Full Summary:Full Summary: Wynonna Earp was forced back to Purgatory by the curse. Everywhere she turns someone is telling her how she did them wrong and how much of a screw up she is. Alone and angry she finds herself at a bar just outside of town where she runs into Bobo Del Ray, a revenant who seems strangely familiar, and honestly seems to have some good advice. But, Wynonna can't help but wonder just what kind of plan he has, or how John Henry ties into those plans.


A shot rang out through the darkness, echoing off the walls.

"Daddy!" Waverly's scream pierced her ears.

Something metal burned her hand, the smell of gun powder stuck in her nose.

The world flipped upside.

Wynonna fumbled blindly, unsure where she was going.

Everything was dark, the grass beneath her fingers was cold and wet.

Her hands met stone and she crawled up, climbing, climbing.

And then she fell.

And fell.

And fell.

And fell.

And fell.

Wynonna jolted awake, nearly toppling off the edge of the bed, saved only by the sheets tightly tucked under the mattress wrapped snugly around her hips. Her heart beat heavy in her throat, her hands were quaking, and the room spun around her, like when you would get off of those spinning tea cup rides at the fair.

When her stomach twisted painfully she knew what was coming and clumsily untangled from the sheets, stumbling into the bathroom with just enough time to crash to her knees on the floor, yank her hair back and toss up last nights dinner into the dingy porcelain toilet.

This three am ritual was getting old fast, and as Wynonna pressed her face against the cool porcelain she couldn't help but think of what her life would be like had she not been born an Earp. If she hadn't been born into this life nobody could possibly want.

Those thoughts swirled away as she gently pressed down the silver handle on the toilet and unsteadily got to her feet, leaning heavily against the counter as she attempted to wash her face and rinsed her mouth with the last of her mouthwash. She would need to get more.

Easing her way from the bathroom she shuffled back to the front of the room, using whatever walls and furniture were around to keep her from falling flat on her face again. She found where she'd dropped her bag the night before and picked it up gingerly, carrying it back to the bed with her. Somewhere inside between all the dirty clothes and mini bottles of booze was a small bottle of Advil and she desperately needed it.

As if creepy flashbacks, horrible falling sensations, dizziness and vomiting weren't bad enough they were swiftly followed by the worst migraines Wynonna had ever experienced, and even the Advil and drinking could barely take the edge off.

Frustrated and unable to find the bottle she dumped the contents of her bag on the bed, tossing clothes into one pile, spare changing from various countries into another, wires into a third and finally, at the bottom of her bag she found the small little blue and white bottle.

"Thank fuck." she muttered, twisting the lid off and dumping the contents into her hand.

One fucking pill.

Groaning she tossed it back and swallowed it, hastily shoving aside the contents of her bag before dragging the sheets back up to her throat. She doubted she would fall asleep, but laying in the bed helped, even if it felt like she was in the middle of the ocean during a hurricane on a dingy.

She mentally made a list of the supplies she'd need soon. Mouthwash, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, lots of Advil, toilet paper. The list went on and on, and with each new thing added Wynonna found herself drifting into the delirious place between awake and asleep.

Two hours later, when the sun finally emerged from its sleep Wynonna started to piece together her plan. Her bus left at noon, she'd rather stop somewhere around here to get the things she'd need from the store than risk anything in town so she had to add the store to her daily plan. She needed food, and at the very least coffee.

Wynonna got out of the bed slowly, picking out some clothes that looked like they might be clean from her bag to take with her into the bathroom. After a quick shower, running a brush through her hair and cleaning her teeth with the meager amount of toothpaste she could squeeze out, she was headed out the door.

She stopped at the checkout desk and turned in her key, getting directions to the nearest grocery store from the half asleep old man behind the counter. It was about a five minute walk from the hotel, and mostly empty to boot. She grabbed what she figured she'd need, making sure to grab at two bottles of Advil before leaving.

She ended up buying a second bag to carry everything she'd purchased, and now heaved both of those onto either shoulder as she made her way to the bus station, patting her pocket to make sure the ticket was still tucked inside securely.

The bus station was fifteen minutes from the store and in the short time it took her to get there the sun was blazing, making her head throb painfully, even her double tinted sunglasses didn't help. After checking the bus schedule against her ticket she found a dark place to prop herself and watch for the bus to arrive.

She'd feel fine once she got on the bus, once it got moving farther west, toward the last place on Earth she wanted to go. It was the only direction that seemed to be making this spells go fewer and farther between. She didn't like to linger on that thought, on what it must've meant, so she didn't.

At 11:30 Wynonna got on her bus, sat down in her assigned isle pressed up against the window, tossing her legs up into the empty chair next to her and her bags into the third. Not too many people would be boarding this bus, nobody ever wanted to go where this bus was going.

She was right, like she knew she would be, roughly ten people got on the bus and each had their own row. A young cute blonde sat down across from her, coffee held tightly in one hand, looking terrified but trying to hide it. Wynonna smirked, the girl should be scared. Then she scowled, she never stopped to get herself coffee.

The bus finally rumbled to life around 12, sticking around to make sure there were no last minute stragglers before pulling out of the station, heading down a two lane road. Wynonna closed her eyes, leaning her head against the window.

The vibrations that would usually bother her seemed to make it easier to relax, at least that's what she would keep telling herself. It had nothing to do with the rapidly closing distance between her and her destination.

The rolling wave of nausea hit her hard when they were about ten minutes away from her stop. It started as a low rolling wave and quickly shot upward. Wynonna shot out of her seat, racing toward the back of the bus, elbowing a woman out of the way as she launched into the tiny broom closet sized bathroom.

She barely had enough room to bend over and hurl into the tiny toilet, trying not to pay attention to the way everything sloshed around. She braced her hands on either side of the wall as the sudden dizzy spell consumed her. It felt like she was in the middle of the ocean again, with waves crashing down relentlessly over her head.

Wynonna knew she needed to sit down, but making it back to her seat was difficult. The bus was moving, she knew that, but she felt like her body was moving separately, and with each step she took she felt like she was about to fall off a cliff.

It was hell, but she finally made it back to her seat, collapsing against the window heavily. The blonde with the coffee was staring at her, "That bathroom is a crime against humanity." Wynonna mumbled, thankful she forgot her coffee. Trying to go in that bathroom was unthinkable.

The blonde raised an eyebrow, "So's being drunk in the middle of the day."

Wynonna rolled her eyes, sitting up slightly to stare out the window. Being drunk was her constant state, but drunk this wasn't drunk and drunk hadn't felt like this in years. This was something else, something old and powerful and downright unfair. Stupid curse. Stupid Wyatt Earp. Stupid family line.

If there was one thing she'd love to do in life it would be to go back in time in knock some sense into her ancestor before he could curse everyone in his line. Of course it wasn't possible, but oh her imagination did make it ever so satisfying.

Wynonna's thoughts trailed off when she saw the sign in the distance, fading and tacky but still standing strong. Welcome to Purgatory. You'll never want to leave.

Wynonna snorted, "More like you'll never be able to leave." the blonde woman glared at her, turning so she was facing out the window and away from Wynonna, "I guess my reputation proceeds me." she joked under her breath, settling back in her seat as the bus coasted through town.

She braced herself as she got closer and closer to the invisible line she was waiting for the bus to cross waiting for the feeling she knew would come. The relief of the migraine, the dizziness. And it came, like a kick in the gut as the wheels of the bus crossed into the Ghost River Triangle. Power surged through her like electricity, the unsteady feeling replaced with unwavering strength.

The Earp heir was home.

Wynonna hadn't bothered to tell anyone she was returning, she didn't see the point when nobody here gave a damn about her anyways. They only wanted her to shut up and stop being crazy, to send her away, to anywhere as long as it was away from the town. Away from Waverly. Away from the sane folks of Purgatory.

As if anyone who lived in a place called Purgatory could be sane.

The bus dropped her off about an hours walk from where she needed to be, but she didn't mind. Feeling better than she had in the six weeks since she'd turned twenty seven, Wynonna set off for the Homestead at a slow place.

It was the last place Wynonna wanted to go on Earth but the only place she had left in this little town that would be hers. Gus had sent her some stuff when she turned twenty, the deed and keys to the house, and two months ago she'd sent another set of what looked like car keys with only a note that read 'from Curtis'.

It hurt, those being the only things she ever received from her Aunt in her years away, but she knew why. She knew Gus loved her, but she loved Waverly more, and she didn't have time for the crazy daughter of her run away sister.

Besides, it was hard to ignore when your niece shot her father and started all this crazy talk about demons. Wynonna knew the best thing to do was to leave, let Waverly grow up without the demons, the curse, without Wynonna's crazy and terrible behavior.

It was what was best, so when she was off parole at 18 she took the money Gus gave her and she left. She hadn't been back since, bouncing from place to place around the US, then to Greece, Italy, Paris. Every place she could dream of, but nothing ever felt right.

Then, when she turned 27, these dreams started. Every night, dizzy spells that put her out of commission for days at a time. She was in Greece, again, when it started. After two weeks in bed she flew back to the US and started moving north, the spells got better when she traveled that way, and worse when she went south.

It didn't take a genius to figure out, but Wynonna was stubborn. She'd promised herself, Gus and her sister that she'd leave and take her crazy with her. It wasn't her fault that crazy was calling her right back. Crazy, and her Uncle Curtis' email sent two days before his death.

Purgatory might have been her home 9 years ago, but now it was just a bad memory of demons, death, shitty parole officers and bad choices, and it was calling her back, stronger than ever. She couldn't outrun it this time. No matter how hard she tried.

Everyone in town hated her to some degree, and she couldn't blame them. She was a royal fuck up who made a ton of terrible choices and threw her life away. After her father died when she was 12 and Gus sent her to St Vincents nothing had ever been the same.

Girls talked and whispered and spread nasty rumors, filled her locker with fake blood and entrails. Guys avoided her at all possible costs, teachers and police officers mistrusted her. Judges punished her harshly, parole officers made her a repeat offender, but it was all because she was a fuck up, who was gonna believe the crazy girl that shot her own daddy?

Wynonna hadn't been back to the Homestead since that night. It didn't feel right without her daddy and Willa, it felt empty and hollow, and it looked just the same as she walked up to it now. The windows were broken, the door was busted at the frame and debris littered the floor.

She could hear Willa's screams and shattering glass as she was pulled out the window, Waverly's crying as they ran through the night, searching for some place safe, some place the demons couldn't get. The sound of the gun hitting something hard as she tossed it in the well. Waverly's loud hyperventilating sobs as Gus ushered them into the truck and headed for the police station.

Yellow tape still surrounded evidence, piles of junk that couldn't be moved had rusted into place. The barn door was almost falling off and the sign above the bridge to their property was hanging by a nail. Wynonna took one look at the mailbox, covered in spray paint, and kicked it clean off its stand.

"Home sweet home." Wynonna mumbled heading up to the front door with heavy feet.

It took her about two hours of sweeping just to get the floors clean, all while making a million calls to get the power turned back on. The last call ended with the man telling her Gus would have to okay it, and Wynonna hadn't heard back since, but the lights turned on so now she just had to wait.

The front door didn't shut, two of the windows were completely shattered, and everything in the place was coated in a fine layer of dust. Wynonna didn't care, no amount of dirt could be worse than the memories. At least the strange headaches were gone, the visions hopefully gone with them, and she had a free place to lay her head for awhile.

The entire house would probably need to be gutted by now, the fridge had been sitting for 9 years with the same food that was in it when she was 12, the bed in her room was a twin that had already been to short for her, and the paint was peeling off the walls from years of shitty weather.

At least she'd have something to do with her time.

Wynonna made her way through the cupboards in the kitchen, finding the stash of booze she'd hoped she would right next to some glasses. She poured the old whiskey out into one of the glasses and took a swig. It wasn't half bad, "thanks, daddy." she whispered, raising her glass to the sky.

She figured she had about an hour to kill around here before Gus or Waverly came looking, so she decided to wander upstairs into her old room. It was her furniture, who was going to stop her from tossing it to the curb?

Grabbing the whiskey bottle and the glass she headed up the stairs and to the left where her room had been. It was still as messy as it had been that day. Ward had told her to clean it up several times that day, but Wynonna had refused to listen, she couldn't remember why now.

She started with her clothes, filling up two trash bags easily. Most of it was still in pretty good condition so she made a note to drop those off at the nearest Goodwill bin she could find. Those things had saved her ass more times than she could count when she first left, it wouldn't hurt to pay it forward.

Next she bagged up all the extra junk she knew was hers, toys, books, CD's, binders for school all things she didn't need. She made an extra pile for all the toys that were Waverly's and moved those into her room before carrying the bags downstairs to her ever growing trash pile by the gate.

Exactly an hour and half the whiskey bottle later her phone rang. She'd been waiting for about five minutes for the call and lazily lifted it up from its position resting on her stomach to see who it was.

"Hey Gus."

"Why are you back Wynonna?"

"I have a house, why not live in it?" Wynonna shot back, taking a swig of the whiskey. It didn't go down smooth with her position sprawled out on the floor, "it is mine right?"

"You know it already is, Wynonna. I just never thought you'd actually come back." Gus sighed heavily.

"You know me, I live to disappoint." Wynonna paused, studying the glow in the dark stars stuck to her ceiling for a few heartbeats, "Let Waves know she can come get her things out of her room. I'll even leave for an hour or two if she wants." and then she ended the call, dropping her hand heavily back onto her stomach.

Wynonna was home, but she wasn't really sure what that meant.