Pre-Season flew by with Jeremy and Percy impressing everyone. And they made the final roster. Soon the roster for the Boston Blackhawks was set. Led by Jonathan Getzlaf, the captain, many critics and analysts were already talking about the talent on the team.

The regular season start was one day away now. All the players were excited and anxious. They were ready to get the season going and itching to play hockey again.

The pre-game warmups were under way and Jeremy Sagan was passing a puck back and forth with his new friend in Percival Kane. Percy stickhandled, cradling the small black disk in his blade and then flicked it up in a sudden rapid swoop, so that he was able to lift the puck into the air on the blade of his stick. He tossed it up off the stick blade a few times, expertly tossing it up and catching it and bouncing it in place, barely moving.

Then when he'd had enough, he whacked it over to Jeremy, who kicked up and bouncing it off his skate to his own stick and back again and then back to Percy, who let the puck fall to the ice. The young man went back to stickhandling and cradling the puck, before tapping it to Jeremy, who copied the stickhandling moves.

Jonathan skated over wearing a warm, friendly expression on his face. He skidded up and put an arm around Percy, who looked at him with big blue eyes. "What are you two up to?"

Jeremy stopped fooling around and took his helmet off. "What do you think, Jonny?" He shook his gorgeous dark brown wavy hair locks out and flashed his captain a smile. "Percy and I are warming up. What better warm up than stickhandling a puck with your offensive twin?!"

"No, no, you're right. You're doing good."

"Then what are you doing here, Getzy?" Jeremy asked with a chuckle, as he put his helmet back on and clipped the strap back in place.

"I wanted to introduce the newest Blackhawk."

"Oh. And that is?" Percy questioned with curiosity.

Jonathan's hand was still around the blond forward's shoulder and he guided him around so that he was facing Jeremy's view path, which looked back at the bench behind them. An older man with similar wavy hair to Jeremy's, only darker in color stood with an awkward smile on his face.

"Percy, Jeremy, this is Brampton."

Brampton waved just as awkwardly as his expression. Percy and Jeremy waved back.

"Brampton, this is Jeremy Sagan and Percival Kane. They are both rookies with stellar talent."

"I know. I've heard," Brampton spoke finally, breaking his awkwardness. He looked at Jeremy, who was eyeing him with a keen interest. "I know Segs, there, actually."

Jonathan was shocked. "Really? How?"

"Brandy and I used to play together...and we represented Canada together in the World Juniors. How've you been?" Jeremy answered, skating forward and winking at Brampton, who smiled at him.

"Well, the NHL is a lot tougher than the Juniors, that's for sure. But I've managed."

"And you're still shy and awkward, man. Who knew we'd see each other again?"

"Let alone be on the same team...again!"

"Couldn't get enough of me, eh, Brandy?"

"Who can?" Brampton rolled his eyes playfully and earned a gentle cross-check from the younger man.

Jonathan and Percy shared a look and shrugged in unison. Jeremy chuckled like a little kid and lost his footing. He fell to the ice, still laughing. Brampton shook his head and finally broke out in a small laughter.

"You haven't changed at all Segs. You're still a giggly mess!" Brampton remarked, helping Jeremy back to his skates.

The others skated over, including the Russian, Nikita and the pest, Crow. Nikita whined in Russian and swatted at Crow, who was chirping him, getting in his pest role for the game. (Poor Nikita, he's Crow's number one victim.) Behind them, Scooby and Tyler were conversing. Tyler seemed to be gesturing to the goalie in a way that was hockey-related and Scooby was explaining something to him.

"Coach wants us to finish up and then get ready for the game!!" Crow shouted. "Also, get a room Bram-Bram and Seggy!!"

"You wish you could have some, Crow!" Jeremy snapped back and went into another fit of chuckles. He had grown much more comfortable in the transition than Percy had. Jeremy was very outgoing afterall.

"At least I've got better chirps than you! Where'd you get that chirp from...did Brandy tell you?" Crow laughed as he slammed against another Blackhawk at the boards and screamed, "Woo! Fuckin' right Boston! We're gonna get the cup this year!!"

Jeremy was on the ice, chuckling nonstop, while Brampton stood, attempting to get him back up but ending up getting pulled down onto the ice as well. Jonathan and Percy shared another look with each other and shrugged.

"Nikita help!" Nikita exclaimed and skated over to Brampton and Jeremy. He attempted to help them both up now, but gave up and folded his arms. "Too big men. No can pick up."

Somehow the practice got back into a serious mode and wrapped up and everyone was getting ready in their uniforms for the evening game. The Blackhawks had the first game of the season, going against the Stanley Cup winning San Jose Shruingers. It was set to be an intense match-up and prime kick-off to the new season.

Jeremy and Percy exchanged glances in the hallway, all ready and dressed. They were given a pep talk from the Captain before the entire roster lined up in the hallway. Boston had the home ice advantage and so the announcer began to run through the roster. Crow's name was called and he let out a loud, "Woo!" before he skated out of the smoky tunnel and onto the ice to cheers.

"Number 29, Tyler Marchand." Jeremy and Percy saw the new alternate captain skate out onto the ice. He looked calm and serious and determined. Jeremy liked Tyler's sick blond flow (hockey vernacular for hair style).

He was greeted by more female cheers, but still cheers nonetheless. And hey, why not, Tyler was a handsome young man.

Scooby was next. The goalie fistbumped everyone on his way through the tunnel and raised his stick up. This was Scooby's second year in the league and as a Blackhawk, so he was still new, but from what the two rookies had seen, he was a regular Corey Crawford-type.

"Flippin' right Boston!!" Scooby shouted out as he launched from the tunnel.

"Number 43, Nikita Nichushkin!" The Russian smiled and skated from the tunnel to his applause. He shouted something in Russian, but it wasn't audible.

"Number 19, your Boston Blackhawk captain, Jonathan Getzlaf!" Jonathan winked at Percy and launched out the tunnel, calmly raising his stick up as he skated out onto the ice. The applause was thunderous, almost like he was the best player ever.

"Now, please help me in welcoming three new faces to the roster, Number 14, Brampton Benn!" Brampton patted Jeremy on the shoulder and skated out. "Number 91, Jeremy Sagan!" Jeremy looked at Percy, before he too launched out, following what the others had done.

He found himself in near darkness as he raised up his stick like the captain and everyone else had. He paused in his stride and took in the setting around him, millions of fans clapping and welcoming him and a dozen blinking lights as though he were a movie star getting swarmed by the paparazzi.

He finally skated over to the blue line, where the others were. He stopped by Brampton, who turned and nodded to him.

"And number 88, Percival Kane!" Percy had no one else to look at or wink at, so he shrugged, taking a deep breath and zoomed from the tunnel. He blinked in amazement at the spectacle of the arena around him and suddenly his nervousness disappeared.

He was home.

Percy joined the others on the blue line, winking to Jeremy. "This is gonna be amazing, right Percy? Think about it, we'll soon be adored by millions of hot young teenage women who will want nothing more than to write steamy fanfiction fantasies about us!"

"You need help Jer," Percy chuckled and turned to look at the arena full of fans as the lights were raised and Jonathan launched off the blue line, followed by everyone else. They began to take laps around, warming their legs up, while the announcer talked about the team.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your 2014-2015 Boston Blackhawks team!" The crowd went even more nuts at the announcer's greeting.