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To say that Nicole Haught was confused would have been an understatement, especially as she walked into the apartment that she had just basically been given by a man she didn't know even though he had sworn he knew her uncle and aunt and she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth at the moment, especially when she wanted to be as far away from her parents as possible.

Well being in a small, backwater town may be better than being forced to go to some kind of torture camp. The redhead thought bitterly, her mind flashing to the last time that she had been in Purgatory.

I hope this place doesn't still get overran by gang violence...

She thought, closing her eyes as she felt her stomach twist into knots. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she turned her attention back to the present, which was the stack of boxes that she had hauled inside from her truck.

"You know what? This can wait...I'll let CJ out of her carrier and I'm going to go look around the town." she said to no one in particular as she opened the cat carrier, only to get hissed at by the yellowish fur ball that was curled up inside.

"Yeah yeah, I know you hate being cooped up." Nicole stated, rolling her eyes at the temper mental cat before setting out a litter box and the cat's food bowl and quickly filled it with water.

"I'll feed you when I get back. You're getting too fat anyway."


Wynonna rolled her eyes as she sat on the bar of Shorty's, watching as her sister Waverly and her boyfriend Champ argued about something pointless. Why the fuck is she dating that bastard when he makes her cry at least eighty percent of the time? Like is there anyone in this forsaken town that won't use my baby sister as arm candy or a sex toy?

She thought, resisting the urge to throw Champ out through the doors when someone punched the nineteen-year-old in the face, knocking him across the room.

"Bobo! What the hell?" Wynonna heard Gus yelled, though the twenty-year-old just snickered. Now I owe that jerk ass bastard for taking up for Waverly. She thought as she slid off the counter and headed toward the door.

At least I know that someone won't hurt her while I'm gone. Bobo del Rey will just end up fucking killing someone if they try. Although why he cares so damn much, I have no idea.

"Hey, Gus I'm stepping out. Make sure no one jumps on Waves, alright?"