His mother stared at him, wide eyed and more than a little panicked. “Shane, honey, what do you remember?”
He searched his mind for a memory of this game, of the injury – but nothing came to him. The pain worsened, and he groaned, clutching his head. Fuck, that hurt.
“Shane, is okay. Don’t hurt yourself more, please.” Rozanov said. He moved his hand towards Shane’s, trying to grasp hold of it.
Shane swatted him away violently, aghast. What the fuck was he playing at?
“Get the fuck off of me, Rozanov.”
Both Rozanov and his mother gaped at him.
Source: forget me not – Chapter 1, by goldengalaxies – Heated Rivalry (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Teen, amnesia fic. I love this trope for this fandom – like here, where we get a great look into Shane’s mind as he tries to wrap his head around this new, loving version of Ilya…