CHAPTER FOURTEEN: A PICTURE ON THE WALL MOMENT

"But like," Waverly pulled back from where her head was situated between Nicole's thighs, lifting her hand to quickly wipe some moisture from her chin, and Nicole's eyes followed her every movement; annoyed by the interruption and the sudden lack of Waverly's warm tongue on her sex. "You are coming right?"

Groaning, Nicole dropped her head back onto the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Was Waverly seriously pulling this? Right this exact moment? When she had her head between Nicole's legs and Nicole's orgasm was fast-approaching. "Waverly," she hoarsely breathed, fingers clenching around the sheets on her bed. She wanted to talk about coming, but she had a sneaky suspicion that Waverly was referring to something else entirely.

Waverly breathed out, "Nicole."

Lifting her head again, Nicole stared down at her girlfriend (sure, they hadn't really had the talk about that label yet, but Nicole figured they were heading there anyway). "You wanna talk about this right now?" She heard herself whine. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and it was pretty hard to concentrate when her pulse was beating rapidly, and she felt the sticky wetness between her thighs.

Offering her a devilish smile, Waverly said, "I just wanna make sure that you're coming," she innocently continued, and her voice far from matched the look on her face.

Nicole glared at her. "I was coming, Waverly," she groaned, "right now, I was coming," she leaned herself onto her elbows and used her other hand to lightly press down on the back of Waverly's head. "Now, can we please get back to this?"

Resisting the push, Waverly's eyes shone with mischief. "Well, don't you love me?" She questioned then, and she was totally pulling out all the stops right now, and Nicole hated her for it. It was easy for her to play coy when she was already two orgasms into this thing.

The redhead squeezed her eyes shut and huffed out air. Dropping her hand back to the mattress, she said. "Yes, I love you Waverly, but this isn't about that," she argued, and a gust of wind from the open window hit her already stiff nipple. Waverly was seriously being unfair right now.

"Then why won't you confirm to me that you're coming?" Waverly questioned. She rearranged herself between Nicole's legs, the mattress shifting slightly as she reached out a finger and lightly – almost too lightly – brushed it over Nicole's heated sex. Just once, twice, before her hand was back to resting on Nicole's knee.

It wasn't that Nicole didn't want to come to the LGBTQIA Society's sit-in activism for gender neutral bathrooms on campus, it was just that she really didn't want to come to the LGBTQIA Society's sit-in activism for gender neutral bathrooms on campus. She really, really didn't. It was cool for Waverly to be an activist and make signs and go do that stuff with Jeremy and Taylor and Rosita, but it had never really been Nicole's thing. Not quite like that. Sure, she cared about the issues, and she wanted everyone to be safe and feel comfortable on campus, but she didn't quite like the idea that she might get involved in something that could perhaps get on her record. She had a future career planned in law enforcement and all that, never mind that it was a peaceful protest and their right as Canadian citizens (Waverly's words, not hers). Plus, she had her exams and papers due, and it was just really, really silly to sit in front of the most crowded bathroom in the main building for only God knew how long.

Waverly pressed her hot lips to the inside of Nicole's thigh then, slowly trailing kisses upwards, towards the place that they both knew Nicole wanted her mouth more than anything right now. "Nicole," she breathed out between kisses, "just say," she kissed again, having almost reached her goal, which made Nicole squirm uncomfortably against the mattress, "you'll come."

Groaning, Nicole tried to use her hand once more, pressing Waverly's face towards her body. "Come on, Waves," she breathed out, and she was almost certain that she was going to lose her mind if Waverly didn't start back up with that tongue of hers again soon, "you're killing me."

"Just say you'll come," Waverly innocently whispered as her tongue stroked through Nicole's folds, finding her throbbing clit, "If you say you'll come, I'm gonna make you come right now," she promised.

Tangling her fingers in Waverly's brunette locks, Nicole felt her breath hitch in her throat. Oh, who was she kidding anyway? She was always going to come to that damn sit-in because that was just the kind of girlfriend that she was. Plus, she really did want to see Waverly's beautiful face light up when she really cared about something. Feeling herself nod into the pillow, Nicole situated herself against the mattress as she breathed out heavily. "Fine, fine, I'll come," she murmured grumpily, her hips raising off the mattress as Waverly flicked her tongue against her.

She could feel Waverly's lips curl into a smile against her slit, and she knew she had made the right decision.

"Very good girl," Waverly murmured, before she dove right in, burying her tongue inside of Nicole and wrapping her hands around her smooth thighs. Nicole's back arched off the bed and she heard herself let out a low guttural moan.

This woman was killing her.

"Ms. Earp, I'm sure we can find an easier way to settle this," the very tired – but also slightly amused – campus security guard told them, as he stood in front of them, slightly scratching his head. Nicole was sure that it wasn't everyday that students camped out in front of the bathrooms in the main hall in the main building at the University of Alberta.

Waverly, looking up from where she was bent over, colouring in a sign that she had written last night, looked absolutely exasperated at his suggestion. "I'm really certain that we cannot, Security Guard Smith, because as you very well know, the dean declined out petition for the gender neutral bathrooms, so this sit-in is our only option," she rattled off, bending her head to to finish the 's' in her sign.

There are more than two genders it read.

Security Guard Smith shook his head, "Ms. Earp, how long are you planning to stay out here for?"

"As long as it takes!" Waverly enthusiastically replied, before standing up and turning her sign over. She held it up with both hands, smiling at the small crowd and the unsuspecting passer-bys at the moment. "There are more than two genders!" She yelled eagerly, "We need more than two bathrooms!"

Groaning to herself, Nicole huddled into the small cocoon of blankets she had made for herself against the wall. She was wearing her U of A sweatshirt with one of her black caps tugged all the way down her forehead. She really admired Waverly's determination, but if she was going to do this, she wasn't going to be holding any signs; she'd just stay in her cocoon of warmth and drink the coffee Waverly had brought in no more than three thermoses.

Also, one thing she couldn't believe was the fact that she and Waverly were currently all the people who had showed up for this sit-in. That's right. No Rosita. No Jeremy and Taylor. Not friggin' anyone from the LGBTQIA Society. Where the heck were they? Nicole pulled out her phone and shot off a group text to Eliza and Dolls. Sure, this wasn't their fight, but she was sure she could persuade them into coming anyway.

"Hey good sir, support our fight for gender neutral bathrooms all over campus," Waverly stuck a flyer into the face of a fellow student who took one look at it and hurried off down the busy hallway. "How would you feel if you had nowhere to pee!" Waverly yelled after him, throwing the flyer to the ground in annoyance.

"Hey Waves," Nicole said then, looking up from her phone where both Dolls and Eliza had mysteriously read the text but weren't replying, "do you think maybe you can come sit down next to me? You don't need to use up all your energy at once, you know?"

Sighing, Waverly placed her sign against the wall and took a seat next to Nicole – they were directly in front of the entrance to the bathrooms. Sure, she knew that this was the busiest bathroom on the entire campus, but what was the point even, if the other students could just go a few hallways over and pee there? Nicole had been very reluctant to point out this flaw to Waverly one time, and they hadn't discussed it since.

Stepping slightly closer, Security Guard Smith looked directly at Nicole. "Ms. Haught, is that you?" He questioned then, and the surprise was evident on his face. Nicole had spent more than a little time previously talking to him about security measures on campus, and he was quite a nice man actually. She'd even shared a lunch with him in his office once, because he'd invited her in for coffee and then time had flown by while they'd been discussing the flawed cameras that the school had budgeted for them.

Staring straight up at him, Nicole tugged her cap further down her eyes and shook her head. She couldn't risk her name getting anywhere near this; not if she wanted to be certain that she could apply everywhere after she was done with school. "Nope," she said, shaking her head even more for added emphasis, "I'm uh," she paused, biting her tongue as she tried to make something up, "Mercedes," she said then, remembering Waverly's co-worker from the bar who was a fellow redhead. Nicole was sure she didn't mind, "Mercedes Gartner."

Flipping out his notebook from his pocket, Security Guard Smith uncapped his pen and said to them. "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to write you up. I'm sure the dean will want to know your names."

"That's Mercedes as the car," Nicole quickly said then, before going back to her coffee.

Waverly huffed, clearly she wasn't amused by the turn of events this important day for justice. "I'll have you know, Mr. Security Guard Smith, that we are allowed to have a peaceful protest on school grounds! It's our right as Canadian citizens, and I will not stand for this injustice!"

Nicole really admired Waverly's spunk, it was one of the most wonderful things about her. "Waves," she said though, carefully placing a hand on Waverly's bare wrist. "The man's just doing his job, yeah? I'm sure he won't remove us forcefully," she assured her girlfriend. At least she hoped he wouldn't.

Falling back into her seat, Waverly glared at Security Guard Smith as he shuffled off, no doubt for just a little while, before he would be back. "I can't believe the others aren't here," she murmured, pouring coffee into her mug and pulling out a donut, which she offered to Nicole, "I mean, how are we supposed to show how important this issue is when we're the only ones showing up? I can't believe Rosita Burstillos, the nerve of that girl!"

Chuckling, Nicole bit into the vanilla glazed donut (her favourite, boy, was her girlfriend awesome?), and as she chewed, she said, "I'm sure they'll come. They've got all day, you know? And there's exams and stuff. They'll be here," she assured Waverly, even though she was doubting her own words. It did baffle her that their friends hadn't showed up – the other people from the society, sure, she didn't know them, and therefore couldn't count on their efforts, but their friends? Something was amiss.

"Yeah," Waverly said then, nodding her head and taking a gulp of coffee, "yeah, you're probably right, Nicky, they'll be here," she whispered, evidently trying to convince herself.

Looking around the hallway, which was bustling with activity, Nicole paused when she saw Shae getting closer to where a small crowd was gathered in front of them. Great, just exactly what she needed right now, to deal with Shae!? Sure, they were friends now, after their last talk, but this was maybe overdoing it a little? Right now she wished she really was Mercedes Gartner.

"Nicole?" Shae questioned then, pausing in front of them and hoisting her bag onto her shoulder. What was she even doing in this building right now? The med. students usually never bothered to come here! "What are you doing?"

"Lady Doctor Shae Pressman!" Waverly excitedly exclaimed, shooting out of her seat and reaching forward to grab Shae's hand, "Come sit with us for justice!"

Baffled, Shae followed Waverly's hand and was thrust onto a pillow between Nicole and Waverly. "Uh sure?" She mumbled, dropping her bag in front of her and looking at Nicole with questions in her brown eyes. "What kind of justice?"

"Gender neutral bathrooms," Nicole confirmed, motioning towards the door they were guarding.

Shae nodded her head, "I didn't know you cared this much about social justice? It never really appeared to be your thing before," she flatly commented.

Offering her a pointed glare, Nicole motioned almost invisibly towards Waverly (who was busy shooting off angry facebook-messages to the other society members), and it seemed to dawn on Shae why exactly Nicole was present at this thing. "Of course I care," Nicole said though, just for good measure.

Making a face, Shae reached over and grabbed one of the spare cups in Waverly's giant bag, "If I'm gonna be here, I'll be having coffee," she commented, before unscrewing the lid on the nearest thermos.

Nicole motioned for her to go ahead, and she took a gulp of her own lukewarm coffee. "Why are you even in this building?"

"My girl's having an exam, I just walked her," Shae explained, smiling softly at Nicole. "Why are you only two people though? Wouldn't this be more effective if you guys, I don't know, sat at other bathrooms as well?"

"Our friends are stupid no-shows," Waverly grumpily told her, not looking up from her phone.

Not wanting Shae to meet miffed Waverly just quite yet, Nicole pointed towards a blonde head of hair bouncing down the hallway. It looked slightly familiar, and maybe that could get Waverly's attention. "Hey Waves, isn't that Eliza over there?"

Looking up from her phone, Waverly quickly jumped out of her seat and scurried after the disappearing blonde head. "Eliza Shapiro!" She yelled, and she sounded only mildly pissed, "You get back here right now, you coward!"

Nicole was sure she heard an over-exaggerated yelp from down the hall, and had no doubts that it indeed was Eliza – who was now trying to run away.

Laughing, Shae turned to Nicole, "So are you dating now?"

"We figured it out," Nicole replied as she reached for an apple and took a bite of it. "It took a while, but we're good now."

Shae sipped her coffee. "I'm glad. You look happy."

Nicole smiled. "I'm so happy."

Reaching for an apple as well, Shae tossed it into the air once, twice, before biting into it. "So is she coming to your parents' anniversary thingy?" She questioned, and she stretched her legs out in front of her in the hallway, appearing to accept her fate as a part of this sit-in. Nicole thought it was quite funny; Shae looked so out of place in her gorgeously poised state, with an expensive dress and high heels, and that hair perfectly coiffed. She'd never thought she'd ever see Shae Pressman sitting on the dirty hallway floor, which might be why they hadn't worked that well together after all.

What surprised her most this instant though was the fact that Shae apparently remembered that her parents' wedding anniversary was coming up. "You remember that?" She questioned, unable to hide her surprise as she mirrored Shae's position, feeling very at ease and happy with the current flow that their relationship had. It was nice – not to be arguing all the time.

Shae scoffed, "Don't be so surprised, I listened to things," she commented, continuously chewing on her apple, "I admit, I might have been uptight and a bit disinterested in the end, but that was only because you checked out of our relationship months before that."

"I did not," Nicole retorted, even though Shae's statement gave her pause. Had she though? The last few months spent with Shae were admittedly a bit hazy.

The beautiful dark-skinned woman raised an amused eyebrow. "You so did," she replied, "not that I blame you. Our relationship was great in the beginning when it was new and exciting and the sex was mind blowing, but later all the fire just…" she trailed off, apparently not sure how to end her sentence.

Nicole decided to do it for her, "…fizzled out, yeah?"

"Sure," Shae confirmed, nodding her head, pearl earrings glistening in the fluorescent lights of the hallway. "Anyway, send your parents my regards. I'm sure they'll love Waverly, she seems to have spunk."

Confirming Shae's assumption with a nod, Nicole said, "I think they will too. They invited her before we were even together. I found them chatting on Skype one day, it was super mortifying."

Laughter bubbled out of Shae's mouth then, and she looked thoroughly amused. "Ha, yeah, I can imagine that," she commented, before throwing the core of her apple into the makeshift litter-box Waverly had made of a cardboard box and a plastic bag.

There was a loud clearing of a throat next to them, and Nicole turned her head – surprised that someone had actually stopped in front of them, instead of just ignoring them as all the other students had been doing all day. It wasn't a student though. The security guard was back, and he looked only slightly surprised to see a new face in front of the bathrooms.

"Alright," he sighed, flipping out his notebook with a pointed look at Shae, "and you are?"

—

Waverly came back with a fuming Eliza, and mere seconds later, Jeremy and Taylor appeared, dragging a pissed-off Rosita, who very much did not appreciated being dragged away from her morning after with Rana (Nicole was pleased to know that those two were hitting it off so greatly). They all greeted each other, and Jeremy spent the first five minutes trying to appease Waverly's foul mood, which evidently worked, because thirty minutes after, they were all having a much more relaxed time sitting in front of the bathrooms.

Eager to show off her signs and flyers, Waverly often paced around in front of the others, Taylor zigzagging through students to hand them flyers with their slogans and their bullet points. Waverly and them had spent many hours huddled together in front of the computer to make them, at Taylor perhaps cared more about this issue than Waverly did, after all, they always had to choose between two wrong, not quite adequate boxes whenever using the bathrooms on campus.

Some other students were showing their support by stopping to chat for a bit, and some of Waverly's friends from her Feminist 101 class started chanting in support when they passed by. Waverly's mood was drastically uplifting, and Nicole could hardly contain her grin when she watched her. Waverly just had so much passion and heart in everything that she did, and Nicole could hardly wait to introduce her to her parents. She was sure that every Haught would love Waverly Earp, because how could they not? And even though she'd known Waverly for what was a scarily short time considering the intensity of her feelings, Nicole was sure she was going to marry this woman one day. If Waverly agreed to get married anyway; something about not wanting to buy into an institution as discriminating as matrimony or something like that. Nicole was sure she'd be able to change her mind though – there was just something so romantic about the notion of marriage.

Security Guard Smith went back and forth between them and his other duties all day long, and it seemed like every time he returned, someone new had joined their sit-in. Dolls ended up showing up too, just a little past two in the afternoon, looking happier than he had in a long time. Nicole suspected that him and Wynonna had worked through their differences and she couldn't wait to go out for a beer with him soon so she could hear how everything had worked out.

"So like, are you ever gonna thank us?" Jeremy said then, as he and Taylor fell to the floor on either side of her, shoulders brushing against hers.

Nicole raised them an eyebrow. "Thank you?"

Taylor nodded their head, "You know, for services rendered."

Even more confused than before, Nicole said, "Seriously, I'm super lost, you gotta help me out, guys."

"For our continuous support of and belief in Wayhaught!" Jeremy eagerly slipped, and there was a giant satisfied grin on his face. "We knew you could do it, by the way, we always had faith in you."

"It never once wavered," Taylor confirmed as they pushed their glasses to the bridge of their nose.

Nicole shook her head at her silly friends, her chest filling with love and care for the two lovable goofballs next to her. She couldn't quite believe how much her life had changed in the span of a few months – ever since that faithful afternoon where Eliza and Dolls cornered her after class to force her to have a beer with them. She would have perhaps never met Waverly then, not if Dolls had given up on his interest in Wynonna, and then she wouldn't have gotten to know Rosita, Jeremy and Taylor either. And right now she simply couldn't imagine what her life would be like if she didn't. She was sure her parents felt a positive change in her as well, at least if her father's looks and her mother's babbling was anything to go by whenever they Skyped.

"I love you guys," Nicole honestly told them then, her eyes trained firmly on the floor.

Taylor wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "We love you too, Nicky."

"Always," Jeremy cheekily grinned, and Nicole had a sneaky suspicion he was never going to stop throwing in a Harry Potter reference whenever the situation was mildly appropriate.

"Security Guard Smith! Dean Cryderman!" Waverly's exclamation pulled them out of their conversation.

Security Guard Smith was back, and he looked tired, like he just about wished that this sit-in was over. And indeed, the dean was with him, looking pissed off and murderous. Security Guard Smith shuffled closer then, unfolding a piece of paper in front of him as he said, "The dean will still not accept your proposition, Ms. Earp, other affected people," he said, acknowledging the rest of them with a curt nod, "And thus he informs me that I have to tell you, that he will allow these shenanigans until the end of today, but if you are not gone by tomorrow, he will have you forcefully removed."

Nicole felt her throat tighten in worry, and she felt Jeremy stiffen next to her as well. Dean Cryderman looked absolutely thrilled though, pleased to have them threatened and get some order in his hallway.

Waverly shot out of her seat then, forcefully shoving a flyer into the dean's face. "I will have you know that it is our right-"

"It is our right," a voice interrupted them then, and Nicole's head shot to the side, surprised by the interruption, and even more surprised to find Wynonna strolling into their midst, parting the gathered on-lookers with a saunter of her hips and the lit cigarette in her hand.

Doc was trailing right behind her, hat perched as per usual on top of his head, and a cigarette hanging from his lips as well. He was puffing out grey smoke in clouds.

"Wynonna," Waverly said, eyes fixated on the cigarette between her sister's fingers, and Nicole knew instantly that she was thinking about the baby.

Wynonna glared at her sister, demanding her to be quiet for the moment. "It is our right as students to protest discrimination," Wynonna said then, turning to look at the dean and the security guard who was looking at the two new protesters with disdain and something resembling disgust.

Folding the piece of paper into his back pocket, Security Guard Smith said, "Uhm-"

"Do you even go to this school?" Dean Cryderman demanded to know then. His eyes were travelling over Wynonna's leather-clad form, to her unruly hair, before landing on the cigarette in her hand.

Wynonna dropped the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out for good measure. "I do not," she said then, staring at the older man with determination, "But I am Wynonna Earp-"

"Of course you are," Security Guard Smith sighed, glancing briefly at Waverly.

"-and I'm here," Wynonna continued, stepping closer to their tiny group of protesters to stand side-by-side with Waverly, "because bisexuality is erased in the media and in society and because whenever my good friend Taylor," (Nicole was pretty sure Wynonna had never actually exchanged one word with Taylor before, so to call them friends was a bit of a stretch), "has to use the bathroom, they have to fucking choose between two ill-fitting boxes labelled 'male' and 'female'," she paused, motioning towards the door they had been guarding since six o'clock this morning.

Waverly smiled happily up at her big sister, and Nicole was certain that at this point Wynonna was just spewing out what Waverly had – without a doubt – rattled on to her about a million times mixed with her own special brand of improvised bullshit, but it appeared to be working, because at least the two men were listening. And they were gathering an even bigger audience in the form of students going to and coming from their classes.

Wynonna continued, "Not every person in this world is either male or female, Dean Cryderman," she said, nodding her head in a know-it-all fashion, "Some people are both, some people are neither, and some people like to mix shit up, ya'know?" She asked him the rhetorical question, but didn't give him time to answer. "But I think we can both agree on the fact that it is not fair that not all students of this university has a safe space to do their business, and moreover, nobody should be forced to make a choice between two genders that doesn't fit them. How would you feel it if you were forced to label yourself as something you weren't?"

Dean Cryderman's eyes narrowed in on her as the words hung in the air between them. He watched her for a few seconds, before he lowered his eyes to the flyer in his hand, his eyes scanning over the text written there. They all held their breaths in excitement – what was he going to say? Nicole could see Waverly's hand clutch tightly onto Wynonna's, and she felt her heart thud in hope for her girlfriend's mission.

Sucking in a breath, Wynonna added, just to fully answer the dean's earlier question about her reasons for being there, "and also… I was told there would be donuts."

Leaning forward, Eliza offered her a colourful sprinkled one from the box by nudging it gently to her hand. Looking down at her, Wynonna grabbed the donut and bit into it with an amused, "Oh thanks," before turning back to stare at Dean Cryderman in expectance.

Lowering the paper back down, he turned to Waverly, "Would your demands be satisfied for now if I were to allow one gender-neutral bathroom on campus?" He questioned her, and when Waverly opened her mouth to object, he added, "As a trial basis of course. We'll try it out, see how the students like it. Does that sound good to you, Ms. Earp?"

Turning her head, Waverly's eyes met Taylor's, and the two of them had a silent conversation just with their eyes for a few seconds, as everyone else held their breaths in excitement. Nicole could hardly contain herself. She definitely thought that they should take this; it was more than what she had thought they would get for sure, and there was even the possibility of more as it was only a trial basis. Trial meant good, right? If it went well, they would get more.

Waverly turned back around after a good minute and smiled warmly at Dean Cryderman, "Okay, Dean Cryderman, you've got yourself a deal," she exclaimed then as a huge smile overtook her features. She stepped forward, offering her hand out to shake on it.

He reluctantly reached his hand out as well, meetings hers in a firm shake. But he didn't let her go quite yet, he pulled her slightly closer and offered her a firm look. "And this situation going on right here in the middle of my hallway?" He wanted to know.

"Consider it over and done with," Waverly replied, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Good," he replied, before he dropped her hand and turned to walk down the hallway, the sea of students parting before him as he went. He stomped slightly, probably to underline his displeasure with the current turn of events, and the entire hallway was quiet until they saw him round a corner, and then everybody shot out of their seats in a giant cheer.

"Fuck yeah!" Taylor hollered, jumping onto Waverly and wrapping their arms around her in a giant hug. "You fucking did it, Waves!"

Rosita wrapped her arms around them too, pressing kisses to both of their faces. "Fuck, after all this time we finally have the friggin' bathroom, one friggin' bathroom," she mused, and Nicole – even if she hadn't been a part of this project for very long – could tell that this was a huge win. And that it was something that they'd been working on for a very long time apparently. "I thought for a second there that you weren't gonna accept it," Rosita continued, slightly amused, "that you guys were gonna demand more."

Nicole didn't want to interrupt their little three-way hug, not even as it turned into a four-way hug when Jeremy wrapped his arms around them as well, because she felt like this was their moment; something the four of them had been working on together for a long time, before any of the others even joined the picture. She saw out of the corner of her eye how Shae offered her a thumbs-up though, and how Dolls was hugging Eliza sideways in his own stoic fashion.

"Man, it was like Harry and Voldemort in their final battle of Hogwarts," Jeremy mused to Taylor, as the four pulled apart, and Nicole finally felt it was an appropriate time to pull Waverly into her herself, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl and pressing repeated kisses to her lips.

"You were awesome," she said, combing her fingers through her hair and staring directly into the green eyes she had come to know so well.

Waverly's cheeks tinted over in a faint blush. "I couldn't have done it without you," she whispered, pressing her lips to Nicole's once more, "If you hadn't been here this morning, I would probably have left before anyone else had time to show up."

Nicole shook her head. "No you wouldn't," she whispered back, because she knew it was true. Waverly cared way too much about this to just give up and go home – even if she had to face it alone.

"So, we better gather our shit, yeah?" Wynonna interrupted them all then, glancing around the hallway filled with their stuff as she came to place an arm around Waverly's shoulders too, "And don't worry, baby-girl, the cigarette was just for show, I didn't suck it," she teased, a devilish grin overtaking her features.

Waverly rolled her eyes.

Security Guard Smith interrupted them then, "Hey, wait a second," he said, flipping out his phone and holding it up for them as an explanation, "I need a picture of you guys for my office wall. It's the first time anyone has managed to convince Dean Cryderman of anything," he said with amusement, and it felt very much like he was congratulating and admiring them in his own way.

"Security Guard Smith," Waverly abashedly teased, before everyone started gathering around her and Nicole and Wynonna to take a group picture. Even Shae squeezed herself in the back, wanting to be a part of this moment.

Security Guard Smith held out his phone, "Congratulations, Ms. Earp, you finally did it," he said, and Nicole leaned down to press a kiss against Waverly's temple. "Say gender-neutral bathrooms!"

"Gender-neutral bathrooms!" They all chorused, and Nicole swore that she was going to stop by the security office to get a printed copy of this picture.

It felt like a moment for her new and improved picture wall.