Okay, I found this post on nicole-but-not-haught's Tumblr page, so thank you very much for letting me use it! I've never really used hyperlinks in fanfics before so if they don't work, I'll have links to the post and the blog on my profile. (Been trying for 10 minutes to do that so if anyone knows how, help please?)

Part 1: Wynonna figures out she might be not straight and goes to Nicole and is like "?help?" (more like Bi-nonna am I right?)

Sidenote: I have another story called "Tales from Purgatory." If you have any prompts you'd like to see, be sure to let me know!

Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. All rights go to Emily Andras, Syfy, Beau Smith and Image Comics.

Wynonna felt her stomach churn as she caught herself checking out another girl for the 5th time that week. She sighed and downed another shot of whisky. "I'm straight." She muttered to herself, "I'm definitely straight, I'm straight, I'm..." The words caught in her throat as one of Shorty's new barmaids (Waverly was off tonight) walked past her and Wynonna found herself staring, "...definitely not straight." Slamming her head into the bar, Wynonna let out a groan and allowed a few tears to fall. She'd been trying to tell herself that it was all in her head or that maybe she was a little too drunk, any excuse she could think of as to why she suddenly found herself checking out every hot girl in Purgatory for the last few months, but still finding guys good looking too. However, try as she might, Wynonna didn't think she could excuse it anymore.

After another few minutes, Wynonna dragged her ass out of Shorty's and stood against the wall, trying to work out what to do next. She didn't know who she could talk to; Waverly was having a night in with her friends, she didn't want to bother Gus and her boys (Doc and Dolls) were who-knew-where. Her legs carried her through the town, her mind not particularly paying attention until she was at the front desk of the sheriff's station and a comforting hand was wrapped around her wrist. "Wynonna? You okay?" Asked Nicole, slightly concerned about the spaced out look on her friend's face. "Wynonna?" She tried again, but the other woman gave no indication that she'd heard. Nicole left her place at the desk, took Wynonna's hand and lead her into the BBD office.

Closing the door behind them, Nicole turned back to Wynonna, only to see tears forming in her eyes. Before Nicole could say anything Wynonna flung herself into the redhead's arms. She gripped the front of Nicole's shirt tightly and started to cry into it. It took Nicole a few seconds to snap out of her shock, but the moment she did, she wrapped her arms around Wynonna and just held her. While she had no idea what was going on, she knew that if Wynonna was crying in front of her, it had to be serious. Pulling away enough to grip the brunette's shoulders, Nicole made sure to have eye contact as she asked, "What happened?" Wynonna just shook her head and buried her face in Nicole's shirt again.

"I-I don't-Nicole I'm scared!" She muttered.

Nicole ran a hand through Wynonna's hair and asked, with some hesitation, "What're you scared of?" Wynonna started shaking and Nicole wrapped her other arm around her and held her tightly. "I-I think I'm..." She pulled away from the officer, refusing to look her in the eyes. Taking a deep breath, Wynonna steadied her voice before saying, "I think I'm bisexual." She whispered. A comforting hand lifted her chin and Wynonna felt herself tear up again. Nicole was smiling softly at her and hugged her again. Wynonna went into shock. Yes, this was Nicole, yes this was her sister's girlfriend, but she hadn't expected her to accept it that quickly. Her legs gave way and she started to fall to the floor. Not missing a beat, the redhead braced, holding the older (I think?) woman up and pulling her in closer. "That's not something to be scared of Wynonna." She said, quietly, "Doesn't change the fact that you're Wynonna f-ing Earp." Wynonna gave a tearful laugh and she pulled away again.

"Is that really a good thing?" The two of them started laughing before Nicole walked over to one of the highest cabinets and pulled out a bottle of whisky. Wynonna raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, don't tell Waverly that's there, she'll kill me." Said Nicole, handing the bottle to the other woman. "Normally, I wouldn't let anyone know where I keep this but I think you need it." Wynonna took the bottle gratefully and took a swig. She grimaced as the familiar burn ran down her throat. Sitting on one of the desks, she let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes."Sorry, I broke on you, dude." Nicole shook her head and sat beside her.

"Don't be. If anyone knows how hard it is to tell people something like that, it's me." A comfortable silence settled between them, before Nicole asked, gently, "How long have you...?" She let the question trail off and hang in the air. The brunette took another large swig from the bottle and she leant her head onto Nicole's shoulder. "Honestly? I've known I found girls as hot as guys for years, but I've only accepted it for..." She quickly looked down at her watch, "20 minutes." She thought for a second before rephrasing, "Well, acknowledged it for about 20 minutes." Nicole sighed and wrapped an arm around her. "How did you do it?" Asked Wynonna, feeling the alcohol kick in, "You're so confident and comfortable. How the Hell did you get like that?"

"I wasn't always." Replied Nicole, taking the bottle from Wynonna and downing a mouthful herself. She handed the bottle back before saying, "When I was in high school, I was the most awkward of the awkward gays. I was so closeted I couldn't even look at a cute girl without feeling horrible. It was only in collage that I came out and gained the ability to...you know, actually talk to women." Wynonna chuckled. "There's the smile I needed to see." The brunette smiled brighter and put the bottle down and put her hands in her lap. Pulling away, she looked down and took a deep breath before asking, "So, what do I do now?" When Nicole didn't reply, she tried to elaborate. "I mean, do I have to tell everyone? Go to a gay club? Wear a rainbow pin or something?" Nicole laughed a little and Wynonna felt herself go red.

Realising how her laughter looked, Nicole looked at Wynonna apologetically. "Hey, I'm sorry. The answer to all three of those questions is "only if you want to" buddy. Just because you're bi doesn't mean you have to do or be anything different. Look at Waverly, was she any different after she told you about me and her?" Wynonna raised an eyebrow before she replied. "You mean other than her inability to stay away from you for more that half an hour? No." Nicole chose to ignore that one.

"See? All coming out does is give you one less secret to worry about keeping." With a little hesitation, she added, "Lord knows you of all people could use fewer of those."

Wynonna fiddled with the bottom of her jacket. "Help me?" She asked, a slight catch in her throat. "Please, I...I really don't know what to do now." Nicole took a moment to examine Wynonna's face. Her eyes were watering again and slightly sunken, making the redhead wonder how little sleep the Earpheir had been getting lately. She was paler than usual and Nicole briefly compared her to a scared child. It was the most vulnerable she'd ever seen her friend look. How could she say no to that? Taking Wynonna's slightly shaking form into her arms, Nicole held her tightly as she began to cry again. "Of course I'll help you, dummy."

Thanks for reading this, I really hope you enjoyed it! Once again, huge shoutout to nicole-but-not-haught for letting me use this post. The next chapter should be up soon (hopefully, maybe) and once again, any romppts, let me know and I'll use them in Tales from Purgatory!