A/N: hey guys! Im planning on wrapping this up in the next couple chapters! :) I've been a little busy with work this week and have fallen behind on writing so I may not be able to post a new chapter tomorrow, but I will still try my best! I hope you enjoy!

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Yuuri woke up, the pain in his head overwhelming him. It took him a minute to realize where he was; he was on the couch, a blanket thrown over him. His stomach churned and he rolled off the couch. The light was still on in the bedroom, meaning Victor was probably still awake. The light was too bright for his eyes, and he dodged into the bathroom, heaving whatever was still left in his stomach into the toilet.

The bathroom light switched on, making his head hurt even worse.

"Yuuri?" Victor, his voice full of concern.

"Turn it off," Yuuri said, shielding his eyes. Victor understood without further questions; he turned the light off and knelt down next to him.

"I'm sorry," he said, rubbing Yuuri's back. "I'm going to grab your medicine, okay?"

Yuuri nodded, his head swimming. Victor left and returned moments later, pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Yuuri took it gratefully, throwing the pills in his mouth and gulping the water down. His stomach churned again and he begged it to stay down. Yuuri let himself lean into Victor, and Victor held him, whispering him words in Russian Yuuri couldn't understand, though they were still comforting. Victor was comforting. He was always there whenever Yuuri needed him. He never panicked, at least not on the outside. He was always so calm and collected. Yuuri appreciated this, because it helped calm him as well.

He must have dozed off again, because next thing he knew he was in bed. The pain was already less than it had been earlier. His stomach had settled as well. Victor was still awake, his laptop on his lap. He smiled when he realized Yuuri was awake.

"Hey," Yuuri said tiredly.

"The light isn't too bright?" Victor asked, reaching to close the computer.

"No, it's fine," Yuuri said. "I'm already feeling better."

Victor smiled at him again, though Yuuri could see the sadness in it. He hated the worry he caused Victor.

"I'm glad, love," Victor said, grabbing Yuuri's hand and kissing his fingers. "Do you need anything?"

Yuuri shook his head. Victor was all he ever needed, and more than he deserved.

"Would now be a bad time to tell you I booked us tickets to Paris?"

Paris? "Are you serious?"

"Yep, completely," Victor said, looking proud. "We're going next week. I hope that sounds okay to you."

He was going to spend a vacation with Victor in Paris. He couldn't even wrap his head around the idea. "I think that sounds good. It sounds amazing, actually. Are you sure? It wasn't too expensive, was it?"

"Don't worry, love, it's fine." Victor snapped the computer shut. "And it's already done, so no going back now. We're going to Paris, together, just me and you. We deserve it."

Yuuri smiled. His eyes were getting heavy again. "We do."

"You should get your rest," Victor told him, but Yuuri already felt himself drifting off to sleep. He dreamt of Paris, and of Victor, and it was beautiful.

…..

Victor woke up with a start. He had the dream again, and again it was different. There was nothing in the hotel room this time when he looked around the bed; no body, no blood. Nothing. He was alone. He lay there in bed, trying to figure out what the dreams meant. Why were they suddenly changing? He wasn't upset, because he'd much rather have a dream about an empty hotel room than Yuuri's bloody body.

Victor looked at Yuuri, still fast asleep in bed. He knew Yuuri would probably end up spending much of the day resting, as he often did when he got those headaches. That meant that they could spend the day at home, getting ready for their trip. Victor smiled, excited to finally be able to get away with Yuuri for a little while. It would do them both some good.

Victor got up and made coffee, already mentally planning what he was going to pack for both him and for Yuuri. Perhaps he could go to the store and buy a few new things for them. They hadn't really done anything nice for themselves in a while, after all.

Yuuri finally woke up late in the morning. Victor had already torn through half the closet looking for some half way decent things to bring. He poked his head out of the closet when he heard Yuuri get up out of bed.

"What are you doing?" Yuuri asked groggily, rubbing his eyes and looking at the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Just trying to figure out what to bring," Victor said with a shrug.

"Paris wasn't a dream then?" Yuuri asked with a small smile.

"No, definitely not!" Victor smiled back. He placed a finger under Yuuri's chin, bringing face close to his. "Are you feeling better?"

Yuuri blushed and nodded. "Good," Victor said, kissing his forehead. "You should eat something if you can. I still have your dinner from last night in the fridge if you want it."

"Okay," Yuuri replied. He watched as Victor turned back to the closet. "Are you sure it's okay we're doing this? I mean, spending money like this? I know—"

"Yuuri, don't worry, we're fine," Victor told him. "It's important that we take care of ourselves. Everything has been so stressful, especially with the trial. That's probably why you haven't been feeling as well, the doctor said stress makes it worse."

Yuuri looked down at his feet. He opened his mouth to say something, and Victor knew what he was going to say before he said it.

"Don't apologize, Yuuri. You have nothing to feel bad about." Victor pulled him into a hug. "We're going to go to Paris, and we're going to have a damn good time, and everything's going to get better. Okay?"

Yuuri smiled at him. "Okay."

….

Yuuri stared out the window as the ground got smaller beneath them. He couldn't believe that they were actually on their way to Paris. He was going on a vacation to one of the most romantic places on earth with Victor. The thought made him both happy and nervous. Yuuri was not very good at being romantic. He was mostly just good at being awkward.

"What are you thinking about?" Victor asked him, making Yuuri jump. Yuuri blushed, embarrassed to think what Victor would say if he told him about his worries.

"Nothing really," Yuuri answered with an awkward smile. "I'm just wondering what Paris will be like."

Victor smiled at him. "It will be wonderful, Yuuri. Especially since we will be together, away from everyone and everything."

Yuuri looked back out the window. "Thank you for doing this."

Victor grabbed Yuuri's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Of course, my love. I needed it too."

Yuuri looked back him. "How are you? You haven't been having your nightmares as often?"

"No, it's been different lately," Victor said, looking down at their hands. "Maybe it's just getting better."

Yuuri wanted nothing more than for things to get better. He hated knowing that Victor had been dealing with those terrible nightmares. He hated knowing Victor had been dealing with everything. Victor had taken care of him whenever he needed it and never asked for anything in return. He had always stayed so steady and sure for Yuuri's sake, even though he was dealing with his own demons.

Victor looked at him, his head tilted. He raised a hand and wiped Yuuri's cheek. Yuuri was crying again and he hadn't even realized it.

"Why are you crying?" Victor asked him.

Yuuri shook his head and wiped his face in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize." Even now, Victor was so calm. "I just…I want you to be happy."

Victor smiled, though he looked confused. "I am happy, love."

"It's just that everything happened and you were so great, all the time. You're always there and you're always…you. I feel like I always make everything about me, and never about you."

"That's not true, Yuuri," Victor said, his eyes serious. "You've been there for me every time I needed you. You've taken care of me in the middle of the night when I couldn't think straight. You opened up to me when it was hard for you. You moved away from your home and your family to live with me, Yuuri. And you've made me so happy. I promise you, my love, that you've done more for me than you can ever imagine."

Yuuri wanted to believe him. He would try to believe him. He had never thought very highly of himself or felt that he had ever done anything good for anyone. His life had always been taking care of himself, after all. He hoped that it was true that he had helped Victor, because Victor had helped him in so many ways.

….

Victor smiled as Yuuri's eyes lit up as he took in the city around him. They were in a cab on their way to their hotel, and Yuuri was like an excited child, staring out the window at the lights and buildings. "It's beautiful!" he told Victor, turning around, his face sparkling and his smile bright.

"I told you it was," Victor replied with a chuckle. It warmed him to see Yuuri so excited. The ride to their hotel was short. They grabbed their suitcases and checked in at the front desk. Their room was on one of the upper floors, so they had to take the elevator. When they finally found their room number, they hesitated outside the door. He looked at Yuuri, and there was an understanding between them.

"It's just a room," Yuuri said. Victor nodded and opened the door.

For a moment, just a moment, his nightmare flashed before his eyes. The cold room, the blood, Yuuri. He froze, but as soon as it came it was gone. The room was much different than the room in Moscow. The light was warm, the room was large and open, and a view of the city peaked through the curtains.

"Victor?"

Yuuri was looking at him, noticing something was off. Victor smiled, assuring him. "It's a beautiful room, don't you think?"

Yuuri smiled back. "It is."

They settled into the room, Yuuri excitedly staring out the window and pointing things out to Victor. Victor still felt a little uneasy, but as every moment passed the feeling would fade. Once Yuuri was done taking in the view, he joined Victor and they settled into bed, tired from their trip. Victor held Yuuri close to him, treasuring every moment. It didn't take them long to drift off to sleep, and for once, Victor's sleep was dreamless.