Notes: This includes the original idea that really kicked off this sequel. Going in and writing it, I had two things I wanted to do, and this chapter includes one of them.

The hall was packed as several skaters, including Yuri, gave interviews to the media. Anastasia and Tatyanna stayed away from the crowd, hoping to blend in and not get noticed. They were at the far end of the room, but as Tatyanna said, excitedly pulling on Anastasia's skirt each time, Yurio kept glancing to her. Anastasia could feel herself blush every time.

"Why aren't you answered questions?" Tatyanna asked.

"Because I'm not a skater."

"But Yuuri and Viktor are with him." Anastasia shook her head which caused her sister to roll her eyes and sigh. "Come on, Anastasia, you're a very important part of Team Yurio!"

Though she did not want to, Anastasia began to laugh. She quickly covered her mouth and tried to suppress it, but the laughter continued. 'Team Yurio? He is going to hate that!' she thought. "I just make costumes."

"And that is important! Otherwise, Yurio would be skating naked!"

Anastasia's cheeks burned darker red at the thought. "Tatyanna," she began sternly. Tatyanna giggled and ducked behind a support column. Anastasia started to chase her, but she stopped herself. Chasing her little sister would take the focus away from the professional skaters. She smoothed down her skirt and clasped her hands in front of her. She tried very hard to ignore Tatyanna's remarks from then on, though Tatyanna loved to push her buttons.

"Are you mad?" Tatyanna asked after several minutes of Anastasia ignoring her. "Please don't be."

"They're almost done, I think it's just time for pictures. Come on."

"But Ana, I don't like you being mad!"

Anastasia took her hand and led her towards the front of the room. The two sisters weaved between the crowd and tried to make their way, unnoticed, to the front. They knew Yuri would stay only as long as he must, and then he would want to leave. And neither could blame him. Viktor was the one who spotted them. He waved Anastasia over, but she shook her head. He gestured more wildly, yet she still declined. He sighed and said something to Yuuri, who nodded.

He left the two Yuris and hurried to the sisters. "Come on," he insisted, "you must be in the pictures!"

"Viktor, no," Anastasia began, but Tatyanna, excited at being included, pushed her from behind while Viktor pulled her hand.

Viktor apologized to the press, and with a smile, said, "I'm sorry for running off, but I had to get a valuable member of our team. Anastasia Norin, costume designer!"

Anastasia started to object, but Yuri pulled her close to him. His arm was around her waist, which caused cheers and hoots to erupt from the crowd. Viktor and Yuuri were on either side of the couple, smiling like proud parents. Tatyanna jumped in front of them and shouted, "Team Yurio!" The resulting picture was splashed all over social media sites, as Yurio, his hand still resting on Anastasia's hip, was caught redfaced and glaring at the young girl. Anastasia has started to laugh and turned her face to Yuri's shoulder to hide it. Even Viktor and Yuuri had begun to laugh. It was not posed and unprofessional, instead giving fans a glimpse at what went on as the five of them worked together.

They posed for pictures for several minutes longer than they had thought. The five had become media darlings, which infuriated Yuri.

Other than Yuri, everyone was in a lighthearted and fun mood. As the press finally winded down, they started to leave. The occasional flash still went off, but they paid little mind as they exited the arena. Outside, the fun immediately left the atmosphere as a woman approached. "Ana... Anastasia?" she asked.

Anastasia looked at her with confusion. Then her expression darkened as she realized just who the tall blonde woman in front of her was. She pushed Tatyanna behind her and said, "You need to leave." Her tone was cold, and it immediately put the three men on the defensive. Yuri put himself between her and the stranger.

"I need to talk to you. Both of you," she added as she leaned forward to get a look at Tatyanna. "As soon as I heard Yuri Plisetseky was here, I knew I had to travel to get the chance to see you."

"You gave up that chance a long time ago," Anastasia said. She tried to keep her voice steady but feared it would break. She heard Yuri tell someone to get the car, but she could not take her eyes off her mother. "You left us after Tatyanna was born, you gave up every right to see us. I never wanted to see you again! This is why I did not want to come!"

Her green eyes filled with tears as the woman said, "I know, and I wanted to make it up to you both. I admit, my behavior as of late has been shady, but once I found out that - "

"As of late?" Anastasia snapped. She took a step forward, but someone grabbed her from behind. She glanced up to find Viktor holding her back.

"Your mother?" he asked softly.

"If you can call her that."

"Ana..." It was the stranger's voice that broke first.

Yuri was having none of it. He watched as Yuuri brought the car around. "I never would have brought her here if I knew you would be around. No one wants to see you. Get the hell out of here and leave these two alone. We're more family than you are." He stayed between them as Viktor led the Norin sisters to the car. Tatyanna slid in the back seat solemnly. She sat with her hands clasped in her lap. Viktor helped Anastasia inside, then waited for Yuri to slip into the backseat with them.

He stood and stared at the woman who had rattled them so after such a fun time. "I want to see them," she whispered. "Please."

Viktor gave the tiniest of head shakes before getting in the front. As soon as his door was shut, Yuuri drove off. Viktor, ignoring the law, twisted in his seat without putting on his seat belt. He wanted to reach back to comfort Anastasia, but Yuri was doing a better job than he could. He held her close, his face against her hair as he murmured softly to her. She gripped the back of his jacket tightly, her face pressed against his chest.

"Tatyanna?" Viktor asked.

She looked up and nodded that she was OK. She was pale and scared, but he knew that woman did nothing to her. It was seeing Anastasia so upset that worried her so. No one spoke, except Yuri's soft words to Anastasia, until they reached their hotel.

"Get her inside, Yuri."

Viktor intentionally held Tatyanna back. He crouched down to her level as they got out of the car. "Are you sure?" he asked when she insisted she was fine.

"I'm fine." She bit her lip and looked towards the hotel. "But I'm worried about Anastasia."

"We all are," Yuuri said. "Viktor, what she said, that woman... sounds like she's been looking for a chance to reach out to Anastasia and Tatyanna for some time now. Maybe she just wants to make things right."

"Whatever her reason, I plan to find out." He held out his hand. Yuuri reluctantly handed him the keys to the car. "Get Tatyanna inside and check on Anastasia."