Who Silenced Elly Patterson?
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The Murder Mystery Arc
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Chapter 1
  • "Valley Voice Exclusive: Elly Patterson Found Dead"
  • Claire Speaks to Brad Luggsworth
  • John Speaks to Brad Luggsworth
  • Georgia Speaks to Brad Luggsworth
  • Elizabeth Speaks to Brad Luggsworth
  • April's Interview with Brad Luggsworth, Attempt #1
  • Fiona Brass Speaks to Brad Luggsworth
  • Anthony's Interview with Brad Luggsworth
  • Phil Speaks to Brad Luggsworth
  • Gavin Caine Speaks to Brad Luggsworth
  • April's Interview with Brad Luggsworth, Attempt #2
  • John Talks to Elizabeth
  • Clairce's Conversation with Brad Luggsworth
  • Mira Speaks to Brad Luggsworth
  • Anthony Speaks to Frank Day
  • Brad Unwinds at the End of a Long, Long Weekend
  • Paul Wright Speaks to Brad Luggsworth


Interlude-Abbey's Letter

Chapter 2
  • What Brad Did Next
  • Mike is Hospitalized
  • Brad Luggsworth Talks to Joe
  • Liz and Mira: an Explanation of Sorts
  • Brad Finds More Evidence
  • Brad's Second Interview with Gavin Caine
  • Immediately After the Caine Interview
  • Anthony Talks to Francoise and Jamie
  • Liz and Anthony: the Aftereffects of Howard
  • Morning at the Caine House


Chapter 3
  • Clarice's Hastily Typed Letter
  • Brad Talks to John Part 2


Chapter 4
  • The Funeral of Elly Patterson
  • April Prepares for the Funeral
  • John Prepares
  • Brad's Interview with Connie: A Look Back
  • Clarice, Anthony, Francoise, and James Allen
  • Anne Nichols
  • Therese
  • Meredith Feels Like Dancing
  • Rhetta Blum and Gavin Caine
  • Elizabeth, Mike, and Deanna
  • Kortney Returns
  • Connie Poirier
  • The Memorial Service Itself
  • In One of the Limousines
  • Elizabeth and Clarice


Chapter 5
  • Meanwhile, Across Town from the Funeral (Already In Progress)


Chapter 6
  • The Graveside Service and the Reception
  • Kortney and John
  • After the Service: Liz, Clarice, and Reverend Smith
  • Mira Reflects on the Passing of Elly


Chapter 7
  • And Then There Were Two
  • Liz, Anthony, and Claire: the Cleanup
  • Kortney Krelbutz's Take After Wake
  • April, Apres
  • Mira and the Savages
  • Phil, Weed, and Georgia
  • Meredith


Chapter 8
  • And Then There Was One
  • Liz, Ted, and Phil: the Freaked Chorus
  • Interlude at the Enjo House
  • Three Dentists
  • April and Dr. Callahan


Chapter 9
  • "Valley Voice Exclusive: Arrest Made in Suspicious Death"
  • The Confession
  • Liz and Phil: the Reaction
  • John's Reaction
  • Mike and Dee File for Divorce
  • The Ted and Phil Show
  • Mira: June 2010


Endgame and Epilogues
  • Death Comes for Elly
  • The Caine Supremacy
  • John's Letter, April 2016
  • Connie's Letter, September 2016
  • Claire's Letter, October 2010
  • Elizabeth, August 2018
  • April's Letter, July 2019
  • Kortney and Connie, July 2019
  • Mira, April 2020
  • May 1, 2025
  • Eva's Letter, April 2021

The New Retcons
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January 2008 Letters

April
Meredith
Mike
Candace

February 2008 Letters

Candace
Meredith
The Pets

March 2008 Letters

April
The Pets
Mira
Carleen and Julia
Meredith
Liz
Elly

April 2008 Letters

April
Liz
Mira
The Pets
Meredith
John
Elly

May 2008 Letters

John
Elly
The Pets
Liz
April
Mike
Dee

June 2008 Letters

Mira
Liz
The Pets
John
Elly
April

July 2008 Letters

The Pets
April
Liz

August 2008 Letters

April
Liz, via Dawn
Meredith

September 2008 Letters

John
The Pets
April
Elly

October 2008 Letters

April
The Pets
John
Mira
Elly

November 2008 Letters

The Pets
April
John
Mira
Mike
Wilf
Dee
Liz
Elly, via Wilf
Tracey
Gordon

December 2008 Letters

Liz
The Pets
Mike and Dee
Mira
April
John
Meredith
Elly
Tracey

January 2009 Letters

Liz
Mike and Dee
April
The Pets
John and Elly, via Phil
Mira

February 2009 Letters

Mike and Dee
The Pets
Liz
April
Mira

March 2009 Letters

The Pets
Liz
April
Dee
Mira

April 2009 Letters

The Pets
Mira
April
Liz
Tracey

May 2009 Letters

The Pets
Liz
April
Mike and Dee
Mira
Iris
Phil
Tracey

June 2009 Letters

Tracey
Mira
The Pets
April
Phil
Claire
Mike
Iris

July 2009 Letters

The Pets
Dee
Liz
April
Claire
Mira
Mike
Anthony
Iris, via Montez

August 2009 Letters

Anthony
April
Phil
The Pets
Claire
Liz
John
Mike
Mira
Dee

September 2009 Letters

April
Liz
The Pets
Will and Carrie
Anthony
Mike and Dee
Mira
Intermission-Elly's biography
Claire
Tracey
Gordon
Intermission-John's biography

October 2009 Letters

The Pets
Liz
April
Phil
Anthony
Mira
Mike
Therese
Claire
Tracey
Gordon

November 2009 Letters

Mira
The Pets
John
April
Anthony
Liz
Claire
Therese
Tracey
Gordon
Clarice
Annie
Connie

December 2009 Letters

Mira
The Pets
John
April
Anthony
Liz
Phil
Therese
Tracey
Claire
Gordon
Ted
Dee
Stan

January 2010 Letters

Liz
John
April
Phil
Mira
Phyllis (A Letter From England)
The Pets

February 2010 Letters

The Pets
Liz
John
Mira
Claire
Phil
April
Dee
Mike
Anthony

March/Early April 2010 Letters

Mira
April
John
Therese
The Pets
Phil
Claire
Elly's Abortive Travelogue, Day One
Elly's Abortive Travelogue, Day Two
Gordon
Tracey
Claire's Dilemma
Late March note from April
Late March note from Liz
Anthony
Wilf (for the Sobinskis)
Dee
Iris
John's late March letter
Elly
Georgia and Phil
Clairce
Iris again

The Murder Mystery Arc

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The Unauthorized Liography of Michael Patterson

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

The Liography of Elizabeth Patterson

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

The Liography of April Patterson

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

The Unauthorized Liography of Elly Patterson

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

The Unauthorized Liography of John Patterson

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

The Unauthorized Liographies of John and Elly Patterson, Epilogue

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Table of Contents:

Robert/Adrian/Jaime/Tommi/Vitaly arc
Birthday Present
Comforting
Crestfallen
Pillow Talk
Driving for Two
Exposed
Celebrations and Concern
Family
An Ordinary Day
Afterwards
Rainy Day
Must Be Suzuka
And Jaime Makes Three
Planning
And Now For Something Completely Different
Make It Double
Enter the Bergers
Index Case
Championship: Lewis Hamilton
Championship: Mark Webber
Championship: Fernando Alonso
Championship: Sebastian Vettel
You're My Only Hope
Casualty
The Little One
Midnight Cravings
The Wedding
Reunion
Lullaby
Eloping
Worst. Timing. Ever.
Foreshadowing
Temper
Lunchtime
Planning Ahead
Trophy



Gerhard arc
Legacy
Guardian
Legacy Revealed



Alternate timeline Gerhard arc
Legacy Remixed
King of Hockenheim
Feliz 50 Anos



Semi-alternate timeline-kinda-thing by dazzlerfemme added here cause I'm lazy.
Babies and Daddies
Hello Daddies
Preparations
Baby Shower
The Things That Could Have Been


Semi-alternate timeline-kinda-thing by aeris444 added here cause I'm lazy.
Babies Madness
Babies All Around

Lullaby in Three Parts: Reunion
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Lullaby in Three Parts: Reunion
Pairing: Alexei/Evgeni, Mika/Michael

11 December 2008, Finland

Every year for a couple weeks in the beginning of December, Mika and Michael would go away for two weeks to a cabin Mika had hidden away in Finland, just the two of them, before parting and going back to their families for Christmas (well, for Mika to be with his children, after his divorce).

It was always a great opportunity to unwind, to let down their guards (Mika had specifically chosen the location for its isolation), and to be lazy and just enjoy each other.

Mika had gotten up before Michael, as he always did, and was standing outside, enjoying the weather and the light snow that was falling down. Or at least he was, before Michael decided to pelt him on the head with a snowball.

“Why you little…!” Mika hollered, giving chase to a laughing Michael around the cabin, each trying to pelt the other with snow, until Mika finally tricked him and tackled him to the ground. They spent minutes laughing, Mika on top of Michael, before Mika bent down to kiss him good morning, when they heard a familiar noise.

Both of them looked up to see the TARDIS at the edge of the woods. They got up, dusted the snow off themselves, and walked over toward the TARDIS.

The Doctor bounced out. “Helloooooooooo?”

“Doctor!” Michael said, grinning. “Why aren’t you in warm clothes?”

“I’m wearing a scarf!”

“Ignore him, he’s just glad to see you. It’s been years, Doctor, how have you been?” Mika said, matching Michael’s smile.

“Oh, well, well, the usual, traveling through space and time, you know.”

“Coerced anyone else to travel with you?”

“I seem to recall a certain then-Benetton driver saying ‘all right’ when I asked if you wanted to come along. Speaking of, did I not tell you that you two would enjoy your future?”

“Yes, you did, and now you’re going to be smug that you’re right, aren’t you?”

“No! What do you take me for?” Then the three of them laughed.

“What are you doing here, anyway, Doctor?” Mika asked.

“Well, I am actually traveling with a couple of people. One of them wanted to come here.”

“Oh that’s nice, we could compare notes on travels with you. Where are they?”

“They’re probably getting warm clothes. Probably heard you complaining about mine, Michael.”

“You mean your lack thereof.”

I’m wearing a scarf!

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While the Doctor was partially right, Alexei and Evgeni were also watching on the monitor outside as the Doctor talked to the two strangers he had said were Alexei’s parents.

“I recognize him,” Alexei said, fingers running over the image of the darker haired one. “I saw him on tv once. He was a Ferrari driver.”

This didn’t mean anything to Evgeni. Nor, really, to Alexei.

“They seem nice,” Evgeni said, as he put on a hat.

“Zhenya? I’m scared. What if they don’t want to see me?”

“I doubt that the Doctor would bring you here if he didn’t think they would want to see you.” Alexei still looked hesitant. “Do you want me to go first?” Alexei nodded. “All right, I’ll go first.”

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“Ah, here’s one of them now! Evgeni, come, join us.”

“I wish you’d call me Zhenya like everyone else.”

“Oh, hush, I prefer Evgeni. Mika, Michael, this is Evgeni Plushenko. Evgeni, Mika Hakkinen, and Michael Schumacher.”

Evgeni was surprised to see mild recognition in Mika’s eyes. “I remember you. I saw you a while back on the Olympics.”

“A while back?”

“Remember, it’s only 2008 for them, Vancouver hasn’t happened yet.”

“Oh, yes,” Evgeni said, ducking his head in embarrassment, “my mistake.”

“Come on,” Mika said, taking Evgeni’s arm, “I’m sure we have so many stories to…”

“Mika!”

Mika and Evgeni turned to see Michael staring in shock at the TARDIS. Mika turned in that direction and gasped, dropping Evgeni’s arm.

As Evgeni looked back and forth between Mika, Michael, and Alexei, he noticed the little things, parts of each parent that yes, made up the face of the man he loved.

The three of them stared at each other, almost afraid to speak for breaking the spell. Finally Michael said almost reverently, “Alexei…”

“Fathers?”

So quick Evgeni nearly missed it, the two older men wrapped their arms around Alexei. Alexei looked stunned at first, but then wrapped an arm around each of his fathers.

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“We always loved you, you know,” Mika said as he handed Alexei a mug of coffee. “That was why we gave you to your mother. We wanted you to have a normal life, and neither of us could provide that back then.”

“We were both only rookies in F1 at the time, and only 22, 23,” Michael chimed in as he handed Evgeni coffee and the Doctor tea.

“I…didn’t take it well when I found out I was pregnant.”

“I can’t say I blame you,” Alexei said softly. “We were all taught that women were the only ones capable of childbirth. I can’t even imagine how you felt.”

Mika smiled. “Neither of us were capable of raising you well as a single parent, and…well, society back then would have frowned on us raising you together.”

“And we knew there would be questions about just where you came from. Questions we wouldn’t be able to answer without being called liars or insane.”

“Even if they believed us, we were afraid they would take you away and prod you, experiment on you, since we haven’t-still haven’t-come so far that men can bear children yet. We decided to find a country and time period to leave you in, one that wasn’t Finland or Germany, and one where on the off chance you were linked to us through DNA, they’d presume that we shared an ancestor since we would be too young to father children. 1980 was perfect, a twelve year difference.” Mika shuddered. “You were born on the TARDIS. The Doctor made sure I felt no pain as he cut into me to bring you out.”

“It was nothing, Mika.” Taking his tea, the Doctor went outside, leaving the four of them inside.

“I…” Michael swallowed. “I was the one to take you away from the TARDIS. I had planned on taking you to an orphanage, but then I came across your mother. I told a little white lie, saying that my wife died, and I was dying, and begged her to take you in.”

Alexei shut his eyes, picturing that, his mother taking him in her arms, agreeing to raise little Alexei.

“She…she did great. I couldn’t ask for a better mother.”

Michael smiled. “Then I made a good choice.”

“There’s something I’m not getting,” Evgeni said from his little corner. “How did you know it was him? I mean, when you first met…I mean…”

“Time travel is a bitch, ain’t it?”

Evgeni laughed. “Yes.”

“We happened to see the 2002 Olympics,” Mika said. “I heard the name, and then when I looked at you I recognized you immediately.” He smiled again. “I was so proud of you for winning.”

“So was I,” Michael whispered.

Alexei looked down at his cup of coffee for a long time.

“Lyosha?” Evgeni murmured, getting up and wrapping his arms around Alexei. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Alexei said, clasping one hand around Evgeni’s arm. “I’m just so overwhelmed. But in a good way.” He looked up. “Wouldn’t you be?”

“Yes. It’s okay.” Evgeni kissed Alexei. “You have a good reason.”

Mika and Michael exchanged glances. “Evgeni, was it? Could I see you outside?” He looked confused, but followed Michael outside.

Mika and Alexei watched them leave. Mika smiled and touched Alexei’s face. “I never thought I’d see you again. I thought that you’d never know the truth. How did you?”

“My mother told me I was adopted, and the Doctor accidentally mentioned he knew you both.”

“I see.” Mika looked on Alexei with warm eyes. “I never stopped loving you.”

“I…well, I just met you, you and Michael, but I’m glad I did. Do you think I could talk to you sometime? Email or something?”

“We can try. The Doctor said that you two are from 2010, yes?”

“Yeah.”

“So I can expect an email from you then. I can’t wait.”

“Oh!” Alexei pulled out his wallet. “I think I should show you this,” he pulled out a picture of him holding his daughter. “Since you’re my parents, technically this makes her your granddaughter.”

“She’s beautiful, Alexei. But you keep the picture. Like I’ve said, too many questions would rise if I kept it.” He reached over for pad and paper to write down his email address.

The Doctor came in with his now empty cup, depositing it in the sink with an amused look on his face.

“What?”

Michael then came in with a determined look on his face. He was followed by Evgeni, who looked shell shocked.

“Zhenya?”

“He is a very scary man,” Evgeni said, pointing to Michael.

Mika tried to hold his laughter back. “Is this a preview for when Gina-Maria is old enough to date?”

“I have no comment on the matter.”

“We should go,” the Doctor said. “I’ve been trying to get these two home for weeks.”

“Michael, write down your email address so Alexei can contact us.” While Michael did that, Mika pulled Alexei in close and hugged him. “I love you, Alexei. Never forget that.”

“I won’t…” he hesitated for only a second, “Father.”

Mika beamed as Michael came forward. “You take care, okay? And don’t drink anything blue from another planet.”

“All right…what should I call you, so I don’t confuse the two? Papa?”

“That is fine. I love you, Alexei.” Michael turned a glare on Evgeni. “And you, remember what I said.”

Evgeni nodded quickly.

As they boarded the TARDIS to leave, Alexei asked Evgeni, “what did he say?”

“To never break your heart or he’ll find and kill me.”

Alexei grinned as the TARDIS took off.

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19 February 2010, Monte Carlo, Monaco

Mika yawned as his computer booted up. His first order of business was checking the F1 news of the day: Michael had by now come out of retirement, and of course Mika had a vested interest in his return. Then he checked his email.

He noticed an address that was unfamiliar to him. The address ended in .ru.

Mika’s heart raced. Has it finally happened?

He clicked on it, and was greeted by a picture of Alexei and Evgeni waving at Vancouver.

Below it was a letter that began Dear Father and Papa…

Lullaby in Three Parts: Child
noblephoenix
Lullaby in Three Parts:Child
Pairing: Alexei/Evgeni

31 October 2003, St. Petersburg, Russia

“I don’t understand,” a tearful Alexei said as his fingers traced the now worn down headstone that read Alexei Yagudin, 18 March 1980-19 March 1980. “Are you saying I’m not your son?”

His mother looked at him sadly. “Biologically? No.”

“But…but…”

“Lyosha,” she said, kneeling down next to him. “It doesn’t change the fact that I did raise you as my own son. It doesn’t change that I am so proud of you. It doesn’t change the fact that I love you.”

Alexei swallowed, trying to take all this in. “Why didn’t you tell me before now?”

“I had planned on telling you when you turned eighteen, but then you went into competition, and I didn’t want to distract you from your goals, especially since you had the Olympics in mind.”

Alexei’s hand grazed over the name again. “Who are my real parents, then?”

“I don’t know. When I found you, your father was begging me to take you in. He said that your mother was already dead and that he was dying himself. As far as I know, they’re both dead.” She hugged Alexei. “I’m sure, wherever they are, they’re as proud of you as I am.”

Alexei was silent for a long time, letting that sink in, before finally asking, “why are you telling me now?”

“You deserved to know the truth, or as much truth as I know.”

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Evgeni Plushenko was surprised when he opened the door to his apartment to find Alexei Yagudin there.

“Yagudin,” he said bitterly, still angry over losing the gold medal to him. His eyes widened as Alexei lifted his head up to reveal tear tracks on his face.

“I didn’t know who else to turn to, Zhenya.”

With a worried look on his face, Evgeni ushered his rival into the apartment he was currently living in. “What’s wrong?”

Alexei sank down into a chair, head in his hands. “I just found out I’m adopted.”

Whatever Evgeni had been expecting, it wasn’t that. “What?”

“The real Alexei, he died when he was a day old, and then my mother found me, my birth father begged her to take me in, saying my mother was dead and he was dying, and I’ve been raised as her son since, but I just found out I’m not, and…”

“Lyosha!” Evgeni said, taking hold of Alexei’s shoulders. “Shh, I get it. I…come here.” He wrapped his arms around Alexei.

“I’m sorry to dump all this on you, but I didn’t know who else to go to.”

“It’s fine.” While he was not on the best of terms with Alexei right now, Evgeni did remember that they were friends once upon a time, and couldn’t help feeling compassion when the older skater was clearly distressed.

“I feel like my entire life was a lie.”

“Don’t say that. Your birth father, he did the best thing he could for you, giving you to your mother so you could have a life.”

“I don’t even know who I am!”

“I do. You’re Alexei Yagudin, figure skater, Olympic champion, and friend. I know it doesn’t really matter to me that you weren’t who you thought you were. I…” Evgeni looked away. “I still want to try to become friends again, now that you’re retired.”

Alexei sniffed as he looked at Evgeni. “I’m going through an identity crisis, Zhenya, I’m not the best person to befriend right now.”

“I still want to try.”

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2 April 2004, St. Petersburg, Russia

Alexei stared at the blinking cursor. He had been busy working on his autobiography, and had gotten to the part where he had announced his retirement. He was unsure whether to keep in the part after that.

Namely, whether he should tell the readers that he found out he was adopted.

He had always prided himself on being truthful, but if he revealed that big tidbit in his book, that would raise plenty of questions: namely, why he had posed as Alexei Yagudin, who had died in 1980, for twenty-four years. And this could affect his mother as well.

Alexei hit the backspace button, erasing everything he had typed about those moments. While he had come to terms with not being his mother’s biological son, that was between her, him, and Evgeni, who had helped Alexei through his identity crisis like he said he would.

Alexei smiled as he thought about the young Russian-currently in training, with the 2006 Olympics as his target. With him retired and no other country posing a threat as of yet, Evgeni was hell-bent on taking home the gold. He wished him luck.

Alexei made a note in the margin. There was something else he would need to leave out of his book.

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16 June 2005, St. Petersburg, Russia

“So I heard your book came out in Japan.”

Alexei looked up, smirking at Evgeni. “Yes.”

“Why not Russia first?”

“I suspect insanity on my publisher’s part.”

“I got one of the Japanese skaters to translate it for me.”

“Oh?” Alexei asked, raising an eyebrow. “What did you think?”

“I liked it. I just noticed something.” Evgeni set down his cup of coffee. “You didn’t say anything about…you know. The Great Identity Crisis of 2003.”

Alexei rolled his eyes. “You and your grand nicknames. No, I didn’t. I decided it wouldn’t be worth the controversy. You and my mother are the only ones to know. Let’s keep it that way.”

Evgeni smiled. “I suppose it would be for the best.”

“It’s not like it’s the only thing I cut out of the book.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” Alexei got up and took one of Evgeni’s hands in his. “I left out the part where I confessed my love to you.”

Evgeni looked confused. “But that never happened.”

“That’s because it’s happening right now.”

“I don’t…oh,” Evgeni said in awe. “I…” Words failing him, he pulled Alexei closer and kissed him.

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16 February 2006, Torino, Italy

“I DID IT!” Evgeni hollered as he almost knocked Alexei over in his exuberance.

Alexei laughed. “Yes, you did. So how does it feel to be an Olympic champion?”

“Wonderful! I could celebrate all night!” Evgeni began rifling through the hotel closet looking for just the right outfit to wear. “You will come with me, yes?”

“Of course, Zhenya. And later, we can have our own private celebration of our own.”

Evgeni couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “I’m going to shower before we go.” And he went into the bathroom.

Alexei couldn’t help smiling. He remembered when he had won his own gold, and how bouncy he was afterward. Things had been different between them, then, but now, Alexei put good money down on really enthusiastic sex being on the horizon.

With time to kill, Alexei turned on the tv, setting as his challenge ‘find a sports story that isn’t about the Olympics’. Eventually, he found one. An entire segment on motorsport.

They spent time discussing some of them, before finally ending on Ferrari, their home F1 team. Alexei tuned in and out of the television, but looked up at just the right moment to see Ferrari’s two drivers, Felipe Massa and Michael Schumacher, on the screen.

Alexei sat up. When he looked upon Schumacher, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of familiarity. He’s heard of the man, what European hasn’t, but this was the first time he ever saw him.

And suddenly he wanted to reach out for him.

Alexei didn’t know why.

The tv moved on to national news, but Alexei kept staring at the tv until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Lyosha?” Evgeni looked down on him. “What’s wrong?”

Alexei shook his head. “Nothing, I just…suddenly experienced déjà vu for someone I never met before.”

“Odd. Are you ready to go?”

Alexei turned off the tv. “Yeah.”

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18 February 2010, Vancouver, Canada

“THIS IS BULLSHIT!”

“Zhenya, please, not so loud!” Alexei pleaded as he walked quickly to catch up to a fuming Evgeni, positive he’s been cheated out of a second gold medal by biased judges.

“I don’t care! They are insane to give Lysacek the gold!”

“May I remind you that you’re not the only one to get shafted? Think of Weir.”

“I feel sorry for him too! They picked Lysacek over him cause Lysacek’s ‘safe’. FUCK SAFE!”

“Zhenya…”

“He didn’t even attempt a quad, and they still give it to him! I ought to…”

He was interrupted by a flash of bright light and a muted explosion.

Both skaters looked at each other in confusion. “What the hell was that?”

A man in a suit and bow tie ran in their direction. “Run!” he yelled.

Not seeing a better choice, they did so, following him into a strange blue box.

“Whoa!”

“What the…”

“Yes, yes, bigger on the inside, now I need your help! You! Get on the other side and pull the blue knob!”

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an hour later, the TARDIS

Well, that had been different. Evgeni and Alexei had inadvertently helped save the universe.

Go figure.

As they caught their breaths, they looked around at the strange bigger-on-the-inside box they had followed the strange man in.

Speaking of, where was that strange man?

“Er, yes, sorry, I seem to have accidentally taken you away from your planet and your time.”

“Planet?”

“Time?”

“I promise I will get you home as soon as possible, just that the TARDIS can be a bit tricky. I’m the Doctor, by the way. And you…” it was then that the man that called himself the Doctor looked up and visibly reeled upon seeing Alexei.

Alexei looked confused. “Is there something on my face?”

“No, no.” But the Doctor still looked troubled. “You two are?”

“Evgeni Plushenko.”

“Alexei Yagudin.”

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It was taking a lot longer than they had thought to get home. Still, there were some advantages. Like seeing civilizations that not many humans in their lifetime would get to see. Evgeni calmed down from his snit over the quad and Lysacek. Alexei had some ideas for programs.

“Hey, why don’t we go here?” Alexei said, pointing to a planet. “Seems they’re having a festival that’s celebrating life.”

The Doctor stiffened. “No. No.”

“Why? Hostile toward humans?”

“It’s not that, it’s just the last time I went there it…didn’t go so well.”

“Lyosha and I will be careful, Doctor.”

“You two better. I dealt with this already with Alexei’s parents, I don’t need…” And then what the Doctor said caught up to him as Alexei and Evgeni looked at him.

“You knew my parents? My real ones?” Alexei said. The Doctor looked away. “Answer me. Please.”

“Technically…” he began, “you were born on this very TARDIS.”

Alexei was too stunned to speak. Evgeni did it for him. “He was?”

The Doctor nodded.

Alexei looked down at his hands, unsure if he should ask on or not. “Then why I was left in Soviet Russia?” he finally asked.

“It wasn’t that they didn’t love you, they just…there’s a reason I didn’t want to take you to Keathote Seven during their life festival. A long time ago, I traveled with two men. I took them there once. One of them drank an aphrodisiac that guarantees the conception of a child,” he swallowed, “even if the imbiber’s male. That’s how you came to be, Alexei.”

“You’re saying I had two fathers instead of a father and mother?”

“Yes.”

Quietly Alexei left the control room to go to his own sleeping quarters. The Doctor and Evgeni watched his retreating back, then looked at each other.

“I shouldn’t have said this. I thought he didn’t even know…why did I open my mouth?” the Doctor said, leaning on the console.

“He knew,” Evgeni said quietly. “Our friendship rekindled after he came to me during an identity crisis when he found out he was adopted. I should talk to him.”

He had found Alexei on their bed, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. Evgeni sat down next to him.

“Lyosha?”

“Am I a freak, Zhenya?”

“No.”

“Yes, I am. You heard what he said. The unwanted child of two men.”

“He never said unwanted. And it doesn’t matter.” Evgeni lied on top of Alexei and looked down on him. “It wouldn’t matter if you had two fathers, or no fathers, if you had been an alien, a robot, or a…a tentacle monster.” Alexei couldn’t help the chuckle that came out of his mouth. “What matters is that you exist and have people that still love you. You’ve got your mother, your wife, your daughter, Mishin and Tarasova, and you’ve got…you’ve got me.” He stroked Alexei’s hair. “I still love you.”

Alexei smiled. “Thank you, Zhenya.” But the smile was having a hard time reaching his eyes.

When they finally returned to the console room (after some, ahem, comforting), the Doctor looked up. “Alexei, I am sorry, I never meant…”

“Doctor.”

“Yes?”

Alexei took a deep breath. “Is it possible for me to meet my real parents?”

The Doctor looked at him, then started to fiddle with the console. “I will try.”

“Lyosha, are you sure?” Evgeni murmured as the TARDIS took off.

“I want the full story, Zhenya.”

Lullaby in Three Parts: Parents
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Lullaby in Three Parts: Parents
Pairing: Mika/Michael

31 October 1991, Adelaide, Australia

It had started, as stories of this nature often do, with an alien. Well, technically, a bunch of aliens, but most of them got destroyed, which was their just desserts for trying to kill everyone. The one good one that was left, though, he was called the Doctor.

“You could come with me, if you like. See the universe,” he added awkwardly, trying to give an incentive to the two drivers.
Michael and Mika had looked at each other, then at the Doctor. “You can get us back in time for the Australian Grand Prix, right?” Michael had asked.

“Of course!” The Doctor had sounded slightly insulted at that. “I’d have you back before you’d even be missed!”

With another glance at each other, they agreed to travel with him. Just for a little while. It wasn’t like either of them would be missed, they were both rookies with no chance to win the championship this year.

“All right,” Michael said, nodding.

“Great!” The Doctor said, grinning and adjusting his bow tie. “I know a planet you two will love!”

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And so Michael and Mika traveled with the Doctor. They traveled to many worlds (only about half of which tried to kill them), the distant past (it was amazing meeting Mozart), and the future (by the 40th century, Formula One has circuits on different planets, did you know?).

Through the running and exploring, Michael and Mika started to fall in love. It wasn’t like they were discouraged, in fact, Mika sometimes suspected that the Doctor invited them onto the TARDIS specifically to get them together. When he confronted the Doctor, though, he only smiled enigmatically.

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some time after boarding the TARDIS
3327, Keathote Seven

They were at a festival of some sort. Neither of them remembered what exactly it was celebrating, and it was some alien holiday, anyway. The Doctor had told them to be careful of what they ate, handing them a device that would tell them what a food item was, its properties, some history, and whether it would be toxic to human bodies.

“Mike, is this toxic to humans?” Mika had said, holding up a glass filled with blue liquid. Michael waved it over the glass, skimming over all the other information (he didn’t even bother reading the name of it) until he found the answer.

“No, it’s safe.”

Having his answer, Mika took a sip. “Hmm. Reminds me of mint.”

“That means I won’t try it. I don’t like mint.”

Mika smiled. “More for me, then, kulta.” And he downed the drink.

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“Mmmm,” Michael hummed as Mika pushed him against the TARDIS door, kissing him deeply. He was rock hard and sending Michael in that direction.

“I want you to fuck me Michael, so hard, drive me wild,” Mika kept murmuring, blindly trying to unlock the TARDIS. Michael stopped Mika’s hand, took the key himself, and unlocked the door, leading Mika to the bedroom they started to share after a while.

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Two months later, the TARDIS

“DOCTOR!” Michael hollered as he dragged a fainted Mika out of the bathroom where he had been throwing up. “Help!”

The Doctor found them and helped Michael get Mika to a medical room. “What’s happened to him?”

“I don’t know! He’s been sick for a couple days and then he passed out just now!”

“All right, calm down,” the Doctor said as they got him onto a bed, pulling out his trusty sonic screwdriver and waving it over Mika’s body. “I’ll figure this out and we’ll…well, that can’t be right.”

“Michael?” Mika murmured as he stirred while the Doctor scanned Mika’s body again. “What’s wrong with me?”

“No, no, that can’t be right! Unless…” The Doctor’s eyes widened then narrowed. “You two. When we were at that festival two months ago, what did you drink?”

“You seriously expect us to remember what we ate two months ago?”

“That thing. That we used to check on foods. It’s on the dresser, Michael.”

“I don’t get it, though, we checked to make sure that nothing was toxic!”

“Did you check to see if there are other effects?” the Doctor said.

Mika and Michael looked at each other. It was clear they hadn’t.

The Doctor sighed. “Go get it.” As Michael ran to get the device, the Doctor looked at Mika with pity. “Oh, Hakkinen, what did you do to yourself?”

“Why?” Mika sat up. “What did the screwdriver say was wrong?” The Doctor wouldn’t answer. “Am I going to die?”

“No! No. Quite the opposite in fact.”

“What do you…”

“I got it!” Michael said, handing the device over to the Doctor. Taking it, the Doctor looked through the history until pausing at one. He stared at it, then put a hand to his forehead. “Mika. Did you drink this?”

The two drivers looked at the picture that popped up. It had been that blue drink.

“Yeah, you did, Mika. I remember, I decided not to cause you said it tasted like mint.”

“Oh, boys.”

“What?”

“Don’t you remember why we were there? It was a festival celebrating life.”

“So?”

“So what you drank, Mika, is an aphrodisiac designed to guarantee a conception.”

“But…we’re both men.”

“And if there isn’t a womb, one will be created.”

They stared at him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m afraid I am. Mika, you’re carrying Michael’s child.”

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The Doctor had found himself thrown out of the room as Mika went into a full blown panic attack.

“I can’t…I can’t…Michael, I’m not supposed to do this!” Michael didn’t say anything at first, just holding Mika. “I’m too young to be a father, and how will I explain this?”

“I don’t know,” Michael said, trying to keep calm, trying to keep his own panic from showing. “There’s probably something we can do. We’ve got all of space and time at our disposal. We’ll think of something.”

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Seven months later, the TARDIS

Mika touched his son’s face.

“You really are beautiful. I wish I could keep you, but…this is for the best. Neither Michael and I could give you the life you deserve by ourselves, and the world would never let us do it together. And there would be so many questions about your existence that it would be difficult to answer, and you don’t deserve that.” He smiled bitterly. “I told the Doctor to find someone on Earth to take care of you. He reassured me that he would find a time period where you would flourish.” Mika held his son close. “I will always love you, even if I never see you again. Goodbye.”

Having said his farewell, Mika handed him over to Michael, whose task it was to take him to the person that would raise him. He stared at the wall as they left, feeling a sense of loss already.

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21 March 1980, Leningrad, the Soviet Union

She sighed as she rose from the little headstone that read Alexei Yagudin 18 March 1980-19 March 1980. Her little boy, the one she had wanted for so long, and he didn’t even live for a day.

As she walked home from the cemetery, she came across a homeless man. Her heart softened when she saw he was cradling a baby in his arms.

“Please,” he was saying, holding the baby out. “Please, I can’t take care of him. His mother died…I’m dying…I don’t want my son to die too.”

Despite just losing her own son, she couldn’t help the stab of pity and compassion she had for the man, who had just wanted a better life for his son.

She took the baby in his arms and looked at him as he opened his eyes and looked up at her. “What’s his name?” she asked.

“It’s up to you,” he had whispered, looking at him.

Well, there was only one name she could think of.

“Alexei. Alexei Yagudin. I will raise him like my own son.”

He smiled. “Thank you.” He bent down to kiss the baby on the forehead. “I’ll always love you, Alexei. Now go home to your mother.”

As she began to head home with her new son, the man sighed before walking away to a blue police box.

As he pulled off his hat, Michael sighed and leaned against the door.

“It’s done then?” the Doctor asked, fiddling with the TARDIS controls.

Michael nodded. “Doctor? Can you take us home?”

“Once Mika’s recovered.”

Michael walked away, heading for his lover.

Mika’s head turned to see Michael next to him. “Well?”

“His name’s Alexei Yagudin. As far as people will know, he was born in 1980 in the Soviet Union.”

They didn’t say anything for a long time, before Mika said, “It will be better for him to live here, than with one of us. I just…just…” And he burst into tears.

Michael sat next to him, holding him, as they cried for their son.

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31 October 1991, Adelaide, Australia

“See? Before anyone ever realized you were gone,” the Doctor said quietly.

Michael smiled. “It was fun, Doctor, I’ll grant you all that, even after…well.” He didn’t say what, but the specter of Alexei hung over their heads.

“Do you think we’ll ever see you again?” Mika asked.

The Doctor shrugged. “Why not? It’s possible.”

“Can you give us at least one hint about what to expect in the future?”

“Michael!” Mika admonished him.

The Doctor grinned. “I think you both will be very pleased with what the future has in store for you.” He hugged them both goodbye, and they watched as the TARDIS disappeared.

“Now what?” Mika asked.

“I suppose we get ready for a race.”

Before they went separate ways, Mika said, “Kulta. I don’t think we should ever go looking for Alexei. It would hurt too much. Besides, because of the time travel, there’s only about a twelve year difference between him and us.”

Michael nodded. “All right. We won’t ever look for him.” He kissed Mika. “I’ll see you tomorrow, engel.”

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13 February 2002, Finland

Many years have passed since Mika and Michael traveled with the Doctor in the TARDIS. They both lived through the tragedy of their idol dying, accidents of their own, a rivalry that once threatened to tear them apart, marriages to very understanding women, children, and between them six championships, Mika two, Michael just earned his fourth.

Mika had decided to take a sabbatical. He noticed during the last season that he was beginning to lose his drive for racing, and now that Hugo was born, he was less willing to endanger his life competing. He decided to take a year off, and see how he felt then.

Michael, of course, was on a roll with Ferrari and showed no signs of stopping. Right now, Mika knew, he was busy testing with the rest of the team.

It was early morning, and the Winter Olympics was going on right now. While most sports outside motorsport baffled Mika, neither he nor Erja were able to get back to sleep, so they sat in front of the television, Erja leaning into his side. Mika’s attention span drifted in and out while the men’s figure skating event occurred, until he heard a name he hadn’t thought of in a long time: “Alexei Yagudin!”

Mika’s eyes widened and focused on the tv. His heart nearly stopped. It was him! His firstborn!

Mika and Michael kept to their pact not to go looking for Alexei. Truth be told, they only spoke of him a few times since they traveled with the Doctor, and every year at the Australian Grand Prix (barring the one that Mika missed because of his crash), they would meet up and have a glass for him, seeing as they don’t know his true birthday. Time travel, and all.

So Mika was shocked beyond belief to see him now, at the Salt Lake Olympics, beginning his short program.

Mika stared. There was no mistaking him, Mika could see where his features and Michael’s blended to make Alexei’s looks. He had grown up so well. Mika didn’t know anything about figure skating, but he knew that Alexei was doing a good job at it. And when the scores came up, putting Alexei in the lead, he looked so proud that Mika couldn’t help feeling proud along with him.

“Mika?”

He blinked and looked at Erja. “Yes?”

“You’re crying.”

Mika felt his cheeks to find them damp. “So I am. If you’ll excuse me, I need to make a call.”

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Mika stood in his bedroom, dialing the number he knew he could reach Michael at.

“Michael Schumacher speaking, and this better be good.”

“Michael!”

“Mika?”

“I found him. I found Alexei.”

Silence. Then, “Mika, I thought we agreed not to look for him.”

“I didn’t look for him, he’s at the Olympics!”

“He’s what?”

“Alexei’s a figure skater at the Olympics. I just watched him do his first program. Michael…he’s beautiful. He’s grown up so much.”

“Are you crying?”

“A little, yeah.”

More silence. Then Michael asked, “do you know if he’ll be on the television again?”

“The second part of the competition is tomorrow.”

“I’ll figure out a way, but I’m going to watch it.”

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14 February 2002, Mugello, Italy

Michael had woken up early. Going ahead and ordering room service, Michael flipped through the channels until he found what he was looking for.

Figure skating.

Michael knew enough that Russians took skating very seriously, and he had no doubt his son was the same (even if technically he’s Finn-German). While he waited, he ate his breakfast.

He was getting a bit antsy waiting to see Alexei Yagudin perform. He would be last, since he got the highest score on the short program, they said.

It was during the next to last performer that Michael’s phone rang.

“Mika?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re watching it too?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about Erja, she and Hugo stayed the night with her mother.”

They kept quiet for a while, watching the skater finish up. They were saying if Alexei did well enough, he could win the gold, at the least he was guaranteed the bronze.

Then he appeared on the screen.

“Oh, Mika.”

“You see him?”

“Yes. Mika…he has your face.”

“Well, he has your hair.”

“I never thought I would see him again. And not in such a setting.” Michael would be lying if he said he had never thought of what Alexei would grow up to be. He knew better than to hope he’d follow in their footsteps, their son was just not in an environment that would encourage that. But he never imagined that Alexei would pick another sport, and excel in it so well that he is about to skate in front of the entire world for an Olympic medal.

Neither of them spoke while they watched Alexei skate his heart out, wowing the commentators for their respective networks. As they watched Alexei finish and receive the applause and accolades from the audience, Michael finally spoke. “He’s good, isn’t he?”

“He is, Michael. I’m proud of him.”

Michael couldn’t help reaching out his hand to the tv when Alexei began crying slightly, adrenaline, exhilaration, and anticipation finally crashing on him at once. Michael felt something dripping and realized he was crying as well.

“I wish we could…”

“I know,” and Mika had sounded choked up as well. “But it wouldn’t be good to do so. He probably doesn’t even know he’s adopted.

Michael gasped. “The scores!” As they went along the screen, both drivers’ eyes widened. They were good. So good. So good that…

“He’s done it!” Mika whispered. “He won the gold medal!”

Michael’s heart swelled. Above anything, the one thing they both had hoped was that their son thrived.

And Alexei had exceeded expectations.

“He looks so happy, Mika,” he said as he watched Alexei receive his medal. “I’m so proud of him, and I love him.”

“I feel the same way. I should…I should let you go. I know you have testing, and I need to run some errands before Erja gets home.”

“Talk to you later?”

“Of course. Love you, Michael.”

“I love you.”

As he hung up the phone, Michael smiled. These past two days have been such a rush: rediscovering his son, seeing him compete at the highest level, seeing him win Olympic gold…

Not even weather or bad testing could bring him down right now.

And even if he had to lie and tell Rubens that he had had an extraordinarily good sleep, he didn’t mind.

His son, Mika’s son, Alexei Yagudin, was an Olympic champion.

And nothing would change that.

Lullaby in Three Parts: Parents
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Lullaby in Three Parts: Parents

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