Notes: Sorry for the delay, I have been insanely busy. And I haven't had much time to the computer.

Yuri had not wanted to leave Anastasia the next morning, but she assured him they would be fine. He knew exactly what she had planned. She would not be willing to leave the hotel room at all, unless prodded by himself or carried out by Viktor. She would, instead, stay inside and hide.

The experience the previous evening had rattled her.

Before they parted, he held her for a moment. "You sure you'll be OK?" he whispered.

"Not really, but I'll live." She had leaned back and smiled at him, then gave his hand a squeeze before retreating to her room.

To Viktor's frustration, Yuri's mind was not on the ice as they practiced. "Yurio!" he shouted with a groan. "You're not even here on the rink, are you?"

"Of course I am," Yuri muttered. He bent and fiddled with the lace on his right skate. "Where else would I be?"

"I mean up here." Viktor tapped Yuri painfully on the forehead. Yuri pulled away from him with a glare and a scowl and rubbed his head. "You need to let that go for a while. Your emotions are showing completely. If you fail your routine - "

"I don't need to hear all of this!" Yuri went to skate away, but Viktor grabbed his shirt.

His tone was soft and his expression kind, but his attitude was also that of a coach with a faltering student. "Yuri, I know you're worried for Anastasia, but this is not the time. If you cannot get your head around your routine, you might as well just drop out of the competition."

"I am not dropping out!"

Yuuri watched their exchange with mixed emotions. He understood where both men were coming from, but he also felt Viktor was being a bit harsh on Yuri. He wanted to calm them both before the verbal exchange became something harsher. Before he could step on the ice, he heard a faint buzzing sound. At first, he had no idea what to think, then he realized it was the muffled buzz of a cell phone.

The noise was coming from Yuri's bag. Yuuri thought of telling the younger Yuri his phone was ringing, but when he saw it was Anastasia, he answered it.

"Is everything all right?" he asked of her.

"Yuuri? Oh, yes. I just needed a favor."

It did not sound like everything was fine, but he pressed her gently. "What sort of favor?"

He heard her sigh and then a rustling noise from the other end. "I was going through Yuri's costumes, and I never repaired the rip in one, but I have no extra mesh. I've searched my bags and I - I cannot find - "

"No, no, no," he said gently. "Please don't cry, it's fine. I'll find you some."

She sniffled and apologized. "Thank you. You don't have to rush and do it now, just on the way back to the hotel." She went on to describe the color, the size, and even the brand to him if he could find the same one. As he listened, he heard a shout.

"Who said you could touch my things, piggy?!"

Yuri skated across the rink to retrieve his phone, with an angry Viktor right on his heels. "I'm sorry," Yuuri began, "it was ringing, and you were..." he trailed off and gestured to Viktor.

"Yuuri?" Anastasia's voice sounded far away through the phone.

"Anastasia needs some mesh to repair Yuri's costume," Yuuri explained to Viktor as Yurio took his phone back. Yuuri had no idea where they would find a craft store, but Viktor assured him it would be done. And if it could not, then Yuri had a few alternate costumes they could choose from.

Knowing Viktor, he would alter a routine to fit that costume, so Yuuri hoped that they could find a craft store. An angry Yurio was not something he wanted to deal with. So far, the younger man had just been his moody self. A complete routine shake up would not be pretty.

He watched Yuri as he spoke to Anastasia. Even Viktor's expression softened a bit as he locked eyes with Yuuri. He nodded slightly. They both felt it was cute to see Yurio actually interested in someone, though it made him rather moody. And Viktor, well he was much more pushy about his level of support.

Yuri reluctantly ended the call and grabbed his bag.

"Where are you going?" Viktor demanded. "We haven't even been here an hour!"

"Anastasia needs something done," Yuri shouted back. "So come on!"

Viktor groaned and muttered something Yuuri could not hear, but he changed his skates for shoes, and dodged with little effort as Yuri kicked his own skates off while aiming at Viktor. Yuuri sighed and picked them up to put away. He poked his finger to the top of Viktor's head, knowing that he was intentionally taking a long time to undo his laces on purpose.

Yuri waited for them in the car. He was on his phone, scrolling through maps as he searched for a store that would have what Ana needed. "Here." He held out his phone to Viktor to show the address of a large chain store. Viktor took the phone and plugged the address into his own phone's GPS. "We get done with this, we take it to Anastasia, and then we come back." It was not a suggestion.

Yuri gave a stiff nod.

The trio would not have expected a craft store to be busy. And at first it had appeared just that way. It was them and two middle aged women. Within minutes, the atmosphere had changed as the store filled with a crowd of people. Yuri tried to avoid being seen as Viktor ate up the attention. He stopped to take selfies as the two Yuris split up to look for the material Anastasia required.

"How do you handle it?"

"Huh?" Yuuri looked up as he realized Yuri was speaking to him.

"Him." He jerked his head towards Viktor.

Yuuri felt his cheeks grow warm, but he laughed and said it was something you got used to.

"Hmm."

Each took one end of the fabric section and would work their way to the middle. As Yuri browsed, he wondered if the store even had mesh. Then he heard Yuuri call out that he had found it. Yuri hurried to him, and found himself in awe of the selection of colors. "How much does she need?" he asked. Both of them realized they had not bothered to ask Anastasia herself.

"Um... let's get a meter, just to be sure."

"Yeah."

It took some time to find a store clerk to cut and ring up their purchase. Most were perplexed by the crowds and cheers. As he was given the total, Yuri reached into his pocket, then reconsidered. "One minute."

He left Yuuri and the clerk to stare as he braved the crowd. He got close enough to Viktor, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his coach's wallet. With a smirk, he slipped out of the crowd, thinking of how funny it would be if his act of thievery had been caught on camera. He paid with Viktor's credit card, and threw in an overpriced sack of candy that sat by the check out while he was at it.

"Hey Viktor!" he called as he picked up the bag. "Let's go! What happened to being in a hurry?"

Viktor made apologies and continued to beam and shake hands as he skillfully weaved his way out of the sea of fans. He reached the car before his smile vanished. While looking for his keys, he realized his wallet was gone. Yuri watched him panic for a moment before he whistled and held up Viktor's wallet between two of his fingers.

"Yuri!" Though mad, Viktor was also relieved. None of his fans were pickpockets! He sighed and shook his head before getting in and driving them to the hotel.

Anastasia thanked them for taking the time to do it, but she also reminded them they could have done it later. "Think nothing of it," Yuri told her. Viktor could only facepalm behind him.