You leave me Spelbound This chapter has been prompted by H20xSpelboundfanx. The prompt wasJason is a member of BGT gymnastics group Spelbound where they audition for the show, not telling their families.

I hope you and everyone else enjoys this chapter.

Like most parents who want their children to do well later on in life (not only with their CV's but with their social skills also) Sandy Roscoe had signed up all five of her children to various activities when they were still fairly young.

Between the ages of five and seven they had all joined the local football team, went swimming once a week and were members of the gymnastics class down the local leisure centre. As they all grew up, they all jumped round, quitting various clubs in favour of others, swimming was taken out of the equation for Ziggy so he could start playing tennis.

By the time they had moved to Hollyoaks village, the three eldest had long since stopped all extra-curriculars (as many people do once they've finished school) and Robbie only continued with football whilst Jason had stayed put with gymnastics throughout the years. Both twins were good at their respective sports, winning many trophies over the years to celebrate that fact.

Although neither of them could picture themselves continuing with football or gymnastics into their adult life, as soon as they had settled into the village the two youngest Roscoes went about, trying to find clubs for their respective sports. Luckily it didn't take long for Jason or Robbie and they made arrangements to meet with their future coaches as soon as they could.

Football try-outs were held first, and on the Tuesday afternoon Robbie made his way down to the local football club, a bundle of excitement and nervous energy. It was a fairly large field and when he arrived there was around a dozen or so lads warming up already, whilst a tanned man in his early 40's ordered them around. He spotted Robbie fairly quickly and ran over, hand outstretched. "Robbie right? I'm Bernie Clarkson, football coach. You okay to show us what you got?"

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"How'd it go?" Jason asked when Robbie got back to the house a few hours later, his face still flushed from the exertion.

"Brill, got in didn't I," Robbie crowed, pumping his arm in the air in celebration. "Well done mate," Jason smiled, genuinely pleased for his brother. "When's yours again?" Robbie asked, pulling off his football boots and chucking them to the side.

"Two days time," Jason replied, looking slightly nervous at the thought of his upcoming tryouts.

"Don't look so scared bruv, you were like the best one back home, it'll be the same here." Jason nodded, still looking unconvinced. "You'll be fine Jase, we all know it." Jason only nodded, going through all the different movements and techniques in his head, trying to prepare himself as well as he possibly could.

Eventually Thursday arrived, though it felt like no time whatsoever for Jason, who if anything, was more nervous than before. He arrived at the leisure centre in plenty of time for his try-out and began stretching as the clock continued ticking. Just as the clock struck 11, three people, two men and a woman walked through the main doors into the gym, all smiling and laughing with one another.

"Jason I presume?" the man in the middle asked, shaking hands with the young Roscoe. "I'm Neil Griffiths, we talked on the phone."

Jason smiled and nodded. "Hello,"

"I'm the head coach for all the gymnastic teams here, this is Andy and he's also a coach and Nicola here is our choregrapher for competitions." Jason greeted the other two, shaking hands with all three. After all pleasantries were exchanged, he was led to a small row of benches where Neil grabbed a clipboard and pen.

"Don't look so nervous, we just need to ask you a few simple questions to make sure we put you in the right class." Neil said reassuringly.

"Do you have many levels here then?"

"We have three main ones, beginner, intermediate and advanced, though a few of those are split into a few sub-sections, depending on what grades people are on and the different type of gymnastics they do. Those three groups mainly stick together and make it easier for us to enter people in competitions." Jason nodded, already wondering what level he would be placed in.

"So Jason," Nicola asked, leaning back comfortably on the floor where she was sat cross legged. "What type of gymnastics do you mainly practice?"

"In my old club I mainly did acrobatic gymnastics though I've also done a bit of artistic." All three coaches nodded and Neil began writing on the clipboard.

"And how long have you been doing gymnastics?" "I've been doing acrobatic gymnastics for nine years and artistic for the last three, though not as devotedly."

"Okay, and what position are you normally in for acrobatics?"

"In my last group I was mainly the flyer but I have been the top a few times too." And the questioning continued. It wasn't a gruelling process and Jason understood why it was needed, if he was to get the most out of gymnastics he needed to be placed in the appropriate group, so in the next fifteen minutes of the mini-interview the Neil, Andy and Nicola learnt that he had passed many grades with merits and even a few distinctions and that he participated in many competitions over the years.

Most of them were quite small and local, his old class having set them up specifically though he had entered the Acrobatic Gymnastics World Championships in both 2010 and 2012 with his team where they came in fifth and third respectively.

"I think that's all we need to know," Neil smiled, placing his clipboard down. "We just need to see you perform some moves now, so how about we call out what we want you to do and see how well you can do it?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Jason nodded, making his way to the mat in the centre of the gym, re-stretching slightly. When he was ready, the three coaches began calling out moves, starting out slowly and getting steadily harder, though Jason was happy to do anything they told him to and managed it all with ease.

"Front aerial."

"Layout."

"Full twist."

"Tuck."

"Double pike." When they had finished directing him, Jason made his way back to the mat, panting heavily but smiling. He knew he had done well, he could feel it, could see it on the others faces as they talked quietly to one another.

Luckily they didn't take long (Jason wasn't sure his nerves could take it, it was one thing thinking you'd done well, it was another watching people talk about what you had just done) and the three walked up smiling. "You're very good Jason, with a lot of experience, we've needed someone like you to join for a long time now. We're going to put you in the advanced class, we all think you'll flourish in there but if we don't think you're coping or if you don't feel comfortable there we'll move you down to the intermediate group."

"Thank you," Jason said, smiling widely. He couldn't believe his luck, to be placed in the highest group with such little trouble was amazing and he felt on top of the world.

"We meet every Tuesday, Friday and Sunday at four to half five though if we're preparing for a competition more classes will be posted and current ones are lengthened." Jason nodded, thanked all three coaches once more and made his way out of the gym, still smiling, ready for his first class the very next day.

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Even though he was still excited the next day, when he entered the gym and got ready for his first class, Jason could help the nerves that were increasing the minute. He old group had been amazing and he had fit in well there, and now he was scared that he wouldn't here. What if they were all much better than him and he looked really bad? What if no-one actually liked him and he spent every lesson on his own with no-one to talk to?

Banishing the negative thoughts from his head, Jason took a deep breath and entered the large gym where thirteen others were all warming up. They all stopped what they were doing when he entered, staring curiously. Before Jason could decide that this was a terrible idea, and run out of the building and never come back Neil came jogging from the side, hand held out."Glad you could make it Jason,"

"Good to be here."

"All right class," Neil called, catching the group's attention once more. "This is Jason Roscoe, he's recently moved up here and is joining the class. Now myself, Andy and Nicola have put him through his paces and know he's more than good enough for this class so be nice. I'm talking to you Leighanne." A tall blonde girl rolled her eyes dramatically at Neil's comment as the others all laughed. "Now, I want you to introduce yourselves and make Jason feel comfortable. Adam, tell Jason what he needs to know,"

A ginger lad, who didn't look much older than Jason nodded and smiled warmly at the newest member. "So I'm Adam," he began, walking over as Neil moved away. "I'm team coach, so if you have any problems then just come to me. These guys are Adam B, Alex, John, Douglas, Ed, Nick, Katie, Leighanne, Lauren, Hollianne, Abby and Amy." As each name was called out, a different member lifted a hand to signify who they were, not that it really helped.

"It's hard at first hey?" Leighanne said laughing. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it," The next ten minutes were spent talking as Jason learnt more about the class he had now joined. He learnt that Nick was the oldest member at twenty four (though Alex was only a few months younger) and Amy was the youngest at the tender age of twelve. He was also told that although they all trained and learnt together, they didn't participate together.

This made sense, most competitions would only allow to compete in a maximum of four so they all split between pairs and groups of threes and fours, though they joined together for any demonstrations or shows. "We call ourselves Spelbound," Adam had told him, but before he could learn more, the three coaches descended from the side steps, ready to put the class through their paces.

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The next few months were some of the best in Jason's life. He loved his gymnastics class and formed a good bond with all of his classmates, despite the very different age range. The majority of them were at Hollyoaks High and both Katie and Lauren were in his year, meaning that when he started he already had a few good friends to rely on and look out for. He had just gotten home from training one day when he heard unfamiliar laughing in the kitchen.

Desperate for a glass of water and wondering who was in his house, Jason made his to the kitchen, sparing a small smile when he saw Robbie and a few guys from their year seated around the kitchen table, poring over a laptop. "What you doing?" he asked as he poured himself a generous glass of orange juice.

"Britain's got Talent's coming to Chester at the end of January."

"No way," Jason gaped, rushing to the screen to see the information for himself. It was true, the group were on the official homepage and a date along with details on how to enter were on screen. "Please don't tell me you aren't going to audition?" He asked, only somewhat joking.

"Don't be daft Jase, but you know that Casey from year 11?"

"She's a cow," Jason replied bluntly, ignoring the laughs from the other two boys in the room who didn't see him as outspoken in the slightest and were always shocked by his sharp tongue.

"And she's tone deaf," one of them commented – Joey, Jason reminded himself. "She posted a video on facebook asking if she should sing it for her audition," At this point Robbie pulled up the video and pressed play. It was true, the poor girl sounded like she was being murdered, the worst thing was the dozens of comments telling her she was good and should go for it.

"Now that's just cruel," Jason said, somewhat amazed by the cruelty of people. All three lads shrugged.

"We ain't put anything there, most of those things are from her family so they're to blame when her dreams are ruined." Jason sighed, not even bothering to read through all the comments, it wasn't fair on Casey but even if she was told that she wasn't any good she wouldn't listen. She was one of the meanest girls Jason had ever met and would just cause a fight if anyone stood up against her. Maybe it was just karma. As he went to leave, an idea struck and he knew what had to be done.

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The next day he found Lauren and Katie well before tutor and pulled both of them aside. "Emergency meeting at lunch. Try to get everyone at the leisure centre for one, but don't tell Neil, Andy or Nicola."

"Why? What have you done Jase?" Lauren asked, flicking her long hair over her shoulder carelessly.

"Nothing, yet. I just don't want to get coach involved if it's not worth it, but you know how we need to raise money for our competitions next year? Well I think I may have a way." Before the pair of girls could question him further, Jason had already run off, trying to locate the rest of the team.

"Do you have any idea what he's up to?" Katie asked, an inflection of fear in her voice.

"No idea K," Lauren replied, already dialling Adam's phone number. "Hey Adam, it's me, Lauren."

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By the time Jason was at the leisure centre, the rest of the class had made themselves comfortable, though each one was as confused as the other. "What's this about J?" Adam asked, speaking as he often did on behalf of the team.

"I'm sure most of you have heard about Britain's got Talent coming to Chester." At this everyone nodded, everyone in the whole city was excited about it, it was the first time the talent show was coming to the city and everyone wanted a go. "Well I thinking... we should go for it," Silence met his suggestion, though some of the younger contestants were already buzzing with excitement.

"Is that allowed?" Ed asked, looking over to Adam for confirmation. "I mean, we're all kind of professionals, well we've all represented Britain before."

"It's fine," Jason nodded, his smile still not fading. "I was going over the guidelines with a fine comb last night and we're good." At this the others all allowed themselves to become excited, Britain's got Talent was worldwide and that sort of publicity would be amazing, the thought of getting to the live shows, to showcase their talents would be amazing.

As they looked over the application form that Jason had printed off the night before, the voice of their coach echoing throughout the hall stopped them in their tracks. "Now I know you all love my class, but to turn up now, in the middle of the school day and with there still being a whole day till your next lesson, well you'll have to excuse me for being slightly wary." As one the small group of fourteen turned to face their Neil, who if anything, was looking slightly amused.

Jason was pushed to the front, application still in hand and as he threw a glare to the others all they did was shrug, though as always Leighanne had a sarcastic comment to add. "You're idea and you're the newbie. Sorry kid, but you're in the firing line here."

"You're four months older than me," Jason muttered back, though all he got was a toothy smile in return. Sighing he turned back to Neil and explained what they were hoping to do.

"And you all really want to do this?" Everyone nodded and Jason spoke up again.

"I know it's a long shot, but if we did win it would really help us out. £100,000 is a lot of money and we spend so much money on transportation anyway. And if we don't win at least we're getting publicity for this sport.

"Barely anyone knows what acrobatic gymnastics is, and nearly everyone I know gets it mixed up with artistic. We can't enter the Olympics and I'm not saying that this would change anything, but it might make our competitions better known events."

Neil nodded, mulling over his newest member's words, knowing that he was right and that it could be beneficial for the whole sport, never mind their class. "Where's that application form then?" he finally said, laughing at they all began cheering. "We're going to have to work harder than ever, the first auditions are in two months time and we have four to get through before the live ones."

The team all nodded and Neil knew they could do it. They were all good kids and he had never met a group that worked so hard. They made plans to meet up that evening and then disbanded going their own separate ways, either back to school or to their respective work places. That evening the gym was alive with energy. No-one could stay still, the prospect of what they were doing finally sinking in. The practice wasn't particularly gruelling though it was more to think of what to do with everyone than anything else.

Although the whole team often got together to perform in local shows, this was by far the biggest thing they would ever do and they needed to make sure it was the best thing they ever did. They worked out a small basis for everything, they would all come together in the beginning of the performance, then split into their competition teams (Jason and Douglas, John, Alex and the two Adams, Amy and Abby, Dom, Alice and Ed and Hollianne, Leighanne and Lauren) before coming together as one big team for the very end.

"What are we going to tell our families?" Katie asked as they were packing up for the night. "I mean, I kind of want to surprise them on the day and not let them know before-hand."

"We should so do that," Leighanne declared. "Their faces when they see us will be so funny."

"And how will we get them there?" Douglas asked, liking the idea but still rational enough to see the massive problems there.

"Say you won a raffle or something and got four tickets for yourself and family. That's quite a good number and the number is big enough to accommodate siblings."

"Yeah, except when you have my family," Jason sighed. "Six is quite a big number too, but I can wing it, no problem." He smiled at his team-mates, all of them laughing as they left the building, excited for what the future held.

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The team soared through the initial audition progress with ease and at the beginning of January they were working through their final routine in preparation of their live audition. January 23rd was a date none of them would be forgetting in a hurry.

The biggest problem they were having was trying to get their family to the shows without raising suspicions. Everyone bar Jason, Hollianne and Alex had managed to hand the needed number of tickets over and the pressure was now on for the remaining three. Jason had been thinking long and hard on what he could he do and was still struggling with a good idea.

The hardest part would be convincing his family why he wouldn't be going though as he was working his way through his mum's latest 'meal' inspiration struck. Waiting till everyone had finished eating he finally spoke up.

"Uh the gym was holding this charity raffle last week," he began, only to be interrupted by his mum.

"And you telling me this now, you know I love a good raffle,"

Rolling his eyes, Jason continued, long since used to his mother's dramatics and constant interruptions. "Anyway I entered and won first prize." The room was filled with dramatic oooh's from Freddie and Ziggy, though Jason could tell they were all excited. "I won tickets for myself and my whole family to the Britain's got Talent auditions later this month."

There was silence for a few moments before they began celebrating. Everyone had been planning on going to watch it anyway, the fact that they didn't have to pay for their day of amusement made it all the better. Jason smiled at his family's excitement, hoping that his plan would work.

"I did it," he yelled the next day during rehearsals, causing the others to cheer in celebration.

"Only Alex left to go now," Adam laughed, limbering up for that day's lesson. With the audition mere weeks away, the team had begun practising every other day for two hours, with the intention to do it everyday when there was only a week to go. It created confusion from the other gym staff, as everyone was being kept in the complete dark about their upcoming audition.

The team had decided early on they wanted to keep it a secret from absolutely everyone and so far no-one had twigged what they were going to do, a success in everyone's eyes. The practice was a long and gruelling one (as they all were nowadays) and Jason practically limped out of the gym at the end of it.

Although he had been a gymnast for many years now, he had never been worked so hard for so long, even his family were noticing that he was spending more time practising than he had done previously, though he had told them he had a few minor competitions coming up and they had left it alone, long since used to his absolute devotion to the sport. It would be worth it though, the falls, the sweat, the tears, they'd all be worth it when they walked out of Northgate Arena with all three yes' from the judges, ready to show the whole of Britain what they could do.

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The final week before their live audition was probably their hardest. They were so close to something that could possibly change their lives forever and they were working so hard that they whole team was stressed out. The youngest members were taking it the hardest, at only twelve and thirteen respectively both Amy and Hollianne were finding it hard keep so much secrets from their parents though when they both given the chance to tell their families neither actually went and did it.

"We've come too far now," Hollianne had said, wiping the tears from her face, before completing a set of complicated twists and flips to prove she was fine. The teens were also struggling, with mock exams to contend with too it was a difficult time for a large portion of the group, and many petty arguments had happened because of all the underlying stress and tension.

With only three days to go, all three coaches had, had enough and called their group over to the centre of the room. "In three days time you lot are going to be showing thousands of people exactly what you are made of," Neil began, his voice unusually stern. "I said when we first signed up that I thought we could do this, that we would breeze through the auditions, but now, now I'm not so sure. There are petty arguments every where I look and it's ruining the team. If we can't do this properly, then there's no point in doing this at all."

The room was silent as Neil's words sunk in, making the whole team look incredibly ashamed of themselves.

"We're sorry coach," Adam said, stepping up as team coach. "Everyone's just so stressed, but we'll do better." Neil smiled, glad his words had had some sort of affect on them, it only widening as the group got back to practising, with no bickering between any of them, just good solid team-work. Fortunately the rest of practice went much better and the team left the gym laughing and more light-hearted in weeks.

"Hey Jase," John's calling caught the older boy's attention and he waited for his base and lifter to catch up with him. Despite being three years younger, Jason was probably closest to John out of the whole group, which was probably a good thing.

They had been paired together shortly after Jason had arrived and were already set to enter many competitions together over the next year. They needed to trust one another, as the flyer's base, John needed to be there for Jason at all times, and fortunately the pair got on extremely well.

"When are you telling your family that you can't go to the show with them?" he asked. Whilst most people had told their families they only had enough tickets for them and not themselves, Jason knew he wouldn't get away with it with such a large (and frankly suspicious) family, so had decided to pretend that he was going as well, only to pull out at the last minute.

"Doing it tonight," he grimaced, already preparing himself for the fireworks. As he ran to catch his bus he called over his shoulder - "wish me luck!" As he heard the answering call from John, he could only think about how much he would need it. He was still nervous when he got back home, door clicking softly behind him.

"How was practice love?" Sandy called from the kitchen.

"Yeah about that," Jason started, making sure his voice seemed meek and unsure as he made his way to where his mum was stood.

"One of the contestants had to be dropped from a competition and we were next in line."

"That's great," Sandy smiled, though obviously confused by her son's apparent distressed state. "Isn't it?"

"The competition is on the day of Britain's got Talent."

"Oh." Sandy stopped what she was doing and turned fully to Jason. "Well couldn't you drop out? I mean those tickets were won by you." Jason only shook his head, biting his bottom lip slightly and making sure to look as upset as he could get away with.

"It's not fair on the others. I'm sorry mum,"

"Don't be sorry sweetheart, it's not your fault. Do you need me to drive you anyway in the mornnig?"

"Nah I'm good. You'll need to leave quite early if you want to get your seat and I'm sleeping at Ed's anyway." Technically none of that was a lie, though Jason still felt guilty about misleading his mum, unable to stay there for much longer (without cracking anyway) Jason made his departure from the kitchen, with the sole intention of a long hot shower to ease his aching muscles.

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Today was it, the chance to make a real impact on the world. The whole team were a bundle of nervous energy as they loaded onto the coach, everyone chatting loudly with one another in the hopes of hiding their nerves. Fortunately the roads were empty and they arrived at the arena with plenty of time to spare.

"All right team," Neil said, getting all their attention before they made their way to line up. "This is it. You have all worked so hard for this, we've all grown stronger, individually and as a team. We can do this!" The group all cheered loudly before making their way to the back of the constantly growing line.

"We're going to be here for hours," Amy groaned, standing on tiptoes to try and spot the start of the line. Before anyone could try and reassure her otherwise, two very familiar figures appeared on stand, towering over the crowd.

"Oh my God, is that Ant and Dec?" Jason asked, not sure why he was so stunned to see the pair of famous presenters. As one the crowd began cheering, only quietening when Dec raised his hands to get their attention.

"Hello," he called, laughing when everyone shouted back. "Is everyone excited to be here?"

"We're going to be doing a little bit of filming for the show before anyone is allowed to go in," Ant continued. "Now when we say so, we're going to need you all to say 'Chester's got Talent'." When he gave the signal, the whole crowd shouted the chant, some even waving a few banners around with their names on them. This continued for a few minutes until one of the crew motioned that they had enough footage.

"Well done guys. Now we're going to be starting with the groups first today, so if all the group acts – and that includes singers, dancers, magicians and the like – could make their way to the entrance,"

"Come on guys," Neil ushered them over, and they swiftly managed to get themselves their contestant stickers and seats in the middle of the hall. "We should be on in half an hour so if you all go and get changed,"

The group nodded, grabbing their costumes for the performance and running off to the closest toilets. "You nervous?" Jason asked Ed as they played with their hair in the bathroom mirrors. In every competition you had to look as good as possible and Britain's got Talent was no exception.

"Nah," Ed scoffed, though laughed at Jason's disbelieving look. "Scared shitless actually. If something goes wrong we'll be laughing stocks,"

"Well nothing's going to go wrong now is it lad," Adam said, leaving his cubicle, his street clothes in hand. "Now come on, we better get going." The three lads left the loos and met up with their team-mates.

"Who's Neil talking to?" John asked when they got back to the main hall and saw their coach deep in conversation with what seemed to be a crew member.

"You don't think we'll be on tv do you?" Leighanne squealed, running over to their coach. In fact, Leighanne was right. The man did work on the show and wanted to show their audition on the actual show.

"We've never had a group like you before on the show," he mentioned, setting up the camera. "It'll make it interesting." The next five minutes were a blur as he asked them al questions about what they did and their training schedule. In what felt like no time he was thanking them and they were being called up to the stage.

"This is it," Neil said, as the act before them went on stage. "We have one shot at this and we can't afford to mess it up." The next three minutes felt like both the shortest and the longest three minutes in Jason's life, as he waited desperately to be called up on stage. When the previous act walked past them, smiling widely, he took a deep breath and followed the others past the wings and onto the stage.

Despite the bright lights he found his family incredibly easily in the crowd and only smiled at their shocked faces. He made himself pay attention as Amanda commented on Ed's six pack and laughed with the team as he felt his mate puff up next to him.

"Do you have any family backstage?" Amanda asked, and the whole team started looking slightly sheepish.

"We didn't actually tell them we were auditioning." Adam admitted, causing the audience and judges to laugh. "But they're all in the audience somewhere." At this, all fourteen families stood up and began cheering and waving.

"Well I'm sure they'll all be very proud of you," Amanda smiled. "Good luck guys." The team smiled, before getting into position on stage, hearts hammering loudly against their chests. Once the music started however, the nerves faded for everyone.

They all got into the zone, solely concentrating on what would be needed to be done. Flips, throwing, lifts, they did it all. When their two minute spot was over, they made their way to the centre of the stage all stunned into silence by the standing ovation they received and from the judges kind words.

"You've got three yes' guys," Simon smiled. "Now go see your families." The team thanked the judges before making their way backstage, where once they were hidden from the crowd the screaming and the cheers began.

"We did it!" Jason cheered, hugging everyone as tightly as he could. "We actually went and did it." Before they could go back to change into their normal clothes, their path was blocked by fourteen stunned families.

The Roscoes all ran over to Jason, enveloping him in a large hug. "I can't believe you kept that hidden," Sandy laughed, lightly hitting him on the head. "No wonder you wanted us all to go so much."

"Well done squirt." Joe said. "You done us proud." The hugs from all the family continued and Jason couldn't stop smiling as he answered all their questions, the shock of getting through still not hitting home. Eventually the team re-met in the middle of the crowd.

"We'll be training more than ever now," Neil said, laughing as they all groaned at the thought. "And I need to get planning."

"Do you think they've ever had someone flying over the judges table before," Leighanne asked, looking over at Jason.

"No, definitely not. I'm not doing it," Jason protested, fearing the scheming glint in his coach's eye as the others only laughed, before moving past their families. The day had gone better than they had thought it would and they were ready, ready for the next step, whatever that would be.

I hope everyone enjoyed that, it's definitely the most different oneshot I've written so far, since it's kind of a crossover thing. Hopefully I've gotten everything right, though I made sure to research about various levels and types of gymnastics before writing this up, though there were some things which are probably purely fictional.

Like the three levels that gym have classes in, I did that because it was an easy way to get the whole team in one big class together as the team all perform in pairs or small groups. Please leave feedback either with a prompt or not, I love hearing from you guys, it genuinely makes my day.

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