I decided to take a look at this story that I posted a while ago and then canceled because I wasn't satisfied with it and try to improve it since I actually like the initial plot. So here's the prologue, hope you'll like it. It's going to be AU.

Summary: Since she was six Payson always dreamt of becoming an elite gymnast and go to the Olympics. Unfortunately her mother didn't have enough money to allow her to go training with a real coach and in some important gym. She could only train at the public gym in her town. When her mother suddenly dies in a car accident, Payson is forced to leave Minnesota, where she lived all her life, and going to leave with her uncle and aunt, Mark and Kim Keeler, in Boulder, house of one of the best gymnastic club in the Country and one of the greatest coaches in the world, Sasha Belov. The tragedy that has suddenly hit her thus becomes an unexpected opportunity to make her apparently impossible dream come true.

Pairings: Payson/Sasha.

Alternate Universe. Payson in this story is Mark and Kim's niece. She has never competed at Nationals. She's completely unknown in the Gymnastic World.

Marty trains the Denver Elite Club and Kelly Parker, current National Champion. Kaylie is the second best gymnast in the Country and the best gymnast at The Rock. Sasha has been the Rock's coach for two years. Kaylie and Lauren trains at the Rock since they were little. Emily since she was thirteen, three years. The three of them are best friends.

Since this is actually an AU story, the background and events leading to the beginning of this fic may change, not only regarding Payson but the other characters too. Possible OOC characters. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I don't own Make it or Break it, nor any of its characters. If I did, Payson and Sasha would be together. I don't make money by writing this story.

Prologue

LOST

"The worst day of loving someone, is the day you lose them"

(Elena Gilbert, The Vampire Diaries 4x02 'Memorial')

It was an early Saturday morning, at the beginning of June. The air that came from the opened car window was crisp, the sun was just beginning to rise. They had just landed in Denver and now, after an hour car drive, they were about to arrive in Boulder. The entire journey had been boring and uneventful, spent almost entirely in silence.

Uncle Mark had tried to engage her in conversation but she just couldn't bring herself to respond if not with a simple yes or no at regular intervals. And anyway, what she was supposed to say?

She just wasn't strong enough to pretend to be happy. How she was supposed to get used to all of this? How could she act like everything was okay? There was nothing okay about this. Her mother was dead and everything she had known until that moment was gone. She had to leave her home and move in another state, to go to leave with an uncle and aunt that, if she was lucky, she had seen twice in the last four years. Of course she was grateful for what they had done for her, organizing the funeral and allow her to go live with them but the wound was still too fresh for her to just move on with her life. She had no idea what to do now. She just felt so lost and confused. And angry, so very, very angry.

Finally, the car stopped in front of a big two-story house that it seemed it had been taken directly from a catalogue, complete with a garden and a backyard. She had always dreamed of living in a house like this one, now though she would have given up all the money in the world to have her mother back with her. And she had money now, enough not to have to worry about how to pay for college anymore at the very least. Her mother's life insurance was worth seven hundred thousand dollars.

She took a deep breath before getting out of the car, bag on one shoulder, suitcase in hand, and begun the path toward the front door. There she was, Kim Keeler, Mark's wife, standing already on the threshold, smiling at her. She was in her late forties, with brown shoulder-length hair and chocolate kind eyes. She tried to smile too and be polite but she was certain it looked more like a grimace.

"Hi Aunt Kim" she said a little hesitantly. Kim hug her in response. Payson, more than a little surprised, didn't return the embrace, standing with her arms at her sides.

Kim smiled anyway, not at all offended by the situation. She understood how difficult all of this was for her.

The inside was homey and nice furnished, just like she had always imagined a house like this one looked like. She didn't feel comfortable though, instead she felt completely out of place.

"Your room is ready if you want to see it." Kim interrupted her thoughts with her gentle but hesitant voice. She seemed she wasn't certain what to do either. Payson just nodded in response, she wasn't sure what to say.

With Kim leading the way, she crossed the hall and then climbed up the stairs, finding herself in front of a door on the right side of the hallway. The room was really nice: just inside there was a queen size bed with a desk just in front of it with three shelves above it and a big wardrobe next to it. To the right side of the door, there was a dresser with a mirror above it.

"Of course you can decorate it as you like it." Kim continued to say. "You'll need new sheets and towels. I'll just go at the mall later to buy some. Which color would you prefer?"

"Oh, it isn't necessary really. I have some of mine in my bag."

"Nonsense. You live here now and you need new things. You can come with me this afternoon if you want to. We could go shopping for some new clothes too."

Payson was about to refuse but then remembered that shopping was one of her mother's favorite activities. While Payson was the kind of girl who'd choose trainers over heels in a second, her mother liked to dress up. Her mother's favorite motto was 'If you look nice, you feel nice too.' Of course the clothes they used to buy were nowhere near pricey since they couldn't afford much but her mother was very good at make the best of what they little they had. She was just so positive about everything that even in the worst situations she knew that, thanks to her mother, everything would have been all right in the end. Now that she wasn't there with her, she couldn't help but wish that she'd spent more time with her, doing shopping together.

She decided then and there that she was going with Kim, and she would try to have fun.

"Alright." She answered then "But I'll pay for the things we'll buy today."

Kim was about to protest but Payson told her that it was the least she could do since Kim and Mark were doing so much already for her. Kim was forced to relent in the end.

"OK. Let me know if you need anything. I'll leave you to unpack." Kim said at last before leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She spend the rest of the morning unpacking, trying to personalize a little her new bedroom.

Soon lunch time arrived and all the Keeler family, Mark, Kim and her cousin Becca, was seated with her around the table. It was awkward at first, at least for her. Nobody knew exactly how to break the ice. Becca at last, maybe tired of the heavy silence, begun to talk about her day. It was when she started to talk about the Rock and the training she had to endured that morning that she couldn't just stay silent anymore.

"You train at the Rock?" she said half envious half amazed.

"Do you like gymnastics?" Kim asked curious.

"Actually I love it. In Minnesota I used to go to the public gym every time I could and try new tricks. I like floor and bars especially. I spent nearly every hour of the day that I wasn't at school or at the ballet studio, doing gymnastics. "

Her greatest dream since she could remember had in fact always been that of becoming an elite Gymnast and going to the Olympics. But no matter how much she might have wanted it, it just wasn't something possible. It was just too expensive. She simply couldn't afford training in the kind of Gym required to become an elite gymnast. Gyms like Denver's, the Rock or Houston's were just not in the cards for her. Therefore she had resigned herself to forget all about it and spend of all her energies in becoming a prima ballerina. Her mother was in fact a ballet teacher at the " Ballet Academy" and even if the salary was just enough to pay the bills, her job allowed Payson to dance without paying for the lessons and to meet people who worked in the dancing world. Her mother knew that doing ballet wasn't what she really wanted to do and for a long time she had tried to convince Payson to try and that they would have find a solution together. But Payson knew that she couldn't ask her mother to sacrifice everything for her. She had simply kept training in the public gym because she just couldn't give up gymnastics even if she knew that her dream of becoming an Olympian was simply unattainable. Of course becoming a prima ballerina was something easier said than done. There was so much competition in that world and Payson didn't have exactly the typical body type of a ballet dancer. She was too curvy, her figure too 'womanly', and sometimes the dance directors she met, rejected her without even giving her the chance to show them what she could do. A few years ago these kind of expectations caused a lot of problems to her health, almost causing her to develop an eating disorder. Fortunately her mother realized what was happening to her before it was too late and helped her, forcing her to go to a food counselor.

Now though everything had changed. Everything that had seemed impossible before could may actually be at arms' reach. Even her mother wanted that for Payson. She had actually left Payson a letter where she explained that everything she had ever wanted was for Payson to be happy and achieve all her dreams. Maybe she had a chance after all.

"Maybe we could go talk to Sasha tomorrow and try to convince him to let you train at the Rock. What do you think?" Kim asked her, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"I don't know." She answered very excited but a little unsure all the same. "It would be a dream come true but I don't know if it's something possible. I mean The Rock is like the best gymnastic club in the Country and only really good gymnasts train there. I'm almost seventeen years old, I've never had a real coach and I'd never competed before. I mean, I'd really like to have the possibility to train there but the truth is: I don't know If I'm good enough, not for a place like The Rock anyway."

"Well, if you don't at least try, how will you know if you're any good or not? The gym is closed on Sundays so you'll have all the gym to yourself and show Sasha what you can do without other people watching you."

"Are you sure you can convince Mr Belov to open the gym tomorrow just for me?"

"Sasha and I are friends and I am one of the gym managers at The Rock, I think he owns me a favor or two." Kim responded smiling and winking at her. Payson smiled in return. She realized that for the first time since her mother's death she wasn't feeling sad or numb like she had in the past few weeks.

Maybe it was the idea of keep doing what she liked the most, gymnastics, or maybe it was the kindness that Kim and Mark had showed her but, for the first time in two months, she knew that she was going to be fine again, someday.