Title: Behind the Mirror
Author: Katie
Email: PugNTurtle@aol.com
Rating: PG-13 for now, some bad language
Summary: Kane's attacks give everyone a new perspective when a secret is
revealed.
Spoilers: 7/21/03 Raw
Pairings: Austin/Lilian, Stephanie/Hunter, Trish/Shane McMahon
Notes: Okay, in reading the Raw notes, I learned that before the final
segment, during the break, Kane cut a promo and proceeded to tombstone a
fan and chase Lilian to the back as if he was going to attack her
(shudders). That's an important factor for you to know, I don't want you
all to think I am anymore nutso than usual. LOL. As always, feedback is
appreciated but not begged for. It's not in my character.
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Hospital waiting rooms. What was it about them? They always seemed like a funeral home rather than just somewhere to. well, wait. No one was talking or looking at each other. Every once and awhile a doctor would enter the room, singling out a person or family to talk to them quietly. So far, no one had even looked twice at her. It kind of unnerved the woman sitting there, all alone, no one to rest her aching head against like some of the other people were doing so. Her red rimmed eyes were actually stinging from the tears she kept shedding. She kind of wished that someone would come and sit next to her and ask her what was wrong. Heck, she kind of even wished that a screaming toddler would enter the room to break the silence.
A loud and exaggerating sigh interrupted her brooding, and she quickly snapped her head up, rolling her eyes when she saw the two men who had entered the waiting room seconds apart and met. This was not the talking she wanted to hear. With a small sigh, she stood up, not wanting to be part of the war that was about to start.
"Why in the hell are you here?" The first man asked, not even trying to disguise his disgust.
"I could ask you the same question," the second man shot back, never one to back down from a confrontation.
"Well, I asked it first."
"Only cause you're a jackass."
"Oh, fuck you."
"Why don't you fuck yourself?"
"Do you two mind?"
She couldn't help but interrupt, though she knew it was really none of her business, but they were drawing glares from the other people in the waiting room. The two men arguing jumped, somewhat guiltily when a third voice cut into their heated argument. However, one of the men looked at the woman who interrupted them, confused.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, earning a glare from the female.
"What the fuck is it to you?" she retorted quickly, drawing a smirk from the second man, who quickly sobered when she brought her red eyes to him. "Where the hell were you two when Kane attacked her?" she asked, trying not to shout and draw attention to them.
Eric Bischoff was the first one to speak. "Well, Linda did give us the night off-"
"That's not a good reason," she retorted, bringing her anger filled eyes to meet the cold blue ones of Stone Cold Steve Austin.
"I wanted to make sure she was okay. Despite what people think, I do have a heart," the Rattlesnake replied, avoiding the question as he brought his hands up in defense.
Before the woman could reply, Eric muttered, "Too bad it's made of stone."
"If you have something to say, say it to my face, don't mumble," Austin shot back, stepping closer to his coworker.
"I thought you couldn't hit anyone," Bischoff taunted, although he took a step back from Austin.
"That's only when I'm working, jackass, and right now we seem to be off the clock."
"Go ahead, hit me. I'll have you arrested so fast-"
"Look, just shut up!" The two men jumped again, looking at the woman, surprised. She sent another glare towards them, adding, "Linda McMahon is in a hospital room, God knows how serious her injury could be, and you two are sitting out here arguing about business things?"
"Actually, we are standing here arguing," Bischoff retorted, upset that the woman was verbally chastising him. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself by biting her lip hard. She wasn't going to deck him. That would be too satisfying. She was about to reply but Austin beat her to the chase.
"I know a good seat for you. It's right next to Satan," he said loudly.
"Oh, kiss my ass," Bischoff replied, just as loud.
"I'd rather kick it," Austin yelled, pushing Bischoff in the chest as his anger reached the boiling point.
For whatever reason, stupidity or bravery, Lilian Garcia stepped in between Austin and Bischoff, hoping to diffuse the argument. It was a dumb thing to do, for Bischoff drew his fist back and jabbed out. Lilian flinched, turning quickly so that his fist wouldn't connect with her face. However, he struck her shoulder, sending the little blonde to the hard floor. Instinct told her to put her hand out to stop the fall, but unfortunately it ended up in an awkward position. Lilian cried out in pain when she felt the bones in her arm snap.
The room spun around her, and she could feel people leaning over her. She wasn't sure who it was, nor did she really care. Lilian pushed a hand away, struggling to stand as she looked at the horrified faces of Austin and Bischoff.
"I am so sorry!" Austin exclaimed, his angered face turning soft as he looked at the little blonde cradling her broken limb close to her body.
"You should be!" Bischoff said, attempting to move toward Lilian to check on her.
She put up her uninjured hand, glaring at Bischoff. The Co-GM of Raw stopped in his tracks. The room was dead silent, no one moving as Lilian moved her glare to Austin, the Rattlesnake actually ducking his head in shame at her hard gaze.
"I want you both to leave this hospital right now." She ground out the words, emphasizing each word.
Austin swallowed. He knew his actions were uncalled for and he made a move for the exit, intending to leave the city and brood. Hopefully with a few cold beers.
Bischoff, however, wasn't so smart. He stared at Lilian, angry that she was ordering him out of the building. "What right do you have to order me out of this hospital?"
Lilian turned, closing her eyes to fight off a wave of dizziness. "I have more right then you think, Eric."
"What kind of right could you possibly have that would give you the privilege to kick me out?" Bischoff pressed.
Austin turned to him, intending to drag his coworker out of the room before he pissed off the blonde woman even more. However, she turned to him, the tears welling in her eyes once more.
"I have more right than you, that's for sure," Lilian spat, trying to keep her voice down.
"What is it, then?" Bischoff yelled.
"Linda McMahon is my mother, damn it!"
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Hospital waiting rooms. What was it about them? They always seemed like a funeral home rather than just somewhere to. well, wait. No one was talking or looking at each other. Every once and awhile a doctor would enter the room, singling out a person or family to talk to them quietly. So far, no one had even looked twice at her. It kind of unnerved the woman sitting there, all alone, no one to rest her aching head against like some of the other people were doing so. Her red rimmed eyes were actually stinging from the tears she kept shedding. She kind of wished that someone would come and sit next to her and ask her what was wrong. Heck, she kind of even wished that a screaming toddler would enter the room to break the silence.
A loud and exaggerating sigh interrupted her brooding, and she quickly snapped her head up, rolling her eyes when she saw the two men who had entered the waiting room seconds apart and met. This was not the talking she wanted to hear. With a small sigh, she stood up, not wanting to be part of the war that was about to start.
"Why in the hell are you here?" The first man asked, not even trying to disguise his disgust.
"I could ask you the same question," the second man shot back, never one to back down from a confrontation.
"Well, I asked it first."
"Only cause you're a jackass."
"Oh, fuck you."
"Why don't you fuck yourself?"
"Do you two mind?"
She couldn't help but interrupt, though she knew it was really none of her business, but they were drawing glares from the other people in the waiting room. The two men arguing jumped, somewhat guiltily when a third voice cut into their heated argument. However, one of the men looked at the woman who interrupted them, confused.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, earning a glare from the female.
"What the fuck is it to you?" she retorted quickly, drawing a smirk from the second man, who quickly sobered when she brought her red eyes to him. "Where the hell were you two when Kane attacked her?" she asked, trying not to shout and draw attention to them.
Eric Bischoff was the first one to speak. "Well, Linda did give us the night off-"
"That's not a good reason," she retorted, bringing her anger filled eyes to meet the cold blue ones of Stone Cold Steve Austin.
"I wanted to make sure she was okay. Despite what people think, I do have a heart," the Rattlesnake replied, avoiding the question as he brought his hands up in defense.
Before the woman could reply, Eric muttered, "Too bad it's made of stone."
"If you have something to say, say it to my face, don't mumble," Austin shot back, stepping closer to his coworker.
"I thought you couldn't hit anyone," Bischoff taunted, although he took a step back from Austin.
"That's only when I'm working, jackass, and right now we seem to be off the clock."
"Go ahead, hit me. I'll have you arrested so fast-"
"Look, just shut up!" The two men jumped again, looking at the woman, surprised. She sent another glare towards them, adding, "Linda McMahon is in a hospital room, God knows how serious her injury could be, and you two are sitting out here arguing about business things?"
"Actually, we are standing here arguing," Bischoff retorted, upset that the woman was verbally chastising him. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself by biting her lip hard. She wasn't going to deck him. That would be too satisfying. She was about to reply but Austin beat her to the chase.
"I know a good seat for you. It's right next to Satan," he said loudly.
"Oh, kiss my ass," Bischoff replied, just as loud.
"I'd rather kick it," Austin yelled, pushing Bischoff in the chest as his anger reached the boiling point.
For whatever reason, stupidity or bravery, Lilian Garcia stepped in between Austin and Bischoff, hoping to diffuse the argument. It was a dumb thing to do, for Bischoff drew his fist back and jabbed out. Lilian flinched, turning quickly so that his fist wouldn't connect with her face. However, he struck her shoulder, sending the little blonde to the hard floor. Instinct told her to put her hand out to stop the fall, but unfortunately it ended up in an awkward position. Lilian cried out in pain when she felt the bones in her arm snap.
The room spun around her, and she could feel people leaning over her. She wasn't sure who it was, nor did she really care. Lilian pushed a hand away, struggling to stand as she looked at the horrified faces of Austin and Bischoff.
"I am so sorry!" Austin exclaimed, his angered face turning soft as he looked at the little blonde cradling her broken limb close to her body.
"You should be!" Bischoff said, attempting to move toward Lilian to check on her.
She put up her uninjured hand, glaring at Bischoff. The Co-GM of Raw stopped in his tracks. The room was dead silent, no one moving as Lilian moved her glare to Austin, the Rattlesnake actually ducking his head in shame at her hard gaze.
"I want you both to leave this hospital right now." She ground out the words, emphasizing each word.
Austin swallowed. He knew his actions were uncalled for and he made a move for the exit, intending to leave the city and brood. Hopefully with a few cold beers.
Bischoff, however, wasn't so smart. He stared at Lilian, angry that she was ordering him out of the building. "What right do you have to order me out of this hospital?"
Lilian turned, closing her eyes to fight off a wave of dizziness. "I have more right then you think, Eric."
"What kind of right could you possibly have that would give you the privilege to kick me out?" Bischoff pressed.
Austin turned to him, intending to drag his coworker out of the room before he pissed off the blonde woman even more. However, she turned to him, the tears welling in her eyes once more.
"I have more right than you, that's for sure," Lilian spat, trying to keep her voice down.
"What is it, then?" Bischoff yelled.
"Linda McMahon is my mother, damn it!"