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2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Part 2
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1. We are all here to have a little fun. Am I right?
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Well, giving up may be an exaggeration, but he was definitely re-evaluating what he wanted out of life. The thought of four more years of never being good enough left him with what felt like a lead weight in the center of his chest. He was old, he was tired. He didn't have the same drive that Lysacek had.
That fucking mongoose.
So, Johnny fought an internal war with himself everyday. Some mornings he woke up itching to train; Some mornings he woke up wanting to eat ice cream and watch tv. Galina poked and poke for a firm answer, he just didn't know what to tell her. He didn't know how to tell her that if he did skate that season, he was thinking about changing coaches.
He didn't know how to tell her that he'd been approached by Frank Carroll.
The same Frank that coached Evan and Mirai, and had coached Sasha and Michelle. Johnny had laughed into the phone outright at the suggestion, more than a little offended at the things he had said. That he needed a more respectable, American coach. Someone who wasn't afraid to turn the ISU's tricks back around when they fucked with him. Anyone who knew Johnny, knew he didn't play those games. Of course, Galina didn't, either.
He didn't want to play the games, he wanted to win on his terms. It just wasn't working.
It would mean giving up everything he stood for, everything he fought against. He ran the risk of turning into one of Frank's robots, parroting padded responses to the press. It would mean having to train with Evan Lysacek, and the thought of having to stare at Evan's hulking, sweaty, giant body everyday made him rather nauseated. Not to mention the fact that they were both huge divas.
There were a lot of other things to consider as well. He'd have to move to Los Angeles, for one. He'd have to be apart from his family. Then there was Tara; Johnny didn't want to leave her behind, but he wasn't sure she'd go with him. He'd also have to break off his coaching relationship with Galina, something that seemed so impossible that it veered into not worth thinking about. She'd given him so much, even when he was a huge shit to her.
Ultimately, he'd told Frank he would think about it.
He needed to talk to his Mother.
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She was rambling on about something or other when Johnny said it. “Frank Carroll wants to coach me.”
“I'm sorry, what?”
Johnny took a deep breath, reaching for her hand. “He contacted me through Tara after Worlds, telling her he wanted to discuss Mirai. He didn't, he made an offer to me,” He was honestly surprised Tara had bought into the lie, but perhaps the idea that Frank could want anything else was too absurd to consider. “I don't know what to do.” He put his head on her shoulder.
She was quiet for some time, then squeezed his hand. “You know I've always stood by your decisions.”
“But...?”
“This will be very different for you, won't it? Moving across the country from me, training with Lysacek. Not to mention going back on--”
He stood, then, pacing. ”I know, it's this huge deal. Stupid mongoose, and his stupid coach. I don't want to turn into an orange robot like Evan. I don't.. I... but he still believes in me, that I have something.” It was disgusting how much he craved that. The idea that he could earn the respect of people who had cast him aside as history...
“Then you can't give up yet, can you? Not when there's a chance.”
Johnny smiled, she knew him better than anyone. “I may come crying back to you after a month...”
“Johnny, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for. I'll help you any way I can, if this is what you want to do.”
He pulled her in for a hug, she was a saint to put up with him. Now, well, he had to decide.
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