"OLYMPICS?" Evgeni's thick Russian voice asked from the other end of the phone. A hint of curiosity and excitement laced his words.

"Olympics," Dylan confirmed, a smile forming on her face as she chewed her fingernail out of habit.

"I help you. Sid come too. I tape his ass to plane." A chuckle erupted from Dylan's end of the line, though it turned into nervous laughter once she could tell he wasn't kidding.

"Sounds good. Thank you Geno," she said softly, a warm feeling spreading throughout her.

"No problem, Dyl. Hey question?"

The brown haired girl straightened, "ask away."

"You not doing this for live with bunch of players, right?" Again, Dylan could tell he was being completely serious.

"No!" Her tone evened out, " I am not, Geno," she replied with wide eyes.

Evgeni chuckled, his laugh burly, yet cute. Dylan could picture him throwing his hands up in defence, "hey just making sure. You never-" there was a slight pause. "Oh Dylan! Sid! It Sid! I talk to him. I see you soon. I bring Sid."

Dylan nodded, knowing he couldn't see her. "Alright, thanks Evegni. See you so-" The line went dead.

Almost on cue, Andre burst into Dylan's room. His hair was damp and he wore nothing but a towel around his waist. He was out of breath, and his cheeks were rosy. Andre wore a huge grin as he stood in the doorway, his phone in one hand as he used his other to hold the towel in place.

"I got Seguin's number! I got Tyler Seguin's number!" He exclaimed.

"Woah slow down there, girl friend. How did you manage to get his number?" Dylan stayed calm, quirking her brows as she stared expectedly at the Swede.

Andre finally took a much need breath, "I talked to four people, and they gave me one number which led to another and another, and bam! I can text Tyler Seguin!"

After protesting, Andre had given Dylan Seguin's number and had left the room to get dressed. Dylan prepared herself before typing his number into her phone. As the phone started ringing, a wave of nerves swept through her. She tried spinning around in her desk chair, however that backfired as she almost fell over when she heard the raspy voice of Tyler Seguin.

"Hey?" He questioned, his words laced with uncertainty.

"Hey Tyler, its Dylan Lockhart..." She trailed off, not sure how to introduce herself, though she spoke with confidence.

"Ah Dylan! How are you?" Tyler spoke happily, clearly excited by the phone call.

Dylan let her head fall back against the spiny chair in her room, "I'm good, you?"

Seguin paused for a moment, "I'm good, now that you called." Dylan rolled her eyes slightly, mentally cursing as she felt her cheeks heat up.

"Alright, well I love a good flirt, but I need to talk to you about something. Are you busy right now?"

Dylan could hear shuffling around and muffled voices before Tyler came back on the phone. "Um, no, no I'm not. Whats up?"

Dylan took a deep breath, "I'm sure you've heard about an interview-"

"Yes, I have and it was fucking amazing."

Dylan chuckled, spinning around once in her chair, stopping to look out the window over the desk. "Thank you," she chuckled. "Anyways, I wasn't just saying that for shits and giggles. I want you guys to go to the Olympics. I met up with Ovechkin and we talked, we're doing this. We're getting all you guys to the Olympics. But we need your help."

Tyler seemed to be in deep thought, though Dylan could practically see the smile on his face. "What do you got in mind?"

Dylan immediately jumped into telling Seguin about the hous- hotel that Alex has for everyone helping. "We want to show Bettman that this is important to us. We may not like each other, but we unite as one for this. We will work as one. We want to show him how much we want and need this. We're hoping that if he doesn't give in when we protest and stick together, we could always just go on strike or something. We're not too sure yet, but first we need people. We need you."

Tyler took a moment to think everything through. The longer the silence stretched on, the more Dylan was doubting the plan. "So..." She asked after a good two minutes.

"Um, yeah- sorry. So you're saying we get to party in this hotel mansion thing and fight Bettman?" He was bubbling with excitement.

Dylan ran her hands through her hair, "well I guess you could put it that way, yeah."

"Count me in! I'll be there in a few days," Tyler exclaimed, Dylan could her him shifting.

A smile grew on her face, "great. Hey- um I know this is a lot to ask, but if you could get Jamie to come too, that would be great."

Tyler sucked in a deep breath, "that's gonna be hard. He doesn't want to get involved in all this shit. But I do, so I'll get him there one way or another."

The two chuckled, "yeah I talked to Malkin, he said he'd tape Sid's ass to the plane. "

Tyler bursted out into laughter, "yeah, but Jamie's a fighter, I'll just slip melatonin into his breakfast. He'll wake up on the plane duck taped to me."

"Alrighty then... whatever gets him here."

Tyler chuckled slightly, "well thank you for calling me, I'm quite honoured, really."

"No! Thank you!"

Seguin chuckled again, "anyways, I better get going, I gotta figure out how I'm getting Jamie to Washington."

"All else fails, just bring beer."

Tyler smiled, "that should be your first choice anyways."

[authors note]
i like this chapter, this is
a good chapter. also i published
an andre burakovsky book called
"drunk and in love" !! :))