A/N:My take on what I think should happen in season 2! Starts right where the last episode of season 1 left off. Lots and lots and lots of Wayhaught. Lots of snarky Wynonna. Rated for language but I might up it for smut later on. Violence shouldn't be too graphic but I'll try to give a heads up. Trying to keep it true to the tone of the show as much as possible! I have some of it planned out but I'm open to suggestions and critique!
In a time of gunslingers, Doc Holiday had been known as the fastest gunslinger in the West; which was saying something. And though Wynonna had seen his skills up close and personal on more than one occasion, she could now say that he still held the title over a hundred and 35 years later.
"You shot my sister!" Wynonna heard herself screaming at the reformed cowboy as she ran to Waverly's side. "The good sister. To be fair, I shot my sister, my other sister; but she was evil and that's different."
"Under normal circumstances, I would never shoot any of your kin, but Waverly seems to have been possessed by some sort of demonic entity." Doc knelt beside her, tossing Waverly's gun away from where it had fallen on the ground. "Otherwise I would never have -"
"Doc, just shut up and help me."
Her hands tore at the fabric of Waverly's jeans the ripped edges of which were quickly soaking with blood.
"I believe you'll find the wound to be through and through, it shouldn't be more than a graze."
Indeed, Wynonna quickly found the entrance and wounds, at just the perfect angle to avoid hitting the bone.
"How did you?" She looked over at Doc in disbelief.
"Years of practice." He stated simply, hands holding a pair of shiny handcuffs that he had no doubt pilfered from Dolls' weapon safe.
"Hey! You can't just cuff my sister!"
"You shot me, you bastard!" Waverly's voice was deepened in the tone that Wynonna had seen time and again with the revenants.
Shit.
"To be fair, my lady, you were going to shoot me first." How Doc managed to stay completely calm as he cinched the cuffs tighter was beyond her.
The thing, whatever it was that had come to inhabit Waverly's body, roared, and she could see the glint of red around once brown eyes.
"That's not Waverly." She sputtered when she finally found her voice.
"No, I don't believe it is. We should look around for whatever has cause such a change in this sweet girl."
"Right, just . . . " She trailed off as her eyes flitted around for something, anything to explain the recent change in her sister.
"There! where that thing, that monster, chased me across the boundary to the ghost river triangle; there's some sort of goo. Do you think she touched it?"
Doc made sure Waverly was securely restrained before sauntering over to the gooey black liquid.
He knelt down and pulled out his knife, dipping the tip of it in the substance.
"Don't touch - it! Goddamn it, Doc!"
The antique cowboy lifted the tip to his nose and . . . sniffed it?
"This appears to be some sort of ichor."
"Well that's a five dollar word for a two-bit cowboy."
Doc wiped his knife in the snow and slid it back in its pouch before standing.
"Two-bit? Why my dear, I am a four star cowboy at worst."
"That's - just -stop worrying about your pride and help me help my sister."
"If she is indeed possessed by some sort of demon, I do not think there is anything that we can do for our dear Waverly." His eyes lifted over her shoulder to study the youngest Earp who was still lying in the snow, hands bound behind her back.
Wynonna studied her younger sister for a moment, mind racing.
"Dolls, Dolls would know what to do."
"But alas, he is already hundreds of miles away, destined for some secure government facility."
Her shoulders dropped, and she felt a bit of the fight leave her.
But then it hit her, and she laughed; even as Doc looked on incredulously.
"Waverly. Waverly would know what to do. She would have some book, or newspaper article; something that would tell us how to get out of this mess."
Tears stung her eyes.
"Now is not the time to get emotional Wynonna! You need your head in the game." She berated herself.
"What is this 'game' you speak of?"
Any other time, she might find the way the corner of his mustache quirked up to be endearing.
But not now.
Not when Waverly - the one person she had left - the one person who actually fucking cared - who loved her despite of -.
"Dolls, we gotta get Dolls."
Doc looked at her as if she had suddenly told him that you could buy a hamburger for a dollar . . . . They really needed to have that conversation soon.
"But you just said that he was in a high security facility guarded by -"
"I know what I said, okay?! But this is my sister! We were going to save him anyway, we'll just have to move our timeline up a little."
Doc gave her a look.
"A lot. We need to move our time line up a lot. Come on, lets go save Dolls."
She stalked towards the side of the road where the truck was parked, only to have Doc call after her.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
He gestured to where Waverly was trying to belly crawl towards the revolver that was half buried in the snow.
"Shit, right. We need to do something with her i guess." She shook her head. "Shit."
Wynonna walked over to the discarded gun and picked it up, tucking it in the back of her pants.
"Come on babygirl, let's get you outta here."
She grabbed Wavelry up under one arm and Doc grabbed the other.
"Looks like you get to spend some quality time with your girlfriend."
Nicole Haught wanted to be anywhere but here.
Here being the Purgatory Sheriff's department.
Her ribs hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, and her head was still reeling from the revelations from the night before. It wasn't a shock really, she had known for a while that something weird was up with Puragtory, something that ran deeper than just 'small town crazy', but still- hearing the whole story from Doc - THE Doc Holiday - was a little overwhelming.
Not to mention that she missed her 'kind-of' girlfriend. As soon as all of this calmed down, she needed to have a talk with -
"Waverly?!"
The youngest Earp was being drug through the front door of the Sheriff's Department, her body hanging limply between Doc and Wynonna. Rivulets of blood were dripping from her pants to the floor and her hands were cuffed behind her back.
"What the hell happened, what are you doing?" Nicole ran around the desk as fast as her bruised ribs would allow to glare at Wynonnna.
"Waverly here had a little run in with a demon." The eldest Earp explained as she and Doc brushed past Nicole and into the Black Badge office. "Feds all gone?"
"Yeah, they all left right after you did, ran outta here like bats outta hell." She followed them into the inner office, grateful that she was actually allowed back there without the fear of being accused of treason. "What's going on?"
"Willa was turned bad, I shot her; Dolls has been taken to a federal black ops prison; and Waverly is a demon." Wynonna explained, dropping her sister into one of the chairs.
"Waverly is a demon?!"
"Well, possessed by a demon, we hope." Doc clarified, tying Waverly's legs to the chair.
"You HOPE she's possessed by a demon?!"
"Well, it's better than the alternative; cause then I'd have to shoot her. God, shooting both my sisters in one week. I need a drink." Wynonna began opening all the cabinets, searching.
Nicole quickly grabbed the whiskey bottle from under the desk, holding it hostage.
"No booze for you, Wynonna, not until you tell me what's going on."
Wynonna looked at Doc who had one hip propped up on the table near Waverly; but he only shrugged.
The eldest Earp rolled her eyes and shrugged before resigning herself to Nicole's demands.
"Fine. I killed some demon snake thing and it left behind this black goo that Waves just HAD to touch, and then she got all red-eyed and tried to shoot us."
"She tried to shoot you?!"
"She did indeed, only I shot her first." Doc spoke up.
"You shot her?!"
Nicole ran to the youngest Earp's side, prying at the leg that she had seen bleeding earlier.
"What is this, repeat everything we say day?" Wynonna quipped, picking up the bottle of whiskey that Nicole had discarded on the table and taking a long swig.
At Nicole's eye roll she softened.
"Sorry, I just - it's been a rough day."
"Alright, Waves, let's check you out." Nicole knelt down to examine Waverly's leg only to fall back when the youngest Earp snarled at her.
"Geez!" The rookie deputy threw Wynonna an incredulous look. "You weren't kidding about the whole demon thing, huh."
"Unfortunately, no."
"So what do you need me to do?"
"You, need to watch to watch your girlfriend here, make sure she doesn't escape and do something stupid. Oh, and make sure nobody finds her here."
"Girlfriend? I think she made it pretty clear last night that I'm not her girlfriend." She knew it wasn't the time or the place, but she was tired - no strike that, exhausted - and this demon business was just icing on the cake.
"Why are you talking about me like I'm not even here?" Waverly yelled from her spot in the chair.
Wynonna rolled her eyes.
"Please, Waverly adores you; honestly I don't know how I didn't see it before now. It's always - 'Nicole this', and 'Nicole that' - it's ridiculous.
"I too, can vouch for Ms. Earps undying affection for you, Officer Haught." Doc tipped his hat in her direction.
"Yeah, yeah; you two need to have a long talk once this is over, and I need to work on my gaydar; but for now, we need to fix this." Wynonna stomped out of the office, pulling Doc behind her.
"Where are you guys going?"
"To get Dolls."
"I thought you said he was in a federal black-ops prison?!"
"He is! But unless you know how to exorcise a demon, he's our only hope." Wynonna called over shoulder as she and doc left the office, door slamming behind them.
Sparing a look at demon-eyed Waverly, Nicole shook her head. This family was too fucking weird sometimes.