justlikewedo: I'm so glad you enjoyed seeing Rif in there! I put him in there because I know he's your favourite and you're such a wonderful beta, I KNEW he deserved a place in this story. Sadly he's not in this chapter though, but guess what? Tanya realizes her mistake, and then you have to read to find out what happens at the end. Thanks so much for all your help :)

brainDamage089: Tretiak reacted like that because he was shocked. I mean, it's not everyday that someone comes into the arena and claims to be your sister. When he told her that he was glad he knew her, he did it because he knew she was the only link to the father he never knew. Thanks for the review(s) though :).

meadow567: Thanks for the review :) I hope you find this chapter interesting as well.

Well, this is it. This is the last chapter of Hummingbird. Not too worry though, I'm working on a new Miracle story entitled 'A Dozen White Roses' and starting Jack O'Callahan. Enjoy this new chapter...


Then like the final movie scene

The price will find his perfect queen

The hero always saves the world

The villians get what they deserve

The boy will always get the girl

When I am king

When I Am King- Great Big Sea


It was a very tense game, for both teams and staff. Tanya knew this was it. If the Soviets beat the Americans, they'd move on to the Gold Medal round and more than likely capture the Olympic title once again. If the Americans won (Tikhonov had been extremely confident that this would not happen, not with the type of performance from two weeks before), then they advanced to the Gold Medal round, and Tikhonov would be very, very angry.

Now, after two periods, the Americans were behind by a goal, and she knew for a fact that Tikhonov was not happy. Benching Vladislav had been a decision made in the heat of the moment; for Tikhonov knew that he always played better after letting in a goal.

For she knew that her heart was not with her brother and his team, rather it was inching toward the American team. Sad as it was that Tikhonov was not happy with the way his team was playing, she, in actuality, did not care.

She was ecstatic that her former American teammates were playing so well. Each time they had a goal, she smiled to herself as they piled on to the ice, it was as though they had won the game with every goal they scored.

That first period goal to tie the game at two goals a piece at the extreme tail end of the period had Tikonhov up in arms about it, claiming that the buzzer had gone so the goal should have been disallowed. However, the referee insisted that the clock had been stopped at 19:59.59, therefore the goal would be allowed.

She'd been the locker room when Tikhonov had ripped into them, claiming that if they allowed this to happen now, there would be hell to pay. Many of them had been Olympic holdovers from the previous Olympics; they knew what was expected. Perfection, and nothing less than perfection.

The second period left the Soviet Union ahead by a goal, and Tikhonov still with an air of cockiness and superiority. Tanya felt sick. She wanted more than anything to see the team she had left broken-hearted come back and kick the team she was with now while they were down. Of course, if she let Tikhonov know that she was done for.

The beginning of the third period brought new hope, both to Tanya and to the US team. She heard the crowd chanting "USA USA USA!", and she smiled to herself. At 8:39, Mark Johnson, affectionately nicknamed "Magic", took a pass from Dave Silk, and scored. The game was now tied. With this, she saw Tikhonov lean over and whisper something into someone's ear, but she didn't know who.

Not even two minutes later, she saw Mike Eruzione take a pass from Mark Pavelich, which had come from John Harrington, nicknamed 'Bah", past Vladimir Myshkin and into the net.

Bedlam. That was what occured next. The entire US team flew over the boards andended up in a massive huddle as the crowd in the stands erupted. Tanya turned her head to look Tikhonov in the eye. Since she had signed on she was no longer intimidated by him, she actually found him rather comical.

She heard Herb from the other bench shouting "Play your game! Play your game!"

Oh Herb was going for it, and badly.

Suddenly he was changing shifts every thirty seconds, but Tikonhov stood by the mantra that "if it worked once, it would work every time." Therefore, there must be a crack in the American line.

"They're not pulling Myshkin!" she heard Craig shout.

Looking from Craig to Tikhonov she saw Herb smile. "He doesn't know what to do!"

Yeah, that's right, Herb, he doesn't know what he's doing. He's never seen something like this. No one's been able to skate with his team into the third period for years.


Keep going, boys. Keep going...


That's it, fire a shot toward the net, boys. Make Tikhonov suffer.


Tikhonov's having kittens, Herb. He doesn't know what to do.


Hold them off for seven more seconds, boys. Seven more seconds...


All she could do was chomp on her gum.


Come on, come on...


Do you believe in miracles?

3, 2, 1...

The arena suddenly erupted in cheers. The Americans had done it! They'd beaten the best team in the world!

Don't let Tikhonov see how happy you are, don't let him see.

Tikhonov turned and nodded to Herb, who nodded in turn. It was then that she saw him take off to the dressing rooms, and Craig made his way on to the ice.

Stay where you are, stay where you are...

They were jumping on each other.

Jim Craig's on the ice, Tanya. Go...

Without regard, she jumped over the boards, much to Tikhonov's dismay. Sliding across the ice, she quickly made her way toward the sea of hockey players jumping on each other, hugging each other, and screaming in shock.

Finally, she found him. As soon as he let go of Steve Christoff and looked at her, she jumped.

Right into Jim Craig's arms.

He swung her around as she laughed. When he set her down, she reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a small beige box.

As the wall of noise threatened to deafen them both, he took off his gloves and opened the box.

Inside the box were two crystal hummingbirds. The hummingbirds themselves formed a heart, and within the heart was a picture of herself and Jim, taken with her camera just before she had left for the Soviet Union.

Engraved in the frame were the words:

Two hummingbirds merge as one.

Upon leaving the arena, despite the fact that it was so cold, a single hummingbird fluttered across the sky.

Smiling, Jim turned to Tanya, and placed a finger upon her chin.

Capturing her lips in a kiss, the sun suddenly shone brighter than it had that morning.

And with that, she had said all he needed to hear.