Author's Note
I wanted to publish this chapter before episode 10 was aired, but life happened. I work full time and study part time. I have 2 massive reports to hand in at work and an assignment I need to submit for my studies this week. I have not yet watched episode 10 and this is still all me. I apologise if this chapter seems rushed.
This is the last chapter for this story. It was only meant as a fan theory/fiction for episode 10. If you enjoyed my writing and fan theory and want me to maybe try again with episode 11 or continue with this story, please let me know. I appreciate your feedback, otherwise, there is no sense in me continuing with this while I have work and assignments breathing down my neck.
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Chapter 3
The room was dimly lit by a temporary construction light. It made Nicole think of an interrogation room. She wondered what all the strange carvings on the floor meant. Her thoughts strolled through each nook and cranny of the eerie basement. She lost all reference to time in her cell. She couldn't even guess how many days or hours she sat in that chair. It stood in a puddle of blood and looked like a prop from a Horror movie. Nicole shook her head trying to get rid of the fog around her brain. She needed to get out. Maybe I can use the chair as a walking frame, she thought to herself. Nicole started to cry just thinking of getting up and walking all the way back to the chair. She then realised that she won't be able to get up. Her legs were awkwardly folded underneath her body, a result of her earlier collapse, 2 feet from the door. She got on all fours and crawled over to the chair. When she finally made it to the chair she was out of breath and her hair was plastered against her face. It felt like she was crawling through a desert or over hot coals.
Waverley looked at the photo, but it was as if she didn't register what she was looking at, or that was, how it seemed, to Wynonna. Waverly did not collapse onto the floor, she didn't scream or cry, she didn't even make a sound. Yes, Waverley realised that it was Nicole, her Nicole, but she didn't recognise her baby's eyes. She stared at the broken body of her girlfriend but didn't recognise any of the features she loved. She ran the tip of her finger along Nicole's face, down to the stab wound at her side and stopped at the capital W burnt marks. Rage was building up inside of her, like champagne bubbles, it slowly crept up from the dark imperfections of her soul. She was willing to sell her soul and sacrifice her body. She would kill for Nicole. She would die for Nicole.
She turned the frame in her hands. On the back stood;
BRING THE THIRD SEAL OR I'LL START SENDING YOUR GIRLFRIEND BACK TO YOU IN BITE SIZES
Doc walked up to Waverley, he looked down to see what was going on. He took the frame from her, and read the message out loud. Doc looked at Wynonna; she wore his ring on a chain around her neck. The silence in the room started to become uncomfortable, they had to start doing something, anything, who knew what the Widow's timeline was. Doll's walked into his office and started emptying the gun safe into a black duffel bag. Jeremy went to his lab and got the freeze breath guards he was busy fine tuning. Doc gently placed the frame back into Waverley's hands. He had to find more hands to join the fight. They left the talking to Wynonna. Waverly still stood frozen in the middle of the room, she completely zoned out, and she was reliving every kiss and every touch from Nicole. She had to use these memories to power through. She tried to keep the rage in but thinking of losing Nicole forever shook her to her core. She took the frame and threw it against the nearest wall, shattering it into pieces that scattered across the floor. Wynonna walked over to Waverly. She took off the chain around her neck and gave it to Waverly.
"Here's the seal baby girl"
It was clear from the photo that Nicole was being held in the Old Catholic school chapel under the creepy crawly condos. They needed to move fast. Wynonna grabbed Wave's hand and dragged her behind her. "We go no!" she yelled over her shoulder.
Nicole grabbed onto the chair, took a deep breath and pulled herself up. She had to take a few seconds to shake off the dizziness before she could try to walk. She pushed the chair, using it as a walker, and slowly started to put one foot in front of the other. The pain was unbearable, but she wanted to kiss Waverly again, she wanted to hold her again, she wanted to tell her how much she loved her. When she made it to the door she left the chair and used the wall to stay on her feet. The hallway was dark but she could see light ahead where the passage turned left.
Nicole had to move, if the widow found her now, there would be no escape and she could not survive another torture session. Nicole knew her body was shutting down. She knew she had a dangerously high fever, and lost allot of blood. If she could keep her mind going, keep looking for ways to get out, keep solving problems, she knew she would make it, even if it was only enough to say goodbye.
When the team arrived on the site, the fire department, aka the order, gave the signal confirming that all the exits were covered. The plan was that the team would infiltrate the building from 2 opposite sides and make their way to the basement. Doc and Dolls would start from the back entrance and the Earp sisters would move in from the front that left Jeremy to run comms and surveillance from the SUV. According to Sheriff Nedley, nobody entered or exited the building since they began staking out the area. Dolls gave the sign, and off they went.
"Waverley it is going to be fine. Nicole is a tough cookie" Wynonna couldn't decide if she said it to comfort Waverley or if she said it to calm herself. If it turned out not be fine, like she promised a second ago, Waverly would die of a broken heart.
Waverly didn't say anything she just pumped her shotgun in reply.
The passage opened into a large boiler room. It was filled with building equipment. Nicole's eyes fell on a cordless nail gun. "Bingo" She found a roll of duct tape and wrapped her wounds to stop the bleeding. Nicole felt hope return to her heart, she could do this.
The door at the top of the stairs swung open, she could see a black gloved hand on the door handle.
"You are going to ruin everything. Look at you. You've got blood all over your clothes. Why couldn't you just forget about Tucker? I need your help to break the last seal. I had to get everything ready on my own."
Waverley didn't waste any time. She knew the way to the chapel and a brisk walk turned into a full out sprint.
Nicole quickly hid behind a tarp that was draped over scaffolding. She steadied her breathing and made sure that the nail gun was loaded and ready to fire.
"Wave stop...slow down" I can't keep up. "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck" echoed off the walls as Wynonna tried to catch up with her baby sis, peace maker waving like a flag in the air.
"Shut up" Widow Beth clamped her hand over her sister wife's mouth. "Do you hear that?"
"They're here" Widow Mercedes whispered.
"Move! Go!Go! I'll meet you in the chapel" and she pulled out a pistol. "Where did you get that?" "Off Tucker," she said with a big smile.
Waverley saw a black figure slip through the door. She planted her feet, pressed the shotgun against her shoulder and fired. A big hole was left in the door. Wynonna finally caught up with her. "We got them trapped down there" "Fuck Wynonna! They have Nicole with them, or did you forget?"
Doc and Dolls ran as fast as they could in the direction of the gun shot, hoping that their girls were unharmed.
The Buck shot almost missed its target, Widow Beth's shoulder and upper arm turned into mince meat. She gave a blood-curdling cry as she tumbled down the stairs.
Widow Mercedes heard the cry but didn't stop. Nicole was her only ticket out of here. They had to stay in control of the situation.
Nicole realised that she had to disarm the widow before her rescuers came through the door. She could barely move, but she had to do something because the Widow was already on her feet and pointing her gun at the top of the stairs. Nicole struggled to stay awake, the blood loss taking its toll. She tried to pull the tarp out of the way to get a better look, but miscalculated the distance to the tarp and lost her balance. She fell forward, bringing the tarp with her. Nicole kept her finger on the nail gun trigger and knew that when she hit the ground she had to start pumping out nails into the nearest Witch.
A shit load of stuff happened all at ones. Waverley kicked down the door. Nicole hit the ground and emptied the nail gun into Widow Beth's ankles. Widow Mercedes came sprinting around the corner as Beth aimed her gun at Nicole. Waverley shot widow Beth before she could shoot Nicole and Wynonna shot Widow Mercedes before she could get to Tucker's pistol. All this happened while 5 crazy women screamed like banshees.
And within seconds everything was over and silence returned to the boiler room.
Waverly knelt beside Nicole's body. She finally surrendered to her emotions and started crying. She cradled Nicole's head in her lap and kept chanting "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry" as her tears washed over her lover's face.
"It's okay baby" Nicole whispered as she slipped out of consciousness.
