A/N: Hey guys! Wynonna's my favorite character ever and I really wanted to write a story focused around her and her past (which the show only touches once and a while). She's gone through a lot of shit. This story is about her getting out of it. I hope you like this story.

Chapter 1

Wynonna was drinking. Again. The music and conversations swarmed around her, but she was easily able to ignore it all. She wanted to ignore everything (if that were possible). Especially the worried looks she was receiving from Doc Holliday across the bar table. The last thing she wanted was the short glances of pity. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't share her feelings. Alice was theirs. They both lost her. They were both grieving. And yet, Doc was the one with the room in the pit of his stomach to be concerned about her.

She let the warm liquid fall and burn down her throat and she slammed the shot glass down on the bar countertop. She stood up, surprisingly less wobbly than she would have guessed, and cracked her neck. Sniffling, she checked her belt to make sure Peacemaker was still there. To be fair, her paranoia about losing her gun made sense. It was the only weapon that could kill revenants. It was the only weapon that could end the curse. The only weapon that could bring her little girl back to her.

The thought of Alice made her want to drink some more, but she still turned around. She didn't want to see Doc's disappointment. Besides, she had a plethora of alcoholic beverages back at the Homestead.

She pushed the doors wide open and felt the cold air bite her nose. She was only wearing her leather jacket. She wouldn't let herself feel warm. The bitterness of the freeze was like a welcoming punishment. She crossed her arms and started walking. The trek back home wasn't a long one. But the cold brought the satisfying ache in her step.

"Wyn?" A voice called out from behind her.

Wynonna stopped suddenly but did not turn around. The voice brought a shiver down her spine, and it wasn't from the cold. She closed her eyes and silently asked herself why she was imagining this voice now. Because she knew the person the voice belonged to couldn't be here. Couldn't be right behind her.

"Wynonna?" The voice asked again but from a closer distance. The voice was right behind her now.

For a second, Wynonna wished she was sober. She blamed the voice on the alcohol. She took a deep breath and started to walk again.

But she stopped when a hand touched her shoulder. Without much hesitation, she turned and became face to face with the person who touched her. Impulsively, she put a gun to the person's head without seeing who the person was.

Her jaw dropped slightly and her gun lowered when she realized who exactly it was. She wasn't crazy. She didn't make up the voice in her head. The voice belonged to the person she knew such a long time ago.

The woman with the blonde hair and hazel eyes didn't even flinch when Wynona drew her gun at her. "I didn't mean to scare you, Wyn. I just- I know you must be surprised to see me," The woman opposite from Wynonna whispered.

The brunette looked around the street as if to see if others saw the woman standing in front of her. She was even considering walking back into Shorty's and asking Doc if he saw the woman with her. Instead, she put Peacemaker away and waited for an explanation. Wynonna usually had something to say. This time, she didn't.

"I heard you were back in Purgatory. My brother, Damien, he told me. And I was going to leave you alone, Wyn. But then they came back."

Wynonna stared back at the blonde. She tried to spot if there were any lies. But she knew there wouldn't be. The blonde never lied. Not to her.

"What came back?" Wynonna croaked out.

The woman looked all around her like she was trying to make sure no one was listening to them. She lowered her voice and told the brunette, "The monsters."

Wynonna blinked repeatedly. She didn't have many thoughts in her head. Once again, she wished she was sober. It didn't help that the cold now reached her lips. They throbbed and she could picture them becoming blue.

"They aren't real, Quinn," Wynonna told her harshly and started to walk away. This was the last thing she needed. "Misplaced your meds?"

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows and ran up to her. When she was at Wynonna's side, she said, "You used to believe me, Wyn. You were the only one who believed me."

The Heir let out a shaky breath and stopped walking. Agitatedly, she muttered, "That was long ago."

"And I was the only one who believed you, Wynonna," Quinn stated darkly. "What the hell has happened to you?"

Wynonna snorted as if her question was a joke. She answered, with a bite to her tone, "My demons became real, Quinn."

The blonde groaned with frustration and yelled out, "So are mine!" She grabbed Wynonna's hand and brought it to her neck.

Burning heat scorned Wynonna's fingertips when she touched Quinn's skin and she flinched away. "Ouch, what the f-"

Quinn turned around and showed Wynonna her neck. A mark was burned into her flesh. A symbol. A familiar symbol… One that she couldn't place where she had seen it.

"I thought that would happen," Quinn murmured as she turned back to look at the drunk and confused woman. "They came back, Wyn. I'm telling you the truth. I wouldn't have come back if I wasn't."

Wynonna couldn't deny that it was suspicious. The burning symbol, the monsters, it screamed Purgatory. It screamed a situation the Heir would have to investigate. The cold was getting to her. She debated taking her to Dolls and Jeremy right away. But she shook away that thought right away. There would be too many questions that she didn't want to answer.

Eventually, Wynonna admitted, "I believe you, Quinn. I just- I'm-"

"Not sober?" Quinn finished for her, trying to settle the tension with a light, joking tone.

Wynonna smirked and replied, "That, too. But I was going to say 'not mentally stable.' But either work, really."

Quinn smiled and told her, "Like being 'not mentally stable' is new for us. Remember where we met?"

The Heir took a deep breath and let out a shaky laugh. "How the hell could I ever forget?"

Thanks so much for reading! Please review and let me know what you think! Should I continue? 3