A/N: Happy Australia Day to all my fellow Aussies! Thank you for reviewing all! Who is getting into Wrestlemania Fever with the Royal Rumble so close? Unfortunately I have to work the day it is on so I will be watching it when I get home that night with my son...

Chapter Eleven: Transfer

Present – Toronto, Canada

Quinn sat at the back of the bus with her hood pulled up, headphones in and her gaze focused solely on the passing city as the tour bus headed for Kingston. They had a live show that night but Quinn would have much preferred to be on a plane headed back for her new, two-bedroom house in Dayton.

A few members of talent and backstage assistants looked at her in concern. Word had spread of a verbal altercation between Quinn, Renee and Jon but rumours were nowhere near close to the true situation.

A few seats up sat Jon. He had his own headphones in and sunglasses on to hide the lack of sleep he'd had the night before. Quinn had refused to listen to him when after he had admitted the truth of how she got her contract. She had stepped into the elevator and slammed the door shut before he could stop her. She had ignored his phone calls, text messages and even his attempted talk to her that morning before getting on the bus.

A sigh slipped from Jon as he turned and looked back to where Quinn sat. Her eyes were closed but her fingers tapping against her chest in time to whatever she was listening to, gave away the fact that she was still awake. Jon stood, ignoring the sudden stares and moved back to where Quinn was and promptly sat down next to her.

Quinn jumped with a start, her eyes opening as she looked at Jon in surprise. Her whole body tensed as she shifted closer to the window and purposely turned away from him.

Jon shot glares at everyone around them until they turned away, shifting their focus to anything but the two people who clearly were in a dispute over something.

Jon pulled a headphone from Quinn's ear, which she ignored, refusing to look at him.

"You can continue to ignore me or we can sort this out," murmured Jon softly.

Quinn shifted to look at Jon, her face full of anger, "Fine. But not here. Not in front of everyone."

"Fine. At the hotel."

Quinn nodded and turned away, putting her headphone back in. Jon sighed and stood up, moving back to his seat.

Kingston, Canada

Jon had watched which floor Quinn had gone to at the hotel. After dumping his stuff in his room he headed for the floor and walked along the corridor. Thankfully he saw Trinity exit her room.

"Hey Trin. Which room is Quinn's? She told me but I forgot," said Jon.

"Oh room six."

"Thanks," replied Jon as he spotted said number on a nearby door and walked over to it.

Jon knocked and waited patiently, his hands jammed in his jeans pocket. A few moments later Quinn opened the door. Now that he could see her in better lighting, he could see she looked as exhausted as he did.

Quinn sighed and stepped aside, letting him into the room. Jon walked in and Quinn shut the door. She walked over to the lounges and sat down, gesturing to Jon to take a seat also. Jon sat opposite Quinn, looking directly at her.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Quinn," said Jon, breaking the silence, "I don't regret doing what I did. Hanna did call me. She told me you had been trying to get in touch with anyone from the WWE who would listen to you about a second chance… that you were determined to get your career back and prove you were worth the risk, despite your abrupt departure… Hanna just told me you had been through rough times and had come out the other side a stronger person," Jon paused, shifting forward in his seat, "Hanna was right. You are stronger. You have changed but I still see the Quinn I know and love in you. You have a wall around you and you keep it up to protect yourself – I get that, Quinn, I do… but not everyone is out to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you."

"You did the one thing I never wanted you… or… or any of my family and friends to do," said Quinn softly, looking at her hands on her lap, "You have put your career on the line for me… this… this is your dream, Jon. You live and breathe wrestling and you go and tie my success to your contract. One slip up from me and not only am I gone but so are you!" Quinn stood up, breathing rapidly as she paced back and forth, "The whole point of me pushing you away to begin with was to avoid this – you missing out on your dreams! I'm not worth the risk, Jon! I never wanted this to happen – ever!" Quinn halted in her pacing and looked at Jon, "So… so as soon as we are back in the US I will be organising a meeting with Vince to make him untie your contract from mine. I won't let you do this. I'm not worth the risk."

Jon stood up and walked over to Quinn and cupped her face in his hands, making her look at him. Her eyes were wide with surprise as Jon stepped closer.

"You are worth every damn risk there could be. Don't you get it, Quinn?" said Jon as one hand slipped from her face, down her side to hold her by the waist, "I never stopped loving you. I never gave up on you. Some part of me, deep down, knew you had a reason for everything. It's why I couldn't stay angry at you for long… why I couldn't and still cannot get you out of my head… why being around you but not being with you is too hard to bare."

Quinn couldn't reply. She didn't know what to say or think. Her heart was beating wildly and her senses were overloaded at the smell and feel of Jon being so close to her. Unable to remain unresponsive any longer, Quinn closed the gap between them. Her lips pressed against Jon's in a soft, gentle kiss that slowly built up heat and speed as it went. Her hands clutched at his shirt tightly as Jon lifted Quinn up and laid her on the lounge with him on top. Quinn's hands slid up Jon's shirt before Jon leaned up and pulled it off himself. He quickly claimed Quinn's lips again and the burning desire between them continued to build.

As Jon's lips trailed from Quinn's to her jawline Quinn's phone ringing from the coffee table beside them sounded.

Quinn desperately wanted to ignore her phone but reluctantly pushed Jon back, forcing him to move from above her. With a sigh, Quinn reached for her phone and answered it.

"Hello, Quinn speaking," said Quinn moving into a seated position as she listened to the caller, "Really?"

Jon grabbed his shirt and pulled it on as Quinn frowned at what was being said to her.

"I-I see… so tonight… right… right, um… yeah, no I understand. Thank you… yeah I will be there Monday… okay… bye."

Quinn ended the call and stood up. Jon frowned at her expression. She looked confused and lost.

"Quinn?" said Jon quietly.

Quinn looked at Jon in surprise, as though she had forgotten he was still there, "I'm being moved to Raw… the transfer happens tomorrow night during my match against Nikki."

Jon gave Quinn a look of disbelief. Quinn turned away and walked over to the windows, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I deserve this," said Quinn, "I mean, I caused so much drama between you and Renee… with the whole rape thing. I mean, I can look at it as a fresh start. Prove I can climb the ladder."

"We won't see each other," said Jon bluntly feeling anger bubbling beneath his veins.

Quinn turned to Jon and saw him marching towards the door to leave her hotel room. She ran after him and grabbed him by the arm before he could open the door. Jon turned towards her at her touch and Quinn forcefully pushed him against the wall and looked at him with wide, worried eyes.

"What are you doing? Where are going?" she demanded.

"They can't take you away from me, Quinn. I can't lose you," said Jon, one hand brushing a curly lock from her face.

Quinn sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Look… we both know we don't fully know what this is… we can't dive into anything Jon – you know I am right. You've just broken up with Renee… and she is clearly pissed off. If this is real and going to go the distance, we need to take it slowly. Being on separate shows will help. If we want this, we will make time for each other."

Jon pressed his forehead against Quinn's, knowing she spoke sense. He let a deep breath and gave a nod, feeling Quinn relax against him.

Ottawa, Canada

It wasn't until the next night in Ottawa that Jon came across Renee. When she saw him glaring at her he gestured to a side room and walked into it to wait for her.

"I gather you want to talk?" said Renee coolly.

"Yeah. Did you put the transfer in for yourself?" asked Jon.

Renee frowned, "Yes. You were there, remember?"

"I know, but how do I know you didn't go back separately and speak to Shane or Vince without my knowledge?"

"And when would I have done that, Jon?" snapped Renee angrily, "When I'm not here, I'm on press for either a pay per view or for Total Divas!"

"That's why," said Jon suddenly, "That's why they're moving her."

"Moving who? Quinn? Is this about Quinn?" asked Renee her anger growing in her voice, "Are you already fucking her? Didn't take you long!"

"Don't go there!" spat Jon, "I already have owned up to my mistakes. Quinn didn't want to do anything to hurt you, Renee. If you must know we haven't slept together."

Jon turned and left the room. He walked along the corridor, clenching and unclenching his fists as he went. He turned a corner and spotted Quinn warming up for her last appearance on Smackdown. She was wearing her very first outfit from her first appearance just a few months ago. Her hair was in pigtails with red and black ribbons in it.

She glanced over at Jon and gave him a small smile before heading into the guerrilla area. Jon spotted Shane standing by a monitor and walked over to him.

"Is Quinn being transferred just because of Total Divas?" asked Jon bluntly.

Shane looked at him in surprise, "She told you?"

Jon gave Shane a look clearly telling Shane to not treat him like a brainless idiot.

Shane sighed and turned to face Jon, "It wasn't my choice. I didn't want Quinn traded to Raw but Total Divas did come into the equation."

Jon growled in frustration, "So for the sake of a fucking show, personal lives are discredited. This is messed up!"

"I'm sorry Jon. I really am."

Jon looked at the screen his anger and frustration simmering as a clip was played of Quinn's surprise return at Survivor Series.

The sounds of Nikki Bellas theme played throughout the Ottawa stadium. Nikki strode down the ramp with her title belt proudly on display. She climbed into the ring and held it up proudly, earning loud cheers from the audience as her music came to an end.

"Thank you," said Nikki with a smile, "It is such a privilege to be here tonight as your Smackdown Women's Champion. A year ago I didn't even know if I would be able to stand inside a WWE ring, let alone compete or even hold this championship. This goes to show that hard work and determination pays off and that anyone is capable of achieving their hearts desire, no matter what obstacles are in their way."

Nikki was silenced from continuing to speak as the music of Harley started to play. Nikki turned to look at the top of the ramp as the echoes of "I need a gangsta… to love me better" sounded. Harley appeared at the top of the ramp, looking extremely annoyed with Nikki.

She smirked and started making her way down the ramp twirling mid-way and skipping to the end of the ramp. She looked up at Nikki before climbing up the side of the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. Harley grabbed a microphone from the corner of the ring as she stood up to look at Nikki.

"Hard work… determination… knocking out an opponent," spat Harley, "Yes, those are the key factors to getting that belt you cling too so closely!"

"Look, just because you are bitter about passing out isn't my fault. It wasn't my choice to continue the match, Harley."

Harley laughed coldly before shaking her head, "You didn't argue that point though, did you Nikki? You know, I thought you would be different to the rest, but no… no you are just the same. Power hungry. Money hungry… superficial and self-absorbed. Yes, yes that describes you perfectly Nikki, doesn't it? Hmm?"

"You don't know me, Harley," said Nikki angrily.

Harley grinned, "I don't need to know you Nikki to be able to read you. You're an open book and anyone in this audience would be able to see the same things as I am."

Nikki stepped forward as the music of Daniel Bryan sounded. Both women looked up at the top of the ramp as Daniel walked out, no Yes chant action occurring as he did so. He simply looked at the two female superstars in turn and seemed to sigh heavily.

Harley glared at Nikki and moved over to the ring post and climbed up to sit on it. Daniel climbed into the ring and looked from Harley to Nikki and back to Harley.

"Harley, your feud with Nikki Bella will come to an end tonight," stated Daniel bluntly, "Tonight, you will face Nikki Bella for the Smackdown Women's Championship. If you lose you will be traded to Monday Night Raw. To stay on Smackdown Live, you must win."

The announcement brought an uproar from the crowd with Nikki smirking at Harley. Harley jumped down from her perch and stood in front of Daniel, looking furious.

"So I come in here, shake things up because I hate injustice and that scares you all? So now if I don't beat the Bella Princess I get shipped off to Team Red?" Harley shook her head, pacing back and forth before stopping as she looked directly at Nikki, "Kiss that title goodbye, Princess. Tonight, it comes home with me."

The match between Harley and Nikki Bella was the nights main event. Ten minutes into the match, Harley was standing at the top of the turn buckle as Nikki recovered from being slammed out of the ring.

"Let's do this!" yelled Harley before she jumped and front flipped and landed perfectly on Nikki before rolling to the side.

"Harley is putting everything on the line tonight," commented Mauro.

"Can you blame her?" said JBL, "No one wants to be traded to Monday Night Raw!"

Harley stood up and marched over to Nikki. She grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up, "Give me a fight, Princess! Huh? Where's Fearless Nikki now?"

Harley shoved Nikki forward towards the barricade but before she could let Nikki go, Nikki reversed the moved and instead it was Harley who slammed into it, startling the audience sitting behind it.

Jon watched the monitor silently his fingers drumming on his legs as he did so.

"Hey man," came a voice.

Jon looked up, surprised to see Colby and Joe.

"We've been looking for you since we got here," said Colby, "Saraya is here as well. We've… ah, been designated in escorting Quinn to the Raw events from Monday. To help with the transition process from one show to the other."

"This is bullshit," snapped Jon, "Quinn and I… we were just getting somewhere, you know? And now because of that stupid reality show everything is going to go to shit again."

"Hey. You and Quinn are strong, determined people," said Joe, placing a firm hand on Jon's shoulder, "One way or another, you will make it work."

Harley was pushed back into the ring and Nikki climbed in after her, pumping her fist up in the air to signal she was about to finish the match once and for all. As she reached down to grab Harley, Harley pulled Nikki into a roll up pin.

The crowd roared in approval as the referee dropped down to start the count.

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2!

Nikki kicked out and quickly moved away from Harley who sat up laughing in amusement. Both women stood up and circled around each other, trying to think of a way to outsmart the other. Harley jumped forward, shoulder barging Nikki backwards. Nikki stumbled and Harley used it to her advantage to shove her into the ring corner. She stepped back and moved forward quickly and slammed her body against Nikki before moving back further and running forward again. Nikki managed to defend herself with her boots hitting Harley in the chest, knocking her backwards. Harley managed to roll with her move and got back to her feet with a laugh. She wiped her lip from a small cut and looked at Nikki, wondering what it would take to earn the pin over the woman.

Nikki looked back at her, wondering the exact same thing. Both women ran at each other at the same time. Nikki aimed for a clothesline but Harley ducked it and instead managed to whip her body around Nikki, hitting a head scissors instead. Nikki scrambled to the corner, looking at Harley in both amazement and frustration.

"Let's finish this!" shouted Harley at Nikki, with the audience shouting along with a mix of chants for both Harley and Nikki.

"Let's go, Harley!"

"Let's go Nikki!"

Nikki stood up and gave a nod and the pair locked up, with Nikki sneakily scratching Harley across the face. The referee didn't see it, with the crowd yelling out in anger. Quickly, Nikki set up the Bella Buster, hitting the move perfectly. Straight after she hit Harley with the Rack Attack 2.0.

"Goodbye, Harley!" yelled JBL.

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Quinn zipped her bag up in the locker room and checked her reflection in the mirror before she walked out, surprised to find Saraya waiting for her.

"Hey lovely," said Saraya with Quinn quickly hugging her tightly after spotting the tears in Quinn's eyes, "It's going to be okay. You and I will dominate the women's division on Raw, okay? Plus we need to keep an eye on Joe and Colby."

Quinn pulled back and wiped her face free of tears, "But what about Jon? We're all on Raw and he is here."

Saraya hugged Quinn again, "It will all work out. One way or another."

Quinn nodded and the two women finally made their way along the corridor towards the stadiums exit. At the main entry section for the crew and talent stood Shane.

Quinn told Saraya she wouldn't be a moment and walked over to Shane.

"I didn't want to transfer you, Quinn," said Shane, "Tonight alone just proves how much you are loved on Smackdown. The audience hates the fact you are going to Raw… but I have spoken to my sister and told her she would be a fool to under utilise you."

"Thanks… with me coming here… who is coming from Raw?"

"We are getting Alicia Fox," sighed Shane, unable to hide the annoyance in his voice, "But the next draft… I plan on getting you back."

"If I'm still with the company," said Quinn sceptically before tapping her chin, "Six month contract."

"You'll be here. I know it."

Quinn smiled and thanked Shane and turned and left her last Smackdown Live show with Saraya at her side.

The music blasted around them in the club that Saraya had dragged Quinn along to. Quinn clutched onto Saraya's hand tightly as they weaved through the many bodies. They reached a table in a quieter corner and Quinn was surprised to see Colby and Jon there. Saraya sat next to Colby, leaving Quinn to sit next to Jon.

"Drinks?" said Saraya to Colby.

"Yes," agreed Colby, "Let's go."

Quinn looked down at her hands before Jon reached out and grabbed one, making her look at him, "Jon-"

Jon silenced Quinn by leaning forward and capturing her lips in a deep kiss, pulling her closer to him, until she was nearly straddling him. Quinn broke the kiss, gasping for breath as her eyes searched his in confusion.

"I need you to know how much I love you," said Jon desperately, "I know we are only just sorting this all out between us but that doesn't change the way I feel about you, Quinn. I don't think anything can destroy what I feel for you."

Quinn leaned back a bit so she could cup his face in her hands, "We will still see each other. We just need to make sure to make time for each other… I don't have a live event until Saturday… and my week is free. I'm just going to go home. Come with me?"

Jon nodded without hesitation and the smile that lit up Quinn's face made him want to be the reason that smile appeared on her face every hour of every day.

A/N: So how will Quinn and Jon handle the separation with one being on Raw and the other on Smackdown? Hmmm… time will tell!