A/N- I do not own Make It or Break It or the characters-

Also, I am halting work on this fic for the time being, as I'm not in the right frame of mind to write, and I think I'm actually going to go back and re-edit some of this when I am ready to write more. I got the best feedback ever from someone I genuinely respect, and while it's okay for a first written fic, I have so much I can improve upon, and I want my writing to improve. So- no updates forthcoming for awhile. I will get back to it, but it is going to take awhile. In parting (for now) I am leaving you with a brief phone call I was asked to provide.

Mark Keeler: Mark Keeler, How can I help you?

Dmitri: Mr. Keeler, how are you, this is Coach Belov, and can I have a moment of your time?

M: Sure, I only have a few moments, but certainly, is everything okay, is Payson okay?

D: Well, that depends on what mean you by okay. I think perhaps you know why I call.

M: Is it because your son can't keep his hands to himself, or because my daughter won't let him?

D: You know then?

M: Please, do you think I bought that "Payson has a crush and Sasha doesn't return it" line of crap. Kim wants to believe the best of the both of them but you and I both know what it looks like when a man looks a woman up and down, the only problem here is that both Payson and Kim think it's innocent, and Sasha has a fist with his name on it waiting for him if he ever touches my daughter again, whether she starts it or not.

D: Well Mr. Keeler, I would think you would respond differently. You know my son has left…

(Mark sighs)

M: Yeah, I did know. He's waiting for her to be legal isn't he?

D: No, Mr. Keeler, he's waiting for her to a gold medalist who finds someone else so that he can live the rest of his life pining after her.

M: Hmmm. I might have been there before myself. Kim's dad, unforgiving sort... He was a marine, scary as hell too. So why are you telling me this?

D: Well, you can lead the water to the horses… but when it comes to my son and your daughter, they're the heads of the bull. I rather them happy together than sad apart...

M: You know, Belov, she isn't happy when he's gone. I know that, sure as I knew I'd seen something the day he started at the Rock. I guess it's time I start listening. Kim says I never listen to Payson anymore. I know what she was telling me, so I guess I'm in.

D: You're in? In what?

M: Old man, you didn't call me for a man to man on if our kids like each other, you called me for help, right?

D: You're quick, like your daughter. Yes, I want the help getting these two married. Payson needs legitimate or NGO will go crazy, and my son needs to stop playing the matriarch.

M: Martyr?

D: Um. Yes. Mart-er. So, Mr. Keeler, can I get….

M: Belov, I will keep out of this, I can't…. I'm done trying to force my will on Payson, and I'm not good at meddling… but my wife… Belov, my wife, has a gold medal in butting into other people's lives. I think she's the one you want. For my part, I'll only hit your son once, that's all I can promise.

D: Mrs. Keeler?

M: Kim's the one you want. And Belov, thanks for calling me first. I always feel I'm the last one to know what's going on with my daughter.

D: Yes, well, Sasha may have mentioned that he wanted to talk to you, before…. Before he ever talked to Payson, something about owing you... I just thought this way…

M: Hmm... I have to run. It's my wife you want. And Belov, if your son ever hurts my daughter...

D: He won't. He is as you say her worship of the ground.

M: Have a nice day. I'm sure I'll get an update from Kim. Let me know if he decides to show his face around again. I never did thank him properly for getting Payson on the National Team, and I think I need to thank him for staying away too. Payson has a birthday coming up….

D: I know, Mr. Keeler, I know…..

A/N2- This was to respond to a very special request- but I don't think I got it just right. Forgive me oh great goddess of gymnastics, I am butchering these characters horribly, and I promise to make it up to you, when I can get my mind and my writing where it needs to be. Just please let MIOBI return! I need some inspiration!