I'd been working for a year when Vince approached me, offering me a job. I thought he was joking. But he was serious - he'd heard about me from one of my clients and wanted to sign me to a three year contract. When I asked why, he sighed and said "I'm losing control. I thought I knew my employees fairly well, but over the last few months there have been way too many surprises. I want you to talk to them, see what's going on in their heads."

I reminded him that as a psychatrist anything to me was confidential,but it didn't deter him. "I don't care. I'll be able to tell how successful you are by their actions in and out of the ring."

Then he named my annual pay packet and I had no choice but to accept. I worked out a timetable for myself. For the first two weeks I had each wrestler come in twice a week then revised my notes to see who was most in need of my services.

Al Snow, Kane and Mideon seemed to be the most unbalanced. Al was harmless, but the whole concept of 'Head' had me a bit worried. Kane, I'd made my decision more on what I'd heard, not what he'd said, simply because he hadn't shown up for an appointment yet. Mideon had visions, but since the disbandment of the Ministry of Darkness had nobody to listen to his predictions and was suffering a fate similiar to that of Cassandra.

Mankind was also in need of attention. He had no problems, other than the fact that he was far too trusting. Gangrel was another one - he seemed to believe he was a vampire. I also though Matt & Jeff Hardy and Edge and Christian needed a decent talking to - you'd have to be crazy to attempt some of the moves they did.

At the end of my first month, Vince came into my office to see how I was settling in. I told him things were fine, except for Kane, who was yet to show up. I'm not sure what Vince did, but Kane arrived for his next appointment. I sighed quietly and introduced myself. "Kane, I'm Dr. Juanita Maxwell, but everyone calls me Nita."

Silence.

I tried again. "Why don't you tell me something about yourself?"

More silence. And that's the way it continued for the next 40 minutes. Three times a week for 6 weeks. Kane would come into the hotel room, which was my office, stand in the corner, or sit on the couch or in an armchair and be silent.

One afternoon, as I was walking around the hotel, I saw Sean Waltman waiting for an elevator. I hurried to catch up to him. "Sean, can we talk?"

"I don't have an appointment." he eyed me warily as we got into the lift together. I rolled my eyes. "It's not about you. It's about Kane."

"Is he harbouring some desire to kill me?" Sean asked with interest. I sighed. "You'd know better than I would. Kane won't speak to me."

"Then why bother?" He wasn't being rude, just curious.

"Because I want to know what makes him tick. I want to know if he's going to snap in the middle of a match and attempt to kill somebody."

"You and me both. I may be his tag partner, but he doesn't tell me a damned thing." Sean snarled at me. I had an idea. "Why don't we try and work together? We both want to get Kane to -"

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"No."

"Why not? We both care about him." I was astounded. Sean pushed through the open doors. "Motives. I care because he's my friend. You care because you're paid to."

I cancelled all appointments for the rest of the afternoon, so I could think about what Waltman had said. "You care because you're paid to care." That wasn't true. I was their shrink because I was paid to be. I cared because I knew these people inside out and because I wanted to help them. A lot of the wrestlers who came to see me, came not because they had problems, but because they needed to talk or confide in someone. I gave advice, listen to them bitch or whatever they wanted to talk about. I had a weekly session with Chyna, who spent most of her 40 minutes bitching about her break up with Hunter, not being taken seriously by the fans, not being taken seriously by other wrestlers and life in general. It was pretty much the same stuff week in week out, but she needed to get it off her chest and that's what I was there for.

Part of my job was to watch the shows each week in case a problem happened that I could solve or if someone snapped. I was kinda glad Ken Shamrock had taken time away from the WWF, because I wouldn't have had the energy to

deal with that at least three times a week.

The night after my chat with Sean was the night of the DX reunion. I watched Kane sadly as he stormed past me. He was devastated.

After the show, when I got back to my hotel room, I was surprised to see Kane sitting on the couch. I put my bag on the table and sat on an armchair opposite him. "What is it Kane?"

He looked at the ground, then back up at me. "Tomorrow is your day off isn't it? If it's not too much trouble Nita, could I see you tomorrow, but only if it won't cause a problem." he asked haltingly.

"I had plans to meet a friend, but if you want to see me I can cancel them." I told him, trying to hide my delight. He stood up to leave. "That's ok? I'm not causing trouble?"

"No Kane. It's no trouble and it's not a problem. Is 10:30 tomorrow morning ok with you?" I asked. He nodded solemnly. "I'll be there."

The next morning I was in my office at 10:00. Kane arrived at 10:15, walking in without knocking and sat on the couch. I waited for him to speak.

And waited. 10:30 came and went, as did 10:45, and 11am.

Eventually I said to him "Kane, you're wasting my time and yours. If you don't want to talk or let me help in anyway then we may as well call it quits. You requested this meeting, if it's only to avoid Sean then you should've said and I would've taken you to the movies with me and my friend. I don't want to give up on you, but I can't help someone who refuses to help himself."

I got up to leave.

"No."

I turned around. "Then tell me why you asked for this meeting Kane."

"I'm sorry Nita. I don't know where to start." He looked at me anxiously. I hid a smile. "Being where you want to begin Kane."

"I asked for an appointment because of Sean. He told me you were only here for money, you don't care. He said you were here to see if I was crazy or not then send me away again. People who do not care have hurt me; I do not want it to happen again. But Sean also said I was his best friend, then he turned on me. I think that if he's wrong about being my friend then he's wrong about you."

I could have cried out of happiness. Finally, Kane was ready to talk! It was worth all the crap I'd put up with from others. I wanted to hug him, but when I approached he backed off sharply, then looked at me, with a worried expression on his face. I smiled at him. "It's ok not to want to hug Kane."

Thing improved dramatically after that. He'd spend the whole 40 minutes talking and sometimes I'd have to cancel the next appointment so I wouldn't interrupt his story. I saw him everyday professionally and most days socially - either watching TV or sightseeing.

It was a short time later that Tori came into his life. I cut his appointments from daily to twice a week, I didn't think he needed any more. He was in love with her, he confessed shyly to me one day and he was nearly in tears of joy when he told me that she didn't care about his scars. I was a bit miffed at that; even I hadn't seen him without his mask yet.

Kane came to me almost in tears the night Tori was taken by Sean for the holidays. His relationship with her had made him more receptive to physical affection, so I rocked him in my arms until he fell asleep. Kane and I spent Christmas together, I'd brought him a present, which he didn't want to accept because he hadn't gotten me one. I told him I'd break it over his head if he didn't take it, so he did. I got him one of those things with sand and funky coloured liquid in it, you know the ones, you turn them upside down and watch the sand settle back into the bottom. He was very pleased with it.

His next session was three days after Tori came back. Kane was relaxed as he told me what Tori had said about spending the holidays with Sean. I, however had reservations. Sean a "perfect gentleman?" I doubted it. When it came down to the guys, Sean was only out sleazed by Val Venis. I wondered what Tori had up her sleeve.

I found out about two weeks later. I was just getting in from a clubbing session with the Canadians, when I saw Tori sneaking out of a room. She looked around furtively, then lightly ran back to the room she shared with Kane. My guts twisted. How could I tell Kane? How could I hide it from him?

I decided to confront Tori instead, finding her playing a solo game of pool the next night. "What the hell are you doing? He's gonna be destroyed when he finds out about you and Sean."

"No kidding." She lined up and took a shot, which missed by a mile. She chalked up her cue. "It doesn't matter. He's in love with someone else who will more than happy to see me out of the way and comfort him, I'm sure."

I had to ask. "Who?"

She laughed as a ball went into one of the pockets. "You have to ask? Why Nita, I thought you were more perceptive than that. I'll give you a hint. She knows him even better than I do."

I looked at her blankly. She laughed again. "You really have no idea do you? Are you such an innocent that you can't tell when you've fallen in love?"

She potted the back ball and left the room me gaping. I don't know what hit my hardest, the knowledge that Tori was planning to leave Kane for Sean or the fact that she was right - I was in love with Kane.

< When did that happen? > I thought. < When did Kane begin to mean more to me than a client? >

I was in turmoil. I had an appointment with Kane the next morning. I didn't think I could cancel on him without a decent reason, which I didn't really have. I paced up and down my hotel room nervously thinking of excuses to cancel. I couldn't face him, I knew that much. Had it been obvious to anyone else?

It was just as the phone rang that something occurred to me. Something Tori had said. "He's in love with someone who will be more than happy to see me out of the way and comfort him, I'm sure." Kane in love with me? No way. No fucking way. Not that I didn't want it, but he loved Tori - didn't he? I was so confused, that I completely forgot about the phone. Minutes later, while I was still pacing and frantically trying to sort things out, there was a knock on the door. "Nita? You there?"

"Oh yeah, come on in Hunter." I snapped out of it. I smiled at Hunter as he came in, followed by his wife. "Hey Steph. What's doin guys?"

"Not much." Steph replied. "I'm just here to see if you wanna girls night out. He's here on business."

"Why am I being fired, what's the reason and how much severance pay am I getting?" Once a smart arse always a smart arse, even when your mind is two floors above and eight across. Stephanie laughed, while Hunter took me seriously. "You're not being fired Nita. We're very impressed with what you've done for the company. You've managed to calm down a lot of the more... shall we say... unpredictable employees and-"

"Oh shut up Hunter. Get to the point." Steph elbowed him. He shook his head. "Huh? Oh yeah right. The point is, everyone has a day off and that includes you."

"Cool." < Thank you, thank you, thank you! > My next appointment with Kane was for four days. Problem solved temporarily. Steph nodded at the door. "Ok hon, get outta here."

Hunter looked at us and left, giving Stephanie a goodbye kiss. I looked at her and grinned. "Girls night huh?"

"Yup. From Moolah and Mae Young to me and The Kat and everybody in between. Except Tori."

< No Tori? Even better. > I smiled. "Count me in!"

The next night, I fought back a raging hangover as I watched the television screen nervously, watching for signs that I knew meant the end of Kane's self restraint. I nearly chewed my bottom lip off as DX came out. This would not be good. I felt sick as I watched Sean and Tori kissing. How could they do that to Kane?

I went to Kane's hotel room as soon as I saw him get back. He was curled up into a ball on his bed and I didn’t event think about it, I just went wrapped my arms around him. He put his head on my chest, his arms around my waist, holding me close and cried.

I fought back my own tears. To see this 7-foot man bawling like a baby was something I never want to experience again. He cried for what felt hours as I rocked him and made crooning noises. When he had run out of tears, I still held him. He looked up at me. "Why do you care?"

"Because I just do." I smoothed a lock of hair off his face and tried to hide a yawn. It was late and I had gotten very little sleep last night. I glanced at my watch. "I'd better go to bed."

"No! Please Juanita, don't leave." I stopped in shock. That was the first time he'd called me by my full name. I turned around and looked at him. "What is it?"

"I don't think I can sleep alone tonight. Please stay with me." I gulped. What could I do but accept? There was no way I was leaving this gentle giant alone if he didn't want to be. I smiled at him. "I'll just get changed. I can't sleep in these clothes."

When I got back, Kane had already changed and gotten into bed. I gestured at the couch, but Kane shook his head. Somewhat nervously, I crawled into the bed next to him. Kane turned out the light and then removed his mask, before wrapping me tightly in his arms. I stroked his hair until his breathing grew regular and then attempted to sleep myself.

This wasn't an easy task. Desire was shooting through me and I knew that in Kane's current emotional state I could have him if I wanted to, but I had too many morals to do that. I lay awake for what felt like hours, but was in reality probably only 20 minutes, before Kane started thrashing around. I shook him awake. "Kane, baby, what is it?"

He sat up in bed, gasping for breath and shaking. I reached out to hold him, but couldn't find him in the dark. "Hang on while I turn the light on."

"DON'T!" He cried, just as I turned on the lamp. Quick as a flash, he buried his face in the pillow. Not understanding, I tried to turn his face around. "Kane, what's wrong?"

"TURN OFF THE LAMP!" he yelled, groping for his mask. In a flash I understood. He didn't want me to see his scarred face. I leant over and snatched it out of his hand. "Kane. Look at me."

He kept his face turned away. I sighed. "Kane. Please. Show me."

Slowly he turned around. I gasped in horror. "Oh my god."

Thinking my reaction to be one of repulsion he turned away. "Go."

"No fucking way." I climbed back onto the bed. "Kane, please listen to me. Those are terrible scars, I was shocked I'll admit it. But to me it changes nothing. It doesn't change what you mean to me."

"What do I mean to you?" He asked, turning around and looking at me intensely. I laughed bitterly. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me."

I reached forawrds and gently ran a finger over the scars. He seemed to be holding his breath. I leant further forawrds and kissed him.

For a second he didn't respond, then held me tight and kissed me back, tenatively, his tongue exploring my mouth gently. I manuevered myself into a better position and increased the tempo of the kiss. I was gasping for air when it finally ended. "Wow."

"I've never been kissed like that before." Kane confessed quietly. I looked at him in surprise. "But Tori-"

"Not like this. And things never got too far. I was always too nervous and she never pushed the matter." He hung his head. I pulled him to me. "Oh baby I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault." Kane told me softly. He pushed himself into a sitting position, so I was straddling his hips. I gasped as the heat of his arousal came into contact with me through the thin material of nightclothes.

Slowly I trailed my hands down his chest, He moaned in pleasure and shyly began to unbutton my pajama top. He gsaped when my breast fell loose and I felt his twitch under me. As his large hands cupped my breasts and began teasing the nipples with his thumb i writh on top of him. Oh this was incredible.

With a teasing smile I shifted off Kane, moving down the bed and pulling his pajama bottoms with me, until he was completely naked for my viewing pleasure.

And what a sight it was. The scars were terrible on his chest, but faded towards his navel until they had dispapeared by the time they reached his hips. His cock stood proudly, and I wondered if I'd be able to take all of him. I was by no means a virgin, but it had been a while.

I looked at Kane. He was watching me carefully, trying to gague a reaction. I laid next to him on the bed. "I'm not going to lie to you Kane. Those scars are terrible and it makes me feel sick to look at them. But what makes me even sicker is the fact that nobody bothers looking past those scars to see what a wonderful person you are."

Kane rolled onto his side and looked at me. I reached up and gently placed my hand on his cheek before running my fingres through his hair. "You're a good person Kane. Don't ever let anyone convince you otherwise."

"You really mean it don't you?" Kane looked at me intently. "You really do care."

"Of course I care." I laughed, moving closer. "I wouldn't be here id I didn't care about you."

I leaned up and kissed Kane, pressing my naked body against him. He rolled us both over, pinning me to the matrress. I sighed and moved against him, running my hands over his arms and chest. I nuzzled at his collarbone, delighting in the taste of his skin. I looked up at Kane, who seemed a little worried. After a puzzling few seconds, I understood why. I pulled his head down so it was resting on my shoulder. "Don't worry about it baby. It doesn't matter how inexperienced you are, it's going be ok. In fact, I bet it's gonna be netter than ok. You know why? Because I care about you. And believe me, when you care about someone, it's always good, just because your with someone you care about."

I kissed him hungrily and wrapped my legs around him. Kane held me tight and slowly slid into me. I cried out as he filled me completely. Oh my god. This was gonna be one hell of a night. Kane looked at me in concern. "Is this ok?"

"It's better than ok Kane." I reassured him. "It's fantastic." He still looked worried. I smiled at him. "Just do what your instincts tell you. That's all I want from you, nothing more, nothing less. Just do what feels right and what feels good."

Growling low in his throat again, he grasped my hips and pulled me hard against him, driving into me. I moaned and arched against him, pulling him down for a kiss. We moved together quickly. Before long, Kane cried out, thrusting into me hard and holding me tight against him. That was all it took to send me over the edge. I shouted his name and clung to him, leaving deep scratch marks on his arms.

We lay togther for a long time afterwards. I loved the feel of Kane's body against mine, listening to his heartbeat. After a while, Kane spoke. "Was that..."

"It was fantastic." I told him honestly. He looked at me doubtfully. I laughed gently. "Have I ever lied to you before? Why would I start now?"

He had no answer for that. Instead, he tightened his hold on me, dozing off. I snuggled in against him and joined him in a blissful slumber.