Natasha entered the studio with a quick wave to her aunt, uncle, and cousin, who sat in the reception area.
“Natasha, look who’s here.” One of the other girls from her lesson called her over to the big picture window that allowed a view into the next studio room. There Madam Baranovskaya was instructing Yuri Plisetsky along with his coach Yakov Feltsman. The other girls were squealing and pretending to faint, the fangirl behavior was a reason that Natasha had never told them that she skated in the same circuit as Yuri.
He glanced at the window and his face lit up with recognition before his attention was brought back by the adults.
She looked up to see Yuri jerk his head to a side door and leave.
“Sorry, Auntie. Just a moment.” Natasha left her aunt while slipping on her jacket. “Yes?” She asked as the door clicked shut behind her and snowflakes settled in her hair.
“How’s your mom?”
Natasha smiled, she had expected him to be fully focused on his skate or to comment on his fans. Then her smiled faded. “She’s not better. The doctor’s say she’s holding on, but talk quietly with my aunt and uncle.”
“Has your dad come to see her?” He scuffed his foot on the ground.
“No, he video calls, but he can’t leave Australia for now.”
There was a muffled call of “Yuri” through the door.
“Better get back to training.” Natasha turned back to the door.
“What about you?” Yuri turned with her.
“Taking a short day to visit mom in the hospital.” She peeked through the door. “Coast is clear if you want to sneak in.”
Natasha was in the middle of her second spin when she heard it. It was a whisper, yet she heard it over the music and the crowd.
“I love you, baby doll.”
She lost focus, falling, she spun and kicked out, scrambling to get back on her blades. She clutched at her heart, it ached, something was wrong. She searched the audience, not hearing the announcer. She found her aunt, with her phone pressed to her ear and a hand over her mouth. Natasha pushed forward, straight for the exit. Medical personnel met her, she pushed through, looking for her aunt. Her uncle and cousin long back in Japan.
Other skaters clustered around her, talking, but she didn’t hear. Not until she ran smack into Christophe and he shook her by the shoulders until she responded.
“What are you doing, you’ve barely started your skate.”
“Something’s wrong, I need my aunt.” She tried to push away.
“My mom is gone, I’m sure.”
“Alright, sit down. Don’t ruin your skates. I can see your aunt making her way here.” Christophe looked out over the crowd. Natasha’s coach had over heard and was making his way to the judges.
“Natasha, Natasha.” Her aunt’s voice was soothing. “You sensed it, didn’t you?”
Natasha was wrapped up into a hug.
“The hospital just called. She passed quietly.”
“Mama.” Natasha moaned as she started to cry in her aunt’s embrace.
“Let’s get you home, Sweetie.”
( just an idea that’s been on my mind, a sort of crossover with Free! and Yuri on ice. Not sure if it’s any good, if you’d like more leave a note.)