A/N: Firstly, thank you all for the reviews! Secondly - Dean and Renee tied the knot! Congrats to them both... I feel its going to make this the last fanfic I write about Mr Ambrose with an OC...

Chapter Fourteen: Management

New York, NY – Present

The show had just finished and Jon was in the locker room getting changed when his phone buzzed. He placed his singlet to the side and picked up his phone. A small frown marred his face as he saw he had five missed calls from Quinn, two from Renee and two from Shane McMahon. Jon unlocked his phone as his phone rang again, with Shane's name flashing on the screen.

"Hello?" answered Jon curiously.

"Jon, finally. I'm going to guess you haven't seen the explosion of tabloid press about… about your relationship status?"

Jon frowned and sat down on the bench behind him, "No… I'm at a show. What's being said?"

"Someone spotted you and Quinn at Dayton airport kissing and hugging each other goodbye… the press are spinning it that you and Quinn are having an affair."

"What?" snapped Jon in irritation, "That's fucking ridiculous!"

"Look, I get you're angry, but you and Renee are very much together and in love on Total Divas and neither of you have released a statement announcing your separation. You and Quinn did happen quite suddenly."

Jon sighed, "So what do you want done?"

"The executives from Total Divas aren't entirely happy. You and Renee joining the show helped boost the ratings even more… they want to wait until this week's episode to see what ratings are before you, Renee or Quinn react."

"Okay."

"It also means no public outings with Quinn in the meantime. We should have some form of action plan on Thursday."

Jon breathed in angrily and he could hear Shane sighing.

"I know it's not what you want to hear Jon, but you did sign a contract for Total Divas… perhaps read through it or get your lawyer to have a look and see what loophole you can find. I hate that they are doing this to you and Quinn. It was one thing to transfer Quinn to Raw… it's another to try and control your personal lives."

"Precisely. I'll be getting my lawyer to look into it… but I will also organise a statement to be ready for release," replied Jon, his free hand clenching and unclenching from a fist, "I won't be hiding mine and Quinn's relationship for long, Shane. They have until the end of this week to sort shit out. My personal life is not for them to play with."

"I know, I know. Look, I will have more answers for you tomorrow. I'll see you in Rosemont."

Jon ended the call and quickly called Quinn.

"Hi. You've reached Quinn Gallagher. I'm unable to answer my phone so just leave a message and I'll call you back."

"Hey Quinn, it's Jon… I've heard what's happening with the tabloids and I need to talk to you… call me back. Bye."

Rosemont, IL – Present

Quinn tapped her fingers on the outside of her glass of beer, looking up as Colby and Joe sat down opposite her at the hotel bar.

"You do know it's against the rules to drink the night before a show," said Colby jokingly.

"I see you take those rules seriously," retorted Quinn with a gesture to Colby's tumbler of whiskey.

"Oh very seriously… Quinn… we've seen what's being spread online. You know none of us think of you that way."

"Yeah. We know you and Jon. We know you two dated previously and had a lot of shit to work through," said Joe, placing a hand on Quinn's arm.

"I just… I just feel like my return has just caused so much drama," said Quinn, her eyes filling with unshed tears.

Saraya slid into the booth seat beside Quinn, holding her own glass of beer. She looked at Quinn and back to the two men, "Who made her cry?"

"No one. I made myself cry."

Saraya put an arm around Quinn, "Aww babe! Don't listen to the paps or haters. You and Jon are meant to be together – anyone who knows you both can easily see that."

Quinn sucked in a shuddering breath and reached into her pocket, "Oh shit. I left my phone in the car."

Saraya moved out of the booth for Quinn and she slid out, "Want me to come with you?"

"No, no. I'll be back shortly. Make sure Joe doesn't drink my beer."

"Hey!" cried Joe in mock outrage, "I drink your beer one time and now you don't trust me with it."

Quinn managed a small chuckle and hurried out of the hotel bar and across the foyer. She shot a smile at the concierge on duty exited the hotel and headed towards the garage where the cars are parked.

Quinn fiddled with the keys in her hand and rounded a bend before freezing in place. Standing at the end of the road were a heap of paparazzi. She turned away, pulling the hood of her jacket up and bit at her bottom lip nervously. She needed to get to the garage and the valet were off duty until the next morning. As she started back up the road to the hotel a camera flashed behind her and Quinn made the instant mistake of turning to look.

"It's her!" yelled one, "Harley! Harley can you answer some questions for us about your affair with Dean Ambrose?"

Quinn started running up the road as the pack of paparazzi chased after her, cameras flashing and phones recording footage of her. Quinn ran up the hotel steps and caught the attention of hotel security. They hurried forward and forced the paparazzi to stay back as Quinn entered the safety of the hotel.

Quinn leaned on a wall catching her breath before venturing over to the concierge, "Excuse me, is there a more private way to get to the garage? I've left something in my car and need to get it… only there are paparazzi outside."

"There is a back entrance. I'll have one of the security guards escort you, Miss."

Quinn smiled in response and was soon led by a security guard through the back exit and way to the garage.

Fifteen minutes later she was back in the hotel foyer with her phone. Quinn tipped the guard and concierge and looked at her phone. She had missed calls from Jon over the past five hours and bit her lip at the three voice mails waiting for her. Quinn sat down on a lounge chair and went to her voicemail to hear them.

"Hey Quinn, it's Jon… I've heard what's happening with the tabloids and I need to talk to you… call me back. Bye."

Quinn felt her heart squeeze at the tone of Jon's voice. He sounded a cross between irritated and tired.

"It's Jon again… look, we really need to talk. I get this is overwhelming for you but it's the same for me. Call me."

Quinn swallowed a nervous lump in her throat and went to the final message.

"Quinn – seriously, are you avoiding me? Call me back!"

Quinn sighed and took the option to call him back. It went straight to voice message, "Hey Jon. Sorry, my phone was in the car… I didn't mean to miss your calls. Umm… call me."

Quinn ended the call and stood up and headed back to the hotel bar where Saraya, Joe and Colby were.

"Ah, she returns!" cried Colby, "Saraya was ready to send a search party after you."

"I was not!" retorted Saraya, giving Colby a hard shove before looking at Quinn, "What took you so long?"

Quinn told her three friends what happened over the last hour and about Jon's messages. She slid back into the booth and picked up her beer, grimacing that it was no longer cold.

"Maybe I should have drunk it," teased Joe before sliding a cold one over to Quinn.

"Thanks," replied Quinn, taking a big gulp of the beer, "I get he's probably pissed about the whole thing but I didn't ask for the press to get a hold of anything… and I didn't even think I had to hide my relationship with Jon. I mean yeah… he and Renee were like a power couple or something… and the fans love them together… I should've been put on Raw to start with."

"Whoa – don't you go regretting anything about you and Jon," said Colby in a serious tone.

"Look what my return has done to his life! He was happy with Renee, Colby! They had a home together, a pet dog… I come along and bring my bags of luggage with him and boom – his life is a mess!"

"Not everything was a bed of roses with him and Renee," replied Joe calmly, "They fought a lot."

Colby nodded in agreement, "And were quite opposite… Jon is pretty chilled but Renee is more on the go and needing everything to be perfect."

Quinn ran her hand through her hair before finishing the rest of her beer, "I'm going to go up to my room and try calling Jon again. Thanks for being such great friends."

"Any time," said Joe with a warm smile.

Quinn gave her friends a hug and left the hotel bar, clutching her phone tightly in her hand as she did so.

Quinn shrugged into her sleep shirt and stifled a yawn as she put her towel in the bathroom and placed her dirty clothes in her dirty washing bag. She went back over to her bed and pulled the sheets back and started climbing into her bed when a knock came at the door. Quinn sighed, glancing at the time to see it nearing one in the morning. She walked over to the door and opened it, gasping when she saw Jon standing there with his bags.

"What are you doing here?" asked Quinn stepping back and letting him in.

Jon dropped his bags as Quinn shut and locked the door. She turned to look at him and Jon simply stepped closer and cupped her face in his hands.

"I fucking love you and only you," he said in a fierce whisper.

Quinn gripped onto his biceps before closing the distance between them and kissing him. Jon's hands slipped from Quinn's face down to her back and waist as he pressed her body up against his.

"You flew here tonight?" murmured Quinn breaking the kiss.

"I didn't get your voice mail until I got off the plane, so when you weren't answering I was worried. I don't blame you about the whole tabloid shit, Quinn. I don't want to hide us. You know I love you and don't care who knows."

"I just… I feel like I am to blame for all of this. You know they are going to look for someone to blame for this drama and I'm the newbie on the block – which I am glad for because I don't want any of this coming back on you."

Jon brushed a wet curl from Quinn's face, his fingers trailing down the side of her face, "You need to stop trying to protect me… I won't let anything happen to you."

"Now whose protecting whom?"

Jon gave a small smile at Quinn's cheeky response before letting out a sigh, "I did talk to Shane about all of this."

"What did Shane say?" asked Quinn as she led Jon over to the couch, Jon pulling Quinn to sit in his lap with her feet on the couch beside him.

Jon gave Quinn a description of the phone call, making sure to state how he refused to hide his relationship with Quinn, "I worked on my statement on the way here and sent it to my agent to read over. Plus, I have my lawyer looking over the contract with E. I'm sure it's only for when I am in a relationship with Renee… I don't see why I would be bound to it now that her and I are over."

Quinn nodded, looking down at her hands. She couldn't help but still feel tense about the whole situation. She knew Jon would never intentionally let anything happen to her but in the back of Quinn's mind she knew that Vince and the head honchos did not want her and Jon together. Sending her to Raw as soon as Jon and Renee split up basically screamed that they didn't like Quinn and Jon together.

"You okay?" asked Jon softly.

Quinn looked up into his eyes and forced a smile to her face, "Yeah. I'm glad you're here with me."

Jon pressed a kiss to her forehead, "I'd ask you to join me in the shower but you already had one."

Quinn shifted herself so that she was straddling Jon's lap. She pulled her shirt off with a smirk, throwing it to the ground.

"I could do with another shower," she murmured before closing the distance between their lips in a heated kiss.

Jon walked into the stadium the next afternoon. He was feeling agitated, especially after Quinn had to head to the airport alone. He wanted to take her so he could spend as much time with her as possible but she had reasoned with him that they didn't need more attention from the press or any reason for Vince, his honcho buddies or anyone from the E Network getting on their case until they had all the proper advice.

"Jon!"

Jon turned to see Renee hurrying after him. She looked at him in annoyance before gesturing to speak in a more private area. They moved to a quiet corridor where Jon simply looked at Renee expectantly.

"Have you read the latest script changes from creative?" she asked.

"No."

Renee sighed, "They are having me interview the Miz about you and him fighting. I say something about him being obsessed with you and he in turn states that I'm obsessed with him because I am sleeping with you."

"What?" snapped Dean angrily, "Is Shane here?"

Renee nodded and Jon turned and walked off angrily, looking around him and asking anyone he came across if they had seen Shane. He knew Quinn would watch the show before and after her match at her show that night. He couldn't let the planned story go ahead. It would not only piss him off but it would hurt Quinn and Jon knew Quinn well enough that she would pull away from him.

St Louis, MI – Present

"Saraya?"

Saraya looked up from lacing her boots to see Quinn fidgeting with her necklace Jon had given her for Christmas.

"Yeah?"

Quinn moved to sit beside Saraya and let out a deep breath before speaking, "The WWE management… they don't want you and Alberto together, do they?"

Saraya chuckled, "They hate that we are together. Why?"

"I'm pretty positive they don't want Jon and I together."

Saraya grimaced, "I did wonder that. Especially when they moved you to Raw… you just need to make sure they don't win, love. They need to know your personal life isn't for them to play with."

Quinn nodded, "I just… I don't want them fucking around with Jon's career."

"And you know Jon well enough that he isn't going to let them drive you two apart. He flew to Rosemont last night to make sure you were okay. That man is completely in love with you and I know you are just as in love with him."

Quinn nodded and Saraya gave her a one armed hug.

"Come on – you and I have a match together tonight! Let's go kick each other's arse in the ring and start the heat on our upcoming feud!"

Rosemont, IL

"I hear you've been looking for me?"

Jon turned around and gave Shane a pointed glare. The two walked into an empty room and Jon paced back and forth in front of Shane before finally gathering his thoughts and turning to look at the man.

"I heard about the script changes… what the hell is going on, Shane?" demanded Jon.

"Look, I don't have final say on storylines. That is my father. What I can tell you is that you can release a statement about you and Renee breaking up. We cannot stop that; however, you do need to have Renee's okay on it."

"Right, so if I can release the statement – with Renee's okay – what is the point in this storyline?"

Shane sighed and rubbed his face tiredly, "Quinn is coping a lot of heat online. The plan is to use that heat and push her storyline with Saraya on Raw… whether she is face or heel is yet to be seen. I guess it will depend on what impact your statement has on the fans."

Jon, "That doesn't answer my question about this ridiculous storyline you have with The Miz!"

"Let's just go with my father is delusional is trying to keep up the charade that you and Renee are still together."

"Just be honest, Shane," said Jon in annoyance, "Management don't like Quinn and I being together."

Shane didn't respond and Jon knew he had hit the nail on the head. Jon gave a short nod and walked out of the room his anger slowly simmering as time went on.

St. Louis – MI

Quinn thanked the assistant for a towel and wiped her face and chest dry of sweat as her theme music continued to play in the stadium behind her.

"Great match!" said Ashley, "You and Saraya have a lot of in ring chemistry and seem to feed off of each other."

Quinn smiled, "Thanks. I love wrestling with Saraya. We did a lot of in ring work together in our FCW days."

Saraya walked backstage and grinned, "We killed it!"

"Yeah. Now Pamela and I really have to work our asses off," joked Ashley.

Quinn laughed and waved goodbye as she and Saraya headed to grab a cold drink. The pair walked along talking and laughing, with Quinn giving Colby a passing fist bump in the corridor.

They walked into the catering area and grabbed a drink and sat down at a table. Quinn noticed the television was on, showing the live show of Smackdown.

Quinn could see that The Miz had just finished a match and Renee had stepped into the ring to interview him.

"Miz, congratulations on your victory tonight, however, last week it seemed that your obsession with Dean Ambrose had gotten in the way of your Fatal Four Way Match for the Number One Contendership-"

"M-my obsession with Dean Ambrose?"

Quinn shifted in her seat, a frown appearing on her face as she wondered where this segment between The Miz and Renee was going.

"M-my obsession with Dean Ambrose?" continued The Miz, "Maybe we should talk about your obsession with Dean Ambrose!"

"What?" muttered Saraya as Quinn felt her heart rate increase.

"I mean, after all – you're the one sleeping with him."

Quinn sucked in a deep breath as those in catering shot a look at Quinn and back at the television in surprise. Quinn tore her eyes away from the television as Renee smacked The Miz across the face. Quinn stood up and left the catering area hurriedly, hearing Saraya call her name out.

That confirmed it for Quinn. Her bosses didn't want her and Jon together – they wanted Jon and Renee back together and clearly were going to do anything they could to make it happen.

A/N: I know the dates are a week behind with the Miz slap but I wanted to work it into the story and this is how it happened… but what is going to happen next? Review to find out!