Earp Of A Time

Chapter Two

Wynonna huffed with effort as she lifted up the crate of carrots and lugged it over to the quad bike trailer, depositing the crate inside she trudged over to the bike and hopped on shooting off with more than the necessary speed making the bikes wheels kick back tons of dried leaves and dirt as she shot across the farm land towards the barn.

Unlatching the trailer and placing the carrots in the barn Wynonna straightened up and walked back out to appreciate the morning air for a while.

It was rare to experience the lack of frost covering the ground in Purgatory and whenever they had anything other than winter over here, she made sure to take advantage.

She leaned against the fence outside the barn, looking at the rare sight of green grass covering the land for miles. Taking out her wallet she flipped it over until the last section opened up to reveal the baby picture Waverly had been conscious enough to take before her baby had been sent off to where even she didn't know.

There were multiple reasons as to why she had told Gus to not ever contact them until she reached out herself but the main reason was her own selfishness. Wynonna knew that if she had allowed any sort of updates to get through to her about her little girl, she would say fuck all and leave Purgatory to rot and be on the first flight to her daughter, Waverly, Nicole, hell even Jeremy in tow.

This was the reason why the only picture she had of her own child was a baby barely an hour old. As she stared down at the picture and wondered as she did every day about what her daughter looks like now she smiled to herself. She was safe. She repeated to herself for probably the millionth time, she had stopped counting a while back, She was safe and that was all that mattered.

It didn't matter that each and every day her hopes of reconnecting with her daughter seemed to get farther and farther away. It didn't matter that she no longer knew what it meant to get a good night's sleep. All that mattered was that she was safe.

As she closed the wallet another picture fell out of it, she bent down to pick it up and gasped as she recognized it. She wondered where in the world she had tucked this away that she didn't see it once on her daily perusal of the clutch. Folding open the photo she smiled down at the photo Dolls had left her. Their tiny little demon hunting family sitting down to dinner. How times change.

As she perused the still captured memory her eyes fell upon Doc, sitting there suave as usual sitting so close to her, it had been almost a year since Doc and her had even sat on the same table much less so close together.

After their umpteenth fight about Holt, Doc had spilled that Holt had just wanted to ask a woman at the diner out for drinks. In a fit of rage Wynonna had suggested that maybe he should then go and ask her out himself. He took her advise. Her name was Sally and she and Doc got married three months later. Nowadays Doc only helps out with the fight if it's a last resort. He was tired of it all and had found the one woman in the world who barely blinked when he revealed himself to be over a hundred-year-old, ex-immortal, current vampire, the original Doc Holiday himself.

And while Doc's anger at her had faded a while back, they couldn't really manage to repair their friendship.

She shifted her eyes away from Doc when it got to much and looked to his left to smile at Jeremy and his abysmal attempt at copying Doc's facial hair.

Jeremy had eventually felt it was safe enough to allow Robin to return and the two were now living together in town. Black Badge on the other hand had disappeared once again leaving a clueless Deputy Director Haitcha floundering around in the abandoned facility. Jeremy and Robin had brought her back into town and Wynonna really didn't have the heart to cut Naomi loose on the world, so she got her a job as a biology professor at the local high school. She also consulted at the BBD whenever there were a few hands short and overall had become the sort of adopted aunt of the family.

She glanced at Dolls in the right corner of the frame taking the picture and allowed herself to smile. He was not grinning or smiling, he was Dolls after all. But he looked content. Not for the first time she thought of all the opportunities lost between them and quickly shut down that train of thought.

Eyes moving to the left the corners of her mouth pulled up involuntarily as she saw the closeness of her sister and her soul mate. Nicole and Waverly were the one thing that came out of all the fuckery that was her life, smelling like roses and happy as can be and as long as they remained so, and her daughter was safe Wynonna could stand the rest.

She didn't look at herself in the photo. She knew that the smile she had on that photo hadn't been seen on her face for the last two years. She knew she had become hard and tough and difficult to deal with. But the one thing that everybody in Purgatory knew by now, she thought to herself as she pulled out Peacemaker and aimed it at the target Dolls had painted so long ago across the yard. Was that this crazy chick with a gun, was their only hope in this town when things went to shit.

She aimed down the sights and told Peacemaker exactly where she wanted to bullet to land. The gun hummed in her hand and the bullet almost caressed out of the barrel and she watched with a smile as the bullet swerved its way straight into the faded bullseye Dolls had put up years ago.

Smirking she pocketed the photo and holstered the gun and decided to head in to get ready for work.


Kara understood the words coming out of her sisters' mouth but was still having a slight problem trying to process it.

'What does she mean that the girl told her who she is?' Came the voice in her comms startling the hero a little. Pulling herself together Kara decided to pose Lena's question as her own.

Alex shrugged and nodded towards the sleeping girl. "She reached out to me, sort of like J'onns mind meld only without contact. She asked for my help."

Kara frowned looking from her sister to Alice. She recognized that look; Alex had already become attached. It wouldn't be such a bad thing if Alex didn't tend to give more of herself to people than they ever gave back to her. And the current person that held her attention seemed to be designed to pull at every heartstring.

It was no secret to anyone who knew Alex Danvers that she always wanted to be a mother, having seen her with Ruby, Kara knew that Alex's maternal instincts was very much a real thing. Now put that together with a small child that looked like she could very well be Alex's daughter she knew that Alex was already compromised when it came to little Alice. And now apparently, they could, and have been, communicating mentally? She could see that Alex was already invested in securing Alice's safety, Kara could only hope that when eventually Alice and Alex parted ways, her sister didn't end up with a broken heart.

She considered cautioning Alex but looking down at the child she couldn't help but compare the suspended child to herself. How long had she been locked in this container? Being kept alive but sedated. It reminded her of a young girl, adrift in space, floating in the phantom zone, half aware of her surroundings but lost, alone, scared. She herself had been all those things and more and it had been Alex who had pulled her out of those thoughts and feelings, the pain of loss and the melancholy that used to grip her. Whatever Alice's story was, Kara was pretty sure that having someone like Alex in her corner could only be helpful, with how stubborn her sister was, cautioning her probably would just maker her dig her heels in, she just hoped that in helping the child, her sister didn't get hurt in the process.

Looking Alice over Kara was really astounded by how much the girl actually looked like Alex. Sure the girl had dark hair and Alex was a redhead but the pale skin, thin face and Kara was pretty sure those were brown eyes peeking out from underneath those half closed lids, frankly Kara was already half falling for the kid herself, she looked like a mini Alex.

"Is she an Alien?" Vasquez asked when Kara didn't respond to the information about their charge's telepathic abilities.

Alex frowned down at the monitor taking in the various readings of Alice's vitals aside from her oxygen levels. "Base readings don't show anything peculiar to suggest so. Even the most rudimentary of Aliens, who can easily pass off as human," she cast a glance at Kara who preened, "show increases in body temperature or a rapid rate of cellular regeneration." She blinked down at the monitor even as Lena blabbered on about the possibilities in her ear. "I won't know for sure until I do some tests but as far as I can tell, Alice seems to be one hundred percent human."

Kara waited with a pregnant pause before straightening up. "Orders Boss," she asked formally all the while grinning widely.

Alex sighed shaking her head. "We can't transport her back to the states right now. We need to get her out of this tank but we need a medical room incase we take her off of life support and it turns out to be the only thing keeping her alive."

Kara nodded and flew out of the truck and above the road scanning far off into the distance. Frowning she came back to Alex and filled her in. "There's a town a coupe of miles up the road. Its not very big but it has a hospital and electricity so that's a plus."

Alex deliberated for a minute but eventually nodded. "Okay we've really got no other choice but to go into town."

Kara shrugged. "I could fly her back home?" she offered readily.

Alex shook her head. "Its too risky, you won't be able to go full or even half your speed and she might run out of oxygen. No, we need to get her off this equipment before she runs out of air and once I've examined her then we can see about taking her back to National."

In the end Kara ended up separating the trailer from the truck and releasing the prisoners only to tie them up with convenient ties found in the glove compartment. The ripped off ramp was used as a makeshift flatbed that supported the re-lidded tank Kara secured with tow cables pulled from the trailer. The team got into the cab seating six with Kara in civilian mode taking shotgun and directing Alex who seemed a little too at home driving an eighteen-wheeler. The boys with Vasquez in the back quickly discovered an itinerary talking about a package, they assumed to be Alice, to be delivered to Purgatory, which they assumed to be code for a location, to be collected by the Black Badge Division, which was confusing as all hell.

Even Lena didn't really find much on it except from some mentions in a conspiracy theory nutters manifesto. Considering Lena's scoff at the guys ideas Kara figured that this organization had nothing to do with that guy and his demon warnings.

As they drove off in the direction of the town she had seen from up top, Kara prayed to Rao that they would be able to help Alice quickly, if only so her sister could find peace of mind.


Sheriff Nicole Haught smiled as she watched Nedley settle back onto the chair that he had broken in so many years ago. She herself was at the counter signing the paperwork that she needed to file as she was leaving for her month-long vacation. She smiled at she thought of the reason for her leave and resisted the urge to blush. Even four years and a nine-month long engagement later the thought of her soon to be wife brought a smile to her lips and a blush to her cheeks. A lot had happened over the years. They had lost some people and gained a few back, trials and tribulations galore. But one thing hadn't changed and that was how much she loved Waverly Earp.

Signing the bottom of the sheet she handed it over to Jo from accounting, one of the few new additions that Nicole had implemented once she took over, and grabbed her Stetson put it on her head and walked out of the office intent on getting some quality time in with her lady love before Waverly started going berserk over the wedding plans.

She should have known better than to make plans ahead of time in a town like Purgatory.

She encountered them just outside Shorty's, of course. It was rare to see a truck this large pass through town considering there was no industry around the Ghost River Triangle to require such vehicles presence. On top of that two men hands tied up behind the cab looking worse for wear and a crumpled up metal sheet used as a flat bed to support a largish metal box tied down with cables at the back. Aside from the numerous code violations that leapt up into Nicole's head she just knew that getting out of her car and asking these people what's what was going to probably make her tension free day come to an abrupt halt, but she didn't become a cop for convenience and she wasn't Wynonna Earp's best friend just because she was marrying her little sister

Sighing Nicole pulled over and got out of the car, not bothering to spook them with sirens. She walked over to the driver side of the truck and reached up to knock on the door, a hand on her gun. The window wound down and a woman with short red hair and a low-key scowl peeked out.

"Hey? I don't know if you're aware but most of what you are doing here is illegal?" she went for humor knowing being difficult in a small town usually got people being closed off. Surprisingly the woman seemed to cheer up a little once she got a look at her uniform. Opening the door, she lithely jumped down from the truck's cab straightening up to offer a tight smile to her. She was decked out in tactical gear that she had sometimes seen Dolls friends up at the BBD wear, the gun at her hip very obvious as was the knife in her boot and the other gun at her back.

She reached behind her and got out a wallet that she flipped open and the words FBI shone out at her beside the very familiar looking golden crest that frankly she had only seen on TV before. Blinking back at the Agent she stumbled for a response. Thankfully her fellow redhead didn't seem to notice her sudden lack of diction.

"I'm Agent Alex Danvers. My team was transporting something very sensitive across to a facility when we realized that two of our numbers were planning to betray us. They managed to compromise the transport, so we had to improvise. I've already contacted my superiors and they will be sending to secure the package soon; however, we need access to a medical facility and a place to contain the traitors until they arrive."

At the mention of medical facility Nicole shook herself out of her stupor and looked around at the men tied up and back down at Agent Danvers. "Is someone hurt," she asked concerned.

Alex seemed to deliberate for a moment before motioning for her to follow. Walking over to the back of the truck she climbed up to the box at the back and pulled Nicole up with her. Slackening the cable securing it the Agent asked Nicole to help push the lid off. Obliging the woman, they slowly shifted the heavy lid to the side only for Nicole to gasp as the face of a little girl got revealed to them. She stepped back looking from the now grim looking Agent to the girl floating in the box. Alex seemed to smile understandingly at her.

"So our job was to transport this box without knowing it contents," she said conversationally. "Fortunately for us these jack offs," she nodded to the two tied up and gagged men, "Let it slip that we were transporting something live." Alex quickly pulled the lid back on with effort seeing as they had already gathered quite the curious crowd of onlookers. "Now I don't know about you but transporting people in boxes was not something that I signed up for when I joined the Bureau.

"So back when you said that you had contacted your superiors…?" Nicole asked slowly, recalling their earlier conversation.

Alex nodded. "Yeah, I haven't told them jack shit about all this, only that we broke down," she ran a hand through her hair and jumped back down to the ground with Nicole following suite. "What I need is to check on that girl, make sure that she's okay and find out exactly what they wanted with her."

She felt a sense of foreboding as Alex looked at her imploringly. "Can you help me?" she finally asked, and Nicole cursed herself for being roped into these kinds of situations, but in the end was there any other answer that she could have given but the one that she did?

"Of course I'll help."


Lucifer folded back down his wings, tucking them away as he stepped past the billboard on the edge of the road to look out at the town sprawled down seven miles away as the boars said. He studied the picture on the board of the cheery family in the blue car with the bright words telling him 'Welcome to Purgatory' and that 'You'll Never Want To Leave!' Interestingly the father in the car seemed to have a bullet hole right through his forehead.

"Charming," Lucifer commented to himself as he straightened his lapels and adjusted his cuff links. "Oh well, anything is better than Hell, I guess. Let's see what Dad has instore for us, shall we?" And the Devil stepped across the boundary line into Purgatory.