CHAPTER 2: NICOLE'S POV

I've trained to be a police officer for years… hell, I'm even going to be Sheriff soon, but nothing prepared me for Purgatory.

I'm covered in blood and staring straight into the dark brown eyes of the girl in front of me. No one says a word, just blank stares from her and worry from the rest of us.

"H-hello?" Waverly says to her, "Are you ok? Do you need anything?"

The girl looks at her for a minute and then smiles.

"Could I possibly have a blanket? I'm freezing." She says.

"Of course!" Wynonna stands up and gives her the blanket I was using a minute ago.

She wraps herself in it and looks at me… Well, not at me but at my leg where Waverly's hand had come to rest. She doesn't look like she holds any hate for it, but she does look scared and worried.

What the hell have we gotten into…?

AVERY'S POV

I sit on the ground looking into a redheaded woman's eyes. My only thoughts were about how cold and hungry I was. No one is speaking until the petite brunette chimes in.

"H-hello?" She says to me, "Are you ok? Do you need anything?"

I can't possibly ask them to give me food… I don't even know who they are.

"Could I possibly have a blanket? I'm freezing." I reply.

"Of course!" The taller brunette says as she stands up and gives me the blanket from the chaise.

I quickly wrap it around my body and snuggle in. No one looks hostile, and no one looks mad. They all look genuinely worried about me. The smaller brunette looks to the redheaded woman and places her hand on the cop's thigh as if to comfort her.

My vision flashes to white and all I can hear is a voice from my past.

"You disgust me Avery. How dare you think that this is ok!"

Obviously, the redhead had seen me staring and had gently removed the hand from her leg while shooting a soft smile at the other girl.

"Hi," She says, "I'm Nicole. Nicole Haught, and I'm a police officer here in Purgatory."

I look at her, her soft eyes and muscular build don't add up to police officer to me, but what do I know… I've never seen a female officer.

Well, none except for me.

"Hi. Um, police?" I say.

"Yes. Are you ok? You came in bleeding pretty badly." She says back to me.

I look around. There's blood on the floor and blood on my clothes.

"Bleeding? Well, I feel fine." I reply.

Nicole looks at me and then to the other two and gestures to them to speak up.

"I'm Waverly," The smaller brunette says and points to the other girl next to her, "And this is my sister Wynonna."

"Hi." I manage to say.

"Um, hi!" Wynonna replies.

She's beautiful.

"I'm Avery. Avery Conner. But I can't be here."

I go to stand up but the redhead puts a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Careful!" She says.

She gently helps me stand up and I get a closer look at Wynonna's grey-blue eyes. They are full of sadness but behind that, I can see the emotions she hides in order to stay composed.

"Avery."

"Avery?"

"What? Huh?" I respond.

I must have zoned out for a bit.

"Why can't you be here?" Waverly asks.

"Because I'm supposed to be dead." I say.

Wynonna looks from Nicole to Waverly to me, takes a swig of her drink and mumbles,

"Well shit."