A/N- I don't own Make It or Break It or the characters, and this section is a very strong T… you have been warned.

Sasha took one more whiff of her scent; coconuts and orchid according to her shampoo bottle, but he didn't know that. All he knew was that when he smelled it, he felt like he was coming home. He felt the resolve pass over him. I just have to wait. After the Olympics... then maybe… If I stay… I'll be the one that costs her all of her dreams. "I have to go Payson. I don't want you. I don't want to coach you; I don't want to see you. You aren't good enough." He knew he had to, although it killed him to say such a blatant lie to her face, but he knew without it she would never go.

And with those four words, Payson's heart came crashing down. She pulled out of Sasha's arms and started running back to the tram station. By the time she had made it back to the hotel she was crying so hard she was shaking, and incoherent. It was in this state that she ran face first into Max Spencer.

"Ouch! Hey watch where you're… Payson! Oh my god, what's wrong? I was just going to ask the front desk to leave a message for you. Where did you run off to?" Payson looked up at the man-child and said, "It's not important. Come with me… "Payson proceeded to lead Max back up to her hotel room. Payson Keeler was on a reckless train, her whole world crashing down around her, and she was going to drown her sorrows in the easiest way available. Sasha wants me to stay out of Max's bed? Well I want Sasha in mine, so I guess we'll be even. She knew her logic was flawed, even in her emotional state, but he had hurt her to the core, and she needed to hurt him back at that moment. Once they hit the door Payson started taking off her shirt. "Max, fill me…"

Max needed no further comment… He began kissing her with a fury, his inexperience crushing her as she sobbed internally. Their bodies pressed together and the evidence of Max's arousal pushing against her left thigh was borderline painful, he proceeded to pull off her bra, as she pulled up his shirt. They continued until Max was in nothing but his boxer briefs and Payson was in her white satin panties. As he began to pull out the condom, Payson saw Sasha in her mind and a sense of guilt washed over her. Payson had never felt so dirty in her life, her insides crushing down around her until she couldn't breathe. She pushed on Max's chest, meaning to push him away. She couldn't do this, and just as she was about to say so there was a pounding on her door.

"Payson let me in… Payson!" Oh Shit. It was Sasha. Max screamed out "The sign says do not disturb asshole, go away." All of the sudden she heard the slide of a room key and the unmistakable click of the lock unlocking and the door opening. Max flew off of Payson. "Spencer you have thirty seconds to get the hell out of here." Payson, unable to handle anymore, started sobbing and Max Spencer, seriously annoyed at being interrupted just stood up. "I think you need to leave Sasha. I was invited, you however were not, and Payson and I are a little busy."

The next thing Max knew he was on the floor of the hallway after having been forcibly removed by his neck and the back of his underwear. The door in front of him, holding his clothes was firmly shut.

"Payson…" Sasha couldn't believe his eyes, there she was crying scared, and all he could see was the most fragile creature, and he knew it was his fault that she was in this position... Damn It, Belov, this is exactly why you have to leave…. You can't keep hurting her... Even as he was thinking it, he walked over, sat on the bed, and just let her cry into him.

It only felt like a few minutes, but when she looked up at the clock it said 01:42 am. She had cried inconsolably for several hours. She was still laying there in nothing but her underwear and the jacket he had put around her, which slid off of her just as she stood up from the bed and started screaming at him. "Sasha, what more do you want from me? You have made it perfectly clear that I'm not strong enough, that I'm not graceful enough, that I'm not a good enough gymnast, and that I crossed the line in kissing you, in hunting you down, in guilting you into coming back to the Rock, and you don't want me, so now that you aren't my coach, and aren't my friend, and aren't really anything anymore for me, what the hell are you doing here?"

Sasha couldn't take anymore; he had loved her for so long, long before she could even realize. It was junior nationals, watching from his big screen tv in Cambria, where he saw Payson Keeler take home the gold in the All-Around. When the reporter came on the screen to interview her, the lady compared Payson's determination to be the best to the great Sasha Belov, and the girl, no more than 11 said bluntly, "He is one of my heroes, but soon it will be the great Payson Keeler and Sasha who?". The reporter had laughed at that, and Sasha had too. That was the beginning of his following the career of Payson Keeler. God, she was fearless, powerful, and it was through the years of this that he became a Payson Keeler groupie. And then came the years of working together, more of partner than a coach and athlete. Payson was his match, in every sense of the word, and she was standing there with nothing but the most innocent of white panties, pure white, which stood out against the pale peach of her skin, a pure contradiction to rage he could see vibrating through her muscular frame.

Sasha took a deep breath, unable to feign disinterest any longer. "Payson I wasn't going to go because I don't want you; I have to leave because I do."

"Huh?"

That certainly got the air out of her sails. "Payson, I love you. I have, for a long time now, and I can't coach you anymore. I can't live through another fall, I can't live through another vault on one leg, I can't live through another brace, another shot of cortisone. I can't be objective when it comes to you anymore. And I can't be in a relationship with you either. You're a minor, you're vulnerable, and you quite frankly deserve better. A relationship with me would surround you with so much scandal your career that you've worked for so long to earn will be gone faster than Tonya Harding with a crowbar..."

"But Sasha, how am I supposed to make it without you? YOU were the one who rebuilt my confidence, you were the one, "Payson cried. "Shh, love, I know. I've KNOWN. My trailer is still at the Rock, and there is a gift waiting for you inside of it." And with that, Sasha kissed Payson, slowly, as though memorizing every inch of her, he ran his hands down her body, while his tongue teased, his teeth scraped her lips erotically, and she could taste the lingering hint of scotch. Finally he pushed her away… It's only a few months now, love. I'll find you. And in the meantime, my father will be there for you, so you know there's a Belov who loves you. You can trust him as you do me.

"Sasha, how did you know your father will agree to coach at the Rock?" Payson inquired

"Because he is already there, because he knows what a rare gem you girls are, and because he's the only one I trusted enough to not fall in love with you while I was gone. You really are quite special Payson Keeler. Esti respiratia mea, viata mea, si totul care conteaza*." And with that Sasha Belov walked out the door.

"Payson, wake up, we're home…"

Kim Keeler couldn't understand what was wrong, but she sensed it from the moment she picked up her daughter from the airport. She didn't want to ask, afraid of the answer she knew was coming, but she had to know, "Payson, Sasha didn't come back with you." It wasn't a question. It was her way of hoping her daughter would know she understood her pain. "No, and he's not coming back. I haven't seen him since yesterday." "Did he leave you another note?" Kim asked sarcastically, internally fuming that this guy had crushed her daughter. Again. "No, no note this time. He explained, and he's not coming back. I have to go to the Rock, can you drive me over please." "So you're not giving up on gymnastics?" "No, I'm not- and I have to go meet Coach Belov straight away." "But I thought you said…" "Mom, it's his dad, and please, just drop it. For me."

"Coach Belov?" Payson sounded all of five years old when she walked into the coach's office at the Rock. "Come in, fiica" The sound of the Romanian language causing her visible pain, Payson asked quietly, "What does that mean?" Dmitri Belov took pity on her for a moment… "It means my daughter. I know who you are Payson Keeler, and I know you love my son. We will work magic together, but do not ever forget that you are not just my gymnast, you are the mother of my future grandchildren, and so we must have that respect from the beginning." Payson just stood in shock. "Thank you. You will help me get to the Olympics?" "Payson Belova, I know you are, um.. I don't know the right word, but it means sad, but you must know he has plans for you, and that includes you realizing your dreams…" "Belova?" "Yes, that is how your name will be, because men are Belov and women are Belova." "You sound so sure… "At this Dimitri Belov, a bellowing type of man stood and yelled, "Young lady I would not have been spend thirteen hours on Aeroflot for no reason," and then quieter he continued, "they have small seats and the food is like boardcard."

*Romanian translation

-You are my breath, my world, my everything that matters

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