DISCLAIMER: Not mine. But I dream about it when I sleep.
SUMMARY: When Kim's dream of Pan-Global gold is shattered, can anyone help her recover?
A/N: Here's another story started. Have fun everyone.
Kimberly Hart was at the Pan-Global games. Coach Schmidt had told her repeatedly that she stood a great chance of winning a gold medal.
The petite brunette was understandably nervous. She was one of the oldest gymnasts in the competition and had only been under a coach for a few months.
"Kim, relax. You'll do fine." Katriana Deveux was a fourteen year old who hailed from the bayous of Louisiana. She had become Kimberly's first friend since the young woman had arrived from California.
"She's right, cher. You've worked hard to get here. I be lookin' forward to takin' you out for dinner after the awards ceremony." Kevin Deveux stood in the stands to cheer on his sister and her friend.
"Kevin will you stop with the bayou bad boy charm? I told you I'm not interested." Kim giggled. "Ana, will you tell him to stop it?"
"My friend, my brother does as he will. I am afraid I cannot stop him," the young Cajun woman laughed.
"Cheri, you break my heart," Kevin laughed.
"She broke my heart too," Tommy whispered as he watched the games from Angel Grove.
He was in his own living room because he had told the others he wasn't interested in watching the games. The truth had been he just didn't want to be around the others as he watched Kimberly stun the entire world.
He was practically glued to his couch as he watched his ex-girlfriend who still held his heart perform her best routines on vault, floor and beam. She headed toward her final rotation, the uneven bars.
This was an event she'd always had dreaded and had trouble with. He'd seen her fall repeatedly only to get up and try again.
His heart pounded and he watched with baited breath as she began her routine.
Kevin and Ana watched, willing her to do well and knowing that she had fallen from this apparatus many times. In fact, she had fallen only three days ago in practice. She had sworn them to absolutely secrecy about her wrist bothering her afterward.
They knew she hated this event; she'd told them that repeatedly.
They, along with everyone watching, gasped in horror as her hands slipped off the high bar during a giant reverse spin.