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Retirement makes sense. After all, Johnny has his Worlds gold and everyone says he’s way past his prime. The thing that sucks, though, is that he’d just about decided before Worlds that he wanted one more season, one more set of programs and one more Cup of Russia, but then this-
“I’m not retiring,” Johnny says, “at least, that’s not what we need to talk about.”
His (her) hands are cold. He pulls his legs up on the chair. He can’t sit uncomfortably, on top of all this.
“I-there’s a news report. On the internet. From Japan.”
Tara, Paris, and Evan freaking Lysacek are one thing, but Johnny pauses and looks up and sees Galina’s puzzled frown and Viktor’s questioning look and it hits him all over again, like the first time.
But he’s in for a penny, in for a pound, and he can’t stop now.
“And, well,” Johnny says, and he’s looking at his knees. “It says some things about me.”
Viktor curses.
Johnny jerks his head up. Viktor looks pissed, and he starts speaking rapid-fire Russian--I told you he’d find it, and now it’s probably worse, should have just told him, and Galina is shaking her head in annoyance, and Johnny gapes.
“You…know?”
They turn patiently toward him, and Galina nods, reaching a hand out and patting his ankle where it’s perched on the chair.
“It was nothing,” Viktor says, waving a hand. “Another revnivaya mudak, just trying to put you off your practice, it was maybe not worth calling you, but I tell Galina we should anyway.” A jealous asshole.
“You keep track of what people say about me?”
Johnny feels faint. He knows for a fact that neither of them watches ESPN, so either Viktor’s got contacts in Japan who monitor the gossip circuit, or Galina’s suddenly learned how to use Google. Johnny’s not sure which is worse. In any other situation, Johnny would be laughing his ass off right now. Now, he’s focused on two things: one, they know, and two, they don’t know.
“Only sometime, Johnnik,” Galina says soothingly.
“Right,” Johnny says weakly.
“What about the report, anyway?” Viktor asks.
“Well, it.” Johnny starts, and he switches to Russian to finish, because maybe that will make the words less of a shock. “It’s true. What it says about me being a-girl. It’s true.”
There is a long moment of silence.
“I do not understand,” Galina says, in English. The color has drained from Viktor’s face.
“I don’t either,” Johnny says, and the next breath hitches in his chest and that’s it, that’s the dam right there and the last stone just cracked. It’s like 2007 Nationals, sitting next to Priscilla and knowing, knowing that the title is lost, everything is lost, and suddenly Johnny’s gasping for air.
“It’s not-I didn’t lie,” Johnny manages, burying his face in his knees and hugging his arms around them. Johnny’s not sure if they can hear, but it doesn’t really matter. “I didn’t lie, I wouldn’t’ve, I like girls, it's not like I was hiding, but then Lysacek walked in the locker room and saw something, I guess people-I guess nobody saw, and it’s tr-it’s true, because there’s the birth cert-certificate, and I didn’t do it on p-purpose, I didn’t remember, I didn’t, I didn’t, I swear.”
He’s crying into his jeans, but he doesn’t care.
When his voice breaks, there’s only quiet, and Johnny is frozen for a moment, even his sobs contained, because the only thing rushing through his mind, sinking into his entire body, is fear. When he looks up-what is Galina thinking? What will Viktor say?
Then there’s a warm hand on Johnny’s shoulder, and that can’t be bad, right? Johnny draws in a shaky breath and looks up, and it’s Galina, frowning and confused but also, most importantly, concerned. She’s reaching for him, pulling him up out of the chair and drawing him into a hug, and Johnny collapses against her fur coat in relief.
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