I know I shouldn't start a new story that isn't the sequel to 'The Apprentice' but I couldn't help it, this idea was bugging me and I just needed to write it down. I'm not sure if I will continue with this or not, it will depend what people think of the idea.

As she hurried down the corridor of the hospital she tried not to knock anybody down on her route to get to where she needed to go.

Finally reaching the desk she stood impatiently in line tapping her foot on the floor as everybody seemed to be taken forever in front of her and she just wanted to get the information. After what felt like an eternity it was her turn, "where is Vince McMahon?" Suddenly remembering her manners and where she was she sighed softly, "please. Where is Vince McMahon please?"

The only acknowledgement she got was the sound of her tapping away on the keyboard before the woman finally lifted her head to look at the person stood in front of her, "room 211. Go straight down the corridor until you reach the elevator and then take it up to the second floor before you turn right and the waiting room should then be straight in front of you. Wait in there and the Doctor will come and speak with you when they are ready."

With a simple wave of the hand she was back off hurrying down the corridor until she reached the elevators and then waited impatiently for one to arrive before she pushed herself in among the crowd of people and travelled up the two floors.

Upon reaching the second floor she walked off of the elevator and turned right making her way towards the waiting room quickly entering the room she took a seat and just waited.

After what seemed like forever she finally saw a Doctor enter the room, "are you here to see Vince McMahon?"

Nodding her head she stood up, "yes I am, how is he?"

"All things considered he is doing okay, he is very lucky that somebody was there with him otherwise the outlook might not have been so positive."

"So what is wrong with him? Can I see him?"

The Doctor chuckled and nodded his head, "Mr McMahon suffered a serious heart attack and will need to spend a few days in here before he will be released at which point I will be recommending he spends at least a month at home resting with absolutely no stress in his life. You may see him though, be quiet though as he is currently resting."

Nodding her head she slowly made her way past the Doctor and down the corridor until she came to room 211 and gently knocked on the door before she pushed it open and stepped inside quickly shutting the door behind her again.

Having taken no more than three steps into the room her attention was quickly drawn to the bed in the room when she heard, "Mommy!"

Quickly walking closer to the bed she laughed softly as she wrapped her arms around the little boy who had called out to her hugging him tightly, "Mikey, what are you doing here?"

"Your Mom had to go out so it was just me and him."

Lifting the little boy from the bed she balanced him on her hip before she turned her attention to the owner of the voice, "I'm sorry Dad."

Carefully pushing himself up in bed Vince shook his head, "don't be sorry Stephanie, Mikey probably saved my life."

Sighing heavily she ran her hand over the little boy's head as he rested it on her shoulder, "do Mom and Shane know you're here?"

"I assume they rang your Mom too but at the last minute Shane flew back out to China this morning and I don't want to worry him and for him to come home so I would prefer it if we kept it from him."

Nodding her head she shifted the little boy to her other hip, "we should go and let you get some rest. I'll come and visit when I can but it will be hard as there's nobody to look after Mikey and I don't want him to wear you out." Turning her attention to the little boy she rubbed his back gently, "say bye to your Grandpa."

Obediently the little boy turned to his Grandpa and waved, "bye Poppy."

Leaning forward she pressed a kiss to her Father's cheek, "I love you Dad, take care of yourself."

Turning to walk away she was stopped in her tracks when her Dad grabbed her arm, "hold on Stephanie, we need to talk."

Sighing softly she turned back to face her Dad, "what is it?"

"The Doctor said I will be off work for at least a month as I need complete rest and no stress which means somebody needs to go to the shows and run them. Shane is in China for a few weeks, your Mom is busy with the Senate campaign so you understand what that means don't you?"

Deciding to play dumb she shook her head, "you want me to draft in a replacement for you?"

Frowning Vince shook his head, "no Stephanie. What this means is that you are going to have to bite the bullet and go and run the shows for me."

Violently she shook her head, "no way Dad, no way in hell. You know I can't go back there, not when he still works there."

"Do you want the WWE to fail? A month without a McMahon in charge will cost millions, if not more than that, so you don't have a choice, you have to do this."

"But what about Mikey?"

"What about him?"

"I have nobody to look after him. You can't do it, Mom can't, I can't ask Marissa to do it as she already has her three and I don't trust a random stranger to take care of my son for a couple of days a week."

Staring at his daughter he really couldn't believe how difficult she was making this for him when he was meant to be relaxing and taking it easy, "it isn't rocket science, you just take him with you."

Her eyes widened and she looked at her Dad like he had lost his marbles, "I think that heart attack has affected more than just your heart, I think it has affected your brain as well. You know full well I can't take Mikey to the arena and why exactly I can't do that."

"Well it looks like you don't have a choice in the matter than does it Stephanie? I need a McMahon running the shows and that McMahon will be you and you will just have to deal with it. End of discussion."

Rolling her eyes Stephanie just spun around and stormed out of the hospital room before she headed for the elevator to get out of the hospital completely.

As she was heading towards the exit Mikey finally spoke up again, "why can't I go to the 'rena?"

Slowing down the speed of her steps she kissed the little boy on the top of the head, "because Mommy wants to protect you."

Looking at his Mom with inquisitive eyes he wanted answers, "from what?"

"From everything. Now let's get you home and get some dinner inside of you before bed."

Silence fell over them as she picked up the speed at which she was walking just needing to get out of the hospital and away from her Dad.