It wasn't like she meant for it to happen, it just sprung up out of nowhere between whiskey glass two and three, like a revenants boot to the face. It gave her pause, for a good few minutes she sat with her glass in her hand, hovering in front of her face. Her eyes were glued to the woman before her.

Nicole was pacing in front of the board, the hunt for Dolls going nowhere. Wynonna had opted for drinking and watching her pace. Her hair had come out of her braid in spots and she was working on undoing it, her red hair curling around her shoulders.

She'd changed out of her uniform and into civilian clothes, a pair of jeans and a tank top, and Wynonna couldn't help but notice how the jeans hung on her hips. When she reached up to pin something to the board her shirt crawled up and Wynonna could see the faintest hint of back dimples and a splash of freckles across her otherwise pale skin.

Wynonna wondered what it would feel like to kiss those dimples, run her fingers up the sides of her thighs-.

Wynonna shook her head, no. We can't go there. I can't go there. She put her glass down and stood up, "I need to get some air." and with that she strode out with a purpose, shoving open the door and storming into the early morning air.

She had a crush on Nicole Haught.

It sounded so childish, a crush. Which it was, childish. Nicole was dating her sister, all feelings needed to disappear. Now. She marched down the road, Peacemaker smacking against her thigh with every other step, her boots echoing through the early morning.

Nicole was Waverly's girlfriend. Sort of. Wynonna wasn't really sure at the moment, with Waverly having moved back into Gus's house and busy some new online school to pay either of them any attention. But at the very least, Waverly liked her and Wynonna wasn't about to hurt her baby sister again.

Realizing she'd gone a few blocks in her haste she turned around and headed back to the station to call it a night and make sure Nicole left safely. Her boots dragged as she walked back and it took her double the time to get to the station then it had to get away.

Nicole was standing out front, Wynonna's jacket draped over one arm and her helmet tucked under the other, "I was just about to get Nedley to send out a search party." she joked, lips tipping up into a smile that made Wynonna's cheeks warm.

Stupid feelings.

"Yeah, I'm sure that'd be pretty high up on Nedley's to do list, right next to cutting his own arm off." Wynonna snarked, lamely at that, before taking her jacket and shrugging it on, "I've got peacemaker, so I won't be getting kidnapped anytime soon."

"You make sure it stays that way." Nicole passed Wynonna her helmet and headed for her car, "I don't want to have to chase down any outlaws because you got clumsy and dropped Peacemaker under a car."

"I'll be sure to let them know I've got my own personal protection program, Officer Haught." and with that final embarrassing quip Wynonna put on her helmet, swung her leg over her bike and started the engine with a loud roar in the night. Nicole's cruiser started a moment later and Wynonna watched her go.

"Personal protection program, Officer Haught ? Really Wynonna. Pathetic." she pulled her Harley out onto the main road and headed for the homestead, mentally kicking herself in the ass for being exceptionally lame.

"Waverly is possessed."

Wynonna is too busy blinking the hangover from her eyes to fully process Nicole's words. Her neck is stiff and her back is on fire, and wow were Nicole's teeth perfect-, "Waverly's what?" she managed, leaning away so she didn't breath hangover breath into Nicole's face.

It didn't matter, realizing that she had Wynonna's attention she now stormed away and over to the board, "Possessed. By some big giant snake thing. I followed her this morning because she was acting weird. She left the ghost river triangle and then she turned into this giant snake thing. It was super freaky."

Wynonna paused, her brain screeching to a halt, giant snake thing. Waverly had knelt by the pile of goo that was the demon Willa had brought about, but she wouldn't have been dumb enough to actually touch it, right?

"Are you sure?"

"Seriously, Wynonna?" Nicole snapped. Wynonna nodded, right. Of course she was sure. Most people just didn't turn into giant snakes, certainly not Waverly. Wynonna pulled out her phone, dialing her sisters number from memory.

It rang and rang and then went to voice mail, "Hey baby girl, we could use your help if you got time. I know you've been busy." and she hangs up. She's never been one to elaborate on voice mail, something that irks Waverly to no end.

"So now what, we wait?" Nicole scoffed.

"No, now we actually try and figure out who this revenant is. Whatever is happening to Waverly, I want to know just as bad as you, but if that thing doesn't know we know that's for the better." Wynonna dragged over a box and slammed it on the table, "let's see if we can figure out what shit Willa got us into."

Hours, a lunch break, more hours and a revenant call and they were still nowhere on the giant snake dude. Wynonna would give her left arm for Doc or Dolls to be here to help, but as it was, they weren't. Dolls was missing and Doc was god knows where trying to find him.

It was up to Nicole and Wynonna to figure this out, "Waverly was right, she really should have been the heir." Wynonna mumbled, dropping her head onto the desk with a loud groan before quickly whipping around to make sure she hadn't woken up Nicole, who was curled up on a cot Nedley had brought in a few nights before.

She was sound asleep, face covered with red hair that was coming out of the braid it had been in. She was curled up in a tight ball, most likely freezing in her tank top and work slacks as she slept. Quietly Wynonna grabbed a blanket from the back closet and draped it over Nicole's sleeping form, moving back over to her desk to grab the bottle of whiskey tucked beneath it.

"Having a sleepover?" A cheery voice rang through the room, "I got your voice mail, any luck with the revenant?"

Wynonna lifted her head off her desk, looking over at Waverly. "Yeah, got lucky and caught him fleeing the scene." she looked just like Waverly, smiled, talked, held herself all the same. It was impossible, Nicole had to have it wrong.

"So what are you trying to figure out now, then?" she set her bottle of water down and peered over at the pages in front of her, "Doc?"

Wynonna turned around and looked behind her, hoping to find him standing by the window, but no such luck. Glancing down at the folder in front of her she realized, "Oh no, I was looking at something else, this was just tucked into the folder." Wynonna closed it hastily, "Did you ever figure out what that weird goo was?"

Way to bite the bullet, Wynonna.

Waverly's eyes flickered from her sister to Nicole's sleeping form twice before something in them changed, her smile became sharp and cruel, "well you finally caught on. You really are the worst heir. Dolls should have shot you instead of the other girl."

The demons voice was sharp and muffled with Waverly's like when Shorty had been possessed, "Well I'll be off then, since I don't have appearances to keep up. Good luck figuring it out, if you spent half as much time actually researching as you did mooning over your sisters girlfriend you might be somewhere by now."

Wynonna felt like she'd been punched in the gut, was it that obvious? She watched Waverly's body walk out of the room, an arrogance that wasn't hers in her step. What the Hell was she going to do now?

She looked over at Nicole, who was still asleep, and grabbed her whiskey bottle. She didn't know what the demons plans were, and she had no idea what the demon was or how to stop it, but right now she couldn't think about that.

She sat down on the floor next to the cot, grabbed Peacemaker from her hip, and took a long swig of the whiskey eyes glued to the door.

It hadn't been a full plan really, more of a half-cocked try not to kill Waverly but exorcise the demon still plan, but it worked. The demon was out of Waverly and ripping through the town faster than you could blink, but Wynonna drew Peacemaker, shot it between the eyes and sent it right back to Hell. Waverly was okay, Waverly was okay.

Not able to stomach Nicole and Waverly's reunion for much longer than needed Wynonna got on her bike, she needed to be anywhere else right now. She didn't know if Waverly was conscious while she was possessed or not, but neither of them needed to face that now.

Bike tucked safely in the lower half of the barn Wynonna crawled into what used to be Doc's bed, she didn't want to go inside right now. She didn't need to see the trashed house full of whiskey bottles and half eaten take out.

She didn't need to remember Nicole hugging her tight and promising that they were getting Waverly back, she didn't need falling asleep on the floor next to her and waking up tucked in with a pillow, Nicole's warmth against her back.

Wynonna had a crush. That was it, it would go away.

Waverly left two weeks later, "I just need time, Wynonna. I'm not an Earp like you. I'm not a cop like Nicole. I don't know who I am. I need to figure it out, and I can't stay here. I'm sorry. I love you, I really do."

Wynonna forced a smile, "I get it, I got to leave once too. Go, find yourself. Just come back here, okay? You have to come back." Waverly smiled and hugged Wynonna, it was quick and cold, and then she was climbing into her jeep and pulling away from the homestead.

Wynonna watched until the red jeep disappeared before going back into the house. It felt even emptier than it had when Waverly moved back in with Gus. Then it had seemed normal, she wanted to keep Gus safe and Gus didn't want to move to the homestead.

The homestead was clean, spotless even, and smelled like cinnamon sticks. Waverly had made it her mission to clean up the house, she kept telling Wynonna that the pig pen was outside and she could go live there if she didn't want to clean. Now that seemed like a better alternative to the empty house.

She grabbed the truck keys, peacemaker, and headed out the door. She needed to do something. She barely made it to the truck when headlights flashed at her and Nicole's cruiser crunched into her driveway, spitting up gravel.

"Officer Haught, to what do I owe this surprise?" Wynonna asked in a poor imitation of a southern accent.

Nicole gave her a small smile, "I figured you could use some food and a good drinking buddy."

"Well you figured right." grabbing the bag of Chinese from Nicole's arms she led the way back up to the house, turning on the lights and settling down on the floor in front of the couch, dragging the coffee table over.

Nicole joined her a few moments later with two glasses and a bottle of rum, setting them on the table before sinking down next to Wynonna on the floor and grabbing a container of rice, "You know, she was always meant for bigger things then purgatory."

"Yeah." Wynonna agreed softly, distracted by Nicole's knee against hers. They ate in silence at first, and then Nicole started babbling about why she became a cop. Talking about how her mom had been one and her aunt had been on the force and they were both brave and strong women. But Wynonna was focused more on her face.

The way her eyes lit up when she was telling a story about something she was proud of doing or how half of her mouth tipped up into a smile before she ducked her head when she says something she's never told anyone before and is nervous about her reaction.

They both talk more animatedly as the night goes on, the rum going down smooth and fast. Wynonna is pretty sure she's about to fall asleep face first into Nicole's lap as the night flies past her, but she props her head up and listens closely. Its the first time she's really gotten the chance to watch Nicole without the guilt of being her sisters girlfriend.

Sure she was now her sisters ex girlfriend, but from what they both said it just wasn't working with them, and they'd ended it over a week ago. They both wanted different things, and Waverly wasn't really sure what exactly she even wanted. Being possessed and finding out you're not who you really thought you were could do a number on a person.

Nicole was a lot more touchy as the bottle got lower and lower, grabbing Wynonna's hands or smacking her knee to get her attention for the very important parts of the stories and every time Wynonna felt a shock and her heart jumped and she wanted to just lean in and kiss her just a little bit more.

But she didn't, enjoying the lilt of her voice and the way she told stories, "you could read for audio books. You should." she declared grinning, "you're voice is so wonderful."

Nicole's cheeks were pink, Wynonna wasn't sure if it was from the rum or her compliment, but she smiled and smacked Wynonna's knee lightly, "Yeah right." she reached for her glass, turning away from a fraction of a second.

Wynonna watched the corner of her mouth tip up into that half-smile that melted her heart and she leaned forward quickly, slipping her fingers into Nicole's hair to gently turn her face back. They were eye to eye now, noses almost brushing. Nicole opened her mouth and then closed it, unsure what to say. And then they both leaned in.

The kiss was soft, and quick, Wynonna was falling back on her butt sooner than she wanted, eyes wide studying Nicole's reaction. She hadn't meant to kiss her, yeah she wanted to but she shouldn't it wasn't-.

Nicole moved fast, leaning over and knocking her back to the floor, her lips claiming Wynonna's with fierce desperation.