AN—I don't own Make it or Break it. If I did… well I'd be really happy. Hope you enjoy and review please.

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It was four in the morning and Sasha Beloff was already sitting in his office in a less then friendly mood. Merlin it is too early. Normally he got up at ten of five, put on new clothes and walked into the Rock. But today he had been up since three talking to someone he never thought would be here at the Rock. He was 'happy.' But he would have been happier if it wasn't so early. Across from him was a tall strapping young man who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen

"…So you want to come a train here, as apposed to the greatest men's gymnastics facility in the country and possibly the world?" Sasha asked in a dull tone.

"Yes Sir I do." the young man said.

"Why? This is mainly a women's facility. You know you could be throwing your gymnastics career out the door, don't you?"

"I don't think I am."

"Then what is your reason for coming here?"

"I want to train under you. You're Sasha Beloff! Only man alive that can say he beat Marty Walsh. That's why I want to train here. And plus I had no choice in the matter of moving here. When I Googled Bolder and saw the Rock and your name I knew moving wouldn't be so unbearable."

"Why did you have to move?"

"My little sister Camie has stage three Hutchins's Lymphoma. A half hour away from where we live is this clinic. We decided as a family that Camie would go there because they're experimenting with new treatments. She's getting more ill with each week so we needed to take this chance."

"But you know that if you come here I will need you here for six days of the week for at least eight hours a day starting at five a.m. When are you going to see your sister?"

"I know that. But you see that's the other reason I want to come here. My sister has to get treatment everyday for nine hours. She's leaving there now. No one can see her when she's getting treatment because she's in a clean room. Her treatment starts at three each morning. So when I'm done training she'll already be done but that gives her time to just be with mom and dad for about two hours. Plus Camie understands. Before she was diagnosed she was Queen of the soccer filled. It's all she lived for. Just like me and gymnastics."

Sasha sat back in his chair. He looked at the young man for a minute. He looked at his face mainly, to see if he was really serious. And after that minute he made his decision. "Alright. You may train here. But know that the boys here don't get as much instruction by me if any. You will have to show me what you can do to get my help." He paused taking in the young man's expression. "So does that sound agreeable?" Then he waited for no more then a second when the young man stood up and stuck out his hand. Sasha stood up as well and shook his hand. "I'll take that as a yes then?" Sasha asked with a smile.

"Yes you can Sir."

"Good now you have to do a few things for me. One; be back here at five ready to go. Two; be prepared to introduce yourself to everyone. And three; stop calling me Sir, call me Sasha. Sir makes me feel very old."

"I can do all three Sir—I mean Sasha."

"Fantastic! I'll see you in a little less than an hour." Then Sasha walked pasted him and out his office door. The young man followed him.

"Sasha where are you going?!" he asked.

"Back to my camper. I can still get forty minutes of sleep. Now go home and get ready. Just because you're new doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you." And with that Sasha was out the door.

The young man looked around the gym. He took a deep breath threw his nose. He could smell the chalk. Then he walked down the stairs and to the door. Right before he opened it he turned around and said "Well Mr. Drepsten it looks like you have a new home." Then he walked out the door.

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