"Я возьму это! (I'll take that!)" Nikita suddenly exclaims appearing behind PK Subban and ripping Yzerchuk from the grip of PK. He then tosses it toward TJ, shouting out, "Поймать TJ! (Catch!)"

Vladdy rushes over, intent on helping TJ out, knowing about his broken wrist and not wanting to chance Tampa's magical secret weapon shattering on the ice. Vladdy and TJ both catch Yzerchuk miraculously and the red glow begins to fade instantly. Subban's smirk vanishes as Vladdy and TJ share a look and begin to glow bright royal blue.

Then Yzerchuk flashes a bright white and blasts Subban with a bolt of electricity, sending him flying backward into the boards. He gasps in shock and watches as Yzerchuk returns to a healthy blue color. TJ and Vladdy smile and they stop glowing. TJ lifts his arms up and flexes his wrist. He feels no pain and it makes him smile more and laugh in relief.

"Thanks Yzerchuk, you healed me," TJ blurts out, talking to the sparking blue Lightning Bolt.

Steven cocks his head in curiosity. "Yzerchuk can heal people?"

"Guess so," Dani says with a shrug. "Cool. It literally heals the Lightning offense."

"And it even healed your eye...everything!" Vladdy exclaims, letting go of the Lightning Bolt and allowing TJ to have it.

"How did you get Yzerchuk back to the blue, we had full control over it!" Subban snaps, recovering from the attack.

TJ faces him. "Cause you underestimated us, PK."

"Yzerchuk belongs to the Lightning, not the Habs. You had a 'temporary control'...in the wrong hands, yes, the Lightning Bolt can be used for evil, but in the right hands, Yzerchuk is Tampa's blue spark! Now, I suggest you leave here and never bother us again. Play fairly or we might just double Yzerchuk's powers..." Steven explains with a wink.

****

February 2nd, 2016

It is a gorgeous Florida "winter" day in early February. The Tampa Bay Lightning players are all gathered around a podium in Thunder Alley. All the Bolts are wearing suits and ties of various styles and colors. There are also a few fans with jerseys on mixed in with the Lightning players. On this podium, stands two of the bravest Lightning players: a brunette, Tyler Johnson and a blond, Vladislav Namestnikov.

TJ and Vladdy share a look with one another, smiling, as they hold onto Yzerchuk, the magical lightning bolt that fuels the Tampa offense. TJ suddenly lets go of it and spins to the young blond Russian kid.

"I think this mainly belongs to you, Vladdy," TJ remarks. "I may have helped a little bit, but you did most of the work."

"I can't take all the credit, Johnny," Vladdy remarks. "Kuch, Pally, Stammer, everyone who helped out should share this moment."

Steven, Nikita and Ondrej smile and shake their heads in unison as TJ gets off of the platform, leaving Vladdy alone. He looks at the sparking bolt in his black gloved hands, still in awe at it being real. The spark of the offense was in his hands and it was a frickin' magical lightning bolt.

After a few more minutes, Dave Andreychuk, Steve Yzerman and Jon Cooper appear and they join Vladdy on the podium. Andreychuk and Yzerman face the young man, while Cooper hangs back to the side.

"Vladislav, for your bravery and your desire for action, jumping immediately to the rescue of your teammate and succeeding in returning Yzerchuk to the Lightning, Dave and I would like to personally thank you and hold a day of celebration in your honor. I pronounce that on February 4th of each year from now on, we hold Vladislav Namestnikov Day!" Yzerman exclaims.

Vladdy smiles largely looking at the rarely smiling General Manager. "Thank you, but I honestly couldn't have done it without my friends. I didn't take down Montreal alone, I did it with them. It was a team effort." He gestures to the group in the front, consisting of Steven Stamkos and the Triplets.

"So wait, does that mean that Vladdy is the captain of the Lightning now?" Jonathan Marchessault asks, cocking his head to the side.

"No, Stammer is still captain. It just means that Vladdy is the protector of Yzerchuk now," Yzerman responds, losing his smile. "No one touches him but this kid and I expect you all to have Vladdy's back on the ice too. After all, he's special now."

"What about the NHL and all of the other teams? I'm sure by now most of them, if not all of them, know about Yzerchuk. What if Montreal teams up with Boston...or the Florida Panthers and they get the bolt again? I think we need increased security or a way to maybe disguise him so that no one can steal him again!" Vladdy suggests.

"We can look into that. For now, we will rely on the heavy security and you," Yzerman says.

Vladdy nods. "Of course Mr. Yzerman."

"And no one let TJ go near the bolt again alone," Cooper growls. "Partners always. Or get one of the staff to go."

"Ha, very funny Coop," TJ laughs, playfully scolding his coach. "I can handle myself. There was just three people, including a traitor and it was an ambush. But I can hold my own." He clenches a fist and punches Ondrej in the arm.

"Ow!" Ondrej exclaims, rubbing his shoulder with a disgusted look on his face. Nikita cups a hand over his mouth, chuckling to himself. The Czech player looks at him and shakes his head. "What you laughing at, Kuch?"

Nikita shrugs, biting his lip, struggling not to chuckle.

"In Yzerchuk we trust!" Ondrej shouts out, swallowing the pain and is then joined by the other Bolts players, including Vladdy.

"Let's go get some wins boys! It's time for Lightning to strike more than twice! Let's show the NHL what Tampa Bay can do!" Steven shouts out. There is a thunderous cheer of approval to follow him from the rest of the Lightning.

Andreychuk shares a glance with Yzerman, who nods and walks off, signaling Cooper to follow him. They re-enter Amalie Arena, through the Box Office entrance. The ex-captain of the Lightning turns to Vladdy, who is beaming with pride as he holds Yzerchuk in his hands. The young kid thrusts the bolt into the air at a second roar of "In Yzerchuk we trust!" This time lead by the wise current captain, Steven.

Andreychuk puts a hand on Vladdy's shoulder, making him spin around to him. They look at one another, until the older man says, "May I speak to you alone, I think I may have an idea to disguise Yzerchuk."

Vladdy nods and walks over to the far side of the platform, away from the gathered group and the fans. They face one another.

"I'm going to make it so that Yzerchuk is disguised as one of your hockey sticks. It'll look like an ordinary Nexus 1, but it's not. I can have the stick crafted in a way that will be able sense your voice and hand. From the warmth and familiarity of your voice, you - and I mean only you - can activate Yzerchuk."

Vladdy grins. "Our secret?"

Andreychuk nods and takes Yzerchuk from Vladdy. "Go play with your friends and I'll see to this for you..." Vladdy dips his head and starts to walk off, while Andreychuk spins on his heels now and begins to walk away, when he notices the bolt turn a paler blue color. He spins back around and cocks his head in curiosity. "Vladdy!"

The young blond halts and whirls back around blinking his blue eyes. "Yeah?"

Andreychuk walks back to him and holds Yzerchuk out toward him. Vladdy cocks his head and places his hand on the bolt, instantly sending a royal blue blast of color through the bolt. Andreychuk gasps and Vladdy notices it too. He removes his hand, dropping it to his side and the bolt once more pales in color.

"Oh my God, what's this mean Andreychuk?" Vladdy gasps, putting his hand back onto the bolt.

"It means we no longer need the potion for it and it means somehow you have a little bit of Yzerchuk's energy and power in you. You can control the Lightning Bolt!" Andreychuk says in shock and awe.

"So I'm like Yzerchuk?" Vladdy questions, drawing his hand back. "I can heal people? I can heal my teammates? I can spark the offense?"

Andreychuk nods with a smile. "I guess so. Yzerchuk's in good hands. I'll get on the disguise now with this new knowledge in mind!"

Vladdy smiles, looking at his hands. "I can't believe this!!" He dashes over to the others, but skids to a halt at the edge of the platform, looking down at his friends. He knows he cannot tell them, not Stammer, not TJ, not Kuch and not Pally. He pushes the thought aside and controls his eagerness as they all slowly turn to look at him.

"Get down here Vladdy!" TJ called out.

"Yeah, no need to look down on us. You're not captain!" Ondrej teases.

Vladdy chuckles and hops down to join them as "Try Everything" by Shakira rings out in the background, echoing all around Thunder Alley. "Very funny Pally." He is instantly swarmed by his friends, who congratulate him and pat him on the head, like he is Ben Bishop or Andrei Vasilevskiy.

As they swarm him, he can't help but think that maybe when he'd saved Yzerchuk with TJ's help, the bolt had managed to transfer half of its energy and powers into him. And perhaps it wasn't Yzerchuk who'd healed TJ at all; perhaps it was actually Vladdy himself who had! And that was cool to think about.