FIC: Mirror Mirror 1/?
Title: Mirror Mirror
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, death, all kinds of really bad stuff
Summary: A psychiatrist is put on the case of a man claiming to be Shane McMahon. What she finds out, will unravel the dark secrets of the WWF.
Time frame: Starts out a couple of months after WM 17.
Author's note: Uh the psychiatrist in this fic is not married to Shane McMahon.
Disclaimer: This is a toughy. If you've seen them on TV I don't own them.
Marissa Mazzolla straightened her name tag as she walked into Silver Hill Hospital in New Canaan Connecticut. She walked up to the office of Dr. Ray Carew who was head doctor at the hospital, and the man who she was told to see. She knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
Marissa entered and found a gray haired man looking through a folder as he wrote some notes.
"You are?" He asked without looking up.
"Dr. Mazzolla. I'm here to work on the case of Brendan Orion."
"Oh yes." The man said looking up from the folder. "I'm sorry I'm a little out of sorts at the moment. I just had one of the chief psychiatrists resign. I didn't expect someone to replace him so soon." He reached into his final cabinet and pulled out a file folder and handed it to her. "Have a seat."
Marissa did so.
"I'm Dr. Carew." He said sticking his hand out for her to shake.
She shook it.
"Now how much do you know about Mr. Orion?"
"Not much other then he seems to think he's a Shane McMahon. He tried to attack him I believe? I only really got an overview of the case when I was offered it."
"Yes Brendan's an interesting patient." Dr. Carew said sitting back in his chair. "He's so certain he's Shane McMahon that he went as far as to attack Shane. He was placed here almost a year ago. Sad to say, he's made absolutely no progress. Many psychiatrists have given up. Don't worry, Dr. Mazzola, if you decide the case is too much for you."
"I like a challenge."
He chuckled. "Good then you are in luck. Shall we go meet him?"
She nodded and followed him out of the room. They went into a rec room where several patients were playing cards or watching a baseball game on the TV. Dr. Carew led her to a table where a young man who appeared to be in his late twenties was working on a crossword puzzle. She noticed right away that he was using a ballpoint pen.
"Brendan," Dr. Carew said.
The young man looked up rolled his eyes and then went back to the crossword puzzle. "Let me guess." He said in a soft voice. "She's my new psychiatrist."
Dr. Carew sighed and said, "now Brendan..."
"Yeah whatever."
"Well I'll leave you two to get to know each other." He said and hurried away.
Marissa took a seat. The man just ignored her.
She definitely had her work cut out for her.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, death, all kinds of really bad stuff
Summary: A psychiatrist is put on the case of a man claiming to be Shane McMahon. What she finds out, will unravel the dark secrets of the WWF.
Time frame: Starts out a couple of months after WM 17.
Author's note: Uh the psychiatrist in this fic is not married to Shane McMahon.
Disclaimer: This is a toughy. If you've seen them on TV I don't own them.
Marissa Mazzolla straightened her name tag as she walked into Silver Hill Hospital in New Canaan Connecticut. She walked up to the office of Dr. Ray Carew who was head doctor at the hospital, and the man who she was told to see. She knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
Marissa entered and found a gray haired man looking through a folder as he wrote some notes.
"You are?" He asked without looking up.
"Dr. Mazzolla. I'm here to work on the case of Brendan Orion."
"Oh yes." The man said looking up from the folder. "I'm sorry I'm a little out of sorts at the moment. I just had one of the chief psychiatrists resign. I didn't expect someone to replace him so soon." He reached into his final cabinet and pulled out a file folder and handed it to her. "Have a seat."
Marissa did so.
"I'm Dr. Carew." He said sticking his hand out for her to shake.
She shook it.
"Now how much do you know about Mr. Orion?"
"Not much other then he seems to think he's a Shane McMahon. He tried to attack him I believe? I only really got an overview of the case when I was offered it."
"Yes Brendan's an interesting patient." Dr. Carew said sitting back in his chair. "He's so certain he's Shane McMahon that he went as far as to attack Shane. He was placed here almost a year ago. Sad to say, he's made absolutely no progress. Many psychiatrists have given up. Don't worry, Dr. Mazzola, if you decide the case is too much for you."
"I like a challenge."
He chuckled. "Good then you are in luck. Shall we go meet him?"
She nodded and followed him out of the room. They went into a rec room where several patients were playing cards or watching a baseball game on the TV. Dr. Carew led her to a table where a young man who appeared to be in his late twenties was working on a crossword puzzle. She noticed right away that he was using a ballpoint pen.
"Brendan," Dr. Carew said.
The young man looked up rolled his eyes and then went back to the crossword puzzle. "Let me guess." He said in a soft voice. "She's my new psychiatrist."
Dr. Carew sighed and said, "now Brendan..."
"Yeah whatever."
"Well I'll leave you two to get to know each other." He said and hurried away.
Marissa took a seat. The man just ignored her.
She definitely had her work cut out for her.