I don't own Yuri On Ice, just messing around while I can.

Here is another new fic for you guys and gals to read. I do hope you enjoy it!

Family Healing

Chapter One

Yuuri looked around the rink. He still couldn't believe he was here in Barcelona for the Grand Prix Final. Today was the Free Skate. He didn't think he was going to make it at the Rostelecom Cup. But he did, surprising himself. Now he was in fourth at the moment, but he wanted, no he needed to pull that up, he wanted to win the gold. He glanced to the side, seeing Viktor standing beside him. Things were still a little cold between the two of them after their argument last night.

"Viktor," Yuuri called out softly gaining the older man's attention, "Can... Can we talk?" he asked, glancing around to make sure no one was listening in. "We have some time before the Men's Free Skate starts." His voice was hopeful. He wanted to try and sort things out between them before he got onto the ice. Yuuri didn't want whatever it was between them to end. He had seen it, that Viktor missed the ice and the thrill of competitions and he didn't want to take that away from the other. But there had to be a way around it.

"Sure," Viktor nodded, a strained look in his aquamarine eyes. He turned and walked out of the changing room. Yuuri quickly following him as they tried to find somewhere out of the way and quiet.

They came to a stop and just stared at each other for a moment. Viktor was hurt, it was in his eyes and Yuuri hated the fact that he had been the one to do it. He loved Viktor, wanted nothing more than to see him happy. But last night, Yuuri had taken that spark that had normally been in his eyes.

"I..." Yuuri began, he was unsure where to start, "I... I don't want this to end," he voice broke as he held back the tears that were beginning to form.

"I thought we were going to settle this after the Free Skate?" Viktor pointed out. They had agreed to make their decisions later on that night.

"I know," Yuuri looked up from the floor, "I know we did, but..." he paused gathering his thoughts and feelings, "I can't let it hang over me. Viktor... I love you. I don't want to be away from you for a second." A tear ran down his face.

"Then... then why did you..." Viktor trailed off with a heavy sigh.

"I can see it, each time we come to a competition I can see that longing to be back on the ice. For competition as well. I can see it and I don't want to take that away from you. You try and hide it, but it is there right under the surface all the time," Yuuri said softly, wiping his eyes, "I..."

"But I want to be with you. Yuuri you have given me back something I thought I lost a long time ago. All inspiration I had was gone, the wish to skate and the thrill was gone from my life. It was all gone. You, it was you who brought it all back to me. The joy of being on the ice. The fun I once had is now back," Viktor shook his head, "I love you as well Yuuri. I never want to be from your side."

"Then we need to find something that will work for us. That's why I thought of retiring," he said a soft smile on his face.

"But you don't want to. I can see it Yuuri," Viktor pointed out.

"I know, I don't, but to let you go back to the ice, it would be worth it," he smiled as he reached for Viktor.

Viktor took hold of his right hand and brought it up, kissing the ring, "Then what can we do. I need to be with you as a coach, and if I wish to compete again I would..." he trailed off as an idea struck him.

"What?" Yuuri asked, frowning stepping closer.

"I am thinking. I need you to be with me for coaching, yes?" he asked. Getting a nod of agreement. "I know Yakov will be willing to coach me again. He has said that he would plenty of times over the last several months."

"But I'm in Hasetsu, and Yakov is based in St Petersburg?" he queried, pointing out the flaw in the plan.

"I know. But there is nothing to say that we need to remain in Hasetsu. Would you be willing to come to St Petersburg with me?" he asked, his voice excited.

"I..." Yuuri was shocked at the questioned. Could he do it? Could he move away from Hasetsu once more? He smiled, "Yes, I would like it. I want us to be together. But... do you really think it would be a good idea to carry on coaching me while you are training as well. It would be a lot of hard work Viktor?" he worried about the stress that could be placed on Viktor's shoulders.

Viktor smiled, "I know we could do it. We would need to talk to Yakov, maybe we could do that now. I would like to know what he thinks," he said.

Yuuri nodded in agreement. "I don't mind doing so, we have over an hour and a half before the competition starts," he said, quickly pulling out his phone to check the time.

"Then, we should go and find him," Viktor grinned, the spark that had disappeared from his eyes last night was now back. And Yuuri was happy with that. It would be hard since he knew no Russian, he just hoped that Viktor would be able to teach him some before they left for St Petersburg.

"Wh... When do you think we would be moving?" Yuuri asked, a little afraid that the answer would be very soon.

"I think it might be a good idea for me to start getting back into the routine of training while we work with your programs for 4CC's and Worlds," he said with a nod.

"Don't forget that I have Japan's Nationals as well after this. It's only a couple of weeks away," Yuuri reminded him.

"Yes, how could I forget," he smiled at Yuuri, "We shall be ready for it, so do not worry," he reassured pulling Yuuri close.

"I trust you," Yuuri smiled to him as Viktor leant down slightly and kissed him, "Now, do you want to go and find Yakov before or after?" he asked.

"I think we should go and see him now and talk with Yurio," Viktor grinned as he then pulled Yuuri along to go and find his former, and hopefully future coach.

Yuuri shook his head, he was happy that they were sorting it all out. he just hoped that they would be able to work it right. He didn't want to lose Viktor as his coach, and he didn't mind the thought of moving again. It wasn't like he was home in Hasetsu, it felt a little odd to be there at times. He was used to the city life, Hasetsu was quiet compared to Detroit.

Viktor led the way and smiled when he saw Yakov talking quietly to Yurio and Lila. "Yakov!" he called out, gaining the attention of all three of them.

"What do you want Old Man?" Yurio glared at him.

"Don't talk like that little Yura," Viktor grinned to the teenager.

"Vitya," Yakov greeted the young man as he and Yuuri stopped before them.

"Could I talk to you?" Viktor asked. Yuuri looked around, wondering if he should be there for the talk or not. He didn't really know Yakov, just the reputation he had of being one of the best coaches out there.

"I'm going," Yurio rolled his eyes as he walked away. Lila nodded to her ex-husband and followed her student.

"What do you want Vitya?" Yakov asked as he turned his attention to the two men standing before him.

"I know that this will be hard, but I would like to come back to competition," Viktor grinned.

"Vitya, you've had almost a year off, it will be hard you know this. And what about Katsuki?" he asked, looking towards the Japanese man still holding onto Viktor's hand.

"I will still be coaching him. I know that it will be hard work. I know also that I may only be able to do this one last time. But I would still like to do so," Viktor said, his voice going soft, the smile subduing a little.

"So what is the brilliant plan that you have come up with?" Yakov sighed, knowing that he would end up agreeing to whatever it was that Viktor had planned.

"We will move to St Petersburg. We will both be training at the rink with you. I will be Yuuri's coach still," Viktor smiled, "And you, if you are all right in doing so will be mine."

Yakov sighed and shook his head, "Vitya, you know it will be hard work. It will not be easy to come back after a year off. You have let yourself go since then." He had noticed that Viktor wasn't as trim as he once was.

"I know. I will have to come back properly for the Grand Prix. I know I will have to take part in the qualifying rounds, much as Yuuri had to do this year. But I'm willing to work at it," Viktor stood straighter, holding Yuuri's hand tightly within his own. The reminder that Yuuri was there strengthened his resolve to bring everything together.

"When are you planning all this?" Yakov asked glancing to Yuuri, "I know that you have the Nationals coming up for your country. And there is the Four Continents as well as the World's."

"I believe that it would be best for me to carry on in Hasetsu for a while longer, and come back to Russia after Worlds. It wouldn't be good to stress over a move to another country in the middle of the season," Viktor agreed as he glanced to Yuuri, smiling happily, "This is going to be hard, but it is well worth it."

Yuuri smiled back, happy that the two of them had been talking in English, "It will be."

"Then if you are going to come back you need to get back to training. Make sure that you get back into shape. Proper diet and exercise," Yakov said as he turned a critical eye onto Viktor. He was trying to get an idea of where the young man was.

"As soon as we get back to Hasetsu we should go to the rink. Go through one of your older programs or something, to see where you are. We can send the video to you Yakov," Yuuri suggested as he looked from Viktor to the older coach, "you might be able to get a better idea of where is is like that?" He hoped he wasn't overstepping at all. He just wanted the idea to work, and work well.

Yakov chuckled dryly, "Yes, that would be a good idea Vitya, make sure you do so when you return. I look forward to seeing where you are."

"Of course," Viktor smiled.

"Katsuki," Yakov then called before the two of them could leave.

"Yes?" Yuuri puzzled, wondering why he was called.

"That is a good idea, but I'm going to be relying on you while you are still in Japan to make sure Vitya keeps on track with his exercise and practice," He said, ignoring the pout that Viktor was giving.

"Yeah, I will. I know he has a habit of running off," Yuuri laughed quietly.

"Very much so. He will always try to find a way to go off alone. Or to go somewhere else when he should be training," Yakov warned him.

"Yuuri!" Viktor whined as he pouted towards Yuuri. "You're supposed to be on my side?" he complained.

Yuuri turned to him, his eyes soft and warm, "And I am, if you want to do this then you are going to put the work into doing so," he said firmly.

Viktor huffed and then looked to Yakov, "I will do so Yakov, I promise," he nodded.

"Good, I want to see what you can still do. A year off doing nothing much is not going to make it easy for you to return Vitya," he said, looking at the young man that he had been training since finding him at the tender age of eleven.

"I know, there is also my age. I know that this maybe the only time I can come back, and it might only be for the year. But I want to do it. I need to try Coach," Viktor said seriously.

"Work hard," Yakov advised him as he turned and walked to where Lilia and Yurio would be waiting for him to join them before the Free Skate.

"I'll make sure he does," Yuuri promised as he watched Yakov leave them.

Viktor and Yuuri shared a smile, "I think it'll work," Viktor said.

Yuuri nodded, "Yeah. It... You're going to have to teach me Russian before we leave. I want to at least know enough to be able to live there." It was daunting to learn a new language. He already knew two, and to make it a third would be hard, but Yuuri was determined to learn.

"I will, we'll start after the holidays. We've plenty of time to work on it," Viktor said as he raised Yuuri's hand and kissed Yuuri's ring once more.

"Good, I want to be able to understand what I'm hearing, I know that learning Cyrillic will take me even longer, but being able to speak it will help," Yuuri smiled softly as he moved a little closer to Viktor. He was feeling as though he was on display. He could feel the eyes of those around him on the two of them.

"I'll make sure, don't worry Yuuri," he grinned, reassuring the younger man.

"So, you're going to be coming back then?" came a smooth voice from behind the two.

Yuuri jumped as he felt a hand brush his arse, "Chris," Yuuri squeaked, face going red as he turned around to face the Swiss skater.

"Chris!" Viktor grinned, though there was a cold glint in his eyes as he took the hand that had touched Yuuri and pulled it away, "Leave alone," he warned.

Chris smirked, "Of course Viktor," he said as he winked to Yuuri, "So, are you planning your comeback?"

"I am, won't be for the Nationals, but for next year, I will be back," he answered.

"Good, it's not fun without you on the ice as well," Chris said, he glanced at Yuuri and asked, "What are you going to be doing Yuuri?"

"I will still be his coach. We will be moving to St Petersburg after the World Championship, so I can continue to train with Yakov. Yuuri will be with me and I will continue to train Yuuri," Viktor was the one to answer.

Yuuri was looking around a little nervously as he could feel even more eyes on them as Viktor was talking. He could see the excited looks on people's faces. It didn't take long for people to start going over to the three of them.

"Are you really coming back?" an excited young woman asked from the crowd that was beginning to form around them.

"I will be, but not until this season is over," Viktor smiled, the fake smile that Yuuri saw often when Viktor is confronted by the public or press.

More and more questions fired towards Viktor and Yuuri was beginning to feel the panic creep up on him. He tried to squish it down, but he knew that this time he couldn't. He glanced at his phone and then to Viktor they still had plenty of time before he had to be on the ice. He didn't want to interrupt Viktor at all and glanced to Chris.

"You all right?" Chris asked, his voice barely audible.

"I... I... need to get away," Yuuri answered, his voice shaking.

Chris nodded, looking concerned as he saw that Yuuri's breathing was beginning to pick up, "Let's get you out of here, and we'll text Viktor all right?" he suggested.

Yuuri was going to protest about leaving Viktor but a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him away. "Vi..." he began but stopped when his breath caught in his throat.

"Away, somewhere quiet," Chris said as he led the way through the corridors and to a quiet area, "here," he smiled softly as he made Yuuri sit down on one of the chairs in the room.

Yuuri slumped in the chair, trying to get his breathing back to normal. He had gone through this often enough to know how to help himself. Though he took comfort in the hand that was on his back, knowing that someone was there and cared always helped that little bit more.

"I've texted Viktor to tell him where you are," Chris reassured him.

Yuuri gave a tiny nod and concentrated on trying to breathe. Letting his water bottle drop to the floor. It took a few more minutes but he was finally able to breathe.

"You all right now?" Chris asked, a smile on his face.

Yuuri nodded, "Yes, I'm fine. It-" he was cut off.

"Yuuri!" came the panicked voice of Viktor as he burst into the room.

"I'm okay," Yuuri smiled, reassuring Viktor that he was fine as he was wrapped up in Viktor's arms.

"Are you sure? You should have grabbed me and we could have come back here," Viktor said, worried aquamarine eyes searching warm brown to make sure that Yuuri was really fine.

"I think it was best that you stayed there Viktor, it kept the eyes of Yuuri," Chris pointed out as he looked to his friend.

"Thank you, Chris, for watching out for him," VIktor smiled at him.

"Welcome anytime my friend, as are you Yuuri," Chris smiled at the both.

Yuuri was barely able to peek around Viktor to smile back at the Swiss skater, "Still, thank you."

"Are you sure you are all right Yuuri?" Viktor fussed.

Yuuri nodded his head as he pulled back a little, "I'm fine, honestly. It was just too many people around for a moment. And half of the questions I couldn't understand, and I was beginning to feel lost," he answered. Trying to tell Viktor what it was that set him off, though he only had a feeling of what it was that had done so.

"All right, if you are sure. We can go out and be with the others for a while before you have to skate," Viktor said, letting Yuuri go and standing up.

Yuuri nodded, smiling as he took the offered hand and was pulled to his feet. The three of them slowly made their way out of the room and towards the waiting area where most of the other skaters. Yuuri looked around, smiling at Phichit who waved at him from where he was standing with Celestino. He would be going third on the ice, but there was still time to ponder as he knew that it would be at least another twenty minutes before he would have to be there and onto the ice.

Yuuri looked around, looking for his water bottle. "Damn," he muttered to himself when he realised he had left it in the small room that they had been in.

"What is it?" Viktor asked him, puzzled at the sudden outburst.

"My water bottle. I let it behind, in the small room we were in," he sighed.

"I'll go..." Viktor began but with a shake of Yuuri head he stopped.

"No, no, I can get it myself. It should be fine for me to go and get it," Yuuri shook his head, smiling, "And on the way back I'll grab my skates as well since they are still in the changing rooms."

"If you are sure?" Viktor said finger on his lips, "I don't mind going with you."

"Vitya," came a call from the other side.

"Look, Yakov wants to talk to you, so I'll go and get my water bottle, and you can talk to him," Yuuri smiled as he began to head out of the small area.

"Where are you going Katsudon?" Yurio asked as he was waiting just outside the area.

"Just going to get my water bottle. I won't be long," Yuuri answered, "You all right?" he asked, he hadn't had much chance to talk to the young teen.

"Fine," he brushed him off as he went to walk past, "Don't take too long Katsudon," he told him.

"I won't," he said, "It's that small room, near the changing rooms. I'll be stopping by the changing room as well since I need to grab my skates."

Yurio nodded his head and the continued through. Yuuri watched him for a second and then jogged down the corridor towards the small room that Chris had pulled him into. Yuuri opened the door and walked in, smiling as he saw the water bottle on the floor by the chair that he had been in. He jumped as the door slammed shut behind him.

XxXxX

Yurio huffed glancing around and sneered as he saw JJ heading to the ice since he was the first. "Idiot," he snorted as he watched the other skate go out into the middle of the ice. "Where is the other idiot," he cursed as he noticed that Viktor was still talking to Yakov and Yuuri wasn't in sight.

"What are you thinking?" Otabek asked as he walked over to the young teen.

"Yuuri isn't here yet, and he should have been back by now," he answered, glancing around again, just in case he had missed seeing him.

Otabek looked around as well, noticing that the small Japanese man wasn't there. "Do you know where he went?" he asked.

Yurio nodded his head, "Yeah, he went to get his bottle and skates. So let's check the changing room first."

Otabek watched as Yurio started to head off on his own and went to catch him up, "I may as well go with you, he will be on in a moment," he said.

"Thank you," Yurio nodded as they went to the changing room.

They walked in and looked around. It was empty. Yurio went over to where Yuuri's things were and frowned when he saw the skate bag still there, skates still inside.

"Not here," Otabek said as he finished looking around the corner.

"His skates are still here. I'll go to the room he said," Yurio muttered, getting angry that Yuuri was taking his time just to get a stupid water bottle. There was something else worrying him as well. He knew that Yuuri sometimes suffered from his nerves and he remembered Sochi and the bathroom and wondered if that was what was going on with the other man.

"Let's check," Otabek suggested, "it shouldn't take us long, and if he's not there then we can go and get Viktor. He should be able to get hold of Yuuri," he said as he watched Yurio nod.

"I'm going to bring his skates with us," he said, zipping the bag and picking it up.

"Good idea," Otabek smiled slightly as the two of them left the changing room.

They walked along the corridor, glad that it was empty of people. He knew that people would be tempted to stop them and talk to them if there were. The stopped as they began to hear noises coming from a room further down. A pained cry came from there and they shared a concerned look. They gave each other a nod as they rushed as quickly as they could to the room. it was the one that Yuuri had told Yurio about, where he had left his water bottle. Another pained cry came from inside and words were yelled out as they reached the door and opened it.

Thank you for reading, and I do hope that you have enjoyed it so far!