As the hats rain down, Vladdy skates to center ice and spins around slowly, taking in the moment. He'd beaten Montreal and Gallagher. He smiles and raises Yzerchuk into the air to a warm cheering from the Lightning fans and few classy Montreal fans.

As he skates off the ice, the Zamboni doors open and Alex Galchenyuk steps into view, wearing a Lightning jersey with the #72. Vladdy races over and throws his arms around the Montreal forward. "You're okay! But...how? I mean..."

"Yeah. As soon as I was wheeled toward an Ambulance, I sat up feeling slightly dizzy but totally coherent. As my vision cleared, I began to feel better and better and I heard how concerned you were. I'm glad you got the job done. Yzerman's offered me a contract and I was happy to take whatever."

"Who'd he trade for you?" Vladdy asks, worry creeping into him.

"Condra and Carle for me," Galchenyuk responds. "Though Carle's come through I know, no one can doubt he still sucks and isn't worth the money. Yzerman was able to contact the NHL during the game and he was able to convince them to allow the late trade. So, y'all got me, I guess now?"

"Well, you should come meet your new team then, Chucky! Come celebrate with us. And also, thank you for taking the hit for me."

"No problem Vladdy, we're friends now, you and I. I'll always have your back."

"As will I!" Drouin's voice cut through.

"As will all of us!" Steven's voice remarks as the wise captain comes onto the ice with his arm still in the sling. "I'm very proud of you Vladdy. Two hat tricks in your sophomore year, not bad kid. You'll be just fine here in Tampa with us. You and Yzerchuk."

Vladdy looks down at his stick, beaming with pride and happiness. Yes, him and Yzerchuk, in Tampa for forever and ever, helping out the team and handling any problem cheaters. It is them and The Triplets, Killorn, Victor, Nesterov, Callahan, Boyle, JT Brown, Filppula, Drouin, Marchessault, Garrison, Coburn, Sustr, Steven and now Galchenyuk.

Steven wraps his good arm around Vladdy's neck as another person limps forward toward him. Vladdy blinks. "Papa Stralsy!" Nikita screams, bouncing over and hugging him.

"Easy Kuch, I'm still hurt, you know," Stralman chuckles and then turns and looks at Vladdy. "I heard what happened. I heard what Gally made you do and I'm not shocked with him...but..." He is cut off as Vladdy rushes forward and wraps his arms around his defenseman, sniffling with happiness.

"I'm so sorry that I hurt you!" Vladdy wails, tears flooding from his eyes.

Stralman pats him. "Hey, hey, I know. I'd never blame you." He steps backward and waves Nikita and Vladdy off of him. He turns and walks without a limp back down the tunnel. Vladdy smiles and throws his arms out in front of him and points Yzerchuk at Stralman, letting out blue ribbons of energy from the blade, which shoot forward and swirl around the Swedish defenseman, who halts in place.

After a few seconds Vladdy drops his arms and Yzerchuk and cocks his head. "I figure you may need an extra boost of healing from Yzerchuk. But, hey, someone once told me that my powers can be used for good as well as evil. I chose good."

Vladdy looks at Marchessault, Drouin and Galchenyuk and nods. Stralman turns around with ease and gives Vladdy a warm look.

"Well, let's get back to Tampa and celebrate! WE'RE GOING TO THE PLAYOFFS!!" Stralman shouts.

All the Bolts, including Galchenyuk cheer and they race into the locker room and are quickly showered and changed and aboard the plane back to Tampa. Vladdy tells everyone about his experience and the tough torture he'd gone through and how he was confused by the sudden appearance of his healing powers and his lightning powers.

As the Bolts fly back, Therrien grabs Gallagher by the scruff of his neck. "You blew it! It's because of you that we lost tonight and we lost one of our BEST players thanks to that snake, Yzerman!"

Gallagher rolls his eyes. "I had to distract that stupid blond kid somehow! I tried my best to break him!"

"Well, you didn't try hard enough!" Therrien snaps and shoves Gallagher back. "You're so incompetent Gally!"

"More competent than you, you buttfaced retard of a coach!" Gallagher snarls back.

"Hey, hey, I got a solution to all of Montreal's problems. I gave Tampa a second chance and look at what they did to me? They traded me and Cons here. I want my revenge and to take down those backstabbers. So...ever heard of a man named Justin Abdelkader?" Matt Carle sneers, smirking evilly.