The Homestead

Wynonna took a deep breath and fell back onto her bed. What a day, she thought, looking up at the ceiling. She had learned so much about her life, this "new" version of her life. After brunch at Ward's, Willa had dragged her into the beauty supply shop to check on business. Then they went over the wedding details thoroughly so that Wynonna was all caught up. She and Willa had been making notes in a giant bride binder to help them keep everything straight. It was pink, frilly, and disgusting-looking to Wynonna, but it made Willa pretty happy to see all the work that they had done. Willa left her alone with the binder in the afternoon, hoping it would trigger some of her memories. Wynonna had sat there, seeing her handwriting and all of the little notes, but not remembering any of it. Finally, she needed a break from it all so she headed back to the homestead, using her head injury as an excuse to get some time away from Willa to just absorb it all.

She laid there on her bed trying to process everything. Was this going to be her life from now on? If so, why was she so worried about marrying David? She made a mental checklist of all the things she needed to go through the next day to figure out what had happened a few weeks ago that made her panic. Sighing, she pulled out her phone, unlocked it thanks to Willa knowing her passcode, and scrolled through her messages. She had a voicemail from David that she had received while she was at Willa's shop. She held the phone up to her ear as she played the message.

'Hey Hun. Willa told me you hit your head this morning and were having some memory issues. I hope you're feeling better now. I just wanted to remind you that I've got that big meeting Tuesday so I'm heading to the city right now. Jack and I are going to get the team together tomorrow and Monday so that we're all set for the presentation. I also figured you'd like some time alone with your sister to plan the wedding. Look, I know things have been a little bumpy lately, but all the plans will fall in place soon, okay? I'll check in with you later tonight. Love you."

Wynonna sighed again as the voicemail ended. David seemed like a great man, dedicated to his work, but also attentive to her. What could be the issue? She decided to quit worrying about it tonight and instead focus on something else. Willa was married to a Bobo look alike. What the hell. Was it really Bobo? Or a descendant of his? Luckily, she hadn't crossed paths with Steven because he was on a hunting trip with "the guys" according to Willa. He was supposed to be back at the homestead in a couple of days. And what about this Tim Holliday? How did Tim play into this whole scenario and what did it have to do with her appointment three weeks ago.

Her thoughts then drifted to her baby sister and the life she was living now too. In their cursed version of reality, Waverly had been with her almost every moment of the day that she wasn't with Nicole. She had been the one who had lovingly been rubbing her swollen feet every night and reading snippets to her from "What to Expect When You're Expecting" because that was what Waverly did: research. She had been preparing for the baby just as much as Wynonna had, and she had been sacrificing a lot for it too. And now in this life, this alternative version, Waverly was still making sacrifices and giving to everyone else. How the hell can she still be with Champ, Wynonna said out loud to the empty bedroom. Wynonna smiled remembering the way Waverly had lit up when she saw Nicole in the bar until Nicole's girlfriend had shown up. How did they end up like this and not together? That was another item to add to the list for investigation tomorrow. In the meantime, she wanted Waverly to know that she was here for her. She picked her phone back up and sent her a text.

Wynonna: You okay, baby girl?

Did she call her baby girl in this version of reality too? Aw well, not worth second guessing that. The dots appeared on screen showing Waverly was typing a reply.

Waverly: Peachy keen.

Typical Waverly with the cutesy humor.

Wynonna: Sorry about Willa.

Waverly: You really should stop apologizing for her one of these days. Is your head any better?

Wynonna: Hurts like a bitch. Still certifiable. Can we talk more tomorrow? Including why the hell you're still with Champ the Chump.

Waverly: YES! Come by after church.

Wynonna smiled at Waverly's enthusiasm to help her, but then her stomach dropped. Church?! Did she go to church now? Was that their Sunday ritual? A beep on her phone indicated another text message.

Waverly: Kidding about the church thing ;).

Wynonna smiled.

Wynonna: You're dead to me. I expect donuts tomorrow.

Waverly: Deal.

She put her phone down on her stomach and covered her eyes with her arm. What the hell was she going to discover tomorrow?

The Diner

Wynonna had found Waverly at Shorty's and invited her out to lunch at the diner. They ordered some food and thanked the waitress for the coffee as she moved off to take someone else's order.

"I have something for you," Waverly said.

"It better be fried and covered in powdered sugar," Wynonna said, tapping her fingers together in anticipation.

"Well, duh," Waverly said, handing the small box of donuts to Wynonna.

"Yes!" Wynonna exclaimed, carefully selecting one and taking a big bite, not caring if she was supposed to have outside food in the diner or not.

"Also, I made this," Waverly said. She handed Wynonna a stack of papers that were all folded together. Wynonna wiped off her fingers before unfolding the papers to see a giant chart about her with little notes about her life. "It's kind of a cheat sheet or flow chart to help you keep everything straight. And you can add notes as you go."

"Waves, you adorable little psycho," Wynonna said, chuckling to herself. "Thanks." Waverly smiled at her. Wynonna folded the chart back up and moved it off to the side before scarfing down the rest of her donut.

"You said something about revenants yesterday," Waverly said, tentatively.

"What about them?" Wynonna said, stiffening.

"Well, I did some research last night and there are all these reports of demons with some being called revenants from all over the world, but nothing reported near Purgatory. Why would you think that they'd be here?"

"Waves, you're not going to believe me even if I told you."

"Try me." Wynonna took a deep breath and then told Waverly all about their other life, their "real" life including what happened with the sorceress. She told her all about Doc, Dolls, Nicole, BBD, Jeremy, Rosita, and the fact that Uncle Curtis, Willa, Shorty, and their father were all dead in that life. Their food had come part way through so she had paused briefly, but continued once the waitress had moved out of earshot again.

"Wait a minute, so you're some kind of heir and I'm dating Nicole?" Waverly asked in a skeptical tone.

"I told you that you wouldn't believe me."

"No, it's not…entirely…far-fetched, I guess." Wynonna's eyebrow arched as Waverly smiled to herself thinking about Nicole, but then Waverly's face turned to worry. "There are some people who say that they can remember facts about previous lives that they may have lived…"

"This wasn't a previous life," Wynonna said. "I was living this life two days ago."

"And you're sure this wasn't just a dream? Or some kind of drunken hallucination? You do love your whiskey."

"Positive."

"So what now?"

"What do you mean?" Wynonna's face scrunched at her.

"Well, do we look for a way to get you back to this life that you're supposedly remembering or… do you live in this one now?" Wynonna shrugged and sighed.

"Well the sorceress said she offered alternatives, I don't know if this is permanent," Wynonna answered. Waverly looked sad as she hunched her shoulders a little. She didn't want this closeness with Wynonna to go away. "Hey, no matter what happens, you'll always have me, baby girl. That'll never change." Waverly smiled as Wynonna gave her hand a squeeze. "So really, why are you still dating Champ?" Waverly laughed as Wynonna took another donut from her box and scarfed it down despite having just eaten a sandwich for lunch.

"Small town, limited dating options," Waverly replied.

"Maybe not so limited," Wynonna said followed by a wink.

"She has a girlfriend," Waverly said.

"Yeah a real tight-ass from the looks of it," Wynonna replied.

"Besides, she's never acted the least bit interested in me," Waverly replied.

"That you've noticed." Waverly looked at her big sister and shook her head. It was a far-fetched idea. Nicole had been flirty the first night they had met, but not enough to assume she was interested in Waverly. Nicole had come into Shorty's one night about six months ago and ordered a drink at the bar, trying to shake off her nerves since the next day was her first official shift as a rookie at Purgatory Sheriff Department. She was friendly and trying to get a sense of the town. Finding out she was a cop, a couple of guys at the bar chatted along with them, hoping to get on her good side and perhaps get her phone number. But Nicole did a great job of being mysterious about her personal life while also being friendly. It wasn't until she got two drinks in her that Waverly began to notice Nicole's eyes were lingering on her ass, but they stopped once Champ came in. He was drunk and a bit pathetic as he tried to get Waverly to forgive him for some dumbass thing he'd done earlier that day. When she finally took pity on him, he covered her hand in slobbery kisses before wandering off to play pool with his buddies. Nicole had teased her about him, but their conversation quickly ended when Amy stumbled over the leg of Nicole's bar stool on the way back to her table and spilled part of her drink all over Nicole. Amy tried to dry Nicole's shirt with napkins before insisting she buy Nicole's next drink. Of course by this time, Nicole was slightly tipsy and insisted she could buy only if they had that drink together. Waverly watched as they moved to a nearby table and chatted for an hour or so before exchanging phone numbers and leaving separately. And that was it. Nicole and Amy had been dating ever since and Nicole hadn't really flirted with her in any way since that night. She was just friendly, and they were just friends. Besides, she was with Champ and he was…comfortable. Waverly's thoughts drifted back to Wynonna and the conversation they were having.

"Anyways, are you going to tell Willa about all of this?"

"No," Wynonna answered quickly. "She wasn't a part of our other life and she'd have me locked away in a hot minute. Speaking of which, do you think you can look up some information about someone for me?"

"Of course. What's the name?" Waverly got out a small notebook. It was great to see she was still a whiz at research even in this version of their lives.

"Bobo Del Ray," Wynonna answered. "Also known as Robert Svane."

"Robert Svane, why does that sound familiar?" Waverly through to herself.

"I think he has some connection to Steven."

"Steven as in Willa's husband, Steven?" Wynonna nodded.

"He was a revenant. Well in our real life, our other life. You know what I mean."

"You don't think Steven is…"

"I don't know," Wynonna replied. "Even more reason why this all needs to stay between us." Waverly nodded before making some more notes in her notebook. This wasn't going to be easy, but she was excited to see what she could dig up and to help Wynonna out in any way that she could.