A/N: Just so that all of you are aware, I am changing a lot of stuff about season three. Some of it is similar, but a whole hell a lot of it is different!

Chapter 4

Morning came and Wynonna was finally allowed to see what her roommate looked like. There was a large contrast between the two girls.

Wynonna had dark hair, beautiful, wavy, complex. She had a tough build. Not tan or pale. The other girl, who seemed a couple years older, had hair that was straight and unwavering. Bright and blonde. Her pale complexion almost blended into her fine, light-colored hair. And with the pale clothes they had to wear, the only color on her body was around her eyes. Underneath her warm hazel eyes were her dark bags that detailed how little sleep the young girl got. Her body was lanky and thin (almost unhealthily so). The girl reminded Wynonna of a ghost. She was definitely curious about the mysterious girl, though she would never admit it.

The two teenagers were led to the dining hall. Before they could sit down and eat, they were given their meds. After their mouths were thoroughly checked, they were escorted to a table with other teens. None of them said anything when they sat down.

They were all given eggs and bacon (and of course Wynonna was really desiring a donut, so the food sucked). The food wasn't appetizing, but they were all forced to eat it. Wynonna supposed it was better than going hungry.

The next stop was group therapy (Wynonna's absolute favorite. Psych!). The room was sterile and cold. It was just about as uninviting as a funeral home.

They all sat down around a circle and none of them looked happy to be there. There was one thing that could get teens to hate something more than themselves: forced communication.

A woman with gray hair and a shrewd face stood up and glanced around the circle of pissed off teens. Her eyes landed on Wynonna and she said, "Can you introduce yourself and tell everyone why you're here?"

Wynonna thought it was stupid to have to explain why she was here. But she knew that she had to participate if she ever wanted to get out of there.

"The name's Wynonna. And I guess I'm here because I'm screwed up. Everyone argues about how to diagnose me. But they all think I have delusions. And I guess people want me locked up for it, the assholes."

The woman didn't even flinch at the curse word (she must have been used to it by now) and thought that was a good enough introduction and turned to the rest of the teens. "Can everyone introduce themselves so that she will learn your names?"

Everyone went around the circle and said their names and their stories.

Finally, the mysterious blonde said, "I'm Quinn. And I'm here because no one wants to believe me and they'd rather call me crazy than admit that there's something wrong with the world we live in."

Wynonna stared at the blonde. She had never heard someone say something as relatable as that. Her intrigue for the girl only increased.

Everyone turned around to find Waverly closing the door with two bags in her hands, looking pissed and confused.

"You're allowed to say 'hell' baby girl," Wynonna told her.

Waverly ignored her and turned to Nicole, looking for an explanation. She put her bags on the counter and put her hands on her hips, like a mom waiting for her kids to explain what trouble they got into.

"Baby, this is Quinn. Wynonna's mysterious friend that she has never talked about who suddenly knows about Revenants."

"'Nonna!" Waverly yelled, turned to her sister. "Why would you tell someone-"

"Waves, calm down. Sit down. Take a deep breath. I'll explain everything." Wynonna waited for her sister to sit down. Once she did, she said, "Now, I know this is pretty unbelievable, but Quinn is your and Haught's daughter from the future-"

"I'm Wynonna's friend," Quinn interrupted, causing everyone to turn to look at her. Waverly's face went from agitated to perplexed. Quinn turned to Wynonna and said, "We have to tell them, Wyn."

"Tell us what?" Waverly asked with anxiety in her words.

Wynonna sighed and took a deep breath. She guessed it was now or never. She brushed her hair behind her ears and cursed herself. She was too sober for this conversation. She looked down, not wanting to see everyone's reactions when she told them.

"Quinn and I met when I was fifteen. We were roommates. In the Institution that I lived in for a while. I don't even remember how long I was there anymore. The time always blended in those places." It was hard for her to ignore Waverly's gasp and sudden reach for her girlfriend. Wynonna lowered her head away from her sister even more and continued, "She lived in Purgatory too. She was the only one that believed me. Because she had demons that taunted her as well."

Quinn added, "Wynonna was the only one that believed me. When I was finally discharged from a place that wasn't where Wynonna and I met, I was fine for a while. But they just came back and I got this gut feeling that Wynonna could help."

Waverly tried to comprehend what they told her. "So you know about the Revenants…"

"Because I told her all about them when I was fifteen. She was my only confidant. She was my only suppor-" She stopped. She couldn't say it out loud knowing that it was hurting Waverly. "You were so young, baby girl. You couldn't have helped."

Tears ran down Waverly's face. She remembered how hard it was for Wynonna for the first time in a while. "Gus told me that she was getting you help. She said that you were out of control. I didn't know. I thought- I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Wynonna promised her and gave her a short, reassuring smile. "But I don't even matter. We have to help Quinn. These demons are- they're bad, okay? And it's the least I- we- can do for what she did for me."

"And how do we… er… know that Quinn's demons are… uh-"

"Real?" Quinn finished, not looking angry or surprised by the question. She was used to them her whole life. She turned around and lifted her hair so that Nicole and Waverly could see the symbol on her neck.

"And when I touched it…" Wynonna whispered. "It burned my hand."

Nicole stared at the symbol and finally recognized it.

"Uh guys," She muttered eerily. Everyone turned to look at her. "That's the symbol for the Cult of Bulshar."

As Waverly looked confused by the fact that Nicole had some knowledge she didn't know about (and possibly hid from her), Wynonna tensed up and blurted out, "Cult of what now?"

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