Sorry I am reposting this, but I forgot to add an important note when I posted earlier.

I wanted to ask you guys if you wanted me to add an extra chapter- it would be pure fluff, but it's up to you. And also I wanted to apologize for the wait- my computer crashed and I was able to access my email some days- so some review replies went though but some didn't. Anyway I apologize that I couldn't post before. Here is the chapter. R and R.

Meg

Gymnastics. A sport that is more than just physical, it is a mental sport as well. Most people think that the tricks gymnasts perform are amazing, but the physical part is probably the least amazing thing about gymnastics. Well maybe not the least amazing thing, but certainly not the most difficult. A meet can be won or lost in the time it takes you to prepare for the event. You can throw a whole routine just by not preparing properly; mentally and physically.

Sticking a double pike is nothing. Sticking a double pike in front of a crowd of hundreds of people with more watching at home is a completely different thing. Sticking a double pike in front of said crowd while they are cheering for you to mess up, or worse expecting you to win, is a completely different ballpark. Sticking a double pike in front of a panel of judges who are looking for you not only to stick the double pike, but also to have perfect form; body aligned flawlessly and feet pointed perfectly, and not go out of bounds, is an entire planet away from just sticking it.

Ok breathe, I told myself. "Breathe," I said aloud when saying it in my head didn't help. "What did you say, Bella?" Bela Karolyi said jarring me out of my mini mental panic attack. "You aren't even listening to me are you?"

I looked away abashedly. "Sorry, I am just nervous," I told him, a blush creeping up to color my cheeks.

He sighed exasperatedly. "Bella, you just need to focus, this is your best event and you can do it, but you can't compete to your best if you aren't focused."

"I know. I am just…" I began, but stopped and started again. "You know what, no. I am not going to let my nerves get the best of me. I want this medal, and I know I can do it, and if I don't then I lost because someone was better and not because I was nervous."

"That a girl," Bela told me. He and Carlisle moved onto breaking down the finer points of my routine. I adjusted my leotard as I listened; Speedo had gone crazy and now I had more competition leotards than I knew what to do with. This one was bright red at the top and then had blue flames enjoining the red from the middle of my torso to the bottom of the leotard. On the edges of the flames were silver rhinestones. And of course on the top of my right arm was the USA logo that adorned each of the leotards used in international competitions, with the letters USA in tiny rhinestones encircled in more mini rhinestones.

In no time at all, it was time for me to compete. I stepped up to the mat my mind running a million miles a second. The first thought that popped into my head was the fact that I was the only chance for the US to medal today; Alice hadn't qualified for floor and Angela, who did qualify, messed up her ankle in practice and had to pull out of the competition. The second was that I had to score high because I was the first competitor and I had to set the bar high if I wanted to medal. The third thing was the fact that I still hadn't decided on which routine to compete. Well, sort of. I was using the same floor routine that I used in the team final, but I had modified it a little and complicated my tumbling runs. It was in essence the same and it didn't change until my second tumbling pass.

If I played safe and stuck to the original routine, I knew I could get a pretty good score, but would it be enough? For the team final, anything above a 14.9 would have been good enough, but now the stakes were upped. I was competing against the best of the best in floor. Molly Brighton had one of the highest start values for floor and then there was Sandra Izbasa of Romania had swept the gold in floor at the Beijing Olympics. But then if I went all out and messed up I could score too low to place top three.

I shook my head to clear it, and then I stepped into the competition lines and took four measured steps before I posed. I stood vertical on the mat, my right leg bent at the knee, my left extended in a point, only my toes touching the ground, my arms extended to the left, my back arched, and my head thrown back.

The music started and I danced into action. I pirouetted and pranced to the corner nearest me. I positioned my feet just right before running into my first pass. There was chalk smudges on the mat to help let me know where to take off from warm ups, but I preferred to count it out myself. I counted the strides and at the right moment, I took off. A full twisting double back into a two and a half front…. and stuck the landing; feet parallel, legs together, it was a textbook landing.

I was smiling as I completed a sheep jump, landed and was right back into the air in a split jump.

I backed into the opposite corner than the one I had started in. This was where I had to make my decision. I took a deep breath, steeled myself and ran with powerful strides.

Instead of my one and a half double back into a pike, I was attempting a double twisting double.

I had erred on the amount of power I needed to complete the pass; thankfully I hadn't erred on the side that would have me fall short. I knew I needed to tighten up my form to not go out of bounds. I was on the last part of the combination, and as I was coming into the landing I saw the white line of the corner of the mat. I could feel my back leg gravitating towards it and I tightened my core muscles to keep my feet together and…. Another stick!

"Whoa! And it's another stick for Isabella Swan! It is less likely to see a two-foot stick in floor routine because the judges don't require it to be a stick that you would see in beam, vault or bars. To constitute a stick in floor the gymnast only needs to be in control of her movement when she lands. This generally causes gymnasts to increase the difficulty of their tumbling passes. But she is just sticking these like her legs are glued together and her feet are glued to the mat. Beautiful!"

"That's right Leanne, and she is also showcasing a new routine. It is in essence the routine she used earlier in these Olympics, but I was talking with Bela Karolyi earlier today and he stated that she was working on some harder combinations for tonight. Well they are certainly paying off! She has the crowd!"

I felt light as air as I leapt up into a double ring stag jump. As I completed my third tumbling pass, I felt as if I had to hold myself back- it was almost far too easy to own the moves and I knew I was going to stick my third pass of the routine without a problem.

The next problem in my line up was up, but I was more confident in myself and didn't hesitate, throwing myself straight into my turn. The turn itself wasn't a problem but it was the dance element that I had added to it that made performing it dicey. I braced myself, using my body weight for momentum and pushed off. My body folded then extended into a scale as I completed the required one and a half turn.

I barely paused to right myself after the turn before taking two elongated steps. On the second step, I shifted all my weight onto the toe of my right foot, arched my back and my head, raising and curving my left leg until my pointed toe was inches from my head.

Swinging my left leg forward, I raised and grasped it with my arms, pointing it to the sky. Barely pausing to hold it, I slid into a split.

I folded my knee and placing my hands upon the mat pushed off with my other foot. I balanced on my hands and executed a tic tock, landed on one knee and in a bound was on both feet.

An extended leap and I was on an angle to the corner. I artfully turned my body and set my feet together. The music added a trilling flute and I knew that I only had time for one deep breath before I started my final tumbling pass.

"What a way to end an Olympics. Amazing performance! Isabella Swan has just completed the floor routine of a lifetime. That could be a routine we are watching for generations to come."

I raised myself from the mat. The exertion and adrenaline from my routine had me breathless. But I was smiling so hard I thought my face might freeze that way.

I bounded off the floor smiling and waving. When I reached the edge of the mat I was enveloped by Bela and Carlisle. As soon as they put me down, Alice was right there. Although she wasn't able to compete tonight, she was there as moral support. "Wow," she told me. "You were awesome! You are going to have to teach me how to do that scale turn."

I shook my head and laughed before the crowds roar had me turning to check my score.

"A 16.1! That's amazing! Highest score we have seen in the London Olympics for floor so far. But is it going to be enough to keep the lead?"

I smiled exultantly and went to cool down, Alice at my side. My heart rate was up from the routine and the excitement, and I began by centering myself and trying to calm my racing heart. That failed quickly as every cheer or groan by the crowd had me jumping to look at what was happening.

"Don't," Alice told me. "You are going to be a nervous wreck by the time you find out that you won."

As if to back up her point, the announcers chimed in.

"I can never get used to the weights these gymnasts are under. Not only do they have to focus to compete, but then the wait. This seems to be harder for some than others. Isabella Swan in particular was the first to compete and she must be feeling the strain. No one has beat her score of 16.1 yet, but there are still two gymnasts left to compete, one being Sandra Izbasa, her biggest competition for this event."

"She doesn't seem to being showing the strain outwardly, Leanne. She is laughing with teammate and roommate Alice Cullen who is on the floor strictly to help out Team Swan and not compete herself, but she has said before her worst flaw as a gymnast is nerves."

Alice was keeping my attention away from the strain and onto less nerve wrecking topics. Topics such as embarrassing stories of Edward when he was younger. I was laughing so hard that I almost missed when Sandra Izbasa finished a flawless routine. I didn't though and I gave her a hug and congratulations on her truly amazing routine, and we waited side-by-side, baited breath for her score….

15.99. I let out my breath in a huge gust. Alice literally picked me up before my brain fully processed it. I had won! The routine that I had wanted the most after the all-around, and I had taken the gold! I couldn't believe it!

I received my medal, still in happy mode. I caught sight of Edward in the stands and blew him a kiss. He threw one back and there was a burning look in his eyes that despite the interesting sight of seeing a guy throw a kiss, made me feel like I couldn't wait to be alone with him.

Unfortunately I first had to go through the throngs of reporters.

"Bella, you said that you wanted this medal the most, can you explain that?"

I felt my face color at the question, for my answer seemed a little stupid now, but I answered anyway.

"Well, I came into these games hoping to win a team medal and hoping to compete in the all-around, but not really expecting to win a gold medal for myself. The all-around and the beam title were major surprises, and in the beginning I was sure that my shot at an individual medal would be in the floor finals. So even though I had won the other two, this was different tonight. I shocked myself with the other events, but I knew that I had a good shot of winning this so my mindset was that much different."

"How do you feel now after your last competition of these Olympics?"

"Wow. I actually haven't had the chance to stop to and think about it, but there are a lot of emotions that I am experiencing right now. Sadness, because it is over even though I still have the gala tomorrow night. Um, relieved because there was just so much going on and so much to process. Proud, not just of myself, but of my team and all the other athletes, gymnast and otherwise, because it is something that is just so much to experience that you don't really understand until you are right there experiencing it first hand. And most of all amazed. I still swear this is just a dream and my alarm clock is going to go off at any second and I will be in my bed at home to find this is only a dream."

"You looked so relaxed while waiting can you tell us what you were thinking?"

"Actually I was a nervous wreck, but I had Alice Cullen to keep me from freaking out completely."

"Before you go, can you tell us what you are going to do during your last few days in London?"

"Sleep," I laughed. "Actually, I have the gala tomorrow night and then I am going to get some sight seeing in before heading back home."

"Well, congratulations. And thank you for your time."

I was finally done with the interviews and I had a plan in place. Shower, Edward, and sleep in that order.

I was a little sad that this was the end of the competition, but I still had the gala and then the closing ceremony. I was sure that once I got some sleep, I would feel more upset, but right now all I wanted was to spend the rest of the day just relaxing.

It was with a tired smile that I walked out of the gym to find my love.