When Yuuri looked down at the phone he’d rescued from the bedside table—the model practically prehistoric and enclosed in a scratched poodle covered case he hadn’t seen since the expletive-filled aftermath of Yuri Plisetsky phone-throwing incident #6—and added the bright “...2015” blaring at him from the screen to the cramped lonely single bed he woke up in and the mosaic of Victor—oh god, Victor—posters on the dirty walls, he barrelled headfirst straight through confusion, careened through every possible stage of panic like a champion sprinter in the anxiety Olympics, and landed in that uncanny state of calm that can only prelude a record shattering skate or life shattering recklessness.
Considering that his life had apparently already been shattered—because somehow it was 2015 again and he’s in his old apartment in Detroit and Victor isn’t here why isn’t he here oh my god what if he doesn’t remember me—he was hoping for the former.
Yuuri wakes up five years in the past, before the Grand Prix series that led him to Sochi--and to Victor.
Fortunately, he's not the only one.
Hold on to your plushies, skate fans, because this season's about to get interesting.
Yuuri meets Viktor two hundred years after the end of the world, under the last dying embers of another nuclear sunset and the blood-warmed dirt of his own grave.
It’s…not the worst first impression he’s ever made.
Yes, it's the Fallout: New Vegas AU that nobody asked for but I delivered anyway. Remember, you can always count on the Mojave Express.