Notes: Life has definitely gotten in the way, but I truly, truly want to finish this. I'm so, so sorry for the very delayed update!

Anastasia had stayed in their hotel room, barely venturing out, for days. Tatyanna stayed by her sister's side, though staying in the hotel was driving her a little crazy. She was on Anastasia's bed, her focus on the bright colors of the matching game on Anastasia's phone, which was plugged into the wall to charge, when there was a knock on the hotel room door.

Anastasia looked up from her sketch pad, but she had no time to answer as her sister shouted, "Come in!"

It was Yuri, with a towel folded over his right arm. "I hate to ask," he said, his tone a little frustrated, "but can I use your shower?"

"Sure, we aren't - "

"Victor says you aren't supposed to be in here," Tatyanna began playfully.

Yuri held a finger to his lips, then drew it across his neck before he entered the bathroom. Tatyanna collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles as Yuri shut the door behind him.

In the bathroom, he could hear muffled conversation between the sisters. He shook his head, almost positive that Tatyanna was threatening to tell. He removed his clothes, tossed them in a pile on the back of the toilet, and turned on the shower. He stuck his hand under the stream to test the temperature.

There had been nothing untoward in his request to use their shower. He just wanted to be away from Victor and Yuuri for a little while. He stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over him.

In his haste to get away from his coaches, Yuri had not grabbed anything but a towel. He thumbed through the various bottles on the shelf in the shower. Some were small hotel shampoos and soaps. Then there were the larger bottles that Anastasia and Tatyanna had brought. He shook his head at the cotton candy scented wash, ignored a strawberry, and settled on the lightly fragranced raspberry.

As he grabbed the shampoo bottle, he thought he heard a thump in the hotel room. He paused, then shrugged. Tatyanna might have dropped the phone she was playing with or something. It did not sound serious.

He lathered the pink solution into his hair and rinsed. There was a matching bottle of body wash, would it be too much if he borrowed it as well? He knew it was Ana's, he had smelled the faint scent on her before. He doubted she would have a problem sharing.

As Yuri reached for the bottle, he heard another thump, and a muffled squeak from one of the sisters. "Everything OK?" he called from the bathroom. If he had gotten a response, he did not hear it through the running water. When he heard another squeak, along with the distinct sound of Tatyanna whining, he reached for his towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"What's going on?" he demanded as he opened the bathroom door.

Anastasia and Tatyanna turned to look at him. In the few minutes he had been in the shower, the two of them had gotten into an argument, from the looks of things, which then escalated into a pillow fight. Tatyanna, who had managed to pin Anastasia down and held a pillow over her head, ready to strike, began to giggle helplessly at the sight of Yuri in his towel.

Anastasia flushed a deep shade of red.

Tatyanna dropped her weapon and scrambled off her sister, still giggling, and raced out the door. Anastasia sat up and made no attempt to stop her little sister.

"I'm sorry," Anastasia began, looking everywhere but Yuri as her faced burned, "she kept teasing me about telling Victor and Yuuri, and... I shouldn't have let it become a pillow fight..." she trailed off, flustered. "I'm sorry if - if it worried you."

Yuri chuckled and said, "It's fine, really." Her embarrassment was adorable. "I should, ah..." he trailed off as Victor stuck his head in the door, left open by Anastasia in her haste.

"You should get dressed," he told Yuri, but his smirk said otherwise. Yuri muttered something about not being done in the shower and retreated to the bathroom.

Anastasia hid her face in her hands; her shoulders shook with silent laughter. It was both flustering and exciting to see Yuri in just a towel, and then the added embarrassment of Victor walking in? It was too much. She had to laugh. At least it took her mind off running into someone she would have never wanted to see again, at least for a moment.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Are you all right?"

She nodded, her face still hidden in her hands.

Victor removed his hand from her shoulder then knelt by the floor. "I have a favor to ask, Anastasia. It's a bit much to ask, but..."

Anastasia peeked through her fingers at him. Her cheeks still burned. "What... kind of favor?" she asked quietly.

Victor glanced towards the bathroom, then back to Ana. "Yuri has been struggling on the ice. Would you be willing to come to his practice tomorrow? I think it may help."

Anastasia slowly lowered her hands to her lap. It was a lot to ask, but the event was in three days' time. And she could not spend the rest of her life in the hotel room. She nodded. "Yes, if it will help Yuri, I think I can do that."

Victor smiled and squeezed her hand in thanks. If Anastasia could keep Yuri from falling apart, they would have absolutely no problems.