I own no SyFy shows or the perfect Wynonna Earp cast/show/anything. Nor do I own any music mentioned.
Bored Earper here with a fanfiction to keep me occupied while I wait for our show to come back. I've got some ideas rolling around for a bunch of different fics but we'll see how bad the writer's block is on this one first. Lol.
Heads up, there will be some graphic scenes, violence, smut, and mature themes. Definitely F bombs haha.
This is going to be a non-magical/demon spouting fic. Set in the real(or whatever this is) world. I also am new to actually putting up fanfics so be gentile.
Hopefully it's not too horrible of a fic! If so I'm sorry in advance! If you like it, leave a favorite or comment or follow and I'll try to keep up with posting new chapters when I can! Enjoy!
Chapter 1 -Coming Back To Me Now
The scenery could not be more picturesque with the rolling hills of perfectly untouched snow going on as far as the eye could see. The sun bouncing off the-
"Ma'am are you gonna need a receipt fer the gas?"
Looking quickly away from the admiration of the scenery to the man standing in worn, grease-stained overalls, the woman pumping gas into her old Subaru Outback adjusts her sunglasses, pushing some stray hair out of her face before she answers, "No sir. Thank you for asking."
He looks her up and down before spitting a hefty sized loogie across the lot, "You just passin' through miss? You don't look too familiar."
As the gas kicks off she slides the pump back into its holder and twists on her cap, turning with a smile to the ever-so-inquisitive gentleman currently shoving tobacco into his bottom lip, "Hopefully just passing through."
She pulls out the money for the gas and hands it to the man as he nods, "Safe travels then ma'am. Roads can get pretty slippery so watch yer self ."
Nodding as she slides her wallet back into her pocket, she opens the door, turning back to smile before sliding into her seat, "I appreciate the warning sir. Have yourself a good day."
He waves as she pulls out of the station and takes a deep breath, "OK Haught, almost there. Just get in, take inventory, and figure out what else needs to be done to sell the house. You got this."
She looks at herself in the rear view mirror and clears her throat, adjusting in her seat, "Yup, keep talking to yourself. That's not crazy at all."
As she passes the sign marked "Purgatory", she attempts to stretch her leg and winces, clenching her teeth through the new wave of pain searing from her hip down into her left leg. After some deep, shaky breaths, she sighs, "Looks like pain meds are on the agenda today."
After driving for another ten minutes or so, she pulls into the barely plowed driveway of a small cabin nestled in the edge of the tree line. Hesitating, her face full of sadness, she stares at the door, expecting her aunt and uncle to come running out with water balloons and laughing when she gets soaked on the first throw.
Smiling at the memories flooding back to her, with her dimples on full display, she pulls out the envelope from her bag, removing its contents.
The last will and testament for her aunt and uncle stare back at her as she feels her unshed tears from all those years ago start to surface, betraying the facade she works so hard to convey.
Shaking off the flooding memories, she opens the door and steps out, wincing again at the pain shooting from her hip into her leg, almost making her leg give out from under her, "Ok then, pain meds first."
Rummaging in her center console, she pulls out a couple pain pills, washing them down with her, now cold, coffee. Pale hands shake slightly at the intensity while she makes her way up to the cabin's large front door that reads "Home Sweet Cabin" on a little wooden sign.
Smiling at the little detail, she opens the door, switching on the light switch. When she isn't greeted with the gift of light, she sighs, "No shit Haught, power has been off for years."
She walks over to the fireplace and opens up the flume, causing leaves and snow build up to dump in the fireplace and onto the floor at her feet, "Fantastic."
Looking into the fireplace she sees it cleared so she grabs a small shovel from by the door and takes multiple trips out to clean up the debris. Once she has it clear, she stacks wood from the side of the fireplace into a neat pile and lights some paper underneath it, setting the lighter back onto the mantel.
After a minute or so, she puts out her hands and can finally start to feel a little heat. Once she opens all the curtains, coughing at the dust that has built up over the years, she looks around the cozy cabin, from the couch, loveseat and recliner that have the hand made Afghans draped over them, to the surprisingly spacious kitchen, to the small set of stairs that she knows leads to a small hallway and the two bedrooms.
Just as she moves to head up the stairs, she jumps, her hand moving to where she usually has her sidearm as the door opens quickly, revealing a burly man in uniform with his own sidearm drawn, "No what in the hell do you think you're-"
He looks her up and down as she tries to control her breathing, putting her arms up, sliding his weapon back in its holster, "Oh shit I'm sorry Miss Haught. We have some hooligans running around and didn't want them messin' with anything. Had a motion detector put in years ago."
Taking a step towards her as she puts her arms down, he smiles, putting out his hand, "I'm sheriff Randy Nedley. It's a pleasure to meet you again after all these years. Your aunt and uncle were good people."
She takes his hand and nods, clearing her throat and shaking off the new onslaught of emotions struggling to take hold, "Nicole Haught. Pleasure is all mine sir. Wait, we've met before?"
As she tries to remember, he puts up his hands, "Oh don't fret none about it Miss Haught. It was probably almost 15 years ago now. When they was just about raising you and when they-" He looks down and coughs to clear his throat, "Well anyway, you're all grown up."
She laughs, "Yes sir. Seems like the place hasn't changed at all. Although I thought there'd be a lot more to fix up and I was surprised the fireplace wasn't buried. I mean other than the power not being hooked up it's in pretty decent shape."
Smiling, he walks toward the fireplace, "Well, I do every month or so have someone come in and make sure the pipes aren't frozen and things don't get too mucked up."
She turns to him, "Really? That is pretty wonderful of you sir. Thank you for that. It will be much easier to get on the market now."
The sheriff stops holding out his hands to the fire and turns back to her, "You're selling the place and the land?"
Nicole feels his gaze and looks away, "I mean, I live hours away and it would be better for someone to get some use of it you know? It's so cozy and I think-"
Randy shakes his head at her and she stops, "I know that's what you came here plannin' to do but what if I told you I have something else to offer you? An alternative so to speak. That is if you're interested."
Light brown eyes look back at him questioningly, "I don't understand what you mean sheriff."
He paces for a second then turns toward her taking a step closer, "I know you finished top of your class at the academy. I know you're smart. You come from good people that were two of my closest friends. This is a small town, yes. But this is a good town Miss Haught. Don't think I didn't notice you reach for your missing sidearm when I came through that door. A test which you passed with flying colors. Now I know you're hurting and that you might need some time, considering it's only been 4 months since that awful incident but I'm here to say the offer is out on the table for you to come be one of my deputies."
Absolute look of shock and confusion on her face, she stutters and tries to process the entirety of the sheriff's words, "I- Well I live out there. I mean not like I have ties but it's- wait, you've been keeping tabs on me?"
He rubs the back of his neck, looking at his feet, "I thought it was what Jim and Cathy would've wanted. I know you're parents weren't quite up to par. At least, we had agreed on that early."
She tries to find the words and closes her mouth, speechless for a minute before sighing, looking away from the sheriff, "Definitely an understatement."
He pulls a packed envelope out of his jacket, handing it to her and straightening up, "Think about it. Get back to me as soon as you can though. Vacancy to fill you know. Gotta keep my town up to snuff. Take care Miss Haught."
He leaves, closing the door behind him and she collapses back on the couch, exhausted from emotional day. She looks at the envelope in her hand, "What the hell am I supposed to do?"
She leans forward, opening the envelope and pulling out the papers, dropping something on the floor. Picking up the folded paper, she unfolds it, feeling the tears well in her eyes and slide down her pale cheeks.
The worn picture is of her as a child, an oversized Stetson being placed atop her fiery red hair by a younger Nedley, as her aunt and uncle pose with silly faces.
Taking shaky deep breaths as she wipes the tears away with the back of her sleeve, she sets the papers down on the coffee table. She gets up and pulls out her wallet, gingerly folding the photo and sliding it into its new home for safe keeping.
She smiles and nods to herself, "I'll make you guys proud. I promise."
Sooooooo that's chapter one. Whatcha think? Don't worry, lots more characters to come and lots more to happen! Yes it's a sort of slow burner but hopefully you enjoy it.
Let me know if you're up for another chapter because I'll be writing a couple chapters ahead of what gets published. Thanks for reading! Stay safe out there!