a sound is still a sound around no one
Shane lifts one eyelid again to look at Rozanov. His eyes are red-rimmed. Like he’s been crying. “Why…why aren’t you in Boston?” Rozanov’s brow furrows. “Why would I be in Boston?” “You, you’re captain. Raiders. Boston.” The room is silent except for the beeping of monitors.
In 2023, Shane takes a bad hit on the ice. When he wakes up, the last thing he remembers is a tuna melt.
There’s a lot to get used to.
aka: the amnesia fic. 43.2k, complete at 9/9 chapters. rated E. read on ao3 here.












