A/N: Hi, friends! If you're reading this in real time, I'm in Michigan right now. I'm sorry that this week's update is going to be short. I had a day to write three others, so please don't be mad at me. I'm going to shut up and let you read now, ok? Ok.

Everything we've worked on has led up to this moment. I had yet to see Yurio's routines for this year. I didn't even know what his song list was. I knew what his theme was, though. Fame. What was he going to open with? When I walked back into the arena, I caught sight of the rest of the family waving frantically from the stands.

"Violet!" Victor called for me, making all of the press look toward Victor. Surprise, surprise, "Come sit with us!"

I wasn't going to say no. I wanted to, but for the sake of appearances, I sat on the other side of Chris, "Hi, guys. Did I miss anything?"

"Not yet," Chris shook his head, "He's about to go on, though."

"Awesome," I watched as the arena went dark. A familiar beat began...

"This is the story about a girl named Lucky..." the speaker barked out. Ok. I can get on board with this. The song fits his theme perfectly. The story of a girl that got too famous too fast and now, she's crashing and burning in pursuit of attention from anyone willing to give it to her. And nobody knows the half of it...

But then, Yurio started getting into some moves that looked awfully familiar. His double toe loop was absolutely flawless...Wait...I taught him that. In fact, the whole routine was comprised of moves I taught him and helped him with every single time we'd practice together. Oh my god...How much have you caught onto, Yurio? Because your whole routine...It's about me.

This was hitting way too close to home. I couldn't do this. I got up from my seat and bolted for the locker room to bawl my eyes out. What have I done? I just watched my life for the past eight months play out in front of me from the perspective of an outsider looking in. By the looks of it, he'd be willing to do anything to save me, but he couldn't get to me in time. Just when I think I could handle it, this happens. I mean, it's not my first bathroom cry, but it's the first time it was Yurio making me bathroom cry.

"Violet?" And here's the icing on the shit cake, "Vi, are you ok?"

"I'm pretty far from ok," I snapped, "Go away."

"You know I can't do that, Violet," Victor stood outside my stall, "What's wrong?"

"I need to be alone," I begged, "Please, Victor. Just leave."

"I can't leave you, Violet," he put his foot down, "Not in good conscience. Come on. Talk to me. What's the matter?"

"I'm a total screw-up," my voice broke, "Even worse, Yurio knows it."

"What do you mean?" Victor asked.

"His whole routine," I shook, "It's about me."

"How do you know?"

"Because," I wept, in serious need of a hug, "Listen to the song. Look at his moves. There's no way it's not about me."

There was a long silence on the other side of the stall, "I was hoping you wouldn't catch on to that. I noticed it, too."

"Victor..." I unlocked my door, "Do you..."

"Do I what?" he came in, wrapping his arms around me.

"Never mind," I brushed him off, "Don't worry about it."

"Violet," Victor held me against his chest, "What is it?"

"Do you regret us getting divorced?" I spat it out. Regrettably.

I caught Victor entirely off guard. That wasn't something that happened every day. But then, he held me tighter, "It's alright, Violet."

"I think Yurio resents me," I confessed, resting my head on his shoulder, "I've been completely self centered since we moved to the US again."

"He doesn't resent you," he promised, "I know that for a fact. Violet, you've been nothing but an inspiration for him. Who taught him how to skate?"

"Me."

"Who introduced him to skating in the first place?"

"Both of us."

"Vi..." Victor gave me a look, "Do you want to try that again? Who was up with Yurio the night he had the bad nightmare? Who took him to the rink that night?"

"Me."

"You're also who he skates for," he swore, "He skates to make you proud. Just like you skate to make him proud, don't you?"

"I might," I blushed a little.

"So, his routine is about you," Victor comforted, "You have a hell of a story, Violet. You've been to hell and back twice over and you're still standing. Tell me how that's not an inspiration."

"It is..." I didn't see how I've been to hell and back, but go off, I guess.

"You'll be ok," Victor gave me a kiss on the top of my head, "Now, we're going to get you cleaned up, so you don't look like a hot ass mess for the cameras."

"Bless you." Victor Nikiforov doing the lord's work.

"Honestly, Violet," he chuckled under his breath, getting a paper towel wet for me, "What would you do without me?"

Ouch. That question hit me harder than expected. Honestly, I didn't know what I'd do without him. But I fear that one day and one day soon, I may find out. I know I could always depend on Victor, but I had to rid myself of that mentality. I needed to learn how to stand on my own. He's not always going to be around to pick me up, dust me off, and stand me back on my feet. No, Violet. You just got done crying. Dry those tears, pick that head up, and move on. You can do it...

Although I would one day be without him, I'll take this for now.

Victor finished off my makeup and no one would be able to tell I spent the last half hour crying in the bathroom. Hell, I even looked better coming out than what I did going in. Victor had a strange talent for that. And this is what I kept him around for. I did feel strangely better. However, I'm getting wasted in my hotel room tonight. That's for sure.

"Mama!" Yurio ran to me, hot, sweaty, and wired all to hell. Looks like the espresso from this morning has made its second round, "I did it!"

"What'd you do, baby?" I wondered. As if I didn't already know.

"I WON GOLD!"

"I'm so proud, Yurio!" I hugged him tight, "I'm so proud of you."

Well...Looks like we're going to Moscow.

A/N: Should we have expected anything less? No. Yurio's a kickass skater and Mama trained him well. Even though it was mostly Celestino this season. Still, why do I have the urge to give him a hug? Like, a really big one? Either way, see you next chapter! When we're back in Russia!