It's Closer Than I Ever Even Knew

Maybe she should have dressed up a little. Steven Keirn, Dusty Rhodes, Bill DeMott - not one of them cared if Darcy showed up to a meeting in her sweaty sports leggings and sports bra. Triple H, though? Well, she didn't know.

She knocked on the door to his temporary office and took a deep breath when she was told to enter. She knew that there was a huge possibility that she was about to be fired. Triple H could only have asked for her for one of two reasons: she was getting fired or she was being called up to the main roster. Given that she still couldn't wrestle for more than 7 minutes without botching something she knew it couldn't be the latter.

"Miss Quinn, it's good to see you again."

"Hi, you too," she responded hesitantly. He was cheery. Cheerier than he should be if he was firing someone. "Just getting straight to the point - are you firing me? Because if you are, I don't think I want to sit down."

"Have a seat," he said to her, "I'm not sure how long this conversation will take."

Darcy frowned but sat down. She had grown comfortable enough with the trainers at NXT – even with Keirn – though she wasn't dumb enough to be too buddy-buddy with someone as powerful as Triple H. There were boundaries that not even she would cross.

He was intimidating, even more so than the rest of the wrestlers that she came across. It must have been the power that he held within the company. If he wanted to fire her he probably wouldn't even have to talk to anybody about it.

"I'm here because I wanted to tell you personally that we want to bring you up to TV."

"Television?" she asked, her worry turning into a mix of confusion and shock.

"Yeah," he nodded. "We're looking for Sister Abigail."

Darcy couldn't help but laugh, "The dead nun?"

"We want to reincarnate her and we think that you would suit it best."

"That's crazy!" Darcy shouted, almost jumping from her seat. "Of course I will! I just – that's a huge role and – you would trust me with that?"

"Is there a reason we shouldn't?"

"No! Of course not! I've done everything you've asked of me – is this why I had to grow my hair? – and I will try 130% if given this opportunity."

Darcy sat back in the chair and allowed herself some time to let the idea sink in. Everyone who went into the wrestling industry had the same goal: make it to WWE Television. Others had goals that extended above and beyond – to win championships, to get on Pay Per Views – but Darcy wasn't too fussed about that. It was no secret that she hadn't always wanted to do this. When she started training, and realised just how hard it was, Darcy didn't even think that the WWE would want anything to do with her.

"What do I need to do?"

"When we asked you to let your hair grow – it was in preparation for this."

"Lucky you said something," Darcy said as she reached her hands up to push her hair back over her head. "I was going to cut it off over the weekend. It's at the really annoying stage where if I tie it up half of it falls back down and no one likes that feeling."

"I do know that feeling," Triple H laughed. "We're bringing you up for television but we still want you to train at NXT and do the tapings and the live shows."

Darcy furrowed her brow, "Double duty? How am I supposed to do that?"

"We'll fly you up for Raw and Smackdown – the Pay Per Views as well – and on Wednesday morning we'll fly you back to Florida so you can get better in the ring."

"Wait," Darcy interjected, "Am I wrestling on television?"

"No, Sister Abigail won't wrestle she's just going to be a presence."

Darcy understood and she welcomed it. Her wrestling, while improved, was far from fantastic and so be it if she had to work a little more than she was used to. That's how you get better.

They discussed the character a little more and the logistics of how she was going to be both Sister Abigail and Darcy simultaneously and when she left the office she was bouncing down the halls of the Performance Center.

Running past all her friends and co-workers, Darcy's first destination was her spot. The move to the WWE Performance Center required a new place for Darcy to be alone. There weren't as many options so she had come across quite a few people who were trying to get away – most notably Adrian Neville who had moved in with her and Saraya when Emma moved out.

Pulling her phone from the waistband of her leggings, Darcy made a phone call to someone had helped greatly with her improvements in-ring, on the microphone and backstage.

Jon – her husband – picked up on the third ring.

"What's up? You okay? It's earlier than usual."

"Everything is fan-fucking-tastic!" Darcy said eagerly. "Guess who I just got out of a meeting with?"

"Dusty?" he asked, becoming very interested. He was expecting to hear that she was getting a title shot.

"Triple H," she corrected him, smiling from ear to ear. "I'm going to be Sister Abigail and I get to work Raw and Smackdown and NXT. I get to work with John Cena for fuck's sake-"

Jon interrupted her, "Whoa! Slow down, babe. Sister Abigail? The Wyatt Family's Sister Abigail?"

"The one and only! I don't get to wrestle, though, but that's totally okay because they still want me to do NXT stuff so I'll still get a chance to improve."

He sung her praises, telling her that she deserved every opportunity that she was getting. He told her that she was going to be amazing as Sister Abigail. Darcy never stopped smiling. They would get to spend time together. Two days a week was still two days more than they usually got. It wasn't just the thought of being on television that made her so happy.

"I want you to hang up and go find Graves, okay?"

"Graves? I want to talk to you not Graves."

Jon sighed, "I have to talk to Mercury but I'll call you after the show and we can talk all about it."

Darcy nodded, although he couldn't see, and said goodbye before slipping her phone back into the elastic of her pants and walking back into the building in search of her friend. She was less happy than she had been during the conversation but still happy enough that she was drawing attention to herself.

When she found Matt sitting in the cafeteria section of the Performance Center, Darcy was taken aback by how quickly he rose to his feet. In a few large steps, he was standing in front of her and wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"This is from your boyfriend," Matt told her, as he squeezed her. Darcy laughed and wrapped her arms around him, too.

No one knew that she and Jon had been married in Vegas the week before and they had planned on keeping it that way.

"Did he tell you why?" she asked when they pulled apart. She ignored the curious looks from the others in the area.

"Sister Abigail," Matt said with a nod. "She's supposed to be a nun, isn't she? I have no fucking clue why they picked you."

Darcy pulled a face even if she had wondered the same thing. Sister Abigail wasn't supposed to be holy and innocent, though. She would look it but her actions would be far from what people would expect.