A/N:

I asked for help in deciding what happened next, and I did not receive it, so just know that what happens is entirely ya'll's fault.

With that being said, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and realize there is still a chance for redemption.

Much love! :3

Yuuri lay awake on top of Viktor's chest as the older man slept soundly. It was moments like these that he enjoyed most in the world, listening to the peaceful sound of his husband's steady heart beat and light snores (of which Viktor denies existing). It was also times like these that he had begun to dread though, since the cause of his waking tended to be the need to use the toilet, and he was unable to do so himself since said husband who is still sleeping pushed his wheelchair to the other side of the room where Yuuri would be unable to get to it by himself. As well, sleeping in an unfamiliar room made it that much harder to attempt the trip on his own. Resigning himself with a sigh, Yuuri began the agonizingly long process of waking of up man sleeping under him.

Breakfast later that day only consisted of four people, Yuuri and Viktor, as well as Yurio and Minami. The rest of the guests had left over the past few days, leaving the four alone with the newly wedded couple who planned to spend a few more days in New York celebrating.

"You have your tickets, correct?" Viktor asked for the tenth time since the beginning of breakfast, drawing an eye roll out of the two Yuri's.

After having heard that his old coach, Yakov, was not doing too well these days, Viktor had decided to take a flight back to Russia with Yurio for a few days, just to check in. But that left Yuuri alone with Minami to travel back to Japan. And while Viktor didn't believe the younger man would do anything to put his husband in danger, he could not shake the fear that encompassed him at the idea of leaving the two to fly alone.

"Back off Dad, they'll be fine," Yurio said sarcastically, realizing a second too late who he was talking to and what a mistake he had made.

Viktor turned on the younger Russian, eyes sparkling with unshed tears, "You finally see me as the father figure that I feel I am to you? Yurio I am so happy right now! I thought you'd never come to your senses. Yuuri, Love, we need to get the adoption papers immediately, Yurio is going to become our son for real!"

Yuri turned to share a glance with Minami, when they both burst into laughter, laughing harder only when the young Russian began sputtering indignantly, trying to take back what he had said.

Laughing along with the two Japanese men, Viktor felt at ease, until his thoughts trailed back to their upcoming departures.

"Yuuri, Love, please be safe," Viktor said quietly, drawing the table to a tense silence as everyone waited for Yuuri's response.

Shaking his head, Yuuri said, "Viktor, I've been on planes hundreds of times with and without you, this time will be no different."

The older man grabbed his husband's hand, causing Yuuri to look at him in surprise. They had both forgotten about the younger two skaters still awkwardly sitting at the table trying to look anywhere but at the scene before them.

"You've never been on a plane without me while you've been in a wheel chair."

That comment pulled Yuuri up short. He had been trying for months to get Viktor to realize he's no different just because he's in a wheel chair, and Yuuri had begun to think they were making good progress with it. Now he could see he was wrong in those thoughts.

"I'll have Minami with me, I trust him to help me," Yuuri said, looking over at the younger man who sat up straight at the mention of his name.

His eyes sparkled with sincerity while Minami said, "I promise I will take good care of him, Niki-Sama!"

Viktor stared down Minami, long enough to make the young man squirm uncomfortably in his seat, before finally he nodded his head. "I trust you Minami."

The plane ride for both parties had been largely uneventful, much to Viktor's relief. As soon as he had stepped off the plane into Russia for the first time in months, Viktor's first order of business was to call Yuuri, who had left for Japan with Minami about two hours ahead of the Russians.

Viktor anxiously waited for his husband to answer as he listened to the line ring. Before Yuuri even had a chance to say hello, the Russian began talking, "How was the flight? They took care of you correct? Minami was by your side every second of the way. You didn't experience any turbulence? *A bottle of water didn't fall off the food cart and hit you on the head did it?"

"Viktor, calm down and take a breath, the flight was fine. To be honest, it was completely boring for me-" Yuuri was in the process of saying, when Viktor cut him off.

"Well that's unacceptable. Why didn't that flight entertain you? Did they not have complementary peanuts? What was Minami doing the entire time if not keeping you entertained?"

Yuuri laughed on the other end of the line, making Viktor pause in his ranting to listen to that wonderful sound. "I had meant that there were no troubles on the flight. Minami kept thoroughly entertained, even though that was not his job to do so."

A wave of bashfulness washed over Viktor at the tone in Yuuri's voice, and he turned away from Yurio to hide the blush blooming up on his cheeks as he said, "I know Love. I'm sorry. I just worry about you."

"I understand that. But just remember that the sooner you make sure Yakov is doing okay, the sooner you can get home to me and the less you have to worry."

Viktor wandered over to the windows overlooking the planes, and put a hand on the glass, looking at the planes but only seeing his wonderful husband, smiling from his wheelchair. "I'll be home in three days."

"I'll be counting down the days."

Minami and Yuuri sit together at a table at the hot spring early one morning, talking happily with each other while Hiroko wander back and forth from the dining area and the kitchen where Toshiya was diligently working.

"Niki-Sama is coming back today, aren't you excited?" Minami asks, his own excitement evident on his face.

The older Japanese man laughed at his student, looking down for a brief second before looking sincerely back at Minami, "Yeah. Although I've had the opportunity to talk to Viktor every day on the phone, I still miss him a lot."

Unable to hide his smile, Minami squirmed with happiness before turning his attention to the TV which had suddenly began broadcasting a breaking news report.

"This just in," a reporter said from off the screen, "A plane flying from St. Petersburg, Russia to Fukuoka, Japan has been reported to have crashed somewhere off the coast of Japan. At this time there are believed to be no survivors of flight 394, we will be keeping you up to date as more information on the cause of this accident is revealed."

Staring at the TV, Yuuri felt his stomach fall out beneath him as he whispers, "That's Viktor's flight." Slowly maneuvering his chair away from the table, Yuuri's eyes stayed glued on the TV which now was showing blurry pictures taken of the plane in the water. "That's Viktor's flight," he repeats again in disbelief, feeling his eyes beginning to burn with the need to shed tears. "This can't be." Blindly, he begins wheeling his chair quickly to the TV as if to verify he did not hear the info wrong. He didn't see the lip of the carpet in front of him and ended up catching his chair on it, being flung forward out of the chair. Not pausing long enough to feel the pain of the fall, he drags himself forward, tears flowing down his cheeks now as he repeats the same mantra under his breath, "That's Viktor's flight. That's Viktor's flight."

Feeling a hand lightly touch his shoulder, Yuuri yells and pulls away as Minako fights against him to pull him into her arms and hold him tightly. The pained man continues to fight against her hold while screaming the same words over and over again while his loved ones watched on helplessly.

Finally running out of energy, Yuuri slumps lifelessly into Minako's arms, still mumbling half-coherently from time to time, "That's Viktor's flight…"

Closing his eyes against the pain he felt in his heart, he felt himself being pulled into the darkness as he murmured, "He can't be gone. I can't lose him."