Last chapter we got sisterly bonding and dialog (I actually don't think Waverly and Wynonna talked nearly enough in the first season. Waverly's insecurities over Willa's return were never really addressed, instead just glossed over by Willa turning evil). This time finally a gentle return to some classic Wynonna Earp action*, a little plot development...

And oh good lord sin.

*A more full return to that soon.

A Sentinel Darkly.

Waverly was back in the police station. Willa was holding a gun to the love of her life. Officer Haught was staring down the barrel of a gun just after finding her happiness. The picture perfect Hollywood ending; at least for people like her.

"Give me Peacemaker or I punch a bunch of holes in Waverly's girlfriend." Willa coldly demanded.

"Girlfriend?" Wynonna was clearly shocked (though how, Waverly had no idea).

"Um, kind of." It was a betrayal, if a small one. Even given no alternative or way to hide her relationship, she still denied it.

"Kind of?" Haught was clearly hurt. She noticed the reluctance to ever admit they could be together to her sister. Obviously coming out to Wynonna was her own business, but that Waverly would downplay or deny it when confronted was painful to watch.

"Obviously Ward couldn't just abuse his family, he also adopted a freak. You can't let her hold you down forever Wynonna. Let me shoot the ginger butch lover and we can leave town, the real Earp sisters." Willa made her a new offer.

Wynonna looked torn.

"I'm sorry Waverly, but something's wrong with you. My sister wasn't gay, or possessed, or whatever is going on with you."

"Possessed? What are you talking about?" Waverly was confused. This wasn't making any sense now.

"Willa was always the better sister."

The eldest Earp took that as her cue and fired at Haught.

"No!"

Waverly fell out of bed screaming.

Wynonna rushed into the room waving Peacemaker.

"Touch my fucking sister and I send you back to hell balls first assholes!" She screamed.

Waverly untangled herself from the blankets to see Wynonna looking around the room for the threat.

"Ugh." She groaned. "Just had a nightmare. No revenants." She mumbled.

"Some nightmare. You were screaming like a bat out of hell." Wynonna cocked her head. "Are you alright? Is this about everything that's happened and, you know, Willa?"

She was reluctant to say it. Knowing it was a sore spot for herself still, and believing it to be for her sister as well.

"Well..." Waverly hesitantly started to explain her recent troubles.

"Don't! I can't tell her I've been having weird thoughts telling me to murder her! She'll think I'm possessed just like in the dream, only here she'll shoot me instead of Nicole. If I can just talk her down, snatch the gun maybe over breakfast, and shoot her, the problem will be solved."

"No! What the hell Waverly, this is well past crazy. I'm probably right though that now is not the time to talk this out with Wynonna."

"…and now I'm talking about myself like another person."

"Yeah, I think I'm just a little freaked out. Don't worry, I'll be fine." Waverly reassured her.

Wynonna looked skeptical.

"If you say so. Maybe you could." She awkwardly coughed. "Have Nicole sleep over." She blurted out.

"What?" Waverly was thoroughly confused.

"Have Nicole sleep over." Wynonna tried again more clearly, still obviously uncomfortable talking about her sister's love life a little too directly. " Just until you're feeling better. You're clearly freaked out. I know that… sharing a bed can solve nightmares. Christ, it's the only way I slept for a good ten years. You're an adult, we let Doc onto our home when I was doing him. Just invite her over."

"Wow. Okay, thanks Wynonna. Will do." Waverly was amazed at how thoughtful and concerned Wynonna seemed.

Then again, she had revealed just how vulnerable she herself had felt just the day before. Losing a sister wasn't easy, and Wynonna had known Willa longer and better than Waverly had.

"It'll be sad having to kill her. Wait a minute. Nicole! I can tell Nicole about this problem."

"How about I go talk to her?" Waverly suggested.

"Perfect." The older sister smiled. "Me and Doc were going to scout out some of the revenants today. Dolls is still the top priority, but dealing with the remaining sixty or so odd revenants left has pretty much ground to a halt since that day. I have a curse to break."

"Great idea. That should give you something to do until we hear back from the bruja."

Waverly Earp made her way to the police station to meet her girlfriend.

The thought of doing that alone was somehow deeply meaningful to her. That she could meet her girlfriend. It was liberating, like she could finally be who she always was meant to be.

The moment she walked in she spotted Nicole behind a desk. Her fiery red hair was always the first sight she noticed in any room she was in.

Waverly really had intended to smoothly introduce the topic of her troubles, but seeing Nicole always seemed to bring her mind to other places.

She quietly slipped behind her girlfriend, not a hard task in this police station. Despite the town's remarkable crime rate, there was nearly never more than one or two officers in the building.

"Hey." She whispered right after Nicole's head shot up in surprise after feeling a delicate kiss on her neck.

"Hey." The redhead grinned and turned her head to kiss her back.

"Stay very quiet." Waverly whispered.

"What are you doing Waverly? Remember, we're in the police station, and I'm on duty." Nicole asked in a hushed voice.

Waverly snorted. "Yeah, right. Like that has ever stopped us before. Slide that chair back a little."

Officer Haught was nervous, but let her desire get the better of her. She slid the chair back, not entirely sure what the Earp was planning. Waverly slipped under the desk. Reaching her hand out, she pulled down a shocked Nicole's trousers.

"Yeah, usually in an office. With curtains." She hissed. "This is not exactly discreet."

"When did I ever say I wanted to be discreet?" Waverly grinned. "If you just play it cool though, nobody can see a thing."

The Earp girl pulled the chair forward again, leaving it so that from the front nothing looked at all unusual about how Nicole was sitting. She tried to calm her nervous flush and grabbed some paperwork to look at.

Waverly slid between her legs. Her girlfriend's center was lightly covered with red hair, she loved how distinctly Nicole it was, just like the hair on her head. Taking a deep breath, she savored the scent, already in so short a time she would know it anywhere, and it was at the same time calming and deeply exciting to her. Finally, she took a taste. Starting slowly, Waverly licked around the rim of her lips, savoring the taste of her lover. She greatly enjoyed Nicole's nervous twitching and made certain to move as slowly as possible.

"This is—ah!—not a good idea. Somebody is going to come in soon." Officer Haught cautioned, glancing around nervously.

"That's why it's me under the desk instead of you on it." Waverly smirked.

Nicole continued to nervously shift objects on her desk—far too distracted to do any actual work—while Waverly languidly enjoyed her treat. She made certain to explore every millimeter with her tongue; acquainting herself with every nook of her lover while savoring her taste.

She mischievously smiled when the sound of the door opening caused Nicole to jolt in her seat. Footsteps could be heard approaching the desk.

"Uh, ah. Hello, Mrs. Drummond." Officer Haught managed to pull her breathy voice under control admirably. She tried to push the Waverly's head away under the desk, but her hand was brushed aside, leaving her no choice but to continue acting casual.

"Hooligans vandalized my bicycle again! I tell you this town has become intolerable-"

Waverly phased out the woman's complaints to focus on the task at hand. She gradually intensified her efforts, spreading her with her fingers and licking deeper. Nicole became even more tense, and the Earp could only imagine how flushed she must look.

"Hum!" Officer Haught coughed. "I'll file a—ah—report. You should-"

Waverly knew the cough was a signal for her to hold off while Nicole talked. On the other hand, if she was planning on playing nice, she wouldn't be under a desk between her on-duty cop girlfriend's legs in the middle of a police station.

She finally moved in for the finish, lashing her tongue across Nicole's clit at the same time as she slipped a finger into her more than ready opening.

Haught nearly fell out of the seat.

"Sorry! I'm- It's, just… shift work. Really tired here. Guess I should have had more coffee. Anyway, I can-"

Waverly heard her nearly moan, just barely holding it in. She was clearly trying to gracefully end the encounter. Either way, the younger girl didn't let up. She was curious just how good her lover would be at holding up to her best. She slipped a second finger in to join the first.

Despite her best efforts, Nicole was just as tough as she seemed. She finished taking the woman's report, and calmly sent her away to photograph the damage (or some such thing, Waverly was hardly keeping track). Only a few faint gasps hinting to what was happening.

"Ahh!"

The moment she heard the sound of the door shut, Nicole let out a drawn out moan, and Waverly felt her clenching around her fingers.

The Earp girl slipped out from under the desk. She wiped off the ample essence of Nicole from her chin and made a little show of licking it off while the redhead recovered.

"If I had known" She continued to pant slightly. "that you were so dangerous, I should have stayed out of Purgatory."

"But you wouldn't have." Waverly confidently cocked her chin.

"Hell no. You're the best thing that's ever going to happen to me." The cop mopped her brow. "Here, let me show you."

Nicole pulled the smaller woman into a tight embrace, she hoisted her up letting Waverly lock her legs around the redhead's hips to hold herself up while their lips connected. Nicole walked them into the station's office and quickly knocked the door shut. Without even pulling out of their kiss, she swept papers to the side of the desk and gently laid the Earp girl on her back.

Without a word, she hitched up Waverly's skirt, pulled her panties aside, and slid a finger into her; feeling her wetness and knowing she was more than ready.

Waverly moaned at the feeling of her lover inside her again.

"She is a worthy mate. At the same time so beautiful, powerful, and loyal. Few souls could ever hope to be worthy of such a partner."

Waverly was so absorbed in Nicole as to barely notice her thoughts, and certainly didn't let them distract her.

Haught began a rapid pace of fingering her, increasing to two, then three digits in Waverly's tight passage. She could sense her lover wanted it rough and passionate, exactly like last time. After working her up that way for a little while, Nicole pushed down with her thumb applying pressure to her clit, rapidly bringing Waverly to a climax with a loud cry.

The two spent a few minutes winding down. Nicole sat on the office' couch. Waverly just caught her breath, still lying on the desk.

"We really need to find a better place to do this. Using Nedley's office is begging for the kind of embarrassing scene I really don't need in my life." Nicole, still slightly out of breath, observed.

Waverly thought about it for a moment. "Okay, so I will admit being caught by Nedley might just be the last thing I would want to happen while having sex."

Suddenly she remembered what she came here for.

"Oh! I need to talk to you about something. In private. It's important." She quickly, albeit awkwardly, explained.

Nicole looked intrigued, and chuckled. "I think we're already in private Waverly. Or at least I sure hope we are."

The Earp girl looked around nervously.

"Sure, but like you said, maybe we should start looking for somewhere else private."

"Alright. Alright. Let's go out to my car for now. I can't exactly ditch work as a cop." She smiled.

The duo walked out to Nicole's car. Waverly continued to scan the area, paranoid of anyone spying on them. Nicole was curious what news could be setting her so much on edge.

"So," Waverly started after they both sat down. "I've been having a bit of a… problem."

Nicole raised a brow. "Should I be concerned? Wait, are you in danger?"

Waverly did love how protective, yet not overbearing Nicole was.

"No. Well, sort of? I should start at the beginning." She took a deep breath before launching into her explanation.

"After Wynonna stopped whatever it was trying to break into the triangle from succeeding, I showed up and started looking around. The thing is, I don't remember what I found. I do know I had a weird vision of shooting my sister though. When I came too, nothing was there. Ever since then, I've been having weird thoughts. Like, totally out of the blue I'll start thinking about how the situation at hand can be used to kill Wynonna. As in, 'Hey, I just woke up and it looks like a great day to kill Wynonna!'. Or, 'What a cute mug. I could totally kill Wynonna with that.'. Or of course the old, 'Aw! That's such an adorable puppy. I wonder if it would help me kill Wynonna.'. And today I had another nightmare, only this one seemed to let slip that I'm possessed. I mean, literally I think the nightmare actually accidentally told me I'm possessed. I don't know, but it was definitely trying to make me paranoid about my sister."

Nicole went through various stages of shock and curiosity through the course of Waverly's story.

"So you think something brought in by Willa's breach of the triangle is trying to use you to kill Wynonna. Why? Could it be so you become the heir and can walk the revenants out?" She pondered.

"I doubt it. It actually seems to want me to finish the job and kill the revenants. I guess it could possibly try to trick me once I'm the heir though." Waverly reasoned.

"Can it control you in any way? Is there any risk of it harming you or your sister?" Officer Haught's police instincts kicked in. She tried to determine the potential threat this thing held.

"Not that I've seen. It must have some plan, unless it's just to see if I ignore it long enough that I off Wynonna one day. Really, it actually feels like my own thoughts. Not as if someone outside is talking into my head. So it's hard to tell what it can do."

"Please don't freak out or take this the wrong way, but are you absolutely certain this is a supernatural problem?" Nicole was obviously trying to tread carefully. "You're sister died, and trauma can manifest in weird ways. I have seen enough that I absolutely believe you if you think this is a possession though."

"I've thought about it. A lot." The Earp admitted. "The thing is, it just doesn't add up. I don't feel weird, I sure as hell don't blame Wynonna, and I haven't noticed any symptoms of depression. I know I'm not in any shape to self diagnose the voices in my head, but even if it is talking like me, something is messing with me."

"You could just tell her that you think killing Wynonna would be the easiest way to solve the problem. She would be shocked, but she would understand."

Waverly sighed. "Like right now. I'm actually analyzing how this conversation could be turned to asking you to help kill my sister. It weirdly seems to like you. I'm frequently asking myself to bring you along. Seems you can charm to anything around me."

Nicole at first seemed puzzled, then her eyes shot wide open and she recoiled slightly in horror.

"And this happened day before yesterday?" Nicole tensely asked.

"Yeah?" Waverly noticed her tension and felt confused. Sure this was bizarre, but hardly worse than anything she had said already.

"Shit Waverly! I- You-" She stumbled over her words. "I was making love to a demon! You didn't think it was important to tell me you were sharing me with a possessing spirit?!" The redhead was obviously upset and disturbed.

"You were making love to me, Nicole." Waverly spoke with determination. "This thing in my head doesn't control me, and it certainly doesn't affect any of my feelings for you."

Nicole shook her head. "Waverly, I've been kept in the dark about a hell of a lot of things recently, and some of that hurt. I can deal with most of that though. But some things are not the sort of stuff you can hand wave as 'need to know'. You knew you were possessed, whatever is in you could have seen, or even felt, what was happening. That wasn't very different from filming it without my permission."

"I'm sorry. I didn't really understand what was happening. Yesterday I was still far from sure what it was, and possession didn't top my list. Today, I literally came here just to tell you. I just became a little… distracted." Waverly tried to explain.

Nicole just wearily sighed.

"Are you-?" Waverly let the question hang in the air.

"No." Haught shook her head. "I meant what I said. You're still the best thing to happen to me. This just… makes things complicated. You're going to need to get this possession problem solved, and be a lot quicker to share. And absolutely no more sex until then."

Waverly suddenly looked very disappointed. She didn't protest though, not with Nicole's face still soured by betrayal. Instead, she just felt guilty.

"Maybe the bruja can help. She should be able to answer whether you are possessed at least." The officer suggested.

"That's a great idea!" Waverly enthused. "I can-"

She was cut off before she could finish by the sound of glass loudly crashing at the police station, just out of view of where they were parked.

Both women rushed out of the car to the front of the building. The first thing they saw was the glass door completely shattered and the frame bent out of shape. The next thing they saw was Wynonna Earp sprawled across the floor of the station.

"Doc and I found some revenants. The mean burly biker types I hadn't really bothered with yet." She offered, after groaning and brushing some of the glass off.

Waverly suddenly saw Nicole pulled away by someone who had come up behind them.

"Oh hey, that's them." She helpfully observed while struggling to stand up again.

Turning around, the younger Earp girl saw three revenants, at least presumably all three were revenants. A very large, burly goateed man in a leather jacket—the one currently grabbing Nicole from behind-and two somewhat smaller, but similarly attired men standing behind him. One of the others had a shotgun on his back.

"Well if it is not Waverly Earp, and the carpet munching cop she's knocking butch boots with. Killing you is going to screw the heir up real nice." Nicole's captor boasted.

Before he could make good on his promise though, he found his legs kicked out from under him and his arm grabbed and twisted to the point of breaking on the way down.

"Really? You think a fully trained modern cop can't handle a drunken reject from 1880? I honestly don't know how you wasted 130 years so badly even out here." Nicole taunted while keeping him pinned by his arm.

The one with a shotgun made a lunge for Waverly. She tried to dodge, but like most revenants he didn't lack for basic physical speed, just the brains to do anything with it.

"Oh girlie. Back in my day, we'd teach you the value of a real hard dick and you'd never look back." He threatened as he forcefully grabbed her and pressed the shotgun to her back.

The loud crack of a shot rang out. Waverly twisted to look as his grip loosened and just barely saw him tumbling to the ground, grasping his shoulder before a second bullet hit him—this time clearly from Wynonna—and the familiar flaming gate to Hell opened beneath his feet.

Waverly grabbed his fallen shotgun and before the third could even react shot him clean through the right shoulder, flinging his crumpled body into the side of the building.

"Yeah, I've already tried it. Lord knows that was the only thing in life Champ didn't lack for." Waverly dryly commented.

"Well I do declare. Excellent teamwork ladies." Waverly saw Doc casually holstering his gun while approaching them. Clearly, he was the source of the first shot.

"Yeah. Thanks for that." Wynonna walked out of the, newly doorless, station; still clearly unsteady on her feet.

"No problem. Just doing my job." Nicole shrugged. "Could you try to keep it out of town in the future though? Doesn't really give us a good image this way."

"Oh, sorry about that. Totally my fault that inebriated demon bikers couldn't choose to drag me and toss me like the morning paper in a more private place." Wynonna snarked.

"Wait, they dragged you with their bikes? How are you so unhurt?" Waverly asked incredulously,

"Dude, I ran with like, three biker gangs. And stole from two of them. You gotta figure stuff like that out ahead of time if you want to live. It's actually all in how you prop yourself with your shoes. Boots are definitely a lifesaver." Wynonna explained to the other women's shocked faces.

"I would have said she was lying too, but I just had the interesting experience of watching for myself and can tell you she is speaking the truth. Not that I didn't get a dragging myself once, but that was from a much slower steed." Doc vouched for her.

"This is all interesting, but would you mind cleaning these up before more passersby get an eyeful of me pinning a guy by his dying buddy?" Nicole suggested. "It's really not good for my job."

Wynonna gave her the usual eye roll. "Yeah, whatever. Let's take them out back."

She proceeded to drag the shotgunned one.

"Cops." She mumbled before remembering who she was mumbling about. "Sorry, force of habit."

After the cleanup, and a little drinking, Wynonna and Doc returned to the homestead. Ostensibly to "patch up her wounds". Waverly was sure that was going to be an interesting application of medicine. She herself split of to visit Victoria again. It wasn't hard, unsurprisingly, her sister was more than happy for the privacy.

When she found herself standing outside the house again, she was almost afraid to knock for fear of what she might find if the bruja did agree to help.

Screwing up all her courage, the Earp knocked.

"Yes? Oh, it is you. Do not fear, I am making progress. You must be patient to follow these trails." The witch seemed little surprised at the visit.

"No, it's not about the Dolls case. I'm… I'm actually here for myself." She explained.

"Yourself? Or the one you are hosting?" The witch wryly smiled.

"You knew?! And that means I am possessed. Why couldn't you have just told me?" Waverly demanded.

"Of course I knew. And it was none of my business. Many possessions are benign. Some are even wiling. I make a point never to pry into a spirit unless the client asks. Yours did alarm me a little, it appears strange and powerful. Not like a human, but not worth breaking a professional policy to pry into." Victoria explained.

"Well it's not benign or willing. It is trying to use me to kill my sister though. Can you get rid of it?" She asked.

"That sounds like a goal of vengeance. I can most likely rid you of the spirit. Let me address it, and then I will see how to cure you." The bruja offered.

"Thank you." Waverly was relieved to see an end to this strange nightmare in sight.

Victoria led her into a small room, presumably intended as a study. However, it was instead stocked with an eclectic mix of materials and tools suggestive of magic. The ground was patterned with what Waverly recognized from her own extensive research as protective sigils.

"Please sit down." She instructed Waverly, who promptly listened. Seeing no chair, she sat on the floor.

The bruja then began her ritual. There were numerous steps, most of which Waverly paid only minimal attention to (it felt almost like spying), and some of which required her to close her eyes anyway. Of note included mixing specific herbs in a small metal bowl, lighting them on fire, and dusting Waverly with the ashes.

"Wait, is it over? Where am I?"

Waverly could not remember the ritual actually ending. Nor, for that matter, could she remember talking about the results afterwards. It was like she fell asleep was just waking up now.

Apparently back at the homestead, in the living room specifically; judging by the usual mess she was looking over. Everything was familiar, but her being there didn't add up.

"Oh, hey Wave's." Wynonna casually walked into the room.

"Thank goodness! Did you drop me off here? What new ridiculous magical nonsense happened to mean I missed my own exorcism!" She rather indignantly exclaimed, honestly offended to have missed what promised to be an interesting discovery at the very least.

"Wow, calm down Wave's." Wynonna smiled and held her hands out in a stopping motion. "One question at a time. And why are you holding a gun anyway?" She pointed curiously at Waverly's hand.

The younger Earp looked down to find that, strangely, she was holding a pistol. Before she even had a moment to think about it, her hand followed what felt like a natural course and shot Wynonna in the head.

"Ah!"

Waverly snapped out of it with a scream to find herself back in Victoria's room. The bruja looked frightened.

"What was that?! And why do you look just as freaked out as me? Because that seems like it's probably a bad sign." The Earp frantically questioned.

"The creature possessing you is no ordinary spirit, nor a spirit at all for that matter." Victoria cautiously began explaining. I believe it to be a creature of Hell. A sort of keeper of the gate often called The Sentinel."

"Wait a minute, I'm being possessed by Saint Peter's downstairs counterpart?" Waverly was not one to feel lost, but this was a little overwhelming to take in.

"Not the most accurate assessment I'm afraid. Saint Peter is traditionally described as caring mostly about the outside coming in, letting the good in, and presumably by extension sending the bad away. This creature cares about what is inside going out. She ensures that no corrupt souls escape hell, and tirelessly hunt those who do." She finished her explanation.

"That explains the barrier, and what Wynonna saw. This Sentinel was kept out to ensure the curse wouldn't just be broken without the Earps ever having to worry about it." Waverly reasoned.

"At least in part, yes." Victoria nodded. "The creature you saw was a familiar of The Sentinel. I'm afraid that even I cannot answer all of the questions I'm sure you have, but I do believe that once you touched the blood trapped inside the barrier it attempted to transfer the familiar bond to you. You are her instrument inside the Ghost River Triangle, but for the barrier preventing her from truly controlling you."

"Ooohh shit." She began to panic, suddenly pacing around the small room. "I'm possessed by a crazy powerful demon. It wants to kill my sister. And now I can't even leave town if I want to. Which, let's be honest, I probably am at some point. Can't you just send it back home somehow? There's got to be some ancient ritual somewhere."

"I could not even talk to it. Calling it into the forefront would be too likely to give it control over you. The only possible way I know to exorcise it would be to encounter her personally and either convince or force her to depart you." The bruja explained.

"So basically, I'm doomed." Waverly huffed.

"Not entirely. Here." She handed her what appeared to be small, balled bundles of dried plants. "Consuming these will temporarily suppress its possession of you. Only use them when you must, but they can grant you privacy from its prying eyes, or freedom should it begin to gain some level of control over you."

"Well, thank you. I guess I have to make the best of it." She offered a resigned thanks.

"Oh, and you should bring your wife and beautiful sister tomorrow.. I'm confident I have found your friend." Victoria offered.

Waverly suddenly choked. "Uh, we're not married. Technically, we haven't even gone on a date yet. That didn't end in poison mobs at least."

"My apologies. She was wearing a ring, and you clearly were together. Right-hand wedding rings are not conventional among Americans, but neither are Earps." She apologized.

"No problem. I'll bring them." Waverly shrugged it off and Victoria walked her to the door.

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