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    “You think those stretches actually do anything?”

    Summers had appeared beside him, the sound of his skates muffled under the blood rushing through Ilya’s ears– and elsewhere– as he stole another glance at Shane.

    “I don’t do them and I am better than him, so no. Or maybe they do help and I could be best hockey player ever.”

    “Mm. Hey, if he wants to put himself in that position it’s on him, I guess. I’m not gonna complain about the show.”

    Ilya froze, turning himself on the ice to face Summers properly.

    “The… show?”

    *or*

    Boston's new rookie has the hots for Shane. Ilya does not cope well.

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    09 Feb 2026

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    “Come on, baby, once in a while does not hurt. Rookies say that drunk cigarettes don’t count, have you ever heard that? I think is funny,” Ilya tries, his kisses softer now, trying to work Shane into the soft, pliant mess he loves.

    It doesn’t work. In fact – “What’s that, Ilya?”

    Ilya is biting anywhere he can find, “I don’t have gun license, so I must be happy to see you.”

    But that doesn’t work either. Shane finally moves – only to grab at Ilya’s collar, pulling it so that it digs into the back of his neck, which has Ilya pausing as Shane inspects. “That, Ilya. What’s that.”

    or, Shane finds some (perfectly explainable) lipstick on Ilya's collar, and they both go through emotional saw traps

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    08 Feb 2026

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    Hi, this is Ilya. I will never listen to your voicemail.

    Shane jolts like he’s been shot, a sharp breath bursting from the depths of his diaphragm. The comfort of hearing Ilya’s voice fizzles out with the knowledge that Ilya didn’t pick up. Logic says he’s still on the flight. But why would he—

    Ilya knows how Shane is, how he gets. He wouldn’t send a bunch of ominous fucking messages and then drop off the face of the earth without letting Shane know he’s okay.

    Except, he did. Which means—

    The plane scene, reimagined. ft. Ilya's voicemail.

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    08 Feb 2026

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    Shane’s heart drops into his stomach. “Ilya,” he breathes. His vision goes blurry, throat tight. He tries to swallow it down and focus, shove his swirling thoughts into a neat little box, but it’s impossible. He feels—he might throw up, actually. “Are you seriously telling me you tried to fucking kill yourself?”

    “Yes,” Ilya agrees blandly, “It did not work.”

    Ilya calls Shane from the hospital. Shane handles it very normally.

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    08 Feb 2026

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    “The fuck? What are you doing here?”

    “I am wondering same thing about you.”

    You’re wondering—you’re in Shane’s—what the hell is going on?”

    “Close the door, please. Is cold.”

    Shane gives Hayden the go-ahead to grab a package from his house—but Ilya flew in a day early as a surprise.

    Oops.

    An alternate Hayden-finds-out story set the winter after The Cottage.

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    07 Feb 2026