D.I.V.E. University.

The Final: Saluda al Campeón!

Arbeloa was the first to hear the news. He enthusiastically announced it through the intercom, "Hello everybody, I am, Alvaro Arbeloa, as your co-pilot, happily announcing that..." he let it hang until he heard shouts from the back of helicopter urging him to continue. "We are the champion!" he cried out proudly through the intercom, before chanting, "Pique, you sonofabitch, salute the champions!" which was followed by Los Blancos team.

"Alvaro!" Iker warned him, his voice cut through the whole crowd in the helicopter.

"Sorry, couldn't help it," he said, but laughed. But then he stopped, "The guy has recovered, right?" because it would be really mean if the guy hadn't and he made fun of him, or worse, if the guy's dead.

"No offense taken, and don't worry none of you have to apologize," Gerard said from the intercom. He, miraculously, after long hours of unconsciousness had recovered. He still felt the pain, but it's not something unbearable. Xabi was the one who needed to tell Sergio that he's still alive, after finally realizing Sergio thought he's dead because he's too deep in his grief to notice the hardly noticeable heartbeat and breathing, and when Gerard finally was finally conscious, Iker had to help Xabi to prevent Sergio from choking Gerard with his too tight and enthusiastic hug.

"I wasn't apologizing to you, I was apologizing to Iker."

Gerard ignored that, however, he needed to clarify, "Is this one separate team you're talking about or the team as a whole?"

"Does it matter? You lost the bet." It was responded by noise of disagreements. Alvaro sighed, "It's the team as a whole." Instantly, the helicopter was filled with cheers of joy.

Sergio was leaning on Gerard and took the time to read the papers from the briefcase as everyone else was celebrating the win, "These are the legal documents saying that you're the heir president of the university where the best criminals come from. No wonder the whole universe is against you."

"Tonight, I declare myself a president." Gerard declared.

And here he goes again after dying a few hours ago. "The president of evil?" Sergio joked, Gerard laughed at that, Sergio kissed that laugh away, "That's hot."

Gerard kissed him back, "You'll be the king."

Sergio joined the cheers of celebration, "We'll conquer the world!" His eyes darted to Gerard's wound, a memory of pain but also strength, "Even if we have to bleed ourselves out!"

Gerard raised a glass and announced through the intercom, "I will say to the hospitals to hire more nurses!" he spun Sergio around outward, Sergio's laughing when he did that. How he loves that laugh. Gerard spun Sergio back into his arms and put his lips near Sergio's ear, whispering through the intercom to make sure it's loud enough for everyone else to hear when he said, "Tonight, people will make a lot of love." And then he kissed Sergio.

"So I was thinking..." Arbeloa continued through the intercom. "Christmas is coming, should we bring the snow?"

Sergio was so excited he snatched the intercom from Gerard's hand. "We have snow in this helicopter?"

"Isn't Christmas still a month ahead?" Xabi asked.

Xabi's voice must have come through the intercom somehow because he got an answer from the cockpit, it was Steven, "Oh, darling, we'll bring Christmas early to our house."

They finally arrived at the university, down there, the university field was surrounded by crowd waiting for them, on the field and on the balconies on four buildings surrounding it. Flowers, confetti, colourful smokes and all kinds of fireworks and lightnings enlivened the celebration of The Game closing. They even used the water canon not just for water salute, but also for champagne salute.