Earp Of A Time!
Chapter Four
Doc was putting the last of the newly acquired whiskey on the top shelf of the bar when the front door opened and a man walked into Shorty's.
"Oh I apologize for the inconvenience but opening hours are from five to two in the evening good sir," he offered with a slight tip of his head.
The man was tall, dark and exceedingly handsome with slightly curled hair and a tan complexion that was hard to find in these parts. He was also dressed extremely sharply with what Doc recognized as decidedly not run of the mill trousers and suit jacket and he had a sinking suspicion that his white dress shirt and cuff links were worth more than half of Nedley's stock. He was also not dressed for the climate; sporting, admittedly stylish wing tip shoes but Doc could attest himself that he would have a hard time trudging through the snow if he wanted to get anywhere, especially without warmer clothes.
The man seemed unphased at the rebuff and continued his approach to the bar. "Oh really?" he asked rhetorically and Doc felt his hackles rise, something about this man was off. "Well I do apologize for barging in, but I'm afraid I'm in need of assistance."
Doc tried to control himself, his instincts told him not to antagonize the man but the vampire in him smelled something in him, something familiar, something he had gotten a taste of before, but this was so much more sweeter. Doc turned around halfway just in case he bared his teeth at the stranger.
"I'm afraid I do not know how I can be of help to you, sir." He tried, willing the man to go away and not test him.
There was a slapping on the counter and Doc looked to see an embroidered invitation settle next to the glasses. "Well you see, I've been invited to a wedding and I'm afraid I do not know where it is being held. I was hoping to ask for directions but no one here seems to want to give me the time of the day, eventually I thought I'd try my luck at the local watering hole." He smiled charmingly and Doc for a moment got lost in those eyes…but the scorching hunger in his throat made him shake himself out of the trance.
He glanced down at the card, the familiar names of Waverly and Nicole stared back out at him, Doc frowned feeling his hunger abate a little even as the stranger waited next to the counter, patiently still; a little too still. " Might I inquire you of your name, fine sir?" he let out even as his left hand slowly went down to his holster, to his knowledge Waverly and Nicole had no one out of Purgatory that they had thought worth inviting, Gus being out of the question and Nicole's parents not even being thought worth the consideration. There were no elaborate wedding invitations made or sent out. He might be estranged from Wynonna but we was always appraised of the Earp sisters and their wellbeing, he couldn't very well turn his affections off as much as he wished he could.
The man laughed lightly and Doc felt the hairs on the nape of his neck rise. "Well of course," he offered agreeably. "Lucifer," he said, his voice seemed to flow out of his lips, smooth as silk and sharp as a whip. " Lucifer Morningstar."
And even before the man had had his last name out Doc had his gun trained right between the mans eyes. Who merely smiled at him, a cheeky grin that brought out the dimples through his stubbled cheeks making him look even more attractive. "Well I do declare myself intrigued," said Doc as he cocked his gun his free hand pulling out his backup and holding it freely by his side. "But I will be damned if I let a man such as yourself, bearing the Devils name himself go anywhere near those under my protection."
Not a single flutter of unease went through the stranger, he just sat there smiling at him for a moment before closing his eyes and inhaling deeply through his nose. "By the smell of you, m'dear, you've been damned already!" he said with a gleeful laugh. "However did you escape, you must tell me so I can punish those responsible," he insisted even as he ran a finger down the counter in a bored countenance as if he couldn't even be bothered by Doc's answer.
He hesitated for a moment before pulling the gun off of the stranger but not holstering it. "I will refrain from answering such a ridiculous question and request for you to get the hell out of my bar!" Doc replied with a much as force as he could muster hoping his shaking hands weren't noticeable.
The stranger merely tilted his head to the side his smile turning serious. "Oh but there's more to you isn't there?" he asked gently, he seemed to search for something in Doc's eyes for a moment before, "Ah, there it is…Hmm one of Judas' ilk are we? Was never a fan personally, too dramatic you lot not that my step brother was anything to write to dad about." He seemed to smile at his own joke before becoming serious and locking eyes with Doc. "Tell me John Henry Holliday? What is it that you desire more than anything else in the world?"
The compulsion to answer was unlike anything he had ever encountered. It was even more of a sirens call than his thirst for angel blood. The stranger's eyes seemed to pull him in and break down each and every one of his walls leaving him bare for the world to see. And even as it came out of his mouth unbidden he couldn't help but agree with his own words.
"I…I…I want to be needed, to be of use …" he trailed off feeling inadequate.
"Hmm," hummed the stranger. "Ever the protector, but this world doesn't need chivalry anymore does it? It despises it actually. Such a shame…ah well," he shrugged before getting up and snatching back up the invitation. He waited for a second and there was a rustling sound before he took from behind his back a feather. It was pure white, a color of white so bright that Doc had never seen before. He snatched a glass from its shelf and trapped the feather with it on the counter. "Since you've been so helpful, Johnny boy," he said jovially. "A parting gift. This will cure any and all injury, yes even to the soul. Want to be free of that thirst? Use it." And with that, the stranger was gone leaving behind the feather and a deadened silence in his wake.
Alex only had time to quickly jump in front of Kara before the girl with the amazing mane of hollywood hair pulled the trigger, whatever that blue glow was, she didn't want it anywhere near her sister. What surprised her was when Haught jumped in front of the gun as well and Chetri started yelling for the hot brunette to stop as did Haught.
"Damn it Haught," the long haired siren muttered to the Sheriff. "Get out of my fucking way! Demons are my thing remember?!"
"Demons!" exclaimed Kara and Alex at the same time before Haught spoke up.
"Wynonna,NO!" she said authoritatively and she the sexy dark haired goddess finally relented and looked at Haught in confusion. "She's not a demon," she says glancing back to the sisters. "Although I think they haven't been entirely honest with us," she looked at Kara pointedly who looked down guiltily but Alex did not budge, she would never apologize for protecting her sisters identity.
"Wait a second," said the short blonde in the middle of all this, who had quickly gone behind the goddess when she had ordered her to and now was peeking at Kara from behind her back. "I know you," she said with certainty "You're Kara Danvers aren't you?" she said with excitement. "I know your work from years back about National City and Alien rights and Supergirl. But what we just saw…" she says looking at Alice. "… means …that … you are Supergirl aren't you? Kara Danvers is Supergirl!" she was getting excited by the minute and her voice was also getting shriller. "Wow I can't believe it, Kara Danvers is Supergirl!"
"Supergirl!" muttered the beauty who still had the gun on them, 'Wynonna is who they called her,' Alex thought to herself trying to stop her subconscious describing the girl in flattering metaphors. "In Purgatory?" she turned back to Haught. "Really Haught tell me you don't actually believe whatever bullcrap they've fed you. I mean look at what she was doing to that girl!" She pointed her head at Alice and Alex realised that from the outside it might have not looked like they were helping Alice.
"I can prove it!" came her sisters voice, strong and clear as it usually did when she was feeling righteous. Alex knew it was Wynonna's comments about hurting Alice that had made Kara speak up. She was selfless like that, they could have badmouthed her for years and she wouldn't say anything, but claim that she was hurting instead of helping and she would step up to defend her actions. She stepped out from behind Alex and she sighed knowing that stopping her was out of the question.
Wynonna seemed to weigh her words and the rest of them waited with bated breath while she deliberated, her pretty lips thinning in contemplation before, "Fine Bubbles, but touch the girl," she nodded towards Alice, "and I shoot. And Buttercup," she said looking at Alex. "I'm watching you," she warned and Alex barely refrained from swooning.
Kara nodded before stepping into the centre of the room and whipping off her glasses and let the nanites do its work. They all watched in fascination as the suit covered her body over her clothes in and seconds there stood Supergirl instead of Kara in her suit, cape flowing behind her and the House of El crest proudly displayed.
"Hmm," Wynonna hummed keeping the gun drawn for a minute longer before finally letting it drop. "Fine, yeah you're Supergirl," she said mockingly making Alex scowl at her; she might be hot, but no one mocked her sister. "The bangs aren't working for you by the way," she told Kara and Alex's anger deflated a little as she agreed with that assessment. "Makes you look depressed," to which Kara only huffed before putting on her glasses back on and shifting back into Kara.
"I need to dry myself," she told Alex indicating her still wet clothes from helping Alice. Alex nodded and Kara walked out the door looking for a restroom While Wynonna stepped into the office space dropping the long ass gun into a very ill advised ankle holster, she looked good doing it though so Alex wasn't really complaining. She stepped on over in front of Alex and held out her hand.
"I'm Wynonna, Wynonna Earp," she said with confidence that only increased her attractiveness and Rao those dimples. "I guess you could say I'm in-charge of this bunch of misfits but its more like we work together."
Alex took her hand and resisted the urge to smile dopely at the brunette. "Danvers," she uttered clearing her throat. "Umm …Alex …Alex Danvers," she finally got out cursing herself for losing composure. "Supergirl is my adopted sister so I look after her and provide damage control when needed."
Wynonna smiled at that piece of info. "A super-powered sister who's a little too big for her boots?" she asked half joking as she winked at the tiny blonde. "I can relate"
"Hey!" Wynonna's sister rebuked her, but Alex knew her anger wasn't genuine.
Super-powered? she thought to herself as she looked at the girl in questioin who looked like she couldn't hurt a fly, but then again so did Kara. She wanted to know more but Wynonna didn't let her inquire.
"So anybody gonna fill me in on what exactly is going on in my office?" she asked dropping into a chair at a desk in no way marked as hers, pulling to her a take out box that she opened to fish out some donuts and started chewing looking from person to person. The short blonde, who Alex had deduced by now was Nicole's Waverly waved sweetly at her as Chetri ventured forth a stumbling explanation to which Wynonna showed him her palm. She pointed to Alice, "Who is she? And why are you here?" she asked Alex pointedly. "and what the fuck is Supergirl doing in Purgatory?"
Alex took a deep breath and decided that spilling some of the beans wouldn't be such a bad thing, she didn't really think mentioning Alice communicating with her mentally was going to go down well, so she would keep that part out of it. But the rest eventually came spilling out, as she explained her presence in their town leaving all of her audience with slack jaws and wide eyes as a dry Kara walked back into the room.
"So what you're telling me," Wynonna said as she pulled out a flask in front of them and taking a long swig. "Is that you were funding your superhero activities with this job and realised that you were transporting a little girl?" she glanced at the child on the bed. "Doesn't look that little to me," she muttered as she took another swig as a disbelieving Alex looked on, feeling her gaze on her Wynonna paused mid sip and silently offered her the drink to which Alex rolled her eyes at the womans audacity, she shrugged and kept on drinking.
"Well," Chetri jumped in. "They said that they found a five year old girl when they first opened the crate but by the time they brought her here, she had aged."
Wynonna scoffed almost choking on her whiskey. "Aged?" she asked hoarsely as Waverly slapped her back. "What is this a SyFy show?"
Chetri stared at the woman.
"Wynonna you literally hunt demons for a living!" Haught was the one to point out the obvious. She was ignored.
"So? Who is she?" Wynonna asked getting up and walking pretty steadily, for someone who had had almost emptied a flask of whiskey, over to the bed. Alex watched as Wynonna stared down at the girl and was surprised as she gently reached down and brushed back some of her long hair off of her forehead with care.
"We don't know," replied Alex shooting Kara a warning look. "All we know is they were smuggling her here, their driver had an itinerary with a route mapped to Purgatory."
"Any idea who they were working for?" she asked turning away from Alice and Alex could swear there were tears in her eyes.
"All we know is that she was supposed to be collected by some organisation called the Black Badge Division…" Alex said trailing off as she said the name of the organisation and her pacing brought her to a stop next to the door of the room they were in the letters BBD in printed across the glass caught her eye and in the reflection of the glass she saw Wynonna freeze as she said the name. Heart clenching she turned on the spot drawing her alien gun and aimed it right at Wynonna only to be faced by that long ass barrel of her gun for the second time that day. The tip of Alex's gun glowed blue this time as she prepared her stun shot. Surprisingly no one else in the room pulled their weapons on her.
"Hey Danvers," Wynonna said slowly. "Lets talk about this."
Alex shook her head, she should have known Wynonna was too good to be true and child trafficker was one of the worst things she could think off.
"Its you," she said as she got ready to fire. "They were bringing her here," she gritted her teeth as tears filled her eyes. "And I brought her right to you." She glanced at Kara trusting her to grab Alice and decided to take out their leader while she had the chance.
Locking eyes with Wynonna and ignoring her pleading Alex steeled herself and pulled the trigger.
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