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Make it or Break it: "Five times" Not with me 'and one time' Because of me, '"


Title: 'five times' not me' and one time 'for me,' "
Fandom: Make it or Break it
Genre: gene and romance
Prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 4 - "Not with me!" by 120_minuten
Pairing: gene and Sasha / Summer, Emily / Razor
Rating: PG 12
Word Count: 748 words.
Summary: 2nd Charaktäre idea of development in Season
Disclaimer: Make It or Break It is the property of ABCFamily.
A / N: SPOILER for the entire 2 Season, including the season finale.

"five times, not with me 'and a time for me,'"

I. Emily
you would not be intimidated by Beals! But she had a lot of work too hard. Today's training was a pain and even a blind man had heard that it was "the new coach" out to get. It was just a mystery why? Alone on her trip to Paris could not lie, do you? Discouraged, she wiped the sweat from his forehead. She could not afford now to break. Scratching their courage she reached through the back, lifted his chin and took a deep breath. Oh, no! Ellen Beals would not they break.

II Kaylie:
None specific about them except her. She was the champion, they had to win. Of whether they won or lost, everything depended. Her parents relied on them, Sasha relied on her, her teammates relied on them, Beals was relying on it. She had to win!
regarded her with disgust the banana, which she held in her hand and threw it just decided in the trash. , Not with me, "she whispered softly," not with me! "

III. Lauren:
Sasha! She could not believe it. First, she left her father, Then she ran on her trainer. That could not be true! Summer belonged to her, to her family. She was like a mother to her and she would not allow someone like Sasha in the way of their plans. Her eyes wandered up to the office where Sasha Summer and worked together. Oh no, they could not do with it. You would have to find some way to bring the two apart. Finally, she always got what she wanted.

IV Sasha:
He had not made the decision easy. Back to work as a coach, had cost him overcome it. But when he first Days had put behind him, he knew it was correct. He loved his profession, felt the soft inner tension, when he entered the hall, and the ridiculous joy when he got the smell of chalk and sweat in the nose. This was his world, the gymnasts his responsibility.
Exhausted, he sank on the bed, thinking. He had wanted the best for his athletes, but it generated was a disaster. He was the coach, who was on leave when it was close. The person who gave them breathing space, so that they could fully concentrate on their sport.
Instead, he was the one who had hurt them unintentionally - and that was something with which he could not live. Basically, he already knew what he had to do, what was the only the only way to protect its athletes. They had the path he had taken with them, go with someone else's end - someone other than him.

V. Razor Razor
and Emily, Emily and Razor ... Lost in thought, he pulled at the sides of his guitar. He had let her go because he thought it was the right thing. He wanted to help her, give her the freedom she needed the support it needed. If this support was called Damon, it was how it is.
a moment he stared at the blank page before him, he attacked hard and furiously in the strings. Damn! He loved Emily and he just could not let go. Determined, he got up and put the guitar on its stand. Her story was not over yet - not for him and hopefully not for them. He would do anything to get them back. Everything!
The jacket already in hand, he ran to the studio door when his manager came to meet him.

"Damon, old boy," said this loudly and wiggled his eyebrows, "I have the perfect idea for your new video. I only say dancers'. "

VI. Payson:
She was the reason that all this happened and she felt terrible! Had she not been so stupid and would have kissed Sasha, then ...
Depressed, she turned and stared at the wall. Then there was her father, who had given their coach to understand very clearly that he no longer accepted as a coach. Payson surreptitiously wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. Why was all so complicated? Sadly she stared at the wall when she heard her bedroom door opened.

"Payson", her father's voice sounded through the darkness. "Your mother says I do not listen. Is that right? "He began, and an inevitably smile crossed her face.

"Sometimes," she replied and turned to face him.