liable to cause wardrobe malfunctions - chain straps, and tiny bows. She unfolded the cropped lingerie-style top, which was naughty and deliciously tempting and less than Kat would ever wear unless strong-armed by her vibrant best-friend. Kat's jaw dropped, and Jenn's laugh tinkled around the living-room: Half the reason Jenn had bought the top was for Kat's reaction, she knew. "I saw this and thought it was gonna be the best neckline in the world for you… It's spectacular. My taste is insanely good." She beamed at Kat's discomfort.

"Okay, uh, I am not a Hadid," she said, deadpan, and Jenn scoffed: Jenn loved providing a scathing commentary for every new Kardashians episode. "Where's the rest of it?"

"Kat, your whole body is snatched, okay, own it. Besides, now that you're quitting skating you're just gonna let yourself go," Jenn said, her eyes twinkling. "Might as well document the best days of your life. In style. With a lot of cocktails."

"Okay, ouch," Kat grumbled, cringing where she sat at the thought of going out in that top. But…maybe without the pressures of skating…she could bare her arms without being afraid people would ask about the fading bruising…

"Come on…don't tell me you couldn't use a night out dancing with your best friend?" Jenn grinned.

"You know what, actually, that is exactly what I need," Kat admitted, on a huge sigh. It had been a long time since she had been able to let loose. And it had been a long week.

"Have you eaten?" Jenn asked, bringing out her phone to start ordering dinner. "I'm thinking PineCrust Pizza."

"Is there anything better than carbs and melty, melty cheese?" Kat sighed lustily.

"I can think of one thing I'd wrap my tongue around," Jenn said, popping her tongue in her cheek suggestively.

"Ugh, Jenn!" Kat grimaced.

"You always give such great squirm. If I didn't know you love sex so much I'd say you were a prude," Jenn snorted, and Kat chucked a decorative pillow at her. "Speaking of which, are we texting Dave to join us?" Jenn gave her a careful look. Jenn was a natural extrovert, and a fiery one at that: She thought two introverts such as Kat and Dave were mismatched. Divine cockup, were her actual words: She wanted Kat to find someone who pulled her out of her own head, kicking and screaming. Literally. She said Kat was due an explosive, messy, catastrophic meltdown that rocked Sun Valley to its core.

Kat sighed. She hadn't seen Jenn in days - side-effects of quitting skating already settling in and making her anxious. "No, we're…we're not texting Dave… He's moving to England."

"He's - what?! Since when?" Jenn blurted.

"Since…probably, like, tomorrow or something, I think he had already booked his flight. He got a fellowship in London," Kat explained. Jenn's eyes narrowed.

"So…you're not going with him?"

"He asked. I said no," Kat admitted, shaking out the last few bits from one of the ruined trash-bags to throw it away. A last ColourPop eyeshadow thudded ono the rug, and a lipstick rolled under Jenn's armoire. Jenn stared at her; Kat ignored her to climb onto the carpet, sweeping up the lipstick. To avoid eye-contact with Jenn, she examined the lipstick's name - 'Dopey'. Figures, she thought: Even choosing makeup for her daughter, Carol managed to maintain her passive-aggressive attitude toward her eldest.

"So you're…single…and…on the rebound?" Jenn asked, a light glinting in her eye that Kat knew too well.

"I'm newly-single, and homeless," Kat reminded her warningly, bringing out the bottle of tequila she had swiped from Carol, and Jenn's eyes widened in delight. She might invest in Jenn's Christmas present and buy her portable shot-glasses so she was always prepared: Marcus now had Jenn's order ready before she even reached the bar. Kat had noticed her drinking more than usual in the months since her fall: Jenn had always been a party-girl, loving the holiday season and the nightlife it created among the rich and beautiful seasonal residents. They were townies: As Jenn saw it, the seasonal visitors were the best to use - and to discard afterward. But Jenn had been drinking more and more, and Kat worried. "I don't need dick so much as I need to dance. I just wanna have fun."

"Well, I am here to make dreams come true," Jenn smirked. Her smile faded. "I can't believe you didn't tell me you'd broken up with Dave."

"I just told you," Kat said softly. Jenn sighed, turning to her phone to Deliveroo their pizza. "Hey, order some of that creamy mushroom and spinach dip. We're not heading out 'til late, I'm assuming?"

"With all this makeup to play with?!" Jenn smiled warmly, gasping as she opened the last ColourPop shadow. "We should do masks and makeovers. Ooh - could you make that chocolate cake dessert you do? The oozy, gooey one? Pretty sure we have everything in the kitchen. Might as well go whole-hog if we're getting pizza."

"Sure," Kat smiled softly. Nothing started off a night out with Jenn like an oozy hot-fudge chocolate pudding cake served with vanilla ice-cream. It set them up for the night: Kat hated hangovers. And she had learned quickly how to combat them. Eat a full meal beforehand: Stick to her preferred drink: Alternate with water: Give in to the urge to consume fried carbs when craved: And drink a tonne of water before going to bed - only after removing her makeup.

"Also, we should do pedicures. Think about your toes. I am in dire need of some spa-time," Jenn said, wiggling her toes, hidden beneath fluffy socks.

"I'm still not over the scathing look I got the last time I went and got a pedicure," Kat said.

"Judgy bitches," Jenn sniffed. "Check out this shade - it is gorgeous. This, on top of the Jeffree Star highlighter, bitches be blinded out in the International Space Centre!"

"Pretty," Kat smiled. "What's it called?"

"'I 3 This'," Jenn read out. "So gorgeous. Pizza's on its way! Do you need to shower? I'm gonna shower. Did you bring your curling-iron, with the interchangeable barrels?"

"In my car, with all my other stuff," Kat said.

"You're wearing this top tonight. Go get the rest of your outfit out of your sad little car while I shower," Jenn ordered, and Kat obeyed, after organising Carol's haul into piles, carrying everything out to her car except the makeup and face-masks so they could play.

It was what she needed - it seemed, what they both needed: At Kat's insistence, Jenn sprawled on the bed with her leg elevated on cushions, meticulously giving each other mani-pedis, and assaulting the chocolate-cake dessert Kat had prepared and shoved in the oven before Jenn was even done in the bathroom. They listening to fiery music, getting them pumped up for dancing, and enjoyed zingy grapefruit peel-off masks, relaxing with slices of cucumber on their eyes, assaulting the chocolate-cake dessert straight out of the oven-dish, piecing together their outfits and gossiping about skaters they knew.

"Justin still has no partner," Jenn informed her.

"Regionals is three months away," Kat said fairly, "he has time. All the girls desperate to skate with him, he's probably playing the field."

"Talented, hot and rich. God, I wish he'd wise up and fuck me."

"You're such a romantic, Jenn," Kat smirked. Jenn had been thirsting after Justin for the better part of the last six months. As Kat understood it, they ran in a lot of the same circles and partied together. And she wasn't entirely sure whether Jenn was legit about lusting after Justin, or whether, as one of the few girls Justin hadn't slept with, the seemingly confident Jenn felt a little bit…lacking, that he hadn't ever hit on her. Was it because she wanted Justin; or to prove to herself that she could get him? Kat didn't know: Either way, she had never told a soul about her night with Justin, and, because the rumour-mill hadn't churned her up and spit out the dregs that survived, Justin hadn't admitted to it either. Kat still didn't know what to make of that. "I'm surprised you've not approached Justin about skating."

"Pair-skating? I trust no man to throw me five feet in the air going twenty miles an hour! That shit's a death-wish," Jenn declared, and Kat chuckled.

"Bianca's available, I heard," Kat said thoughtfully, trying to remember the other pair-skaters she knew of - she had her extended social circle among skaters, girls and rare guys she hung out with around competition season, sometimes trained with, had in the past gone to training camps with. Their community was rather small; and they all tended to attend the same competitions - and date each other's exes. Bianca, she adored: They always met up when they could. "Oh, and Liz."

"Uh-uh. Ruptured hamstring."

"Ouch!" Kat grimaced sympathetically, and Jenn nodded, flinching.

"I mean, thinking on it, there are very few amazing skaters - even decent ones - out there available to skate with Justin," Jenn said thoughtfully.

"People will hear Justin's free and Gillooly their daughters' partners," Kat snickered. "He won Regionals last year."

"Could've gone further if he hadn't been saddled with Natalie," Jenn sniffed.

"Well, that's my point," Kat said. "Justin has it, you know, in a way that can't be taught… As much shtick as we give him, he works damn hard."

"Plays hard, too," Jenn grinned. "That's what we call a work-life balance. Speaking of - we should get ready. It's nearly midnight. We can head out soon. Go get pretty."

Jenn was right about the top - as always.

By the time Kat was ready to go - wearing her tried-and-true black high-waist skinny jeans and her new conch belt tucked tight around her waist, Jenn's most precarious strappy black heels, her hair pinned in a tousled bun with romantic curls flirting with her face, her makeup snatched, gold earrings glinting and drawing attention to her neck, she left the bathroom in a cloud of perfumed steam and Jenn turned, her jaw dropping. Kat had put on the top. It showed most of her midriff, her elegant shoulders and neck, and definitely, definitely was the best neckline to show off the curves of her breasts. The top looked delicate, the tiny bows holding the two sides together tempting, and drew attention to the vibrant gold chain she always wore, and the delicate sunburst embedded with a single tiny diamond. A gift from Carol on Kat's thirteenth birthday: Carol said Kat's father had given it to her - the one and only time she had ever mentioned the man who'd gotten Carol knocked up and ended her Olympic dreams.

"Wow. Okay, reconsidering going out with you tonight - I am on the hunt and this…" Jenn waved her hand up and down Kat's body: Kat smiled, flushed but pleased. She had looked in the mirror - she did look good; and Jenn had done her makeup expertly, allowing Kat to touch up the details the way she liked so it didn't look too perfect.

"Speaking of mating dances…you sure you should be going out on that hip?" Kat asked, the one and only time she would bring it up.

"It's fine, Kat," Jenn protested.

"I know you're downplaying it to your parents but can you at least acknowledge to me how serious this is?" Kat said earnestly, double-checking her hair. "It's me you're talking to."

Jenn sighed heavily. "Okay…fine. So basically, the doctor said I need to get off my leg for at least three months to let my femur heal. Or I'll be having trouble walking."

Kat's lips parted, about to lecture Jenn on putting her future in jeopardy so she could pelt after the dream they had both held since they were nine years old… She sighed. "You know I'm the last person who'll lecture you about making a dumbass decision...after all, not even a contusion and potential brain-damage stopped me… Just…promise me you'll be careful?"

"Look, I can manage it, okay - with tequila," Jenn said passionately. "Hurry your ass up…quit primping! You look fine!" Jenn climbed off the sofa, rearranging her vibrant turquoise fur coat across her shoulders, partially concealing her cropped leatherette bustier from view. Jenn looked very pretty, with her lustrous black hair curled and her eyelids shimmering subtly with Kat's new Glossier 'Lidstar' shimmer, killing an orangey-red lip. They paused in front of the mirror, as Kat pulled on a leather varsity bomber jacket, pushing the sleeves up to her elbows. They were both warmed from the full meal and copious amounts of tequila. They examined their reflections, and Jenn sighed as she looked Kat up and down again. "I hate you. I need to find me a dumb, fat friend, that is it."

Kat clicked her tongue. "Give me a month or two, I'll fill one of those criteria."

"I give you a month before you're back on that ice," Jenn said. She helped Kat carry Carol's haul to her car, tidying everything away into the various suitcases and backpacks Kat had amassed to hold her prized possessions. Graciously, Tom gave them a ride up to Pinecrest rather than let them pay out for Lyft - at least for the outgoing journey: They had to make their own way home - and if Jenn got lucky, that meant Kat was on her own.

And Jenn always got lucky.

Still…in the grand scheme of things, what was the cost of a night out compared to the emotional release that came from dancing with Jenn, enjoying a few drinks?

Warm from the tequila they'd shared over dinner, they held hands and giggled their way to the club, Excelsior - Jenn's favourite - and were greeted by the host at coat-check: The music was already thumping, the vibe was vibrant and relaxed, and Kat raised her eyebrows at Jenn, stunned, a silent question, as they were guided to a plush velvet-upholstered booth with a 'Reserved' sign and a large tray set out with three different kinds of tequila and several different mixers, a cocktail shaker, ice-bucket, syrups, salt and lime wedges.

"Bottle-service?" she murmured concernedly to her friend, suddenly uncomfortable in spite of the tequila already running through her veins. "Who's paying for this?"

"Not you," Jenn smirked, and Kat raised an eyebrow.

"Ladies, can I start you off with some cocktails?" the host asked, and Kat glanced at Jenn.

"I think we could start off with the perfect Paloma," Jenn smiled warmly, and the host started to prepare their drinks. Jenn winked at Kat. "Figure we should get some vitamins in."

"Vitamins?"

"Grapefruit juice. It's practically a well-balance breakfast," Jenn smirked, and Kat chuckled.

"I don't think it works that way," she said. "D'you know what, could we get a couple Honey Bees instead, thank you?"

"Do you have a preference?" the host asked, and Kat smiled, her nail-polish glinting as she tapped her fingertip against the bottle of Espolòn Reposado tequila. Vivacious Bianca had introduced her to Espolòn tequilas last year. Some people had their favourite gins: Kat had found her favourite tequila early in life. The host mixed their drinks expertly, rinsing highball glasses with mezcal first, finishing them with a dash of Angostura Bitters, garnishing the glasses with a twist of lemon peel.

"Just signal the bar when you're ready and I'll be right over to mix you another drink," the host said, and Jenn smiled warmly.

"Thank you," Kat smiled charmingly, and Jenn raised her glass as the host blended into the crowd of dancing patrons. Kat raised her glass, and Jenn smiled as she raised hers. "To…shattered dreams and healing femurs."

"I don't know," Jenn said thoughtfully, sipping her cocktail. She nodded approvingly. "I think the cosmos may have aligned just at the right moment for you."

"What do you mean?" Kat asked hedgily, eyeing her best-friend.

"Meaning, I'm not gonna sit by and let you quit something you love," Jenn said warningly.

"Jenn, I can't even pass my senior test."

"I don't think you should give it all up," Jenn protested. "You love skating. It's who you are."

"Yeah, and I have to figure out who I am without it sooner or later. May as well be before I bankrupt myself trying to chase a pipe-dream," Kat admitted, licking her lips.

Jenn frowned, almost impatient as she said, "Don't throw away an opportunity."

Kat narrowed her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Justin. All that talk earlier about Bianca and Liz - and you're the one he wants to skate with," Jenn declared, and Kat's lips parted in exasperation.

"How the hell do you know about that?" she cried.

"Come on! I know everything that happens at that stupid rink! Way to bury the lead," Jenn said, shaking her head.

"The rink, huh…" Kat narrowed her eyes, setting her glass down, and her eyes lowered to the tray of bottles. How had she not realised? Bottle-service at Excelsior cost upward of $200. Bottle-service, a private booth… She fixed Jenn with a look. "Is he here?"

"Who?" Jenn asked unconcernedly, primping her curls and signalling the bartender.

Kat ground her jaw, irritated. "Justin? He's paying for this, right? Is he here?"

"Kat."

It wasn't that he had gone to Jenn.

It was that Justin hadn't even had the courtesy to come to her.

Dasha, Mr Davis, Mandy…now Jenn, too.

"What happened to 'that shit's a death-wish'? You won't trust a guy to throw you five feet in the air going twenty miles an hour, but you want me - who can't even land a jump anymore - to start pair-skating?" Kat said furiously, fidgeting as the bartender returned, putting a pause on their conversation while he mixed ginger-beer margaritas - antioxidants to boost their immune-system for the upcoming season, Jenn claimed.

When the bartender had departed with a handsome smile, Jenn launched back in: "You've always striven to be better. Not better than everyone else, but better than you've ever been. You push yourself. I just think that…maybe pair-skating might be exactly what's going to push your skating to that next level."

"With Justin," Kat said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"You know, he's not as big an asshole as everybody thinks," Jenn said defensively, and Kat narrowed her eyes as she glanced up at her best-friend.

"That is not the issue," Kat said, with a bite. "I am not like you, okay, my mother is not like your parents. I don't - I don't have the support you do, to even think about doing this. It's just me, now."

"I just don't want to see you make a decision you're going to regret."

"Like skating even though it may put you in a wheelchair?" Kat said sternly, setting her glass down. She had had enough to drink. "You know what, I'm…I'm done. I've had too much to drink. I'm done. Enjoy the bottle-service."

"You're not dancing?"

"Suddenly not in the mood," Kat snapped, shaking her head and gathering her things. She used to think Justin did his utmost to not be like his dick of a dad: Turned out, he'd learned a little too much sat at his father's side at family-dinners.

He'd tried to use her best-friend and the bribe of bottle-service to convince Kat to skate with him - to hell with what might be best for Kat. He wanted what was going to be beneficial to him.

And it sucked that Kat had allowed him to ruin her night. She had needed it. She had needed to let loose, to dance and have fun and live in the moment with her best-friend, and not have to think about skating or the shit-storm her life was. He'd taken that from her.

Worse, Jenn had helped him do it.

And she'd had no idea it was coming. She dreaded what she'd be missing in Serena's life, so far from the ice.

"Fine. I'm gonna go dance," Jenn said, with a bite, and Kat sighed as she slid out of the booth, heading for the exit, already opening the Lyft app.

"Hey, Kat -" a voice called in the foyer, and Kat glanced over her shoulder, heart already spiking with irrational anger as the club lights gleamed off familiar soft golden-blonde hair.

A.N.: I can't believe they've cancelled the show. At least we can imagine Kat and Justin became the Virtue and Moir of American ice-skating.