So, I love Wynonna Earp, and I decided to try my hand at her having at least one person in Purgatory other than her sister that doesn't hate her. However, I am ashamed to say I haven't seen the first season. Everytime I attempt to watch it online, it doesn't go as planned, and thus, I have gaps in my knowledge. Any good sites I can possibly watch the first season on?

If you have two friends in your

lifetime, you're lucky. If you

have one good friend, you're

more than lucky.

S.E. Hinton

Having to live with your aunt and uncle because your parents are deadbeats isn't the most fun thing ever. Serena Moon could vouch for that.

Besides, who moves to a town called Purgatory anyway?

It was a small town, everyone knew each other, and thus, since they did not know Serena or that the Persingers even had a niece, she was part of the new gossip.

School wasn't fun, either, the ten-year-old concluded. The only interesting part was right now, because everything was going downhill.

"Wynonna!" the teacher, Ms. Bell, shrieked.

Serena put her chin on her palm and watched as the other students leaped to their feet at the sight of the brunette standing there, a little mouse in her hands, looking completely bewildered.

"I was gonna put 'im outside," the girl, Wynonna, protested. "I didn't want 'im to get stepped on or something! He's a baby!"

"Very well," the flustered woman ushered to the window, which was fortunately low to the ground. "Put him out there and take your seat, quickly. We'll be calling your parents about this."

Wynonna gingerly released the mouse outside the window, before turning on her heel and flopping down hard into the seat across from Serena. The darker haired child had not even noticed they had been placed at the same table, in the same group.

No one else was sitting with them. Perhaps that was something that clued her in, as she saw Ms. Bell shoot Wynonna a not so subtle glare and turn to Serena, sweetly ordering, "Go sit with Jacob and his group, dear."

Serena looked from the teacher, to Jacob's group (which was full of boys already jeering at her, as boys did), and then to Wynonna.

"I'm okay," she said instead, calmly, reaching down to take out her notebook. "I like it here. Boys are stupid anyway."

"Honey, I don't think you understand—"

That was one thing that grated on Serena's nerves; when people used words like honey and dear and darling and weren't her aunt Suzy. That was the only person allowed to get away with it, possibly her uncle Mike.

"I'm okay," Serena repeated, scrunching her nose at the woman.

Ms. Bell's eyes flickered to Wynonna and back, looking uneasy. "Serena, sweetheart, Wynonna will only get you in trouble—"

"I'm okay," the new girl frowned, not quite liking the way everyone was staring at she and Wynonna, nor the way the teacher was treating the other girl. It were as though she was an outcast! Weren't adults supposed to help here?

Ms. Bell lost her patience. "Go sit over there, right this instant!"

Poor Serena, who had always had a quick and explosive temper, slammed her small hands on the desk and rose from her chair, loudly insisting, "I said I'm okay! If I wanna sit with Wynonna, imma sit with Wynonna, you-you dick!"

She had heard her father use the word before, and her mother, and other kids from her old school. Judging by the gasp from the teacher and the catcalls from the students, she had been correct in assuming it was not a good word at all.

"Both of you, to the principal's office!" Ms. Bell's face was red as she pointed to the door. "Go, now!"

Wynonna, who now stood alongside Serena, huffed and spat as she walked by the woman, "Yeah, shithead!"

There was another gasp, and then not so hushed whispers as the two girls left the classroom and headed for the office.

"Where did you learn that word?" Serena couldn't help but ask as her anger sizzled down.

Wynonna gave her a side glance. "My daddy calls me that."

"Oh." they walked in silence for a few moments, before the darker haired girl offered, "My dad used to call me an asshole a lot."

"So does mine," the brunette frowned, before muttering, "You didn't have to sit with me. Now we're both in trouble."

"The teacher is stupid," Serena shrugged. "Why's she so mean to you, anyway?"

"I'm always getting in trouble," Wynonna sighed. "Not my fault no one can take a joke. Just 'cause last week I put a snake in Jenny Parker's desk doesn't mean I was going to put that poor mouse down her shirt."

"You reckon that's what she was thinking?"

"Yeah. I did it last week. Well, not to Jenny. To Mandy."

"Oh. At my old school, I threw a book at a teacher and got suspended. It broke her nose."

Wynonna tilted her head as they neared the office, entered, and sat down. No one paid them really an attention, other than taking one look at Wynonna, shaking their heads, and going back about their business.

"Sounds bad. Why'd ya do it?"

Serena shrugged again. "The counselor says I have anger management problems."

"Oh. I just don't like stupid. What's your name, again?"

"Serena Moon."

"I'm Wynonna Earp," Wynonna hesitated for a moment, before sticking out a hand.

Serena shook it, noticing how clammy it was, but did not comment, returning her hand to her lap. "I don't like stupid either. Do you not have friends?"

"No," Wynonna shook her head. "Nobody likes me. Even the grown ups. They say I'm trouble."

"I just moved here, so I don't have any friends, either. I bet nobody likes me now."

"Sorry."

"It's okay. How 'bout we be friends instead? You can even come to my house, if you want."

Wynonna jerked in surprise, blinking rapidly. "Huh?"

"D'you wanna be my friend?" Serena tried again, tentatively. "I mean, nobody likes you, and they probably don't like me now, either, so...couldn't we?"

She offered out her hand again.

The other girl stared at it, eyes wide. "You wanna be my friend? Are you crazy or somethin'?"

"Probably," Serena confirmed.

Wynonna carefully extended her hand, as though unable to believe it, but before they could shake on it, the principal, Mr. Ryan, strode into the office and caught sight of them both.

"You can go. I'm sorry she drug you into this mess," he told Serena, before turning to Wynonna and demanding, "What did you do this time?"

"She didn't do anything!" Serena abruptly stood grabbing Wynonna by the hand and clasping it tightly. The other girl stood up beside her, a strange expression on her face. "And she didn't drag me into anything, either!"

"I think you're confused," Mr. Ryan patted her head. "Run along, now, darlin'."

"I'm not your darlin'!" Serena stomped her foot hard on top of his, and he yelped, cursing. "And Wynonna didn't do anything! I called that stupid teacher a dick 'cause she was, and you are, too! Wynonna is awesome! She was trying to put that poor little mouse outside before he got stepped on and got in trouble for it!"

"What's your name?" the man loomed over her, now sufficiently furious.

"Serena Moon," Wynonna declared, gripping her hand hard. She straightened. "She's my friend!"

"Well, you and your friend are suspended," Mr. Ryan spat. "Get out of my office."

Wynonna hurriedly tugged Serena from the room and down the hall. Once out the doors, the two girls managed to get to the park down the street before collapsing in a heap, giggling.

"Did you see his face?" Wynonna gleefully imitated him, "What's your name?"

Her attempt at his voice and expression were both very off, but funny nonetheless, and Serena laughed, before noticing that Wynonna had yet to release her hand. "We're friends?"

"Are you kidding?" the other girl exclaimed. "No way you can't be my friend now! If the principal knows, everyone will know now!"

"I'm gonna be in trouble a lot now, huh?"

"Oh." Wynonna deflated, sheepish. "Sorry. Didn't think about that."

"It's okay," Serena shrugged, squeezing her hand. "I was always in trouble at my old school, anyway. I got anger problems, 'member?"

"My daddy is gonna be so mad…"

"So are my aunt and uncle."

"Wanna tell 'em all together?"

"Definitely."

And thus, a great friendship was born.

~~~xxx~~~

Serena stared at Willa Earp, stomach churning. She was not positive she liked the girl much, if at all.

Only two years older than she and Wynonna at twelve, Willa already acted as though she were superior to them. Wynonna, however, did not seem to notice just how cruel her older sister could be, even looked up to her.

They were close, and it struck Serena knowing that.

"You're Wynonna's friend," Willa circled her, murmuring. "You look too scrawny."

Wynonna was scrawny, too. She and Serena, though of the same height and though both could eat always that way. Willa did not seem to care.

She hadn't seen either of her friend's sisters when she marched up here and met Ward Earp, who left her trembling in her boots. The ten-year-old was glad she had been there, however, because he had left shortly after, having had no time to really shout at Wynonna or do anything else with Serena there.

She did not know what he would have done, but judging by how similar he seemed to Willa, it would not have been nice.

"And you're too chubby," Serena blurted, feeling the need to have a good comeback, and Willa's face contorted as the older girl shoved her.

"Listen, you brat," Willa pushed her into the wall and leaned in close; something hard pressed into Serena's side, and she knew it had to be a gun. Where could a twelve-year-old have gotten a gun? "She's my sister. She doesn't need you—"

Terror shot through her.

"WYNONNA!"

The shout had Wynonna tearing into the room, sliding across the kitchen floor as she did so, a little girl Serena assumed to be Waverly hot on her heels.

"Willa!" Wynonna cried, eyes wide. "What're you doing?"

Willa suddenly sniffed, abruptly jerking away, and swiped a hand over her eyes.

The gun was gone, but then ten-year-old was positive there had been one.

"She called me chubby!" Willa gestured to Serena, who stared.

It was true, though. She and Waverly and Wynonna were all small, whilst Willa had chubby cheeks and a not-so-bony body.

"Rena!" Wynonna threw up her hands and moved to comfort her older sister, tugging her from the room.

Slowly, Serena sank to the floor, and little Waverly Earp, who looked to be about four, joined her.

"She had her gun," the little girl whispered. "Didn't she?"

Serena was startled. "How d'you know that?"

"Daddy takes her out to shoot," Waverly lifted a shoulder, small lips pursed. "She's a meanie."

Ward took Willa shooting. Just the thought made Serena suddenly sick, knowing that the older girl knew exactly what she had been doing with that gun, and she swallowed.

"Has she ever put it on you?"

Waverly shook her head. "Nu uh. Not me. But she hurts Mr. Rabbit till I do whatever she wants."

"Mr. Rabbitt?" the ten-year-old had a terrifying flash of a grinning Willa with pointed teeth, holding up a cute little bunny by the ears.

"Here," Waverly plopped something soft into her lap, and Serena could see that it was a purple stuffed rabbit, missing one eye. "I'm Waverly. That's Mr. Rabbit."

Serena, who had never quite liked children, could not help but melt at Waverly Earp's large, innocent little eyes and sweet voice. "Nice to meet ya."

The younger girl smiled widely. "Are you really friends with Nonna?"

"Yup," Serena nodded, feeling decidedly less shaky as Waverly pressed closer. "D'you have any friends?"

"I don't go to school yet," Waverly scowled, scrunching her nose. "Daddy says I haveta wait. I don't got any friends."

"Oh," the darker haired girl frowned.

"Will you be my friend?" Waverly suddenly went wide eyed, lower lip jutting out in a pout as she clasped her hands beneath her chin. "Pleaseeeee? Pretty please? I know you're supposed to be Nonna's, 'cause she told me so, but I wanna have a friend, too!"

"Waves!" Wynonna suddenly complained, reentering the room. "Don't try to steal my friend!"

"But, Nonna!"

"C"mon, not even cool—"

"But I wanna have a friend—"

"I'll be your friend," Serena patted Waverly on the head, sticking her tongue out at Wynonna as she clambered to her feet, the younger girl hastily following.

"Rena!" Wynonna gaped at her. "Seriously?"

Serena decided then and there not to tell Wynonna about the gun incident. She did not know why, but something didn't feel right.

"Yup," she nodded at her friend.

"Seriously?"

"Yup!"

"Yay!" Waverly cheered, clapping her hands delightedly as she hugged Serena round the legs. "I gotta friend, I gotta friend!"

"Shut up," groaned Wynonna. "Sorry 'bout Willa, Rena. She's sensitive."

Serena only shrugged.

"Anyway," her friend continued. "I was going to show you round the Homestead, remember? C'mon."

Waverly pouted as they left.

~~~xxx~~~

Wynonna and Serena dangled their legs over the branch of the tree they were sitting in, each girl biting into an apple. They weren't supposed to be up here, or even on the Hardy's farm, but how could they help themselves when the juiciest apples in town came from here?

Besides, it was a hot, pretty day outside, and both girls had been locked out of their homes. The adults apparently thought it would be good for them.

"You know," Wynonna spoke around her mouthful of apple. "You're a good friend."

"Is this about yesterday?" Serena asked, recalling how she had gotten detention with Mr. Johnson for punching a boy in the face after he spit on Wynonna. "Or the day before that? Oh, or was it last week?"

Needless to say, the two fought a lot. Whether it be for Serena defending Wynonna or vice versa, it happened often, and both girls had long since lost count of how many they had been in.

"No," Wynonna shook her head and chucked her apple core out as far as she could throw. "You just are. Anybody else woulda got sick of me by now."

"I am sick of you."

The other girl shoved her, and Serena snickered. "Not funny, I'm trying to be nice!"

"Okay, okay," Serena held up her hands. "Keep going."

"Well, as I was saying," Wynonna glared at her. "You're a good friend. You haven't left me yet, and you're nice to me, and you're the reason daddy doesn't hit me as much anymore."

That last bit was true. Serena always made it a point to be there with Wynonna when informing her father that they were in trouble, and the other girl did the same, though Suzy and Mike only grounded her.

"So, what I'm trying to say is thanks," Wynonna shrugged, reaching up to pick another apple.

"My mom and dad weren't very nice either," Serena remarked, for the first time actually admitting it. The brunette beside her sat up straighter. "They didn't want me. Mom told me I was a mistake. They didn't really look at me much, or talk to me, except when dad was calling me an asshole. They forgot me at the grocery store a few times. The manager lady had to call them to come get me."

"My mom left," Wynonna ducked her head. "I was eight. Daddy's only gotten worse since. Willa tries to help, but he's always dragging 'er off to shoot. I gotta take care of Waves."

They hadn't ever particularly spoken about their home lives, previous or current. They had just always known both had been less than stellar and resolved, before, not to talk about it until the other wanted to.

The two ten-year-old's sat in silence for a few moments, neither knowing quite what to say, and were saved from having to at all when Jeremy Hardy shouted angrily up at them, "You two, get outta my tree and get off my property! I see you, Wynonna Earp!"

Wynonna and Serena exchanged looks, before hastily dropping down, wincing as they did so, and making off at a sprint with the man chasing them.

When they neared the property line, Serena scrambled over the fence post, and Wynonna followed, neither looking back as Jeremy bellowed obscenities after them.

Once out of sight, the two collapsed into the grass.

"That was a close one," Serena heaved.

"No kidding," Wynonna panted, clutching her stomach. "Next time, we're gonna take a bag with us or somethin'."

"Duh!"

They lay there, side by side and staring up at the sky, until evening came and the temperature began to cool. Neither had felt the need to speak for some time now, but finally, Wynonna did, turning her head.

"Rena?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you."

"Thanks."

They did not return home that night after that, only lay there in silence, hands clasped together and gazing up at the stars.

~~~xxx~~~

"Happy Birthday!" Wynonna bellowed, crawling through Serena's window with Waverly in tow. "I come bearing gifts!"

Serena grumbled and poked her head out from under the covers. "It's three in the morning!"

"I know," Wynonna grinned, and Waverly blearily rubbed her eyes, still in her pajamas (just like the older girls) and clutching Mr. Rabbit by the arm. "But it's not everyday ya turn eleven, now is it?"

"Shut up and gimme my presents," the now eleven-year-old pushed herself up against the headboard. "And don't yell. If my aunt and uncle wake up…"

"Yeah, yeah," Wynonna waved a careless hand. "So, here is present number one, 'cause I'm broke," she shoved Waverly forward. "And she has present number two, since she wanted to make something."

"Here ya go," Waverly yawned, holding out a drawing. It was one of the three of them, Willa nowhere in sight, and it made Serena smile.

She sat it on her bedside table. "Thanks."

Wynonna all but bounced onto her bed, and Waverly climbed up after her, moving to sit beside Serena.

"I can't keep your present."

"Which one?"

"This one," Serena lifted her arm, the one Waverly was now snuggling underneath. "It's your sister."

"She's your sister now," Wynonna crossed her arms and nodded.

"But—"

"Shh," the other girl clamped a hand over her mouth. "Now scoot over, I'm tired."

"Hey!" Serena huffed, but nevertheless moved over, Waverly still stubbornly stuck to her side and already falling asleep as Wynonna slipped beneath the covers on her other side.

"So. What kind of breakfast do you get here?"

"Pancakes," the darker haired girl elbowed her friend, but pulled the comforter over them anyway.

Wynonna grinned again. "Score."

"Just lemme sleep."

"Aye aye, Captain. Are you mad I didn't get you a real present?"

"Nah."

~~~xxx~~~

On Wynonna's birthday, Serena slipped into the Homestead to find Ward hovering over the girl, who was standing amongst a pile of shattered plates, with his fist raised.

When it came down on Wynonna, Serena winced, instinctively calling out to the girl and hiding her presents behind a curtain.

Ward glanced over at her, face red, before gritting out, "Howdy, Serena," grabbing his bottle of whisky and gun, and storming from the house.

The girl rushed over to Wynonna, who was now sitting amongst the broken glass, hand pressed to her temple and tears leaking down her cheeks.

"Where's Willa, Wy?"

"Waiting at the shooting range," Wynonna mumbled, even as Serena set to sweeping up the mess and dumped it all in the trash. "She didn't even get to tell me happy birthday. I knew you were coming, so I was gonna try and make breakfast...I knocked some stuff over. Daddy wasn't happy. I made Waverly hide."

The other eleven-year-old stood on her tiptoes, reached into the freezer, and handed Wynonna a bag of frozen pizza rolls. "Here."

Dutifully, the other girl pressed it to her head, wincing, as Serena set out to find Waverly, calling for the child as she went.

Waverly peeked out from behind the living room couch, hair mussed and still in her pajamas. "Is Nonna okay?"

"Kinda," Serena led the girl to the entryway, where she grabbed the bag she had originally been carrying, and then entered the kitchen. She and Waverly plopped down across from Wynonna, and she slid the bag across the floor.

The smell alone had Wynonna starting, looking up. "Are those doughnuts?"

"Uh huh," Serena nodded proudly. There was a small bakery on the outskirts of town, and that was where she had gotten them, knowing her friend loved the treat.

"Whoa, thanks!" the brunette dropped the bag she had been holding to her head and pulled out the box of doughnuts, stuffing one in her mouth, before passing them around.

Waverly munched on her own, and Serena chewed her chocolate one as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a badly wrapped package.

"Sorry it looks all lumpy," she apologized. "Y'know I'm bad at this sorta stuff."

Wynonna frowned, but unwrapped it and pulled out the necklace inside. It was of the yin sign, the black one with the white dot in it.

Serena sheepishly pulled out her own yang sign, which was white with a dark spot. "It's kinda dumb, but you're my best friend, and, well," she held the other pendant up to her own and showed how they connected to make the complete yin/yang sign. "See? You don't have to wear it if you don't wanna…"

Wynonna hastily finished off her second doughnut and yanked the necklace back, putting it on in seconds as she adamantly refused, "No way! I'm gonna wear this thing until I die."

Waverly tugged at Serena's sleeve. "Why don't I get a necklace? We're friends, too, right?"

The five-year-old's eyes watered, and the older girl put an arm around her shoulder.

"You don't need a necklace to share with Wynonna since she's your sister, right?"

"Yeah," Waverly slowly nodded, sniffing.

"Well, on my birthday Wynonna said you're my sister now, too, so we don't need 'em either."

"Oh!" the younger girl brightened. "Okay!"

Across from her, Wynonna Earp smiled widely.