Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M, M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander/"Lily"

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander

Additional Tags:

Texting, Mistaken Identity, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good Parent Yuna Hollander, POV Yuna Hollander, yuna texts "lily" while shane is in the hospital, Hospitals

Language:

English

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Published: 2026-04-29 Words: 4,001 Chapters: 1/1

thank you, mrs. yuna

Summary

One fateful day in 2017, Shane takes a hit on the ice during a Metros v. Raiders game that lands him in the hospital. But what if Ilya never got the chance to visit him the day after the surgery? What if Yuna decided to message "Lily" first?

AU where Yuna updates "Lily" while Shane is in the hospital in episode 5.

Notes

TW: brief references to injuries/medical procedures

“Mom?”

Yuna looked down at the hospital bed her son was stretched out on, lying under the shitty, paper-thin blanket she’d have to ask a nurse to replace. Half-closed, his eyes were groggy and tired, no doubt feeling the effects of the anesthesia they’d given him during surgery slowly wearing off (along with the slew of pain meds she’d insisted on, despite his protesting).

God, what a hit it had been. She knew how this went—everyone’s bell was bound to ring when it came to the rink. All her life, she’d watched fantastic players be taken down by slams against walls and crashes over ice. Shane had been no exception, and because part of being a hockey player’s emergency contact was being in and out of the hospital, Yuna had the routine down pat. Get there as soon as possible. Bring a puzzle or book for the waiting room so you don’t go crazy. Avoid eye contact with the other families. Ask someone (usually David) to bring a ziploc bag of cut fruit for when Shane wakes up, or his favorite hospital sandwich if the operation runs long. Be supportive yet efficient after; do everything in your power to keep him comfortable, and, most importantly, completely unaware of how much you were losing your mind just two seconds earlier.

Yes, injuries and talks with doctors and recovery instructions were par for the course with hockey. But still, it was her boy. Perfecting her process step-by-step had been Yuna’s saving grace over the years. The process kept her focused. The process kept her sane. She’d often thought about what it would be like to teach it to Shane’s wife one day, although those musings had grown less and less frequent up until Rose entered his life.

“Everything okay, Shane? Is there something you need?”

Wincing, he nodded, and she made a mental note to find a cushier pillow along with a better blanket.

“What is it, baby?”

Shane gestured towards the overbed table, where his phone was lying face-down. “Can you give it to me?”

“Your phone?” Yuna shook her head, and tried to hold it together as his face dropped. “No, baby, I’m sorry. You have a concussion, no screens.”

“I’m a grown man, Mom.”

She sighed. “A grown man who’s concussed in a hospital bed. No phone.”

He shifted into a slightly more tense position as he began muttering to himself. All she could parse out was “...gonna worry.”

“Who’s going to worry?” she asked, sitting up straight in her seat. “Do you need to talk to someone?”

“Yes,” he responded, reaching out once again for his phone. “Yes, I do. Can I please have the phone, Mom?”

“Shane—”

“Please. It’s important, I swear.”

Yuna was not a person who didn’t trust doctors. Although the hockey world was full of skeptics, medical professionals had kept her son safe, well, and healthy enough to live a full life and play the sport he loved, so generally, she liked to follow their orders. The concussion protocol couldn’t have been more clear about screens: they weren’t allowed, especially not during the first 48 hours.

At the same time, she knew full well what it was like to sit on an uncomfortable plastic chair waiting for news, or to keep the phone close with baited breath. She didn’t want to be the reason anyone else had to feel that way for longer than they had to, especially when it was clearly bothering Shane so much. All she wanted was to speed his recovery, and this was slowly turning into what could be considered an unnecessary stressor.

“Okay,” she said, “how’s this? I’ll call them for you—” she stopped mid-sentence as Shane groaned.

“I know, honey, I don’t want to invade your privacy either. I promise I won’t look at any more than what I have to, but if you really need to contact this person, I’m happy to help.”

“No, that’s not—” he hesitated before slumping over in defeat, an anxious look washing over his face. “Yeah, okay. Fine.”

Yuna studied her son’s expression. Shane wasn’t the easiest person for others to read, but she had a way of knowing how he was feeling. Most of the time, at least. Sometimes he felt entirely too far away, and those moments were harder for her to navigate. Moments like right now, when she couldn’t quite tell what was making him feel so uneasy other than the obvious.

“You said they’ll worry, right?” she pointed out, wondering if maybe the refresher on his own concerns would make him feel less apprehensive. “This should help with that. Trust me, they’ll just be glad that someone called.”

He nodded. “Don’t call. They’re…at work.”

“Well, I’m sure they won’t mind—”

“Just message them, okay, Mom?” he interrupted, a hint of irritation entering his voice. Shane wasn’t usually like this, not at all, and Yuna chose not to push it.

“Alright,” she replied, reaching for the phone. “Passcode?”

He sighed. “09-01-66.”

A piece of her heart melted upon hearing it. September 1, 1966. Her birthday. Although she wasn’t going to bring it up and make him feel even more exposed, the soft reminder that Shane would always be her little boy—no matter how grumpy she made him with her strict enforcement of rules and overbearing nature—meant the world to her. Even if she was going to make him change this data security breach waiting to happen as soon as possible.

“Go to Messages,” he said with a grunt.

“Yes, I got that, Shane.” She clicked the app moving her fingers towards the search bar. “Who am I looking for?”

“Lily. L-I-L-Y.”

She tried not to let the shock show through as the name hit her. Lily. 

Not once had she met or heard of a Lily, and Shane hadn’t mentioned having any sort of girlfriend or new special someone in his life. Sure, her and David had wondered if Rose was still in the picture given how suddenly she’d disappeared from games and Shane’s stories, but it wasn’t as if he’d reacted poorly when they asked about her. It had seemed like they were still talking, at the very least. But maybe Lily was a friend? 

Oh, who was she kidding? This was Shane she was talking about—her boy had one person she’d describe as a real friend, and his name was Hayden Pike. Perhaps that was changing?

“Alright,” she told him, “Lily. Found her.”

“Don’t scroll up,” he expressed with urgency.

“I won’t! Seriously, I won’t. Don’t worry.” Definitely not a friend, then. “I’m just going to let her know what’s going on, that you’re okay.”

“Thank you.” Shane’s head sank into the pillow. “Keep me updated on what she says. Tell her it’s you. Immediately, please.”

“Yes, obviously.” After making sure Shane’s neck was supported, she began to type.

Shane · 10:18 AM

Hi, Lily, this is Yuna, Shane’s mom. 

We’re in the hospital with him right now. He’s out of surgery.

That seemed like a polite, non-invasive enough text—quick, informative, just vague enough that Shane’s mystery woman would have to reply to her with more than a thumbs up or heart emoji.

Lily · 10:18 AM

Oh, hello. Thank you for this. Was worried.

He is okay?

Shane · 10:19 AM

Yes. He has a fractured collarbone and a concussion, but he’ll be alright.

Out for the season, unfortunately.

Lily · 10:19 AM

But could be worse, yes?

Shane · 10:19 AM

Exactly. Could be worse.

She knew she’d promised Shane that she wouldn’t snoop, and intended to make good on it, but she still couldn’t help herself from swiping down to see his lock screen. 3 missed calls from Lily—Jesus, no wonder he’d been so worked up.

Whoever this girl was, she obviously cared about her son, which meant that Yuna cared about her, at least for the time being. She’d found that injuries had a way of bringing people together, and maybe she and Lily could find something to bond over between the two of them. After all, it wasn’t like she’d be able to talk to Shane for a while, not without one of his parents holding the phone.

Lily · 10:19 AM

He knows you are texting?

Shane · 10:19 AM

He’s here with me, so yes. 

He wanted to keep you updated.

Lily · 10:19 AM

Oh.

Shane · 10:20 AM

Don’t worry, he already told me not to poke around.

Lily · 10:20 AM

Yes. Would not be advised.

Shane · 10:20 AM

No need to elaborate.

Lily · 10:21 AM

Got it.

Shame he won’t be skating. Damn good player.

Shane · 10:21 AM

You got that right.

Were you watching the game?

Lily · 10:21 AM

Very closely.

Shane · 10:21 AM

So you saw the hit, then.

Lily · 10:21 AM

I did. Marleau can count his days.

Shane · 10:21 AM

Now you’re speaking my language.

“Has she responded? What did she say?” Shane’s eyes were alert now, intently focused on her face as she read the messages on the screen.

“She’s glad you’re alright,” she replied. “Has some words for Cliff Marleau.”

Shane’s face relaxed into a smile. “Ha. She would,” he said, and Yuna’s heart softened the same way it had when she’d found out about his passcode. The feelings between Shane and this girl were obviously mutual, so much so that she couldn’t believe she hadn’t heard of them yet. Of course she knew her son was an adult, that there were parts of his life he didn’t tell his parents about. God only knew she hadn’t been one to tell her parents everything. Still, she always figured he’d tell them about the big stuff, stuff like a girl who was sitting at home watching his games and keeping track of the other team’s players.

“So, you guys are what? Dating, just seeing each other…”

“Mom,” he groaned, “I really do not want to talk about this right now.”

“Okay, okay.” It was very much not okay, and she had a million questions, but one of the perks of lying in a hospital bed with a broken bone was that most of the time, you got what you wanted without pushback.

Shane · 10:23 AM

Are you a Metros fan?

Lily · 10:23 AM

No, not really. But I am big fan of Shane.

Shane · 10:23 AM

I like to hear that.

What about hockey?

Lily · 10:23 AM

Big fan of hockey too.

Grew up watching on TV.

Shane · 10:23 AM

So you know the drill with this stuff, huh?

Injuries and everything.

Lily · 10:24 AM

Am familiar, yes. But Shane is strong.

He will recover fast.

Shane · 10:24 AM

That’s what we’re hoping for.

Lily · 10:24 AM

You and Mr. Hollander are both with him, then?

Shane · 10:25 AM

Yup, he’s coming home with us to Ottawa after he’s discharged. He’ll probably stay there for the rest of the season.

Lily · 10:25 AM

Good. Someone should be with him.

Taking care and everything.

Shane · 10:25 AM

We think so too.

Lily · 10:25 AM

Concussion protocol is hard. No screens. Aerobic exercise.

Fucking boring.

Sorry. 

Didn’t mean to cuss, habit forced.

Shane · 10:26 AM

That’s okay. I don’t know what Shane’s told you, but I’m no saint either.

The turn of phrase with “force of habit” made Yuna wonder if Lily’s first language wasn’t English. It reminded her of her mother’s way of speaking, how she’d slowly translate Japanese phrases in her head while navigating through their Canadian life.

She also tried not to read too much into how many things Lily knew about concussion recovery. After all, the information was only one Google search away. A Google search one would’ve already made if they were getting serious with a hockey player.

Shane · 10:26 AM

I can be…intense, especially when we’re watching games.

Lily · 10:26 AM

Oh, I have heard of world famous momager Yuna Hollander.

Do not worry.

Shane · 10:27 AM

:) I suppose I’m a bit notorious.

For the right reasons I hope.

Lily · 10:27 AM

All the right reasons.

Is very lucky that he looks nice in Reeboks.

Shane · 10:27 AM

Haha! Indeed.

Shane told me not to call since you were at work. What do you do?

Lily · 10:29 AM

Type of manager at my company. Run a big team.

Shane · 10:29 AM

Oh, wow. Sounds like you and Shane have a lot in common, then.

Lily · 10:29 AM

Very much.

Privately, she wondered why a white-collar manager couldn’t be expected to pick up the phone at work.

“You’ve been texting forever,” Shane mumbled. “What are you saying?”

“Nothing,” she insisted. “Just chatting.”

“Chatting? About what?”

“Calm down, Shane.” God, he was being pissy today. Hours of surgery did that to you, she figured, even though she’d been here with him numerous times and couldn’t remember another time it had. “Just casual things. I’m making small talk. Being polite.”

He cringed while looking up with his eyes closed. “Mom—”

“You haven’t told us anything about this girl!” Yuna interrupted. “We don’t expect daily updates or anything, but Jesus, Shane! Lily’s obviously someone we should be aware of if you’re trying to contact her in the hospital.”

Shane went quiet, and she wondered if she’d gone too far, pushed him more than was necessary. 

“Okay, Mom,” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to…” Sighing, she looked at his tired face. Her boy was so exhausted, and he needed more patience from her. Upsetting him was not one of the process’s steps. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to go talk to one of the nurses, okay? Phone stays here.” She placed it on the overbed table.

When she came back a few minutes later, Shane was curled into himself on the bed.

“They’re getting you better bedding,” she mentioned. “Dad will bring another hospital sandwich when he gets here.”

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Of course. And adjust your neck, you’re going to twist it.”

A few seconds of silence passed between them before his phone started buzzing on the table, once, twice, thrice.

“Should I—?”

“Yeah, answer.”

Three unread messages from Lily popped up on his screen, and she unlocked the phone after clicking on one of them.

Lily · 10:40 AM

Hello, Mrs. Yuna. Am sorry to text again.

Want to know how he is feeling.

About being out for the season, that is.

“What did she…?”

“She wants to know how you’re doing.”

“Yeah?”

“How you feel about the rest of the season.”

“Oh.” He stared ahead solemnly and—did Yuna see his face fall just then? “Tell her I’m fine. Got pretty lucky, all things considered.”

Shane · 10:40 AM

Don’t be sorry! He says he’s doing fine.

I think he knows it’s one of the better outcomes, sucky as it is.

But he’s mostly just very groggy and tired right now.

Lily · 10:41 AM

Yes, makes sense. Nice that he will take rest.

Metros are fucked.

Shane · 10:41 AM

You know, part of me wants to refute that, but…

Lily · 10:41 AM

I am correct.

Shane · 10:41 AM

No comment.

Lily · 10:41 AM

You and Shane are very alike.

In good way.

Shane · 10:42 AM

:) That’s nice of you, Lily.

Personally, I think the Admirals have it this year.

Lily · 10:42 AM

What? No way.

Scott Hunter is geriatric. Old old old.

Will go home crying and ice his knees with frozen tears after playing the Raiders.

As a nurse walked in with their things, Yuna stood up to help fix Shane’s bed.

“Is Lily a Raiders fan?” she asked, swapping out the pillows under his head.

Shane turned toward her. “Uh, yeah. She lives in Boston, so…”

“So it’s a hometown thing?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Was that why she was watching the game? Or was it for you?”

“What?” He blinked slowly, as if to re-orient himself from a bout of confusion. “Oh. For the Raiders, obviously.”

“She said she was watching closely.”

“Yeah, that…makes sense.” Nodding, he sank under the new blanket and gave a thumbs-up to the nurse, who smiled back before leaving the room. “She’s pretty into hockey.”

“Don’t you think she might be pretty into you as well? I mean, she did say that thing about Marleau. If she’s a fan of Boston, he’s one of hers."

He raised an eyebrow. “Huh. Maybe.”

“Can I ask how long it’s been?”

Shane’s jaw clenched. “A while. On and off, though.”

“And now you’re back on?”

“I don’t know.”

Yuna wasn’t sure whether her son was just being obtuse, or if something more was going on under the surface. Either way, she didn’t want to try and push him again.

Instead, she decided to mention something safer. “So, I take it you’re not seeing Rose anymore, then?”

Biting his lip, Shane nodded. “We’re still friends. Everything’s good there, really.”

“Shane…”

“No, Mom, I mean it. She’s awesome, we talk all the time. But I think…we just weren’t meant to be, you know?”

Rose had been Shane’s first public relationship, and judging by how few mentions of girls there’d been before her, both her and David had assumed that it was serious, even if it hadn’t been very long. Maybe that was their mistake—but even so, Lily seemed nice. Yuna could see herself growing close with her, if they ever got to meet properly.

“That’s okay, honey. I’m happy you have another friend.”

“You’re saying that like I don’t have friends.”

“You have…Hayden.”

“Hayden’s a friend,” he insisted stubbornly. “And I have the rest of the team.”

“You only hang out with Hayden,” she pointed out. “I’ve never seen you talk to the others outside of games, or practices, or—”

“Okay, I get it,” grumbled Shane. “Yes. Rose is a good friend.”

“I liked Rose,” Yuna agreed. “Wow, you sure have a thing for the flowers.”

“What?”

“Rose and Lily.”

Shane laughed—his first real, full-bodied laugh since the operation—and he clutched his chest after, wincing through a smile. “God, I hadn’t even noticed that,” he chuckled. “But it’s more like Lily and Rose.”

“What? But how—”

“On and off, remember?”

Lily · 10:50 AM

Mrs. Yuna? Everything is okay?

Shane · 10:50 AM

Hi, sorry. His nurse walked in.

I asked for a new blanket and pillow.

Lily · 10:50 AM

Mm, I see.

Shane · 10:51 AM

Hunter’s playing pretty well this season.

I have a sense about these things, you know. 

That’s what Shane’s dad says.

Lily · 10:51 AM

I have sense that Rozanov will kick Hunter’s ass.

Shane · 10:51 AM

Rozanov is a demon on skates. But Hunter wants it real bad, and I think it’ll show on the rink.

28 years is a long time to wait.

Lily · 10:52 AM

Not long for Hunter. Very very short when you have been alive forever.

Shane · 10:52 AM

Well, I walked right into that one.

“Mom? Can you do something for me?”

She glanced up from the phone. “Sure. What is it?”

“I need you to ask Lily something.”

Her mind raced through hundreds of possibilities as Shane stared at her. “Yeah?”

“Ask her if…” he hesitated for a moment, darting his eyes down towards the floor and then up at the heart monitor, which was resting at 81. “Ask her if she’ll come to my cottage this summer.”

Yuna’s eyes widened. Lily was coming to Ottawa? She couldn’t wrap her mind around what the hell was going on here, not when the same girl who she was sending updates from the hospital and inviting to her son’s hometown was also someone who was “maybe” into him. 

God, maybe the drugs had been too much.

“Shane, are you sure?”

“Just do it, Mom. And make sure you tell her we’ll be all alone together, that it’ll be really private.”

Well, she wasn’t going to tell him no, not with how dead set on it he seemed (or how much her curiosity about all of this had overtaken her). 

“Okay, I will.”

Shane · 10:54 AM

Shane wants to ask you something.

Lily · 10:54 AM

What is it?

Shane · 10:54 AM

He has this cottage out in Ottawa, and he wants you to go there with him this summer.

He insists that I tell you it’ll be just the two of you.

“Really private,” he says.

Lily · 10:56 AM

Oh. I see.

Lily · 10:57 AM

Ottawa?

Shane · 10:57 AM

Where we’re from.

Well, where Shane and his dad are from. I’m from Montreal originally.

But the cottage isn’t ours, it’s just where Shane goes for the summer.

Lily · 10:57 AM

I know about the cottage. Watch lots of TV.

Shane · 10:58 AM

Right.

Lily · 10:59 AM

Tell him I’ll think about it.

Lily · 11:00 AM

[...typing…]

She put the phone down after the bubble disappeared, only to see Shane looking at her expectantly. “So?”

“She said she’s thinking about it, baby.”

He slumped into the bed, frowning ever so slightly. “Oh.”

“Hey,” she said, mustering up as much reassurance as possible, “that’s a good sign.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. She seems to really like you, you know that?”

He sank further into the mattress, careful not to bruise his face further as he shifted to his side. “I hope so.”

Her own phone buzzed in her pocket, and she quickly pulled it out.

Dave · 11:02 AM

On the way! Sandwich incoming :)

* * *

Before going to sleep, Shane made her promise to respond if Lily texted (and not to look through their chats, which she wasn’t going to anyway because she had zero desire to find out more about her son’s sex life than she already had). While Shane’s phone didn’t receive a notification from Lily that night, something in Yuna still told her to text—motherly intuition, perhaps.

Shane · 9:24 PM

Hi, Lily. Yuna again :)

Lily · 9:24 PM

Hello Mrs. Yuna.

What’s going on?

Shane · 9:25 PM

Shane had a restful day today. He just went to sleep.

Just thought I’d keep you updated.

Lily · 9:25 PM

Ah. Good that he could sleep.

Shane · 9:25 PM

We have the painkillers to thank for that.

Lily · 9:26 PM

Yes. Ibuprofen is god’s gift to Earth.

Shane · 9:26 PM

That’s what I’ve been saying!

Anyway, are you alright? I know today has been a lot.

Lily · 9:27 PM

Am okay. Was happy to hear he is too.

She wondered if she should bring up the cottage, but decided against it. That was Shane and Lily’s to figure out—all she could do now was watch and hope.

Lily · 9:28 PM

He will be going home soon?

Shane · 9:28 PM

Yes, tomorrow morning.

You text if anything comes up, okay?

Lily · 9:28 PM

I will.

Lily · 9:30 PM

Thank you, Mrs. Yuna.

For everything.

Shane · 9:30 PM

Of course, Lily.

Take care.

* * *

Shane · 11:36 AM

I cannot BELIEVE you were trash-talking Scott Hunter to my mom.

Lily · 11:36 AM

Welcome back, Hollander.

Your mother thinks I am demon on skates.

Shane · 11:36 AM

Fuck off.

You called me a damn good player.

Lily · 11:37 AM

You are a damn good player. Second-best in whole NHL, in fact.

Because I am better, your goodness is compliment to me.

Shane · 11:37 AM

You won’t be saying that when you lose to the Admirals in the playoffs.

Lily · 11:37 AM

Hollander. Do not joke.

After the game they will start calling him Gatherer.

Shane · 11:38 AM

We’ll see about that ;)

Lily · 11:38 AM

NO EMOTICONS.

ONLY MRS. YUNA CAN HAVE EMOTICONS.

Shane · 11:38 AM

;) :) <3