I am writing this because I was searching for a Wynonna and Doc story and couldn't find one. So, I'm writing one. I own nothing.

Chapter 1

Wynonna Earp had never been in love, not like that, not like her sister read about in all her romance novels, so when it happened she didn't even realize it.

"He's over 130 years old. He's too old for you," Wynonna thought at first, but the more she watched him, the more time she spent with him the more she realized that he was exactly the kind of man she had been looking for; too bad he had been stuck in a well all that time. Doc Holliday, the man she had spent her life hearing about. Her great, great grandfather's best friend. The scoundrel, the gunman; only now that she knew him, the real man, did she see that those things were both true and a complete lie. He was all that and more.

"He's definitely one of the good guys," Waverly's words moved through her head her own words always there too both completely true. Doc was rough, in many ways they were a lot alike, but different too. When she was talking to him, for the first time, Wynonna didn't feel crazy or like she was alone. Doc understood her in a way no one had since her Uncle Curtis, but that was only one of the reasons why she found herself falling for him. Feeling things for this man, who seemed to fill a hole in her that she hadn't known she'd been looking to fill.

He wasn't like anyone she'd ever met, he was more like her, but rougher somehow. Wynonna felt something with him. She felt it the second they met in the bar that night, but in that moment, everything had been different. She hadn't known who he was. Or believed in who she was. He had helped her more than anyone else in making her believe. At the same time as he was cracking her inner armor. Wynonna would find herself looking at him out of the corner of her eye, when he didn't know, and it got even worse after that moment. It was the last thing she had been expecting. That kiss. His kiss. It had been so sudden, one minute they had been fighting, the next they were kissing like two people who needed those kisses to keep breathing. Never in her life had she felt such a rush, both of emotion, and lust. When it was over Wynonna felt something else too. That maybe he was the only man she would ever feel that with. They had crashed into each other and the aftermath had been both a disaster and a burst of fireworks.

"Something in my gut tells me he's one of the bad boys," Wynonna's own words haunted her because they scared her because they meant one thing; that if she was right he could hurt her and if she was wrong she could hurt herself if she stayed away.

Wynonna had never allowed herself to be weak before. She always played strong. Like she couldn't be broken and after a while she started to believe that herself. But Doc made her question that for the first time since leaving those insane walls that held her. That is what led her to run, to try to pretend that moment in the woods never happened. She ran from it.

"You love him, Wynonna," Wynonna would think sometimes late at night when she could admit that to herself with no need to fear getting hurt. What she didn't count on was him. She never thought Doc would leave and that it would lead to her losing him in what she thought the worst way possible. If she had known what was going to happen Wynonna wasn't sure if she still would have run or not. Then he was gone.

"He might have gotten out, Wynonna," Dolls had tried to seem like he was helping, but as Wynonna stared at that pink car all burned up she couldn't bring herself to believe it; there was only one thing that kept repeating in her head.

"He's dead," Wynonna held back the tears that strength she had built up over time helping her for once as she thought of Doc, dead, gone, not coming back.

"If I hadn't pushed him away, he'd never have left. He'd still be here, by my side, with me," Wynonna knew this thought was the truest she would ever have as she walked away from that car knowing this wasn't the time to cry; later, she could do that later, when she was all alone.

As the days passed after Dolls told her, Wynonna acted like she wasn't affected, but deep down she was. More than anyone could see even Waverly. One thought alone kept repeating in her mind. She had never told him how she felt. That she loved him and now she never would because he was dead somewhere that she didn't even know. She had finally found love, she hadn't been looking for it, she hadn't known it until it was too late, and now it was gone. Wynonna hoped it would never come again. Doc would be one of a kind in that way as he had been in so many others. Wynonna loved Doc and he had loved her too. Now, he was dead. A dead man to silently love for the rest of her life or until the revenants finally killed her reuniting them once more. Now all she wanted to do was go back and tell him. Because that's what she should have done all along.

"I should have told him…went after him when he went away," Wynonna thought sometimes, peacemaker in her hand as she sat in the barn with all that remained of him.

"I love you, Doc," whispered Wynonna saying it out loud for the first time and it didn't escape her that she was still where no one could hear her. But what did matter now. He still wasn't here to hear it and he was the only one that mattered.

Those thoughts ran through her head in the days after seeing that burning car. Wynonna never let herself cry over him. She wasn't so sure he would have wanted her to anyway. Wynonna went on living everyday as if he had never existed, she still had revenants to kill, a family to protect, so until she either died or killed all seventy-seven revenants her grief over Doc had to wait. She had to be strong. Wynonna didn't cry, her thoughts were her grief, and what would crying do? Would it bring Doc back? Would he come walking through the door if she broke down crying? No, because nothing could bring him back. He wasn't a revenant; once he was dead, he was dead, and it was permanent, forever. And then Dolls kissed her. She hadn't been expecting it. She hadn't known how to respond when it happened, she hadn't really; only one part of her truly had. Her heart. It had hurt when he kissed her because his lips weren't right. They weren't Doc's. It wasn't fierce or passionate, it didn't burn her like his kiss had. It was all wrong and all because it was the wrong man kissing her.

"No!" Wynonna's heart, body, her mind had been screaming at her when she turned after to see Doc, alive, and he had just seen her kissing Dolls; as happy as she was to see him, Wynonna hadn't wanted it to be this way.

Wynonna had felt her heart pounding. Both from the sight of him and what she knew was happening. What was he thinking? She wanted to reach out to him, explain to him, but there never seemed to be time for that. Something always came first.

"The first one to bring me Wynonna Earp, dead or alive, gets the antidote," Bobo's words had set the whole town on her meaning there wasn't time for her to say anything to Doc, not the way she wanted to; she had to be strong as always, an Earp. Wynonna had to fight her sister, the one she had wanted back for so long, she had to protect and serve, as seemed to be her curse; she could never come first. But despite what he witnessed, Doc was there, right by her side to defeat the evil. Wynonna let the knowledge that he would always be her best friend even during moments like that, he would be by her side to fight the evil, and slowly it sunk down into her heart, her mind the truth she hid before.

That she loved him; she had to tell him. Slowly, the chaos died, Wynonna wanted to tell him every day, but she never seemed to have the time. It never seemed to be right. Then suddenly they were alone, face to face, in silence. Wynonna wanted the words to just burst from her mouth, but silence was all there seemed to be. The homestead was deadly quiet as they stood there, her in the kitchen as he stood an entire room away. It was like he was waiting, wanting some explanation yet not wanting it all at the same time.

"If I'd known you didn't burn up in that car…I never would have kissed him or let him kiss me," said Wynonna not having the heart to look at him as she said it. But then he didn't respond. It made her turn just as she heard his footsteps walking away from her. He was leaving; obviously what she said wasn't good enough. No excuse would ever be good enough and even as she was following him Wynonna knew that. Wynonna didn't think it was either. She should have fought harder. Dolls lips never should have touched hers. Doc had a right to be angry; she never should have let it happen. That moment flashed in her mind, of that car, and as it did the silence just hung there. Until blinking, Wynonna realized he was walking out the door, and she found herself running to stop him suddenly blinded by tears as she did so.

"Doc, wait!" exclaimed Wynonna stopping when he rounded on her.

"For what exactly, Wynonna? For you to tell me how sorry you are and how you just don't feel that way for me. How you don't want to hurt me, but that is just how it is. I've had many a woman say those words and I don't want to hear it again," said Doc his voice just for a second portraying his vulnerability.

"Doc…" Wynonna started again as he turned to walk away from her again. Wynonna for a second watched him, but then she remembered that time when regret had weighed down her heart. Now was the moment she could fix that, so letting herself be vulnerable with tears in her eyes, she ran after him.

"Doc!" exclaimed Wynonna grabbing him by the shoulders using them to whirl him around again. She took his face in her hands and like he did in that first moment, she crashed their lips together.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I missed you. I need you," gasped Wynonna the tears leaving her eyes to run trails down her face their lips barely touching before she crashed them together again though slower this time. When he noticed the tears, he brought his hand to wipe them away.

"I almost lost you. I was sure you were dead…dead…I'm sorry about what happened with Dolls, but It won't…again. I don't want to think that again…that you're dead…I almost missed the chance to tell you," exclaimed Wynonna her tears covering her face in drenches as he continued to wipe them away. Doc had never seen Wynonna cry before and seeing her like this now amazed and scared him at the same time. Her fingers dug into his shirt as she held it in her tight fist using it to keep him with her as well to hold herself up.

"Tell me what, darlin," whispered Doc ridding her of her tears as they continued to cover her face. He just couldn't believe she was standing in front of him, crying. That was something he never thought he'd see.

"That I love you," said Wynonna staring straight at him before burying her head in his chest crying still her arms wrapping around him. Doc stood there doing the same after a moment. He had waited too long to hear her say that.