A/N: Chapters are going to be a little shorter in favor of more frequent updates.
"Are you going to tell me what exactly it is that we need from the homestead that is so important?" Doc asked from the passenger seat of Waverly's Jeep, where he looked absolutely petrified. To be fair, Wynonna was driving entirely too fast for the dirt road they were on, but she was more worried about the fact that her baby sister was currently possessed by a demon than she was about her shocks and suspension.
"You'll see when we get there Doc, trust me."
"Trust you like I trusted you with my heart?"
Wynonna took a deep breath.
"It was just a kiss, Doc. Besides, you left; he didn't. You don't get to be upset okay?"
"I came back-"
She did not need this now, on top of everything else.
"And we can discuss it later, but right now Waverly needs me. So we're going to rescue Dolls, we're going to drag him back to Purgatory, we're going to exorcise this demon, and then we can get a giant bottle of whiskey, put on some Norah Jones and talk about our feelings. But until then, we are going to focus on getting that - that thing out of my baby sister. Because she is the only good thing I have left and I'll be damned if some bitch-ass demon thinks he's going to take her away from me. I'm the mother fucking Earp heir!"
She felt angry tears sting the back of her eyes, but she set her jaw, blinking them away.
Doc was silent, and she thought for a moment that they might make it all the way to the homestead in silence, but two miles out he spoke up.
"How exactly are we going to find Agent Dolls? I'm sure they have taken him to a hidden location."
Wynonna snorted.
"Please, you think I've never seen a spy show? Dolls has fancy toys, and I may have . . . borrowed a few of them. If you don't think I slapped a tracker on his ass the moment I knew they were taking him away, you got another thing coming."
Doc's face clouded in confusion, and she remembered that she was talking to a hundred year old cowboy who had probably never heard of much less seen James Bond.
She fished her phone out of her pocket and pulled up the tracker app before tossing the device to Doc.
His face scrunched up has he examined it.
"Is this is a map of some sort?"
"Google maps, Doc, you should really get with the 21st century."
"And this blinking dot?"
"Is Dolls."
"This is fascinating, I never knew technology could be so . . . useful."
"iPhones, not just for dick pics." she snarked as she pulled into the homestead driveway.
"Dick pics?"
"Don't ask, wouldn't want you getting any ideas."
She snatched her phone back and hopped out of the jeep before hefting the backpack she had stashed in the rear. She marched towards the barn, Peacemaker a comforting weight against her thigh. She threw open the doors and grinned when she saw her bike sitting inside.
"I knew you'd come in handy!" She squealed, allowing herself a brief moment of excitement despite the circumstances.
"Surely you do not intend on taking that . . . contraption on our trip."
"It's not a contraption, it's my baby, and we're taking it."
"Where do I sit?"
"On the back, duh? Hope you dressed warmly, it's cold out there."
She shook her head at his skeptical look and moved to the wall where she kept the helments.
"Come on," She pulled off a half helmet and walked over to Doc, setting it on its head and tugging the strap until it was snug.
"Safety first."
Nicole really needed a nap.
Or a vacation,
Or both.
A nap and then a vacation.
Or a nap on vacation.
She wasn't picky.
Hearing your 'kind-of' girlfriend confess her love and then getting shot by her sister, it took a lot out of her.
And now, here she was, watching that same girlfriend hiss in anger from her spot in the chair.
Demon possession. And here she was thinking a little homophobia would be the worst thing she had to deal with in Purgatory.
Sighing, she pushed herself out of her chair, wincing at the sting in her ribs. She needed to clean Waverly's wound, demon possession or not. She went to the first aid cabinet and pulled out some supplies, trying not to think about the last time Waverly had gotten shot. It was weird to say that those had been happier times, but it was true. Willa had been annoying, but at least Waverly had been Waverly.
She groaned, how to do this without getting herself injured was the question. Rummaging around, she found a small case marked 'sedatives' and pulled up a syringe. She didn't really think that drugging her girlfriend was the best turn in their relationship, but she also didn't think she had much choice. It wasn't like she could hold Waverly down and clean her up at the same time, and if Waverly was in there, she didn't really want to stitch her up with out any anesthetic.
"Sorry, Waves." She apologized before darting the needle into the shorter girls thigh. The effect was almost instantaneous, and Waverly's head soon lolled against the chair back. She ran a hand through the now tangled brown locks, wishing she knew a way to make things better. "We're gonna fix this. I promise." She didn't usually make promises that she didn't know for sure she could keep, but this time she made an exception.
She grabbed the rest of the first aid supplies and slid down to the floor beside Waverly's chair so she could snip the rope that Doc had used to tie Waverly's legs to the chair.
"Try not to kick me." She warned her still unconscious girlfriend.
Using the scissors from the first aid kit, she cut the whole in Waverly's pants larger to expose the wound. It was a clean shot, a great shot, and she made a mental note to get Doc to go target shooting with her - she was a pretty good shot herself, but she would always take pointers, especially from THE Doc Holliday.
Yet another wonder for her sleep deprived brain to muddle over.
She used peroxide to wash the wound out and carefully stitched the wound up like they had taught her in the academy. She had never thought that a class on field dressing would come in handy in a place like Purgatory but this place was full of surprises.
It didn't take long to get both holes stitched up and she carefully covered them with antibiotic ointment.
"How many times do I have to tell you that stuff's poison?" She mocked in her best Willa impersonation, glancing up quickly to make sure Waverly was still out.
"Sorry, I know she was your sister but I'm not really sorry she's gone. She was kind of a bitch. And she shot me. And she was mean to you. No one should ever be mean to you, you're like the sweetest person ever. I mean you made it through a long term relationship with Champ without killing him, so kudos there."
Carefully, she placed a large band-aid over each wound site, grinning at her handy work.
"I'm no plastic surgeon, so it might scar, but chicks dig scars, so it's ok." She was officially going crazy, talking to her knocked out girlfriend.
Nicole stretched as she got up, slowly working the kinks out of her back. God, what she wouldn't give for a spa day right now. Maybe she could talk Waverly into visiting the big city for one once this was all over.
She bent back down slowly to clean up her mass, but on the way up, a foot made sharp contact with her face, sending her sprawling to the floor.
"Damnit, Waverly!" She cracked her jaw, rubbing the side of her temple where Waverly's boot had made contact.
"Or thing that possessed Waverly! I specifically asked you not to kick me."
Keeping one eye on the demon, she dug out some of the chain that she had seen Dolls put in the cabinet one day. Careful to avoid getting kicked again she looped the chain around Waverly's legs and then up through the handcuff that were secured behind the back of the chair.
"Sorry about this, I was really hoping our first time with bondage would be a little more . . . kinky. You know with safe words and whipped cream."
She secured a padlock around the final loop, effectively securing the Waverly demon to the chair.
"But demons don't get safe words."
Waverly growled.
"Don't worry, once this is all cleared up we can try my handcuffs for other stuff."
After taking a moment to admire her tie up job, she went to the closet, searching for something to make them both a little more comfortable. What she found, was a stack of pillows and blankets, and she found herself wondering just how often Dolls spent the night here. She placed one of the pillows under Wavery's neck, and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.
"I," She said, laying one of the blankets out on the floor. "am going to take a nap, and I suggest you do the same. Once Wynonna gets back with Dolls we're going to be busy, so we need our rest."
Turns out, when Nicole hadn't slept in almost 48 hours; she could zonk out pretty much anywhere - even with her demon girlfriend right beside her.
