A bit of lighthearted one now guys, well it's definitely not traumatising anyway.

This story has been prompted by reallyme and the prompt was Jason starts boxing after moving to Hollyoaks. Enjoy!

"Woah Jason," Fraser said in shock, as the young Roscoe barrelled through the kitchen, throwing his bag onto the table and almost knocking over the older man's cup of tea in the process. "Calm down would ya? Where's the fire?"

"What? Oh, sorry," Jason muttered, obviously not paying full attention to his mum's boyfriend as he went to move out of the kitchen.

"Come here mate," Fraser demanded, shooting a warm smile as Jason turned back around with an audible sigh. "What's up with you today? You're never normally in such a mood."

"Nothing, sorry Fraser." Jason said, not in the mood to go spilling his guts, the memory from earlier that day, still playing through his head.

"So who'd you get with at Liam's on Friday?" Kim asked her close friend Holly Cunningham, the Monday after a huge party had been held. Half the school was talking about it, trying to work out who made out with who, as well as trying to piece together the missing puzzle pieces, that the alcohol had so kindly made them forget.

"Tom Cotton," the blonde replied as she grabbed her Chemistry book from her locker. "That was a mistake and a half though. He was a rubbish kisser."

"That it?" Kim asked, flicking a ginger lock over her shoulder. "Because I've heard differently."

"What?" Holly asked, an inflection of panic in her voice as she tried to think of anyone else that she could have possibly made out with, too many hazy patches in her mind to calm her.

"Well, Jake said he saw you and Jason Roscoe go off together, and everyone knows he has like, a mad crush on you."

"Oh my God really?" Holly groaned, the embarrassment obvious in her tone. "Nothing happened between us, like we had some weird conversation about snowboarding, but that was it. Is everyone saying that I kissed him?"

"Not everyone... but quite a few people," Kim shrugged, grinning as she saw her usually composed friend flush a furious red, in a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"I swear, if he was the one to start this, I'm going to kill him," Holly promised, already thinking of ways to humiliate the shyer boy. "Like I would ever get with him. Have you seen him for God's sake. He's so scrawny and I prefer people with an actual personality."

Kim laughed harshly at her friend's description of Jason, before the pair went to their next lesson, completely unaware that the subject of their conversation was standing mere metres away from them and had heard every single word.

"Now I don't believe that for a moment Jase. I know I've only known you for a few months but I'm quite good at reading people and the only reason you'd ever act like this, is because something has seriously annoyed you." Fraser said, his tone still warm and patient. "I might not be family, but you do know you can talk to me whenever you want right?"

"Yeah I know," Jason sighed, trying to calm himself down, after all it wasn't Fraser's fault that everyone saw him as useless. "I'm just not really in the mood for talking at the moment."

Jason grabbed his school bag from the table, fully intent on hiding away in his room and doing as much as school work as he could to keep his mind off the day's events. Maybe if he got the grades to get into a good and far away university, he'd find someone who would actually like him for being him. Away from this crappy village.

As he moved away though, the magazine that Fraser had been reading caught his eye and made him stop in his paces. It seemed to be a general sporting magazine, though Fraser had opened it up to a large spread on boxing.

"Didn't know you boxed?" Jason said, motioning to the article that Fraser had obviously taken great interest in, if the scribbles written all over it were anything to go by.

"Ah I used to when I was a lot younger," Fraser chuckled, eyes lighting up as Jason relaxed minutely. "I'm a bit too old now, but I've done my fair bit of training in the past too. I've seen the boxing bag in the garage, is that yours?"

"Kind of the whole family's," Jason replied, shrugging as he spoke. "Mum got it when Joe's temper was really bad, told him to use it to calm down, but we all muck about with it every now and again. It's just something to do when we're bored at the garage I guess, but I always thought it would be cool to have a proper go you know? I just never got chance cause there were no clubs or nothing at our old place and it's probably too late now."

"It's never too late to try something new," Fraser mused, already looking deep in thought. "I know of a few competitions going on, they're all local so nothing big, but we could get you entered for those if you want. I could help you get training, sort out what you need and just see where you get."

"You reckon? It'd be that easy?" Jason asked, warming to the idea quickly. "Course it is, if you know the right people that is and luckily for you, I know all the right people."

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"You've got good technique kid," Fraser told Jason as they left the gym a few days after their initial talk. Both men were still lightly flushed from their earlier workout, though they'd long since managed to catch their breath back.

Fraser couldn't help but chuckle at the disbelieving look that Jason shot him. "I'm being serious, for someone who's only used a boxing bag, you did really well. You have some real natural talent, and with a bit more practice you'll be winning at every competition you're entered in."

"Brill," Jason smiled, warming at the thought that maybe, just maybe he could be something other than the school swot with no personality.

Maybe he could actually be good at something. The pair continued walking through the village, quietly talking about some of the competitions that Fraser thought Jason would do well in, and the younger boy was already buzzing at the prospect of merely taking part, never mind do as well as Fraser was predicating.

The rest of week carried on as normally as any other week would do, though Jason found himself spending more and more time down the gym, using one of the side rooms to get as much practice in as possible.

He was enjoying the sport more than he ever thought possible and he found himself counting down the minutes to when he would find himself back in the makeshift ring, either training with Fraser or someone else from the gym, who was eager for a practice.

It was miles better than the boxing bag in the garage, though he found himself using that more than he ever had done, just to get a bit more practice in when he didn't have time to go down to the gym. His brothers had all noticed the change in Jason, liking the positive effect the boxing was having on him, though as all brothers did, they couldn't help but mock him.

"Come on Jase, stop mucking about and help me with this car," Joe called across the garage floor, poking his head from out under the bonnet of a rusty ford, to see his younger brother breathing heavily as he punched the bag with better form and more precision, than any of the other Roscoes had ever achieved, though he paused when Joe called him over.

"Don't disturb him bruv," Ziggy called from the other side of the garage, catching everyone's attention. "He's going to be a superstar boxer remember? Don't want to stop him now, or us mere mortals may hold him back."

"Oh haha," Jason snarked, grabbing a towel from the side and wiping away the thin layer of sweat that had begun forming. "What you need Joe?"

"Nah, I can get Rob to do it, don't want to disturb you after all," Joe said, chuckling when Jason shot him a glare, though there was no heat behind his eyes.

"Ooh he's getting angry, be careful lads. Don't want him turning all hulk on us." At his twin's comment, Jason chucked the towel in Robbie's direction, snorting as his brother cried out in disgust, before throwing the towel back at Jason.

As the two youngest Roscoes began play fighting, Joe rolled his eyes, muttering to his other two brothers, "You just can't get the staff these days."

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"I think you're ready to enter a competition now," Fraser told Jason, a few weeks later.

"You reckon?" Jason asked, eyes shining. His love for boxing had only grown the more he did it and he was desperate to get out there and move away from the tiny side room in the gym.

"Do you think I'd say it if I didn't think so?" Fraser said smoothly, handing over a small leaflet he'd spotted in the gym earlier that day. "There's a small competition next Friday, nothing big, but they're looking for some fresh blood. You interested?"

"Yeah, that'd be really good," Jason smiled, reading over the poster and already wanting to fill out the entering form on the back. Fraser smiled at the boy's enthusiasm before handing him a pen so he could fill it out, telling him he'd send it out the next day.

As Jason went to tell his family the news, Fraser couldn't stop the smile from growing. Over the last few months, he'd really grown to care, even love the Rosoces. The whole family had managed to get under his skin without him noticing until it was too late.

Surprisingly he wouldn't have it any other way. He loved Sandy with all his heart and he hadn't felt this way about a woman for absolute years, since the breakdown of his marriage eight years ago, every other relationship had been no feelings and just sex.

He avoided women with families like the plague and as soon as they started to seem clingy, he vanished, never to be seen again. This, well this was new and Fraser found himself finally being able to relax around people, though he'd never let them see his true colours.

He, by some stroke of luck, had found people to care about and who cared for him also, he wasn't going to let that go without a fight, and if that meant he was getting whiplash from the startling differences between his two very different lives, well so be it. It was a worthy sacrifice for the happiness he was currently feeling.

"Thank you love," Sandy's soft tone shook him out of his thoughts, as she snaked her arms around his waist, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"What for?"

"For the effort you've made with all the boys, Jason especially. He's really come out of his shell since he started boxing and that's all down to you."

"He's a good lad, they all are," Fraser said, shrugging, though he smiled at the praise, turning to kiss Sandy. Maybe, just maybe, he'd found something perfect.

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"What are you doing?" Jason asked Robbie the next day, as he found his twin sticking up flyers of his upcoming boxing fight, all over the school.

"What's it look like? And they say you're the smart one," Robbie huffed, moving to stick up another poster, though he was stopped by Jason.

"I can see what you're doing, but why?"

"It's your first fight, want everyone to see you win bruv," Robbie replied smoothly, making no motion to move, though he grinned when he saw a couple of girls look at the poster, shooting Jason interested looks, before giggling to one another.

Jason didn't move away, instead choosing to shoot a confused look at Robbie, whilst resolutely ignoring the girls who still hadn't moved away from their spot, mere metres from the two brothers. He knew Robbie wasn't being entirely truthful, whilst a good brother (sometimes), he never did something without an ulterior motive.

Then it hit him. "Please tell me you're not betting on me," he said through gritted teeth, getting the answer when Robbie was unable to look him in the eye. "Robbie!"
"Oh don't get in such a stress Jase. I've already made a mint and we can split the profit."

"Stop betting on me! And take those bloody posters down, I don't want loads of people there. If I lose it's just going to be embarrassing and I probably will, I don't exactly have a load of experience."

"Well it's too late, half the school's seen them and bought tickets. But you'll be fine anyway, I've seen you practice, there's no way you're losing." Jason rolled his eyes at Robbie's words, moving away so he could get to his next class.

"And if you don't, well I could always make sure you win!" Jason sighed, though he chose to ignore Robbie's bellow. He couldn't find it in himself to take down the posters, maybe he was good enough to win, without cheating.

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"You remember what I told you?" Fraser asked Jason as the latter finished warming himself up for the fight, the nerves that were running through him, making him more excited for the fight than anything else.

"Keep a clear head and try to keep to the defense, before going on the offensive," Jason repeated the older man's words back to him, chuckling as Fraser practically sagged in relief. "You're more nervous than I am."

"Well I haven't done this for a while," Fraser admitted, passing Jason's water bottle to him. "I forgot how nervous I get before a fight, even when I'm not the one actually taking part."

Before Jason could say anything, one of the organisers let themselves in the room, letting Jason know he was to get to the ring and quickly leaving, no doubt to find his opponent. The pair made their way through the winding corridor before reaching the main room, the boxing ring in plain sight where the previous fight was just finishing up.

Jason glanced around the room, quickly spotting his family who all mouthed good luck to him, not taking their eyes off of him. He also saw a number of his classmates, surprised by how many had actually turned up and by how many had homemade posters, all supporting him.

He made his way to the ring when motioned to do so, the cheers of the audience around him almost deafening when he spotted his opponent. Jason took a calming breath, quickly getting into the head space as the referee lifted the whistle to his lips.

When the shrill sound hit his ears, he jumped forward, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he lifted his fists. All around he heard the cheers of the audience, some screaming to support him, some not. A warm feeling passed through him as he spotted the posters and Jason knew that he'd be okay. Whether he won this fight or not.

And you guys can decide if he did or not ;)

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