Figure Skating RPF Fic
Tessa arrives at the gym practically bursting with something she wants to tell him. She gets her chance when they’re doing stretches on the mat.
“Have you heard of fanfiction?” she says.
Scott frowns. He’s heard of fanfiction. Maybe. The internet is a weird place.
Meryl and Charlie are practicing lifts nearby and they stop when they hear Tessa mention fanfiction.
“Fanfiction?” Meryl says, coming over to the mat. “People writing stories about TV shows like the Vampire Diaries and Game of Thrones?”
“They write about more than just TV,” Tessa says. “Did you know they write stuff about figure skaters?”
Meryl looks delighted. “Really?”
“Which figure skaters?” Charlie asks.
“Me and Scott!” Tessa says.
“No!” Meryl says. They all laugh. Like it’s hilarious.
“In one story,” Tessa says. “We’re in love but we can’t be together until after the Olympics.”
She can barely contain herself. Charlie is grinning ear to ear.
“Oh!” Meryl says. “You’re tragic lovers - like Romeo and Juliet.” This time Tessa laughs out loud. They’re all laughing.
Scott really doesn’t think it’s that funny.
Tessa wipes away a tear. “I keep saying to him, ‘but Scott, I want us to be together now. I don’t care about the Olympics!’ and he says, ‘no Tessa! We must compete. We owe it to our fans!’”
“So responsible!” Meryl says.
“And manly,” Charlie says.
“Some people have too much time on their hands,” Scott says. “On that note, shouldn’t you be warming up, Tessa.”
“Listen to what he says, Tessa,” Meryl says sternly. “For your fans.”
They all burst out laughing again. Scott shakes his head and turns away to face the wall. He can stretch his hip flexors quite happily on his own.
“So how did it end?” he hears Meryl say.
“Oh we won the Olympics, got married and had twins: a boy and a girl.”
“I love a happy ending,” Meryl says.
“It gets better,” Tessa says. “We called them Meryl and Charlie.”
Charlie laughs so hard, he sounds like he’s choking.
Fortunately they’re interrupted by a couple who want to use the mat. Meryl and Charlie go back to their lifts and Scott heads for the weights before Tessa can tell him more about how hilarious it would be if they were together.
*
With their schedules, they don’t go out much, but Tessa suggests Korean barbecue and they’re probably not going to get another chance before the season starts up again. So they make a time later in the week and they go for dinner with Meryl and Charlie at a Korean place in Ann Arbor.
Turns out, what Tessa really had in mind was another chance to tell everyone about her online reading habits.
“There are stories about everyone!” Tessa says. They’re sitting opposite Meryl and Charlie. Boy, girl, boy, girl. Like actual couples, only Tessa’s scooted her chair into the corner like she’s worried a restaurant full of strangers might think she’s with him. “There was even a story where Scott and Charlie get together!”
Meryl actually squeaks with laughter. Charlie looks more surprised than amused.
Scott feels his ears going red. He had that one dream that one time and somehow it’s ended up on the internet? How do people know these things?
“Don’t tell me,” Meryl says. “They have twins and called them Meryl and Tessa. Oh! And one of us is a surrogate mom!”
“Actually, for some reason their union caused the zombie apocalypse,” Tessa says. She shrugs and pokes thoughtfully at her seafood pancake. “You and I end up as some kind of zombie hunters. It was pretty involved.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Charlie says.
“Yeah,” Scott says quickly, wondering if anyone noticed that his voice has suddenly gone up an octave. “What kind of world do these people live in.”
“For starters,” Charlie says. “I am way out of your league.”
Scott rolls his eyes. Always a competition with Charlie. “Please,” Scott says. “I’m from Canada. I’m practically a gay sex symbol.”
“In Canada,” Charlie says. “In America we have standards.”
“Yeah, I can’t understand how anyone could possibly think you’d be attracted to each other,” Meryl says. She nods at Tessa. “What other stories did you read?”
“Oh,” Tessa pauses, like she’s not sure what to say. “Well, there was one about me and Charlie…”
Charlie raises his eyebrows. “Really?”
Tessa has the audacity to go coy. “Oh, it was silly,” she says, looking down at her food. She’s practically blushing.
“It’s not silly,” Meryl says. “You’d be cute together.”
Charlie looks thoughtful. Tessa leans into her hand and turns her face away from them. Scott knows that look. She’s thought about it. Damn her. Even Tessa thinks about Charlie that way.
It’s the hair. It’s his stupid, blonde, wavy hair.
“So I guess no one has written about the real secret romance going on at Arctic Edge,” Meryl says.
“What’s that?” Tessa says, turning back toward them.
Meryl leans forward and winks at Tessa. “You and me.”
Tessa grins and leans in toward Meryl. “Tell me more,” she says suggestively.
Scott doesn’t know what to think. If they’re messing with him and Charlie then they’re very convincing. For his part, Charlie looks amused. Like he’s not sure where this is going but he’d like to find out.
Meryl twirls a strand of hair in her finger. “We have to wait,” she says. “Until after the Olympics. But after that…”
“Fireworks,” Tessa says.
They don’t break eye contact. Scott thinks the temperature in the restaurant has actually gone up. Meryl and Tessa look like they’re going to crawl across the table and make out here in the restaurant.
Scott picks up a menu and decides to peruse the wine list. It turns out, that when it comes to people at this table that Tessa would like to make out with, he’s her last choice. He’s way too sober for this.
Meryl and Tessa go back to eyeing each other over their fish pancakes. Charlie shrugs and checks the messages on his phone.
Scott contemplates fanfiction. He wonders if there’s a story out there about him and Ekaterina Bobrova. And if there’s not, well, there really should be.
They always said he was the creative type.
End.
Team Canton pairings abound!
(It seems like all the stories I've written lately are written solely to mock Scott Moir. Whatever happened to when I was inspired by actual chemistry? By the way, I don't hate Scott Moir, he's just fun to mock. That's his fault and he should suck it up).
“Have you heard of fanfiction?” she says.
Scott frowns. He’s heard of fanfiction. Maybe. The internet is a weird place.
Meryl and Charlie are practicing lifts nearby and they stop when they hear Tessa mention fanfiction.
“Fanfiction?” Meryl says, coming over to the mat. “People writing stories about TV shows like the Vampire Diaries and Game of Thrones?”
“They write about more than just TV,” Tessa says. “Did you know they write stuff about figure skaters?”
Meryl looks delighted. “Really?”
“Which figure skaters?” Charlie asks.
“Me and Scott!” Tessa says.
“No!” Meryl says. They all laugh. Like it’s hilarious.
“In one story,” Tessa says. “We’re in love but we can’t be together until after the Olympics.”
She can barely contain herself. Charlie is grinning ear to ear.
“Oh!” Meryl says. “You’re tragic lovers - like Romeo and Juliet.” This time Tessa laughs out loud. They’re all laughing.
Scott really doesn’t think it’s that funny.
Tessa wipes away a tear. “I keep saying to him, ‘but Scott, I want us to be together now. I don’t care about the Olympics!’ and he says, ‘no Tessa! We must compete. We owe it to our fans!’”
“So responsible!” Meryl says.
“And manly,” Charlie says.
“Some people have too much time on their hands,” Scott says. “On that note, shouldn’t you be warming up, Tessa.”
“Listen to what he says, Tessa,” Meryl says sternly. “For your fans.”
They all burst out laughing again. Scott shakes his head and turns away to face the wall. He can stretch his hip flexors quite happily on his own.
“So how did it end?” he hears Meryl say.
“Oh we won the Olympics, got married and had twins: a boy and a girl.”
“I love a happy ending,” Meryl says.
“It gets better,” Tessa says. “We called them Meryl and Charlie.”
Charlie laughs so hard, he sounds like he’s choking.
Fortunately they’re interrupted by a couple who want to use the mat. Meryl and Charlie go back to their lifts and Scott heads for the weights before Tessa can tell him more about how hilarious it would be if they were together.
*
With their schedules, they don’t go out much, but Tessa suggests Korean barbecue and they’re probably not going to get another chance before the season starts up again. So they make a time later in the week and they go for dinner with Meryl and Charlie at a Korean place in Ann Arbor.
Turns out, what Tessa really had in mind was another chance to tell everyone about her online reading habits.
“There are stories about everyone!” Tessa says. They’re sitting opposite Meryl and Charlie. Boy, girl, boy, girl. Like actual couples, only Tessa’s scooted her chair into the corner like she’s worried a restaurant full of strangers might think she’s with him. “There was even a story where Scott and Charlie get together!”
Meryl actually squeaks with laughter. Charlie looks more surprised than amused.
Scott feels his ears going red. He had that one dream that one time and somehow it’s ended up on the internet? How do people know these things?
“Don’t tell me,” Meryl says. “They have twins and called them Meryl and Tessa. Oh! And one of us is a surrogate mom!”
“Actually, for some reason their union caused the zombie apocalypse,” Tessa says. She shrugs and pokes thoughtfully at her seafood pancake. “You and I end up as some kind of zombie hunters. It was pretty involved.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Charlie says.
“Yeah,” Scott says quickly, wondering if anyone noticed that his voice has suddenly gone up an octave. “What kind of world do these people live in.”
“For starters,” Charlie says. “I am way out of your league.”
Scott rolls his eyes. Always a competition with Charlie. “Please,” Scott says. “I’m from Canada. I’m practically a gay sex symbol.”
“In Canada,” Charlie says. “In America we have standards.”
“Yeah, I can’t understand how anyone could possibly think you’d be attracted to each other,” Meryl says. She nods at Tessa. “What other stories did you read?”
“Oh,” Tessa pauses, like she’s not sure what to say. “Well, there was one about me and Charlie…”
Charlie raises his eyebrows. “Really?”
Tessa has the audacity to go coy. “Oh, it was silly,” she says, looking down at her food. She’s practically blushing.
“It’s not silly,” Meryl says. “You’d be cute together.”
Charlie looks thoughtful. Tessa leans into her hand and turns her face away from them. Scott knows that look. She’s thought about it. Damn her. Even Tessa thinks about Charlie that way.
It’s the hair. It’s his stupid, blonde, wavy hair.
“So I guess no one has written about the real secret romance going on at Arctic Edge,” Meryl says.
“What’s that?” Tessa says, turning back toward them.
Meryl leans forward and winks at Tessa. “You and me.”
Tessa grins and leans in toward Meryl. “Tell me more,” she says suggestively.
Scott doesn’t know what to think. If they’re messing with him and Charlie then they’re very convincing. For his part, Charlie looks amused. Like he’s not sure where this is going but he’d like to find out.
Meryl twirls a strand of hair in her finger. “We have to wait,” she says. “Until after the Olympics. But after that…”
“Fireworks,” Tessa says.
They don’t break eye contact. Scott thinks the temperature in the restaurant has actually gone up. Meryl and Tessa look like they’re going to crawl across the table and make out here in the restaurant.
Scott picks up a menu and decides to peruse the wine list. It turns out, that when it comes to people at this table that Tessa would like to make out with, he’s her last choice. He’s way too sober for this.
Meryl and Tessa go back to eyeing each other over their fish pancakes. Charlie shrugs and checks the messages on his phone.
Scott contemplates fanfiction. He wonders if there’s a story out there about him and Ekaterina Bobrova. And if there’s not, well, there really should be.
They always said he was the creative type.
End.
Team Canton pairings abound!
(It seems like all the stories I've written lately are written solely to mock Scott Moir. Whatever happened to when I was inspired by actual chemistry? By the way, I don't hate Scott Moir, he's just fun to mock. That's his fault and he should suck it up).