Where was Sasha Belov? MacIntyre paced around the gym office frantically trying to get a hold of his co worker. This was unlike Belov to be late for practice. The clock was ticking towards 5:00 A.M, and he was on his own. "Sasha, where the hell are you?" Mac screamed into the phone before ending the call. The girls were already filtering through the front door, and the schedule read that the levels 7-10 and the junior elites would also be training. One of the two assistant coach, John, had called off due to a death in his family. Mac did not know how to run this gym short handed. It was only his second day here. "Sarah, can you take everyone that is not on the Olympic team out for a run this morning? It is the best thing I can come up with until Coach Belov shows up." Mac requested. Sarah willingly agreed and started to map out a trail for a run. MacIntyre headed out of the office as he at least need to get the Olympic team training before he did anything else. "Keeler, Cruz, Randall, and Evans, front and center." he called. The four girls sprinted to surround him and awaited his orders. "Colleen and Jordan, I want you two in the annex. Jordan, your double illusion should be trained over the pit, and Colleen you can work on doing your vault in the pit. Payson and Kaylie, you work on floor in here. This is your home gym, so you know how it should be running. If something goes wrong, I want you guys to help fix it. Understood?" he asked. A corral of 'Yes Sir', and the girls headed off to work. Mac shook his headed and walked to the front door to check once more for Sasha's truck or motorcycle. It was a known fact that Belov use to live in an Airstream parked in the gym's parking lot, but he had settled into an apartment after he got the job offer to help coach the Olympic team. MacIntyre couldn't leave the gym with no coach, so he couldn't drive to Sasha's place and find out what was going on.

The blonde haired man let out a groan as he began to come to life. He was definitely hung over from the night before. Sasha's eyes wandered over to the alarm clock. It was 5:45 A.M. He had overslept. "Crap!" he shouted as he struggled to untangle his aching body from the duvet cover. First things first, he needed some aspirin and water. It took about twenty minutes before Sasha Belov deemed himself fit for coaching. He started to reach for his truck key when he remembered that his truck was still at the bar; he would have to drive his motorcycle to the gym. It was 6:22 by the time Sasha pulled into his parking space and made his way through the front door. He was expecting to be greeted by a noisy atmosphere, but instead, it was quiet. Way to quiet for the amount of gymnasts scheduled to be training. "Where the bloody hell is everyone?" Sasha questioned as he noticed the only people that were in the gym at the moment was Payson and Kaylie. The loudness of his voice startled Payson who was in mid air completing the easiest tumbling sequence of her routine. She ate mat as she couldn't recover from being spooked in time to land. "Sasha, why are you yelling?"an angered Payson demanded as she tried to push up from the springboard floor. "I am sorry, Payson. Are you okay?" Sasha temper changed. "Are you hung over, Sasha?" Kaylie asked as she assisted Payson in standing up.

"About time you showed up, Belov. Where in the world were you?" Mac broke in as he entered the main gym. He was working with Colleen and Jordan in the annex, and he was now coming to check on Kaylie and Payson. His attention was all on Sasha until the sight of Payson struggling to put weight on her left ankle caught his eye. "Payson, are you okay? What is going on in here?" Mac hunted for an answer to the scene in front of him. Kaylie was the first to string together words. "Payson was running through her routine when Sasha came in. He spooked Payson when he started to yell in what he thought was an empty gym. She was so startled that she was not able to recover in time to land properly." Kaylie explained in one breath.

"Kaylie, why don't you help Payson to see Trainer Steve while I talk to Coach Belov? Once you get her settled, you can head back to the annex and work your beam mount." MacIntyre suggested as he walked closer to Sasha. Kaylie obeyed and bared a majority of Payson's weight as they stumbled off to the trainer's office. "Where is everyone?" Sasha inquired again in a quieter voice. "Anyone who is not on the Olympic team is out on a run with Sarah. John had a death in his family, and he could not come in. I think the more important question is, where were you?" Mac answered. "I may have had one too many beers at the bar. I walked home because I was in no state to drive, and I slept through my alarm. I am here now, and that is all that counts." Sasha mumbled.

"You are hung over? That is why Payson is injured. Why did you get drunk in the first place?" Mac pointed out. "I thought it might have solved my problems. It only created more." Sasha admitted as he began to regret what he had just done.

"Trainer Steve, Payson injured her ankle." Kaylie announced as she helped Payson get onto the examining table. "It is only a sprain. I can move it." Payson added in as she saw the man approach. "Thanks Kaylie, you can go back to training. What happened Pay?" Steve asked as he looked at her ankle that was already starting to swell. "I got distracted during a tumbling pass on floor, and I landed wrong." Payson offered. Trainer Steve barely caressed her ankle when she moaned in agony. "I want to get an x-ray to ensure it is not broken." he mentioned as he went to get the portable x-ray machine and the vest to protect her body from the radiation. "Fair enough." Payson spoke as she tried to wiggle her foot. "Good news Payson, your ankle is not broken, and your sprain is minor enough that you can go back to training after lunch. Until then, I want you in here to ice it." Trainer Steve diagnosed after he examined the pictures of her ankle.

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