A/N: Hi, friends! I thought about posting this yesterday, considering it was Victor's birthday. But that may be next year. If I'm still posting for YOI next year this time around. I know I'm going to close out this series next week. But for now, I'm going to shut up and we're going to get some update going. Yeah? How's that sound? Pretty good. Let's do this then.

What to do, what to do…I didn't have to skate again until the special programs. Primadonna for Yurio and another round of Lady Marmalade for me. Or I could ask the Madame for Toxic Circus…Cross that bridge when we come to it. Since I won, I'm kind of obligated to do a special program. But for now, I could check out. A part of me wanted a celebratory drink, but the other part of me wanted to stay in my hotel room. My bathtub looked so inviting. What I wouldn't give for a nice, long soak in some hot water and a good charcoal mask right now.

Unfortunately, I didn't have that kind of time. As much as I wanted to throw in the towel, I should still probably go watch Chris and Victor skate, too. I haven't all season and I felt like such an asshole for it. If I was going to see one performance, it might as well be the Grand Prix Final. They both made it. I've been busy, ok? Busy actively avoiding Chris and Victor. Especially now, but there's no sense in running. Although, it would've been nice to hear the rest of what Victor had to say to Chris before I had to go on. Celestino dragged my ass away, though. I have my ways…

Instead of running, I went into my bathroom and cleaned up my smudged makeup as much as I could. I didn't have my remover wipes (I let Yurio borrow them and I have yet to get them back) and all I had at my disposal was warm water. I can always touch it up if need be. Sure, my skills weren't great, but they weren't garbage either. I could manage. After I cleaned myself up, I kept my Green Light costume on and headed back out. Alright, Violet. You can do this. No more sadness. No more tears. You'll be alright.

Holy shit. I forgot the kind of crowd Victor Nikiforov could bring in. Just a little bit bigger than mine. Down by the partition stood my little boys with my coach while their father and their uncle are likely getting ready. Might as well stand with the rest of the family. I walked down to the rink and fell into Celestino's shoulder blades face first.

"Ciao, Violet," Celestino knew. He knew I wasn't ok, "Come va?"

"Emotionally drained," I admitted.

"But then, my voice made its way to smaller ears. Yurio wrapped his arms around my waist, not wanting to let go, "Hi, Mama."

"Hi, sweetheart," Yurio felt a bit shaky. I don't like this. I got down to his level, "Hey…What's the matter, Yurio? What's going on?"

"Victor and Uncle Chris were yelling at each other in the locker room," he told me, "I've never heard them fight like that."

"Yuri…?" I looked over to my oldest clinging to Celestino, "What about you? Doing ok?"

Yuri nodded. It's good that he's ok. It's not good that he wouldn't say it out loud. When Yuri got to the point where he couldn't speak, that's when he scared me the most. So, Celestino did the talking for him, "He's alright, Violet. He wasn't for a minute, but then, it was like a switch went off. He's fine."

"Yurio," I spoke softly, "Can you give us a second?"

"Yeah," Yurio understood. He knew about Yuri as much as the rest of us did. But Chris and Victor were too wrapped up in their own calamity to take care of the babies right now. It's a good thing they had me.

"Come here, Yuri," I insisted, motioning for him. Without another thought, Yuri threw himself into my chest. I cradled him close and ran my hand down his back, "It's ok, baby. Just because they're mad doesn't mean they're mad at you. You and your brother did nothing wrong. If they want to blame anyone, they could blame me."

"No," Yuri spoke meekly. I'm just glad he spoke at all, "You didn't do anything wrong either."

"Oh, honey," my voice broke. No, Violet. Bottle that shit up. Not in front of Yuri, "I might have done something very wrong. But that's a long story you don't need to worry about. I appreciate the sentiment, though."

"Mama," Yurio stood on the sidelines, approaching slowly, "Do you…Do you think I…"

"Come here," I gave him my other arm and to no surprise, Yurio snuggled right into my ribs, "No matter what happens, boys, you know that they love you more than anything. And that I love you. And if you two need anything, you know where to find me."

"Can we stay with you when we go back home?" Yurio asked.

"You know where I live," I reminded him, "You know that you two have a bedroom in my condo. Anytime."

"Thanks, Mama."

"Thank you, Mama…"

"You're welcome," I gave them one kiss each and the lights started to dim. Looks like I missed opening ceremonies. Because Christophe Giacometti just had his name called over the PA.

Wow…This sounded weird. When Chris does a routine, it's usually very slow and seductive like he was going to take someone right then and there on the ice. I've never heard him skate techno like this. Alt-pop, maybe? Whatever it was, it's angry. And I kind of like it. Good for you, Chris. Way to branch out this year.

Nothing is fun.

Not like before.

You don't get me high anymore…

Huh…Interesting.

Used to take one…

Chris lands a single toe loop. A little slow, but alright. But then, his speed kicked up.

Now, it takes four.

And there's a quadruple toe loop. Someone is NOT happy with his husband. I can tell that much. This was just as much directed at Victor as what Green Light was. When Chris hit the ice, his routines always felt like gentle lovemaking. The kind where the cuddling was intense and things weren't too crazy, but the nice, slow rhythms put them at ease. This? This was straight-up hate sex. This was a bad night turning into wild, passionate, angry sex that would have the neighbors knowing their names by the end of it.

…And a part of me felt guilty. Did I do this? I did what I could. I tried distancing myself from Victor as much as I could. I wasn't going to go out with them. I was just going to call it a night and go to bed. Maybe stick around with Mama Cialdini for a while, because…Well…I haven't seen Mama in ages and I missed her dearly. But no. Chris and Victor wanted to drag me out and have fun. Where did that get us? I ruined their marriage.

After a few more performances, I got kind of bored. I needed a distraction to get me out of my head. JJ's narcissism wasn't helping. It only pissed me off and made me want to punch someone. Mainly him. It'd be nice to get my aggression out on JJ, but he didn't deserve that. Regardless, something to take my mind off the world would be nice. And none of these guys were doing much for me. That is…Until one diva in particular stepped onto the ice, getting the crowd all riled up. Goddammit, Victor…You haven't lost your touch.

Victor skated a few laps, fanning the flames of the crowd's excitement. He sure knew how to work them. He hadn't even started his routine yet. But then, with just a lift of his finger, he got them to quiet down again. Skating one more lap, he saw me at the partition. And gave a signal to the guy in the sound booth. Without another thought, Victor blew a quick kiss to Chris, making him smile a bit…And stretched his hand out to me.

I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say…

What the hell was he thinking?

I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be.

And what was I thinking? I trusted him, so I went along with it, accepting his offer. Just when I think he was hoping to hold hands for a moment or two…Victor lifted me over the partition, knowing damn well I had my skates on yet. What in God's green Earth was this man thinking? He got me on the ice and gave me one little spin.

But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me.

I promise…I promise you, I will…

"Victor," I freaked, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Follow my lead," Victor insisted, "Please."

"You realize this could get you disqualified, right?"

"I don't care."

This man was insane. One hundred percent, certifiably insane. And exhausting. Exasperating…And the best friend I will ever have, "Ok."

And so, Victor threw his routine out the window. Whatever he had been planning since the beginning of the season to close out his return with was done. The crowd had gone completely apeshit by this point. Not only were they getting Victor Nikiforov, but Violet Plisetsky, too. And in Victor's…our routine…He told me all he needed to say.

Not only was I missing him, but he was missing me even more. In the lines of the song and the movements of his body, Victor poured his heart to me. This whole routine was for me. The reassurance that he'd always have my back. No matter what. No matter his mood, my mood, or the way the world is at any given moment. And this was the only way he could tell me that we'd both understand. The two of us finished strong with a triple lutz each and Victor, being the cheeky little shit he is, decided to finish off with a double toe loop. The one trick he knew pissed me off more than life itself. But by the time the song finished, the two of us had come together again. We both dropped to our knees and catching me totally off guard, Victor pulled me into an incredible kiss that may have rivaled our night in Rome.

"I'm so sorry, Violet," Victor held me as the crowd roared around us, "I'm so sorry…"

"What are you apologizing for?" I worried, lifting his chin up, his eyes sparkling with tears, "So, you had a momentary lapse the other night. It's no big deal. I know you meant no harm by it."

"No," he threw his arms around me, trying his damnedest to snap me in half, "I'm sorry I ever let you go…"

Victor had to carry me off the ice. I was too busy bawling in his shoulder. Not that it was much of a problem with the audience. They all saw it as part of the routine. But now, I understood Victor's kiss at the beginning. His kiss to Chris…Was it a kiss goodbye? Because I didn't want to come between them. I didn't want to be that guy. Regardless, Victor brought me back into the locker room, letting me cry it out. This was why I loved him.

"VITYA!" And there goes our moment, "KAOGO CHERTA VY DUMAYETE, CHTO SDELALI (WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!)?!"

"Showing one of the loves of my life just how much I love her," Victor answered so nonchalantly, running his hand up and down my spine, "And in the only way I knew how to do it. Why?"

"YOU COULD'VE BEEN DISQUALIFIED, YOU IDIOT!" Yakov continued his tirade, "YOU COULD'VE…!"

"Yakov…" Victor cut him off, keeping his voice down, "If you don't mind, could you wait to bitch at me later? Violet and I are both a bit fragile and I'd really appreciate the time alone."

It was rarely like Yakov to show compassion, but for now, he pushed the vein back in his forehead, "Later then…"

"Thank you," Victor smiled, "Now, onto you, young lady…"

"Me?" I wondered, "What about me?"

"You didn't happen to have any plans for tonight, did you?" he asked, running his thumb under my eyes.

"The banquet's tonight, Victor," I reminded him, "Why?"

"I was wondering if you could accompany me," Victor requested, "If that's not too much trouble."

"What about Chris?" I pointed out, "Are you two still fighting?"

"We never really were," he let out a heavy sigh, "He understands, though. He knows what he and I have should be done in moderation. I can't give him what he needs and he can't give me what I need. Physically, things are great. Emotionally, though…It's different. He and I were talking and we think it'd be best for everyone if we go back to our original agreement. Chris comes over once or twice a month for a friendly hello and we leave it at that. I love him. There's no denying that. And he loves me. But for the sake of everyone involved, you included, you need me. And I need you. The boys need you. There was too much distance with us and you were living above us. So…Let's start with the banquet and see where it goes from there?"

Victor had left me speechless. We never should've risked our relationship on a bet. But I could get one thing out, "Absolutely."

"Vitya," Yakov came back in, "Come on. You've won. You need to get your medal."

I don't know why I'd be surprised.

A/N: Yay! Victor and Violet are getting back together. They're so cute together. And before I get the bitching, Victor said it all. With him and Chris, it was always a physical thing. Like eating ice cream for every meal. But sooner or later, you need to eat some real food before your body starves to death. Also, if you're curious, the songs used in this chapter were:

You Don't Get Me High Anymore – Phantogram (although, there's a really killer cover of it by Three Days Grace).

And!

The Promise – When in Rome (although, there's a really killer cover of it by New Found Glory).

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go to bed. Leave your questions, comments, and concerns in your reviews. And I'll see you next year…Chapter! xx