No Demon!Waverly here. Dolls is asked to give a report to the BBD so he's away for a bit. With Dolls gone and Doc back in town, Wynonna tries to avoid the latter to distance from her confusion since the ball. Dolls had kissed her, at the ball, when all the town was there. She had accused him of being a pussy, she asked him almost in tears, to show her he cared and he had kissed her. He told her he doesn't do relationships because work makes it difficult, he had honest kissed her. But they hadn't talk later because he was due to report inmediatelly to their bosses at BBD. The guy is not one to text messages out of work duties, so even if she'd try to text him chances are he won't bother to reply, right? How can she be feeling like a teenager now? Such a girl like her, she gets what she wants when she wants. She told Doc she didn't want a relationship. Does she? Really, with nobody? Could something casual endanger the BBD or would it increase the bond she and Dolls ought to have to work in better sync? But saying not to Doc when they slept twice and she really doesn't hate the guy, he tried to play hard to get, for a very good reason because it's weird that she has bedded his grand-dad's best friend, isn't it? But is it true that now she's wanting to be more from Dolls? It doesn't make sense, does it? Why does she have to fancy what she can't have? Things always come and go quickly for her. She wonders why can't she be constant like Waverly. She is happy that Waverly is happy although it took her time to notice something was going on between her and Nicole. Nicole, what does that mean they can't be buddies now? It'll be awkward if Nicole mentions something about Waverly, wouldn't it? Wynonna takes another gulp of whiskey cringing at the taste. And Willa. She came back for so short, for her to having to use the peacemaker on her because she would be so stubborn with her choices to solve the revennants situation making herself a post-stokholm syndrome martyr, drawn in love for the lies from her captor and to save her sisters, lying to them. Probably she just didn't know how to fit back into reality now. Wynonna should had been a better sister, she is not. She fells she never could be a good sister to both of them, if she was comfortable with Willa always seemed she was leaving the baby behind, and the other way round. She was always stuck in the middle forced to choose one or the other when she loved both the same, for different reasons. The revennants picked her and she couldn't rescue her, instead she shot her father. Willa was lost for so long, the family thought the worst of it. Wynonna doesn't know the full story yet, she didn't had time to talk to Waverly and having her retelling what Bobo had told her at the treehouse, nor what Waverly had found about him. Can one trust the words of a monster as Bobo? Has Waverly trusted his words? Wynonna wishes she wasn't the town's pariah and have someone to talk to, but at her asocial rate chances are she won't talk to any given offer. If Doc were to show up she'll refuse to talk, Waverly has more important things to do, plus she is the younger one, she shouldn't be taking care of Wynonna like that. Woman up! Unbalanced she decides the homestead is too much and goes to the barn. There she lays near the bike. Seems easier than resting on the single bed there. When she sobers up she'll take a drive to nowhere in particular, just to clear her mind, spend time on her own, no particular destination, but not to start over. She can't leave Purgatory now. Is not just because the revennants are not solved but because she feels she shouldn't leave the place. At the first rays of light crossing the cracks of wood in the barn she feels something different among the hay. She moves to feel something warm near her. She wakes half dizzy and half startled to see a blurry face offering her something. "Here, take it" says a familiar male voice. "Doc? What are you doing? I thought you left." she blurts out rubbing her eyes with the palm of her eyes. He holds her hand and passes the glass of water. "Drink it. You'll feel better" he says with a smile and nod, happy with himself. "Why are you here?" she asks now more awake. Startled to find her shirt open, she tries to cover her skin suddenly conscious of her state. "You need me." he says and she gives him a death stare. "Not like that, I'm a gentleman" He explains holding up his hands in surrender. "Plus is not like I haven't seen you before, don't pretend now. We are both adults. You picked Dolls, I know, all fine." "I picked no-one. I'm a mess, how can I be with someone?" Wynonna reasons. "Ok. All fine. Still, a choice. But you are not a mess. You are having a complicate time, that's all" He tries to reason. "Why are you doing this? What's your take in this?" Wynonna asks in a huff. "I said why. You need me. I simply swore to take care of you Earps" He replies. "Yeah, you did. Twice. Not happening a third." she said standing up hurriedly. "Not like that. I failed Wyatt, I won't fail you both on my account this time" he answers stenrly. "I'm sure that included the bedding this time." Wynonna bites back. "Wow, lady. What's gotten into you, seriously? That happened, twice. Is not like I tricked you. You hitted be in the bar, several times, I said no, several times. We are not childs. You didn't want a relationship, I get it. It took me time, but I respect your choice. Still it doesn't mean I can't help you" he reasons. "You lied to me, you told me you were someone else, the first time. You were on both sides, you helped Bobo" Wynonna bites. "I did not. I just went by my given name for a while. I didn't know what I'd have to deal with once I was back, I had to play both sides. Is not like I wasn't helpful and honest to you Earps." he explains. "Yeah, well whatever. Things are calm here, so you can go for a walk or something. Waverly is happily busy, Dolls is out, the big enemies have been defeated, still the revennats are out there. Enjoy the little peace while it lasts" Wynonna says trying to turn on the bike. "How are you holding up?" he asks resting his palm on the bike's handler. "I'm taking a ride around. If you don't mind" she sits on the bike and gestures for him to move. "I said, how are you holding up?" he repeats, she glances at the empty whiskey bottle. "Are we best buddies now? I'm not going to do your braids even if it was the fashion for guys in your time" Wynonna blurts out. "Can't we be? In which century do you live in? 21Th! Can we not be buddies? How can we protect each other better if we don't trust or understand each other?" he reasons. "Have you been possessed by something? You are a guy from the 19th century. You catch up quickly, learning to drive and all that, but please don't get weird now. I don't do well those being buddies thing, OK. If you got the idea from some romantic serie, that aint' going to work with me. Now move." Wynonna says turning the ignition on and rearing the engine. "So you don't want trust and understanding?" He offers finally. "Why should I? You left as soon as I told you I didn't want anything romatic. Still you came back just to help me. I don't buy it doesn't come with some payback" says Wynonna with a smirk. "Is true, I did my wrongs in the 19th that's why I'm trying to do my rights in the 21th. That's the payback, my own personal ego, but you can take benefit from it. Why won't you take it? I'm not going to ask for anything in return, I swear. I just want you to be happy. You don't want to be?" he explain. "I never were. But since you want to talk no matter what." she says leaving the bike and approaching the bed. "Do you understand how it is being born with a looming curse on one's head just for one's genetic heritage and see the curse happening? Do you have any idea how it to have your mother leaving you, have your dad training you to shot at night, to be prepared to deal with the evil but at the first encounter you make the huge mistake or shoting at your own father trying to stop the revennants from taking your older sister? You have no idea how it is to not be allowed to live a normal life, to have known the joy lasts so short is better to not make plans ahead." Wynonna vents out. Doc holds her, letitng her rest her head on his chest. "See you had to let it out. I have not lived that, but I understand your frustration. Helping is not just shoting a revenant, that's helping too, isn't it?" Doc says trying to calm her that burst in sobs now. "I hate to be a defenseless puppy" she sobs. "You are not. You are a loner, but not defenseless. And puppies grow into powerful dogs, as yourself. Is OKto feel like that from time to time. Just trust me, you are not alone, I'm here for whatever you need, OK. No payback but to see you happy. Honestly" he says with a smile "Now, what about that ride?" She stands and sits on the bike again turning the engine on. "Are you coming?" she asks. "I deal with the car, but a bike I'm not sure." he says suddenly doubtful. "Don't you trust me now?" she asks with a smirk. "I do, with my life. I'll stay in the home. Rest a bit. Just don't be late" he says. "As you prefer. Thanks buddy. See you later" she says driving outside the barn while he indeed goes to the home.