A/N: I own nothing recognizable. Such as the WWE, and anyone that is conected to it. I only own the idea and my original characters.

I have been rolling this around in the back part of my mind for a while now. I KNOW THAT HE IS NOT INJURED RIGHT NOW, but for the sake of my story, let's just say that he is okay? Let's say...a torn rotator cuff? Yeah that sounds good, I think I'll go with that. I don't know hos long it takes to heal that so I'll say six months to be on the safe side, hey he can always return to the squared circle alot sooner. lol. Okay I read a story that I loved and admire the way that the author wrote it I thought that It was very well done. That story gave me the idea to cook up my own story. I hope with all sincerity that the very talented author is not offended or angered in any way. This is ment to compliment, flatter and possibly entertain said author. I send my greatest respect to you great author and I hope that you enjoy my story. Now with out farther procrastination on my part...

Lacy just sat looking at her laptop's glowing screen. She couldn't believe it, last night on Monday Night Raw, Mike Mizanin, better known as the WWE superstar The Miz, had gotten injured with a torn rotator cuff and would be out of action for six months at the most.

"Great now what am I supposed to do with my time?" Reading the rest of the article, she found that they, they being the doctors and surgeons, had to go in and sergicaly repair the torn cuff. "Poor Mike." Scrolling down farther, she found a link to send along some 'Get Well Soon' wishes, if any one wanted to.

" That could be fun...wonder how many he's gotten already? Does he even read them? Would he read mine? Well there's no chance of getting a response either way so...why the hell not? Couldn't hurt right?" Lacy clicked the link and began her letter. After proof reading it, she decided that it was 'Mike worthy' and hit the send button.

Bored with the computer, she closed it and got up from the desk in her room. She felt her pain meds starting to kick in and wanted to lay down. Her sinus cavities, or what ever you wanted to call them now, were killing her. Well at least that's what it felt like to Lacy, thanks to her doctor which had enlarged them for better drainage. The packing was getting on her nerves.

Not nearly as much as being propped up all of the time. She hated not being able to sleep on her stomache. "Another plus of the pain meds." The medication helped her to sleep. "This sucks. It's Thanksgiving holiday, and I can't go anywhere."

Lacy Dimico is a nineteen year old senior at her local high school, and loves to play softball. She would have already graduated a year ago, had the school accepted her home school credits. Instead the public school had claimed that her parents had not used a recognized home school program. If they had she could have gone straight into her sophmore year. Instead, they placed her at a freshman level.

She is Native American Choctaw. So she has black hair, which is down to her hips, and big brown eyes. The only draw back to her body is her hieght. She's about five feet tall. Okay that was when the D.M.V. was flattering her. She was actually about four foot, eleven and three quarter inches tall. The three quarters of an inch is very important. At least in her opinion it is.

At that moment there was a knock and a voice coming from the other side of her bedroom door. "Lace, sweetie? Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Her mother, Katherin Dimico, came through the door holding a tray in her hands. As she sat it on the end of the bed, Lacy could see that there was a bowl of tomato soup, a little bowl of goldfish crackers was next to that as well as a bottle of water on the tray. Smiling sweetly at her daughter, she patted her leg. "Why so glum honey bun? Are you hurting?"

"You could say that."

Wrinkling her forhead in concern Katherin looked at Lacy. "Well what is that supposed to mean? You look like you just lost your best friend...Oh my goodness, are you and Cierra fighting?" Lacy and Cierra Cardone had been friends since kindergarden. Where you found one, you found the other as well.

"No, It's sooo much worse than that." Not paying sttention to what she was doing, Lacy began to stare at her Miz poster in the corner. Looking over her shoulder to follow her daughter's gaze, Katherin saw what was holding Lacy's attention.

"Uh-oh, what happened? Did some one get hurt or something?" Knowing how her daughter felt about the wrestler, she couldn't determine if her daughter was obsessed or in love with the man. It was crazy, but she knew where Lacy was coming from. She used to have a thing for Paul McCartney when she was younger. She didn't want to patronize her about it, because she knew that in time it would fade, like all childhood phases do...at least Katherin hoped that it did.

"Yeah Mike.. I mean Miz got Mike's rotator cuff torn. So he'll bo out for the next six months. But that's okay because I sent him a get well soon message. Via the link on the bottum of the WWE's website." This caused her mother to smile, but secretly she hoped that Lacy wasn't going to be waiting for a reply.

"Well that was very thoughtfull of you dear. You've always been sweet like that. Anyway I brought this up for you. are you hungry?"

"Not really mom, my meds kicked in just a few minutes ago. I think I'm gonna call CC and then take a nap. Thank you for briining it up here though. I'll eat it later, when I wake up." Her mom just pat her foot, handed her her cell phone and started to take the tray back down stairs, but turned back around at the door to tell Lacy to call her if she needed or wanted anything. After nodding and watching her bedroom door closed Lacy dialed Cierra's number and waited for her to pick up.

Laying in his hospital bed, Mike Mizanin was in pain and he was cranky. The nurses were terrified of him. He couldn't blame them. He hadn't been especially nice to anyone. " Oh well." He couldn't help it. He was in pain. When he was in pain that's what usually happened. He got cranky. The nurse came in to take his vitals and to see if he wanted anything for the pain. He had once again declined.

"Really , it would make my job so much easier if you would just take the meds." He looked at hr and just shook his head.

"I don't want my boss to do a random test and find vicodin in my system. Even if I am on the injured list."

"Well if that's the only reason you don't want to take them then I can ask your doctor if you can have some over the counter stuff. If that's what you want of course." Knowing that there was no reason for him to be sitting there in pain he finally nodded. After she left to go talk to Dr. Matthews, Mike used his good arm, his right, to pull his laptop off of the table by the bed and started it up. He logged onto his email account and waited for his in box to load up. When it did boy was he surprised. "One hundred and eighty two! In one day? That's rediculous. "

" What did you say Mr. Mizanin?" The nurse had come back in and was handing him his meds.

"Oh nothing. Sorry. Thanks." He swallowed them with out the water and went back to what he was doing. Taking that as her cue, the nurse left and quietly closed his door. Upon hearling the soft click of the door catching, he opened the first one, and continued. thankfully Stephanie had gotten some one to set up an automatic response to them so that he wouldn't have to reply to any. That's why Mike always got along with Stephanie off of camera. She was a real sweetheart like that. After reading about half he scrolled down clicking on a random email. He thought that it would be good to break the monotony. What he found intrigued him a great deal.

Dear Mike,

I hope it doesn't offend you that I used your given name. It just doesn't seem appropriate use your character's name when The Miz is not the one that is laying in the hospital bed. Bored out of your mind no doubt. It's the Thanksgiving Holiday for me and I laid up too. I recently had an operation myself and know what that's like. So from one temporary invalid to another, keep your chin up. It may not seem like it at the present moment in time, but things will get better. I promise. Slowly, but surely things will get better. Things always do in time. Isn't that what they say? That time heals all hurts? Well I don't know you 'they' are, but between you and me...I think their nuts. I mean yeah it does take time, but that doesn't make you feel any better at the moment. I mean who do 'they ' think that 'they' are? I don't know either, but they better hope no one finds out. I'm fairly sure that there is a price on 'their' heads for that quote. Well I wont take up more of your time. Just get better and stick with the P.T. It'll be slow and painfull, but it'll be so worth it in the end when you get released to go back to Smackdown. Which I hope for my sanitiy's sake is soon. I was very upset to find out that you had been injured. You've been the only thing keeping me sane through my recovery process. You, my DVD's, books I've read a hundred times a piece and laptop. Lame I now, but hey gotta do something to keep sane.

Keep your spirits up,

Lacy

"Well that was refreshing." That was the first one that actually had any depth or humanity in it. All of the other's seemed to tell him in a nut shell, that he sucked and needed to go to hell, or that they were his biggest fans and had enclosed links to pornographic sites. This one was diffrent though. There was genuine concern and kindness behind it. This is what probably sparked his interest as to who the sender really was. 'You could always reply.' Why not couldn't hurt. He hit the reply button and typed up his answering email. After hitting the send button, he realized that this could probably either go two ways. Either she was shocked and pleased by the reply, or she was shocked and scared shitless. He didn't think it would be the later, considering how she went out of her way to find out his real name. No one ever really wants to know the person behind the character being portrayed. They simply assume that they are one and the same. Especially when it came to him and his character The Miz. Well hopefully that email wouldn't turn around and bite him in the butt later.

A/N: Well there you go! First chapter is up. I hope you like it. Please let me know if you do. Your reviews and P/M's will help motivate me to continue this. So Let me know what you think both are always welcome.

~Leelan