DV: Hey, guys. So this is a PJO story inspired by the new ice-skating show, Yuri! on Ice. You don't need to have watched it to understand this, but you should watch it because it's great. Anyway, it's not a long chapter, but I hope you like it. Jason will be referred to either Jason or Thalia, whichever they prefer (In this, they have no sister. They are Thalia). If they go by Jason, they prefer male pronouns or are more comfortable being perceived as male. If they go by Thalia, they prefer female pronouns or are more comfortable being perceived as female. If their name changes in the middle of a scene, their pronouns have changed.

The line to the 'Host Club' was way longer than Jason had expected it to be. His eyes flicked up from his phone to view it.

Half an hour, and he was only just nearing the top of the queue. He would have left twenty minutes ago, but he had been getting closer to the top of the queue, and he didn't want to leave and come back to find the line even longer.

He huffed and looked down at the screen again. Pokémon Go wasn't exactly entertaining when you couldn't move, even with an incense on. There was a Vulpix somewhere nearby and he couldn't chase it down because there were only two people in front of him.

He closed the app. He wasn't going to just stare at it. It wouldn't do anything but piss him off.

"Fuck's sake," someone muttered behind him. He turned to see a kid about his age – maybe a year younger – in a Voltron cosplay. Pidge. The kid glanced up from their phone and met Jason's gaze. "Sorry. Vulpix disappeared."

"No worries." Jason gave them a grin. "It was bugging me too." He offered his hand. "I'm Jason."

The kid hesitated before taking his hand and shaking it. "Percy. What pronouns do you use?"

Jason considered the question for a moment. "He and him. You?"

"Same." Percy nodded and glanced forward. "This line's never going to end."

Jason shifted to the side. "You can share a table with me if you want." Percy hesitated. "If you don't want to, don't worry about it. But it'll probably take a while for another table to free up."

"Good point." Percy stepped up next to Jason. "I like your Haikyuu! cosplay."

Jason grinned. "Thanks. So far, I've been getting a mix of 'oh my God, glasses Sugawara, can I take your picture, please please please', and 'for fuck sake, try to be accurate when cosplaying'."

Percy rolled his eyes. "Pricks."

"Yeah. Most of them were cosplaying Trump." Jason shook his head. "I just flipped them off."

"Good idea." Percy grinned and pocketed his phone. "I've mainly been getting comments about my eye colour, but I'm allergic to contacts."

"Fair enough. Your cosplay's pretty on point anyway." Jason shrugged.

"Thanks." Percy grinned at him.

A person dressed as Kyoya finally approached them. "We have a free table if you'd like."

"Yes!" Jason grinned and they followed them to the table. "I've been waiting for like half an hour."

"Same," Percy sighed. "I came with a few friends, but we got split up, and I haven't found them again, so I came here to sit down."

Jason nodded. "More Voltron cosplayers?"

Percy stuck out his tongue. "Nah, they're Homestuck trash so they all came as trolls."

Jason snorted. "Maybe they went to the Homestuck panel? I saw a good few trolls there."

"Possibly." Percy nodded in agreement and poured himself a glass of water. "They'll probably come in here to find me anyway."

"Why? You a Host Club fan?"

Percy shook his head. "I'm a food fan. This is the only good place for food in the entire convention."

Jason shook his head, grinning. "Naturally." He pulled out a packet of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. "Do you play?"

Percy's eyes lit up and he nodded. "Yeah. I don't have my deck with me though. It's water dragon themed."

Jason stuck out his tongue. "Mine's a power air deck. Fuck effects; if they have cards that stop effects, your monsters are useless. Spell and traps are okay though."

"But what if they have a card that makes it impossible to summon anything over fifteen hundred life points?" Percy shot back. "That happened to me in a tournament last month."

"You do tournaments?"

"Just some local ones. I generally don't win anything."

"Still." Jason poured himself some water. "Impressive."

Percy smiled. "Thanks." He leaned a bit closer. "What kind of deck did you just get?"

"Just some booster cards." Jason showed him the two thin packets. "Hopefully they're not shit."

Percy smirked. "Open them and check. If there are any effect monsters you don't want, I'll take them."

Jason nodded in agreement and opened the deck. The intercom crackled, halting the steadily changing theme songs and generic pop floating around the building.

"Can Kimberly Jackson please come to the information desk on the first floor; that's Kimberly Jackson."

Jason saw Percy stiffen and the other downed the end of his water. "I-I should go."

Jason glanced at him. "I assume your friends went down there?"

"Probably." Percy wouldn't meet his gaze.

Jason gave him a smile. "Maybe I'll see you later, Percy Jackson."

Percy blinked, his gaze flickering up to meet Jason's again. "Yeah. I'd like that."

Jason offered his hand. "See you later, Percy."

Percy took it and shook it again. "Bye." He left the Host Club, after dropping fifty yen on the table for the water, even though the jug was complimentary.

Jason waited there for the rest of the day, but Percy didn't return to the café.

"Percy, you can do this. You know you can." Poseidon placed his hands on Percy's shoulders. "You've been training for this for years."

Percy nodded. He could barely hear him. He was the only one this year – the only one who hadn't participated in the Grand Prix Final before.

"I can do this," he mumbled.

"You can. Now go."

Percy nodded. He paused to let another of the competitors off the ice before stepping on himself.

"Next up is Perseus Jackson; a first timer in the Grand Prix Finals! His theme this year is Dreams." He skated to a stop in the middle. "Since his sister Kimberly Jackson's death three years ago, Percy has gone from an unknown to one of America's top figure skaters." Percy's breath caught in his throat. "He will be skating to Nightvision by Daft Punk."

Breathe. Breathe. They didn't know. They didn't know. It was just a comment. Just an off-hand comment for skaters to know more about him.

The music started.

A choreographed step sequence to start. Slow. Slightly off-beat. It was still two points, but he had to get into it.

"He has five jumps planned in this routine, three of which are quads, and a combo. Here comes his first jump now; a triple axel."

Come on. Focus. Jump in front of the sign. He jumped.

"He two-footed the landing, but he got enough rotations in."

Eight point five points with a one point bonus. Not good enough.

He took a shaky breath. He couldn't crash. This routine was fine. Dreams. Focus on the theme. Steps.

A choreo sequence, followed by four-step sequence. Two, and three point nine. He almost let his foot slip out from under him.

Focus. He had to get a good presentation score. Triple Lutz.

"Here comes the next of his jumps; a triple Lutz. This is Bakura's signature move."

He jumped.

"Oh, he touched down, and missed a rotation."

Six points, minus three points. Damn. He hadn't missed that jump at all that season.

Come on. He could do this. A flying camel spin. He was into the second half of the song now. He could finish it. Finish big. Win back the points.

"Looks like he's getting back into the rhythm of it; a perfect flying camel spin!"

Good. Follow it up with another four-step sequence, that was three point two, and three point nine.

He took a breath.

"Here comes his combination jump; a quadruple axel, double toe loop, and a triple toe loop."

He had to do more. He had to win points.

"Oh, he fell on the axel, but- and he turned the triple toe loop into a quadruple!"

It was the second half, so there was a one point one multiplier. Thirty-one point six eight, minus two.

Quadruple Lutz, followed by a sequence. Almost there.

"He nailed the Lutz, but he tripped on the sequence; Bakura's not doing well today, folks."

Eleven point nine seven minus one. Fuck. It wasn't good enough.

"He seems to have forgotten all about his backward step sequence-"

Shit! He quickly moved into it, but his free leg was sloppy, and he was late. One point five, minus one.

"Here comes his last jump; a quadruple axel."

Flying sit spin. Signature move. Followed by a quadruple axel. He had to make it.

Three, and sixteen point five.

"The flying sit spin was good, but the quad turned into a triple axel."

Minus three.

He didn't gather enough speed for the axel. He slowly twisted to a halt, hands behind his back, on one knee, staring up at the ceiling. He panted for breath, hair falling around his face.

That was the toughest skate that season.

Slowly, he stood and made his way to the 'kiss-and-cry'. An accurate name.

Pegasus was waiting for him, wearing a plastic smile. "You did your best."

But it wasn't good enough. Percy barely noticed as Jason stepped onto the ice past him.

"Next up is Jason- sorry, folks- Thalia Grace today, dancing to an original piece, choreographed by her coach, Zeus Smith."

Percy glanced at the ice as he sat down on the bench. It would take a minute or two for the results to come in.

Thalia's routine started out slowly, but she managed to pull a triple axel, double toe loop combination off while staying in time.

Percy's hand clenched by his side. He was an idiot. He was an idiot to think he could have won – to stand on the podium with Thalia as an equal.

"And Percy Jackson's results are in. Eighty-three point fifteen. His lowest score this season. Jackson is currently in fifth place."

"You did your best," Poseidon murmured, wrapping an arm around Percy's shoulders.

Percy pulled away – not enough to cause a scene on television, but enough to let Poseidon know that he didn't want to be touched.

He looked up in time to see Thalia land her signature move – a quadruple axel followed by a quadruple toe loop. Perfect.

He was such an idiot.

Percy let out a shaky breath as he walked into the bathroom. The boys' bathroom. He wasn't a visitor. He wasn't in the wrong place. He just had to keep reminding himself of that.

He checked the stalls. He didn't want to change in the changing rooms. Not just yet. Maybe next year. If there even was a next year. Nineteen. That was meant to be the peak in his career. He had trained for four years for this, and it went out the window in less than two minutes.

Only one stall was free. He slipped inside, and closed the door. The lock was jammed. Fucking perfect.

He pushed his bag up against the door and pulled off his runners. His costume was a one-piece black suit with purple sprays of glitter up his sides and legs. The perfect way to fit in with his theme of Paranormal.

Unfortunately, it wasn't perfect for taking off in a small bathroom stall. He cursed as he hit the wall with his elbow, struggling to reach the zip. That would bruise.

He yanked the zipper down. It didn't matter what happened to the costume. He wouldn't be wearing it again anyway.

Then he paused, and took it off more slowly. That was wasteful. He could donate it or something. There was probably a charity that took pre-owned skating costumes and gave them to poorer skaters.

He was lucky. His step-father made a lot of money, and although he disapproved of Percy's choice of career, supported him through it. Most didn't have that fortune. Plus, there was the money from the ice-skating that paid for his living expenses.

He grabbed his jeans from his bag and pulled them on as the door swung open. He yelped, yanking up the jeans. "Someone's in here!"

"Oh, right." The man blinked slowly, the stench of alcohol wafting from his mouth. "Sorry." His gaze flickered to Percy's binder. Percy quickly yanked on his t-shirt, but the man scowled. "What the fuck?"

"I-I'm one of the skaters; it helps for keeping your back straight on the ice-"

"You think I don't know boobs when I see them?" Percy flinched. "What the fuck are you doing in here? Fucking faggot." He reached in and grabbed Percy's hair. Percy yelped, trying to push the man's arm away, but the stranger dragged him out of the stall.

Surely someone in one of the other six stalls had to hear him? They were all locked and he could hear shuffling. Why was no-one coming to help?

He yelped as he was slammed against the wall. A stall door swung open and one of the spectators walked out. Possibly a relative of one of the skaters – Percy had seen them a few times.

They walked to the sink, washed their hands, and walked right past Percy, out of the bathroom. They didn't even look at him, or the man pinning him to the wall.

Percy's gaze flickered up to the man.

"I bet you came in here hoping this would happen," the man hissed. "You left the door unlocked and everything. You knew someone would find you. You wanted them to."

Percy shook his head. "I-I didn't- the lock was broken- I-"

"Shut up," the man snarled. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, and you're never gonna come into the boys' bathrooms again, you fucking dyke." Percy squeezed his eyes shut.

"Hey. Let him go."

Percy's eyes blinked open and he glanced to the side. The man's hands were dangerously close to his pants, but the newcomer's voice had stopped him.

Dark brown hair framed a dark-eyed face. Nico di Angelo. His coach had insisted on him training longer than most, and though he was sixteen, he was only planning on making his senior debut at the next Grand Prix.

"Piss off," the stranger grumbled. "S'none of your beeswax."

Nico scowled. "I said let him go. Or I can call the security and have you thrown out and possibly prosecuted."

The man huffed. After a moment, he roughly released Percy and stormed past Nico. Percy let out a shaky breath and looked up at Nico. "T-Thanks-"

"Get out."

Percy hesitated, shoulders hunching. "M-My bag-"

"Not out of the bathroom. Get out of figure skating." Nico's eyes narrowed. He spoke in English – near-perfect pronunciation. "You're useless. America's top figure skater? Please. Grace deserved the place more than you." Percy flinched. "You know it's true. Just retire already. You're no good at it, so what's the point in keeping going?"

"I… I like it," Percy whispered.

Nico scoffed. "You like it? So does everyone who goes for this career. You don't get far if you don't like it. But there are people who like it more. There's always someone who likes it more – who deserves what you got more than you." He shook his head. "You don't deserve to be here. So just leave before you make things worse." He turned and strode out of the bathroom.

Percy stumbled back to his stall and leaned against the door, forcing it closed. He slid to the floor, tears flooding out of his eyes and down his cheeks.

He didn't move until Poseidon came looking for him half an hour later.

It was too stuffy. Too many people.

The ballroom the after-contest banquet was held in was large, but Percy could barely take five steps without nearly crashing into someone.

He glanced around. He could see Nico in the corner of the room eyeing the champagne. He had, of course, won the Junior Grand Prix, beating his opponent by more than twenty points.

Thalia was near him – she wore a blonde braided wig, a black dress with an electric blue sash and black heels.

Percy took a step towards her, and then a step back. Who was he kidding? He couldn't talk to her.

"Hey, Percy."

Percy jumped and turned. "A-Apollo?"

Lester 'Apollo' Papadopoulos stood behind him, sipping champagne with a smirk. "How are you? Your coach said you didn't deal with the loss very well."

Percy cleared his throat. "Yeah. I guess not." He forced a smile. "Congratulations on bronze, though. That's a great placing."

"Hm." Apollo took another sip of champagne, his eyes flickering to Thalia. "Perhaps. But not as good as gold."

Percy followed his gaze. "Still better than me," he mumbled under his breath. Apollo raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "Are you coming back next year?"

Apollo snorted. "Please. I'm only twenty-three. I'm not retiring yet."

Percy shrugged. "Some retire by twenty-two."

"And those some aren't me." Apollo finished the champagne. "Would you like a glass?"

Yes. More than anything. "No; I don't drink." Another raised eyebrow, but no remark. "Have you seen Poseidon?"

"He just left to make a call," Apollo replied. "Why?"

Percy knew he had. He wanted an excuse to escape. He had to get out. "I just wanted to talk to him about something." He gave a quick wave and made his way towards the door. "Bye."

No one paid him much notice. The press was focused on Thalia. The guests didn't really want to talk to him – who would? He came sixth. That was a terrible place.

He didn't notice the press' view shift from Thalia to Magnus Chase, the silver medal winner, as he left. Or Thalia follow him out with a change of clothes under her arm.

He moved past the bathroom.

Jason hesitated before following him, keeping just out of Percy's peripheral vision.

The rink was technically closed. He'd probably get in trouble. He stepped over the chain and pushed open the door. Oh well. They should have locked the doors.

The skates lined the wall in locked cubbies. Percy quickly unlocked his and pulled out his own skates. He'd need a new pair before Nationals.

He locked the cubby again and exchanged his runners for the skates. Jason watched through the open door as Percy tested the skates by standing. He then took out his phone, tapped a few buttons, and placed it on the edge of the rink.

As Percy skated to the middle, Jason stepped into the rink – the coach's area. Just close enough to the door that he could see Percy, but Percy couldn't see him.

His eyes widened a fraction as the opening bars started, and Percy slowly spun in a circle, arms rising above his head and then falling to his sides.

Haunted by Sinéad O'Connor. The song he had performed in his senior debut's free skate. It had won him silver, and if it hadn't been his first Grand Prix, it would have won him gold.

Had Percy been following him that long? That had been before the comic convention. Jason folded his arms as he watched Percy gear up for the quadruple Lutz. He hadn't made it in his own free skate, but he made it in Jason's.

The steps were slower and more fluid than when Jason had first performed it; in rhythm, swerving with the beat, drawing Jason in.

He twisted into a combination spin, one hand raised, one covering his face. When he stood, traipsed less than three steps before skating into a triple axel, double toe-loop combination.

Jason hummed. Percy's arms stayed raised with each of the jumps. Had he been in competition, he probably would have gotten the highest marks for each of them.

As Percy ended the programme, hips swerving and turning into his finishing pose – head bowed, legs crossed, hands cupped over his chest – Jason slipped out of the rink. Only to walk back in moments later as Percy skated towards the exit.

"Hey."

Percy jumped and nearly fell on the ice. "T-Thalia."

Jason rubbed the back of his neck. "Jason at the moment, actually."

Percy nodded and mumbled an apology. He stepped off the ice. "What are you doing here?"

"I was coming to change." Jason indicated to his bag. "I brought a suit, just in case. And then someone asked me to come find you and drag you back. Your coach, maybe."

Percy nodded, not meeting his gaze. "Sorry."

He didn't remember. He couldn't. Of course he wouldn't. And even if he did, he wouldn't recognise Jason as the person he met. Jason had already been a rising child figure-skating genius at the time.

Even if Percy linked the comic Jason to the skating Jason, he'd probably brush it off. He'd been wearing a wig anyway. And contacts. It didn't matter. Percy mightn't want to remember him.

"Don't worry about it." Jason gave him a smile. "Come on. You should head back, and I need to change. Do you know the way back?" Percy nodded. "Great. You go ahead, and I'll find my way back."

"Do you want me to wait?" Percy mumbled as they left the rink.

Jason hummed. "You wouldn't mind?"

"No, I'll wait," Percy decided, stopping as they reached a bathroom. "You change."

Jason nodded. "Thanks." He dipped into the bathroom.

Percy leaned against the wall and let out a breath. What was he doing? He was waiting outside the bathroom for his skating idol. In a shitty suit. With a shitty tie. And shitty hair gelled with shitty gel.

He let out a breath. Jason was just using him to get back to the banquet. Then he'd ignore Percy, and Percy could sneak up to his room again.

Moments later, Jason walked out of the bathroom. His wig was gone, and his fringe splayed across his forehead. He wore a black suit with a blue shirt and a black tie, and he wore squared glasses rather than the previous rounder ones. "How does this look?"

Percy looked away. "Good. The banquet's this way." He began walking, trying not to look at Jason. He would probably burst into tears if he did.

He was an idiot to ever think he could ever be as good as Jason.

"Msr. Grace, have you any hints for what your theme next year will be?" Jason hesitated.

It was the first time Piper had seen him look troubled by the press' questions in a few years.

She looked up from the television screen as the door opened. "Leo? Is that you?"

Percy bumped the door the rest of the way open with his hip, pulling a suitcase behind him. "H-hey." He was a bit out of breath. The elevator up to their apartment on the fourth floor of the building was 'under repairs'.

Piper jumped up. "Percy! What are you doing? I thought you weren't going to be back until January."

Percy quickly closed the door and released his bag as Piper threw her arms around him. "It's good to see you too, Piper."

"That doesn't answer my question," she muttered after a minute.

Percy sighed and shrugged. "I just wanted to come back."

"Buzzfeed said you ended things with Poseidon a few days ago."

"Of course they did," Percy huffed.

"Is it true?"

Percy shrugged. "Yeah… Yeah, maybe…"

"Maybe?" Piper's eyebrows arched into her hairline as she pulled away.

Percy looked down. "Yeah. I ended things with him," he muttered. "It wasn't fair on him. He spent four years training me, and then I crashed at the first Grand Prix I qualified for, and ended up last."

"You did your best," Piper protested.

"That's why I ended it. I didn't." Percy shook his head. "I should have done well. Or well enough anyway. I shouldn't have gotten sixth. I had a good programme – I was prepared. I shouldn't have gotten so spooked by my deadname."

"Percy, that's-"

"Don't. It's not normal. It's been two years-"

"And no one knows that you're trans aside from family, and a few close friends," Piper pointed out. "You still jump whenever anyone says your deadname – even if you just hear someone saying that's their name, or someone talking about your 'sister'. It's not necessarily what happens with everyone, but it's definitely understandable, and it's not not normal."

Percy sighed and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." He glanced at his bag. "I might hop down to the rink. Is Leo there?"

"Yeah, he's practicing his short routine for the Nationals," Piper confirmed. "Are you going to take part in them?"

"I don't know," Percy admitted. "Maybe."

"You should. It'll do you good to get back on the ice." She folded her arms. "Plus you're one of the favourites to win this year."

"I'll think about it." Percy assured her. "Do you want to come?"

"Nah, today's my rest day," Piper replied. "You go have fun. I'm going to finish watching the interview with Jason."

"Okay, have fun." Percy gave her a smile and one more quick hug before leaving the apartment.

The rink was only a two minute walk – it was closed to the public after five, but the management always left it open for any local figure skaters who wanted to practice. After a while, they had just given Leo and Percy a spare key because of how late the two practiced.

Sure enough, when Percy walked in, he could hear A Whole New World from Aladdin playing. The rink didn't let anyone use the stereo system while they were out, so the sound was muffled. Probably from Leo's phone.

Percy switched his shoes for a pair of skates and pulled off his coat and scarf. He left the three items on the bench next to Leo's shoes, failing to notice the third pair under the bench.

He made his way out to the ice, just in time to see Leo finish the routine with a combination spin, ending the song on both feet, back arched, and hands spread by his sides.

"Well done," Percy called at the same time as someone else spoke.

"Well done on the toe-loop. Just make sure you remember to speed up a bit more as you go into it during Nationals."

Percy turned at the same time as Leo. Jason was on the ice, leaning against the barrier.

"Percy!"

Jason turned to look at Percy as Leo darted off the ice and threw his arms around him. Percy barely managed to catch him. "Hey, Leo." He grinned, returning the hug.

Leo looked up at him, smile splitting his face. "I was worried you weren't going to be back before Nationals; you would have missed Jason! I text you, but you were probably on a flight when he got here."

"Yeah, I haven't turned my phone on again yet," Percy replied, releasing him. "Have you told Piper?"

"Not yet. He only got here a few hours ago, and he's been helping me with my short programme."

Percy looked up as Jason skated over. "Really?"

Jason nodded. "I'm on a short break before the Worlds and I thought I'd come back to San Francisco."

"Back?" Percy's eyebrows arched.

Jason sighed, an amused smile tugging at his lips. "Damn. You really don't remember. The Sugawara cosplayer?"

Percy's eyes widened. "That was you?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah. I used to come here every winter for a holiday. I haven't been able to the last two years, but I decided to start the tradition again." He gave Leo a grin. "Anyway, I got here about half five, and the management wouldn't let me in because I wasn't local, and public hours were over, but Leo convinced them that I was with him."

"No kidding," Percy mumbled.

Leo looked up at Percy again. "Can I show you the programme? Jason helped me land the quads, and he showed me a few things that I'm adding in."

Percy smiled and nodded. "Yeah, go ahead."

Leo hopped onto the ice again, and Jason pressed the replay button on his phone. A Whole New World began playing, and Leo started his routine.

Percy skated over to Jason, only half-focusing on the routine. "So are you here alone?"

Jason shook his head. "My 'little brother' is with me. Our coaches are friends and his coach said it'd give him good worldly experience before he made his senior debut."

Percy nodded. "Do you have a place to stay?"

Jason hummed. "We're renting an apartment in the 1190 Mission at Trinity Place area."

"Interesting." Percy looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "That's where Leo and I live."

Jason was smiling. "What a coincidence."

"Mhm. I'm sure it is." Percy looked back at Leo as he landed the quadruple toe-loop. "Thanks for helping him. He hasn't been able to land many quads before."

"It's only fair. He helped me, so I helped him." Jason shrugged.

Percy bit his lip. "Would you like to go to dinner?" He blurted out. "With all of us. Leo, myself, and our roommate Piper, I mean. As a welcome back to San Francisco thing."

He was such an idiot. What was he doing?

Jason's head turned, and Percy looked down. "Sure, I'd love to," he agreed. "Tomorrow at eight? After practice? Assuming we end up practicing together."

Percy's breath caught in his throat. "Sure."

"Great." Jason grinned. "You guys pick the restaurant." He turned back to Leo as the routine ended. "That was a lot better, Leo."

"Thanks!" Leo was out of breath and grinning. "What did you think, Percy?"

A smile Percy couldn't hide was spreading across his face. "It was brilliant; way better than in the Cup of China."

Leo's eyes lit up and he nodded. "I was thinking of moving one of the jumps in the second half back to the first half so it wouldn't be as tiring."

Jason hummed. "Not a bad idea. You'll get less points, but it'll be easier on your body."

The smile still wouldn't disappear. "Maybe you could move the flying sit spin into the second half and the jump back to the first?"

Leo nodded in agreement. "Yeah." He skated towards the edge. "I'll just grab a drink. Back in a sec."

Jason glanced at Percy. "Do you want to practice your routine? Nightvision by Daft Punk, right?"

Percy hesitated. "Yeah. Okay." He skated to the middle as Jason began playing the song from YouTube. He waited out the rain sounds and then began.

It wasn't as bad as the Grand Prix. He didn't screw up any of his spins or steps, but he barely landed any of his jumps.

Jason was biting the inside of his cheek by the time he finished. "Every time you jump, you start well, and then either end too early so you don't fall, or end too late so you don't end too early."

Percy shrugged, out of breath. "I-I guess so."

"You need to stop thinking about the Grand Prix," Jason sighed, skating over to him. His movements were careless, fluid. Like it took less effort than walking did.

"Easy for you to say," Percy muttered. "You didn't come last." After a moment of silence, he looked away. "Sorry."

"Don't be." Jason shrugged. "You're right. It is easy for me to say." He moved around Percy until the other met his gaze. "But if you don't forget about the Grand Prix and focus on Nationals, you haven't got a hope of winning."

DV: So, yeah. As you can see, technically not a Yuri! on Ice crossover. More of a fanfiction inspired by it. Hope you enjoy! Please vote and review. See you next time, Murdering Majestors!

Beta Reader's Note: As a Homestuck I felt attacked by this.