[AN] Please don't hate me...
Nedley was pale and sweating, a phone pressed hard against his ear as he tried desperately to hear the voice on the other side of the line. A trickle of blood traced its way down his temple from where a bullet had ricocheted pieces of wall like shrapnel amidst the defenders. Dolls crouched near him, his eyes narrowed as he took careful aim and fired at anything that moved.
"No, we're under fire NOW," Nedley bellowed at the phone. "I've got eight deputies and a couple of civilians against around twenty heavily armed assholes, so you'd better haul ass!"
Waverly shrieked as a round of shots hit above her head, sending more pieces of plaster and dry wall cascading around her. Then, with eyes flashing, she slid up the wall and let loose with two blasts of her shotgun, the short barrels spitting fire. "Eat lead, you shit-tickets!" she raged.
Another round of fire clattered against the building, some shots coming through the window and adding to the fresh pock-marks on the far wall. Around them the phones rang incessantly as the residents of Purgatory tried desperately to call for help against the roving bands of men in cars shooting up their town. Gunshots sounded from all directions; everyone pinned down at the sheriff's station hoped that at least some of the gunfire was from armed residents firing back.
Nicole looked over to where Tommy was crouched, a rifle gripped in his hands. "We need to get out of here!" she shouted. "We're letting them control the town around us!"
He nodded somberly, ducking at another round of gunfire. He turned and towards Nedley. "Cole's right, they're running the show right now."
Nedley scowled but nodded. He glanced back towards the rear of the building. "Okay, okay. Lonnie! Take Fitz and go find Nick and Frank — they're guarding the back door and see if you can take some out from behind. We'll try and hold their attention."
The two men scampered as quickly as they could towards the rear of the building. Outside there was a pause, then Bobo Del Rey's voice rang out once more.
"Oh, Waaaverleeeee," he called. His voice sounded amused more than anything. "Dear ole Champ told me all kinds of stories about you."
Nicole and Wynonna both stiffened instantly.
"Such a tiger in the sack! So pretty, said you could suck off a fire hose."
Nicole face went hard and she went to stand up, but Tommy's hand was like steel on her shoulder.
"He was offering to share you with me, you know," Bobo continued, his voice gleeful and taunting. "As payment to come with me. Told me you were such a glorious little slut." Another loaded pause. "Sooo eagerrrrr." He drew out the words into a salacious hiss, and now it was Doc's turn to hold Wynonna down out of the line of fire; a constant stream of cursing grew in volume along with her rage.
Waverly's face was pale, a mixture of fear and anger, and Nicole's heart broke to see it. She was then totally surprised when Waverly herself fired another blast of her shotgun through the window that boomed out her own defiance.
"Champ had a tiny pecker and couldn't satisfy a woman to save his life," she screamed in a fury. "I'm betting you're even smaller and more worthless you pathetic waste of a boy-man!"
Everyone in the station turned and stared at her.
"I love you so much," Nicole breathed after a long moment. Waverly looked over at her and winked before blowing her a kiss.
Unfortunately, her insults broke the stalement, and a barrage of curses announced a fresh onslaught. The sound of gunfire was defeaning, and bullets slammed into walls and furniture with a caucophony of pings, thuds, and cracks.
Fitz came running back into the lobby. "Sheriff, they're breaking through!"
Nick and Lonnie came after, hauling a fourth man by his vest. He was bleeding profusely from his arm and leg, clearly unconscious. As they came through, Fitz slammed the door shut behind them and barricaded. Hoots and laughter sounded from the other side, and the door thudded with the impact of kicks.
"I'm going to fuck you in half, Waverly Earp!" Bobo roared over the clatter. "You and your bitch sister and the whore girlfriend I hear you've snagged. You'll all be begging for death before we're done!"
"Oh, shit," Nedley breathed as he looked at the women next to him in trepidation.
There was no stopping them this time. As one Nicole, Wynonna, and Waverly rose and charged outside, Rowdy barking furiously at Nicole's heels. Her tired legs forgotten, Nicole vaulted herself over the railing and rolled into position with clear shots on two bandits. The men turned in shock and struggled to brings their guns around but she dropped them quickly and efficiently, leaving their bodies twitching behind her. Wynonna and Waverly slammed into position against one of the parked cruisers, Waverly's shotgun and an assault rifle Wynonna had 'borrowed' each thundering repeatedly. The taunts of the bandits rapidly turned to cries of fear as they cowered under the onslaught.
Nicole caught a glimpse of Doc as he strode through the front door, a gun in each hand, effortlessly firing from his hips as he went. Wynonna let out a delighted whoop and jumped up to join him, like two gunslingers shoulder to shoulder at the OK Corral.
Nicole joined Waverly behind the car. Her leg was now throbbing but she ignored it.
"You okay?" She demanded.
Waverly's smile was a little forced but she nodded as she glanced back. and saw Dolls flip a snarling bandit onto the floor, the sound of a breaking bone shockingly loud despite the distance. Huddled against the corner of the building across the street she finally saw someone she recognized: Bobo Del Rey was not a man she was likely to forget, given the circumstances of their first meeting. He clenched a black AK pistol in his fist, the long curve of the magazine warning of the likelihood of a lot of ammunition. He was screaming at his men to charge the station, screaming in rage as they ran away. In his fury he strode out from behind cover and swung his pistol around toward Doc and Wynonna. Nicole's blood froze.
"Rowdy, secure the suspect!" she shouted as she rose to her feet. "Drop your weapon, Del Rey!"
The big dog launched himself, a homing missile aimed right at the burly fugitive. Bobo turned in surprise to see Rowdy coming at him, ninety pounds of determined muscle and sharp teeth.
Nicole charged along behind, gun raised and expression cold, her anger and bitterness at this man almost overwhelming her. Bobo fell back, fearful for the first time, his gun firing wildly as he went. Nicole found herself screaming as she returned fire. She felt a burning pane flare in her arm, but couldn't recognize anything but the strangled yelp of her dog as he collapsed against Bobo's prone form, his teeth around the arm holding the gun even as two bloody blooms spread across Bobo's chest, the man's once fierce eyes now lifeless.
Nicole could only look at Rowdy, and the blood dripping from his body.
Waverly and Wynonna hurried over to find her cradling the big dog to her, sobbing as their blood flowed together onto the dirty street.
In the distance, the sound of helicopters announced that backup had finally arrived.
[AN] Seriously, please don't hate me...