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Chapter Eighteen: Civil

Laredo, TX – Present

Quinn sat on top of a crate staring at the contact she had searched for just moments ago. She knew on a logical level that calling them for answers to her questions made perfect sense. Her fear, however, made her want to search for another option.

Quinn sucked in a deep breath and hit the call button and held the phone to her ear, biting at her lower lip that had just been painted a dark purple.

"Frank Gallagher speaking."

"Hi… Dad. It's Quinn," said Quinn, feeling as well as hearing the tremble in her voice.

"Quinn. This is a surprise. Hanna said you would be in Laredo tonight for a show."

"I-I am. I don't perform for another hour. I need to talk to you about something… it's a legal matter."

Quinn heard her father sigh, causing her to grip her phone tighter.

"What did you do? Speeding ticket? Illegal substances?"

"No!" spat Quinn harshly, "It is to do with the incident in 2012. There is a lot more to it then I told you and mother originally. Hanna knows the truth so you can clarify what I am about to tell you with her if you don't believe me."

"Go on."

Quinn sucked in a deep breath and finally divulged the incident to her father. She didn't hold back in her description, wanting him to get the full picture – something her father had always drilled into her as a child: to be the best lawyer for your client, you need to know the full story – every minuscule detail. What may seem insignificant to your client could be what wins the case.

"And that's everything," said Quinn feeling a sense of relief wash over her, "What I need to know is… Jon and I did an interview with one of our co-workers for his podcast show. I didn't state names or any locations or a time frame when I mentioned the assault during the interview. Will that impact the court case when it happens?"

"Can you send me a copy of the podcast to listen too?" asked her father sounding rather tense.

"Yeah, sure. Can you give me an answer by tomorrow at the latest? Jon and I really want our voice heard in this whole thing with the fans."

"I should be able to. Send it to my personal email address."

"Okay… thanks Dad," said Quinn, ending the call a few seconds later.

She quickly forwarded the podcast to her father's email and jumped down from the crate as Mark came bustling along the corridor.

"Ah, Quinn. Just the person I was searching for," said Mark with a smile, "So, I finally can tell you which title you are going for and how it will work."

Quinn grinned, "Brilliant."

Hidalgo, TX – Present

Jon walked backstage accepting the towel handed to him to wipe the sweat from his face. Him and Mike had just finished their match for the live event, for which Jon was glad about. It meant he could join the others to watch Monday Night Raw.

"Yo, Jon!"

Jon turned and looked at Mike curiously, "Yeah?"

"So Maryse told me why Quinn got shipped to Raw and I gotta say man, you have handled it like a pro. If I were in your shoes, I'd be majorly pissed."

Jon frowned, "I was pissed but what could I do? The Total Diva shit was the priority apparently."

Mike looked at Jon confused, "Wait… wait you don't know? Jon, Renee put a complaint in that Quinn was harassing her."

"What? She what?" snapped Jon, his anger starting to build.

"Look, that's what Maryse told me. I don't know who told her exactly but you can ask Maryse herself if you want."

Jon gave a short nod, planning to do just that.

Laredo, TX

The music of Harley echoed around the arena and the winner of the first women's Royal Rumble match strode out, twirling as she did so. A smirk was on her face as the crowd gave their mixed reaction of boos and cheers.

"And tonight, we will find just which Championship Harley intends to fight for at Wrestlemania," stated Michael Cole, "There have been plenty of comments about this on Social Media with many people speculating about both Raw and Smackdown titles… it seems, Corey, that opinions on the matter are divided. What are your thoughts?"

"Honestly, Michael, I don't really know. Harley keeps to herself and isn't very vocal on her twitter or Instagram… so I guess we just wait and see," replied Corey.

Harley slid into the ring, twirling in the middle before picking the microphone up.

"I've read everything everyone has been saying about which title I should fight for at Wrestlemania," said Harley as the crowd quietened down, "Y'all are very vocal and have strong opinions. But, do I agree or disagree? That's an interesting question. I mean I agree with some of what is said and I disagree with the rest… and y'all aren't the only ones with opinions. All them women backstage have been having their say. Especially Charlotte Flair. She just won't shut up – what with her prancing about and flashing her pearly whites. I mean, I get it – we all get it. You're Ric Flair's daughter and you think you run the women's division," Harley paused and smirked, "Although, it's seems you have some Daddy Issues to contend with. When Daddy is in the picture Charlotte Flair can't focus. She becomes too set on proving that she belongs in this ring. But do you Charlotte? I mean, it's a known fact that you drop the title more then you hold it. You haven't had a decent reign with it either. So, do I want your title?" Harley raised an eyebrow as she twirled mid stride and gave a shrug, "Then there is my old home. First, we had Becky Lynch as the queen of Smackdown. I must say Becky Lynch deserved to be the Smackdown Women's Champion. She fought her way to the top. The only thing that took it away from her was an injury… and the only thing that stopped me from winning the championship was Nikki Bella cheating! Obviously, we all know that's how I ended up on Raw."

Harley lowered the microphone, pacing back and forth. She looked down at the mat before rising the microphone again.

"So, which title do I want? I think the answer should be obvious," said Harley, turning and looking directly at the camera and pointing to it, "Alexa Bliss. I'm coming for you and your title. At Wrestlemania 33 – we have a date."

Harley's music blasted as she dropped the microphone and slid out of the ring.

Hidalgo, TX

Jon drummed his fingers on his legs as Maryse finished sharing what she knew. Maryse had overheard the conversation between Renee and Natalya a couple of weeks ago, in the locker room. Maryse also said Natalie had been in the room, with both her and Maryse finding the situation awkward and opted to keep quiet about it.

"I didn't know you weren't aware," said Maryse, "Otherwise I would have told you or Quinn. I have no issue with Quinn. She's a lovely person and I have never once seen her be horrible to anyone."

"I'm not angry with you. I understand. Thanks for telling me."

Maryse nodded and walked away leaving Jon to his thoughts. He wanted to find Renee and demand her to revoke her lies but knew that would only lead to more drama – hell, he still needed to collect his belongings from the house.

Jon stood up and walked down the corridor when Allen called out to him.

"I bet you're happy!" laughed Allen, slapping Jon on the back.

"I am?"

"Yeah man! Your woman's probably coming back to Smackdown! She just said on Raw she's gonna be facing Alexis at Wrestlemania!"

Jon raised his eyebrows in surprise as Allen laughed and hurried to go prepare for his match.

Corpus Christi, TX – Present

Quinn hopped out of her car, as the hotel bellboy set about getting her bags and the valet took the keys to park her vehicle. Quinn headed into the hotel when her phone buzzed. She pulled it from her pocket and saw it was a message from her father.

Podcast is fine. Won't affect case.

Quinn sent back a quick thank you before messaging Chris that it was fine to post the podcast. As Quinn walked through the front doors of the hotel she came to a quick halt before nearly colliding with another person. She looked up to see Renee staring at her.

"Sorry," muttered Quinn moving around Renee.

"For what? What exactly are you sorry for?" retorted Renee.

Quinn slowly turned around to look at Renee with a slight frown.

"I mean there is so much you could be apologising for but I'm not sure you would even know where to begin."

"I think it would be wise for this to not be discussed in a hotel lobby," came the calm voice of Shane McMahon.

"Wise advice," replied Quinn before she turned away and went to check in.

Jon jumped out of the car and let out a groan as he stretched his body.

"I feel ya," agreed Allen, "Flying is worse though. Especially those long-haul ass flights."

They headed into the hotel, with Jon being handed a key straight away when he stated his name. He frowned a little but headed for the elevator and went up to his room. Jon unlocked the door and a smile appeared on his face as he saw Quinn stepping back inside from the balcony. She looked up at him and smiled, skipping across the room to greet him with a kiss.

"I missed your bit on Raw last night. Al told me though… what made them decide on Smackdown?" asked Jon, his fingers interlaced at the small of Quinn's back.

"Mark said that despite my success on Raw, they feel I can bring more to the Smackdown brand," said Quinn with a slight frown, "It was an odd meeting, like he was skirting around something… but either way, come April I will be back… and I guess that means I'll be getting another contract when this one is up – oh and it will not be tied to yours."

"That's brilliant babe… I do think I know what they were skirting around as well."

Quinn looked at Jon curiously, "Oh?"

"I found out why you were sent to Raw. Renee put in a complaint that you were harassing her… Maryse told Mike and he mentioned it to me last night."

Quinn nodded slowly, "That doesn't really surprise me, I mean I saw Renee when I arrived. I nearly bumped into her and apologised. She got cold with me asking just what I was apologising for. Shane saw it happen and stepped in before anything else happened."

"Maybe if I talk to her she might back off," sighed Jon stepping back from Quinn to pull his jacket off, "I need to organise getting my stuff from the house anyway."

Quinn just nodded and walked over to the bed and sat on it. She fidgeted with a Pandora bracelet she had put on that morning. Silence filled the room as Jon sat down beside Quinn.

Quinn bit her lower lip in thought. She shifted to face Jon, who looked back at her curiously.

"What… what if I talk to Renee? It's me she is angry with, I mean, I guess I don't blame her… maybe her and I can try and come to some sort of truce?"

"Quinn – she lied about you to our bosses. She had you moved to Raw. She doesn't deserve you being so nice about it all."

"I'm not exactly innocent in all this, Jon. I did kiss you and we did have sex when you weren't formally broken up with her. Her getting me sent to Raw is mild compared to what she could do."

Jon sighed, "Fine. But on one condition – you record everything said so that she has no way to twist anything."

Quinn gave a reluctant nod, "Do you have her number so I can organise a time to meet and talk?"

Quinn walked into the small room at the stadium and sat down at the table. Renee was seated opposite with a cold expression on her face.

Quinn carefully pulled her phone out and hit the record option, placing her phone on the seat beside her.

"Thank you for agreeing to talk with me," said Quinn, "I appreciate it."

"Whatever. What did you want to say to me?" replied Renee.

"Look, I know you must hate me. I get it, I really do. I never came back to WWE with the intention of reuniting with Jon. I honestly believed that things were completely done between him and I. I knew you and Jon were together and please believe me when I say I was happy for him – for you both."

"Yes, well it didn't take you long to weasel your way back into his good graces, did it?" snapped Renee, "As soon as he knew you were back everything changed. He changed. I lost him before he slept with you. Do you know what that feels like? Longing for the man you love to just look at you like you matter? To practically beg for attention, even when it's just the two of you together? It hurts. It's horrible! What did you do? Crook your finger and have him come running like a panting dog?"

Quinn licked her lips, "No. We just talked. Look, I am sorry, okay? I get that you're angry with me and you have every right to be. But if we are to work in the same environment it would be easier if we kept everything civil."

Renee pressed her lips together in a thin line, "I don't want you here. Every time I see your curly head I just want to… to hurt you!"

Quinn said nothing. She fiddled with her bracelet once more and looked down at the table.

"The trouble with you, Quinn, is you are painfully a genuinely nice person. No one has a bad word to say about you… not even my closest friends in this business! Nikki thinks you're sweet, Nattie adores you and hell, even Natalie Coyle holds a level of respect towards you! And as much as it angers me I do see all of that," said Renee, her voice deflating with defeat. Her shoulders slumped and she bit her lower lip.

"Renee," said Quinn softly, "I respect you. You've done a lot for women in this business… and I can see why everyone loves you. I don't expect it, but I do wish that someday we can be more then civil with one and other. But after I leave this room I will only interact with you civilly where required and avoid interaction with you outside of that. I do know Jon needs to talk to you but he will contact you to organise that."

Renee gave a nod and Quinn picked her phone and bag up and left the room, ending the recording. She headed along the corridor, nodding and smiling to those she recognised. Quinn reached the dressing room and was greeted happily by all the women inside.

"It's so good to have you back here!" cried Nikki as she hugged Quinn, "You were tearing it up on Raw but all of us could feel your absence here."

"Aww," replied Quinn with a smile, "Thanks. I missed you all as well. You guys are the best to share a locker room with… so much tidier and more talkative!"

The women laughed and soon they fell into idle chatter as they began dressing for that night's show.

The pulsing theme of Alexa Bliss erupted around the arena and the petite female superstar strode out with her smirking grin. She walked down to the ring and climbed in, clutching her title tightly.

"So last night on Monday Night Raw a former Smackdown Superstar stated she was coming for my belt," started Alexa. She paused and ran her tongue across the front of her top teeth, "Harley… Oh, Harley, you can TRY and take my title, but I promise your crazy mind that it will be staying right here, with me – where it belongs! I don't exactly know what they've been filling your mind with on the lower quality show, but I can promise you, on Smackdown – our champions are completely sane and worthy of the titles."

Before Alexa could continue the theme of Mickie James hit. The former champion came out to a mix of cheers and boos. She quickly made her way down to the ring where a confused Alexa frowned at her and took a step back.

"Harley won't be winning that title from you," stated Mickie bluntly, "I will be."

"Whoa! What do you mean by that?" snapped Alexa.

"I was poised to win the Women's Royal Rumble match. But that Harley stole it from me. Now I want my revenge on her and the only way I will be sure to get it is if I win the Smackdown Women's Championship from you. Then, at Wrestlemania… I get my revenge."

Alexa smirked and eyed Mickie in amusement, "I don't know how they got title shots in the has been era, but these days – you have to earn your title shot."

The crowd let out a hoot of amusement crossed with sounds of interest. They knew Alexa was purposely angering Mickie James.

"Well, perhaps you need to educate yourself as to who you are dealing with, rookie. I'm Mickie James and I decimated some of the biggest names in Women's Wrestling, so I can assure you I have earned my stripes to request a match for that belt you are holding."

Suddenly the dinging sounds of Harley's theme hit and both Alexa and Mickie turned to look at the entrance ramp at the sounds of "I need a gangsta… to love me better…"

Harley walked out dressed in ripped black jeans and a midriff cut version of her shirt, her name written across the front. The sleeves were cut off in a jagged manner and Harley's hair was tied up in two small buns with a zig zag part.

The crowd gave Harley a loud pop as she stood at the top of the ramp and twirled with a smile.

"You earned your stripes but you couldn't toss me out of the ring when it counted," said Harley bluntly, hooking one hand in her pocket, as she looked down at the women in the ring, "And now the big, bad and old Mickie James wants revenge on itty, bitty me."

"Old? You are calling me old? I may be older then you but I can assure you I'm still just as rough and tough as ever. Why not come down here and find out, Harley?"

Harley laughed, "Pretty sure I don't want to embarrass you anymore than I did at the Royal Rumble. Plus, I'm not allowed to hurt anyone. Bosses orders."

"Since when did you listen to others?" asked Alexa, "I thought your whole thing was to do what you want, when you wanted."

"But I want your title and that's more important than bruising Mickie James ego. I may be crazy but I do have priorities."

"Right, so you want my title and so do you," said Alexa pointing to Mickie, "Well, this is nice and all but it isn't happening."

Alexa slid out of the ring, yelling about both women being totally insane. She started up the ramp but came to a halt as Harley stood in front of her, giving Alexa a little wave. Alexa stepped back and turned around to come face to face with Mickie James.

"Harley may be under orders to not hurt anyone, but I'm not," stated Mickie.

Alexa was quickly hit with a punch from Mickie, dropping the title. As the two women tussled, Harley picked up the belt and looked at it as the music of Daniel Bryan sounded. He came out with referee's breaking the two women apart.

"You know," said Harley before Daniel could talk, "A good way to solve this would be a title match at Elimination Chamber. Just an idea. I'm not fazed with who I face at Wrestlemania. I just want this," Harley held the title up high and the crowd cheered in approval before Harley lowered it and handed it to a bewildered Daniel.

A/N: There you go! An answer to where Quinn is going, some resolution with Renee... but much more is set to happen! Wrestlemania, the court case which will dive back into the past from other view points... review and stick around! The real intense stuff is just about to start!