A/N: So I'm not really sure I'm happy with this chapter- content I like, but the wording I'm not sure on. I played around with it for a while, but it's late and I'm tired and I wanted to get this up! Please let me know what you think!I love reviews and constructive criticism!
As it turned out, the secret black ops government prison wasn't actually that far away. The blinking dot representing Deputy Marshall Dolls, (and subsequently Wynonna's last hope for her sister getting exorcised), came to a stop just a few hours south of the border in New York City, New York.
Luckily, the border patrol from Canada to the US wasn't quite as strict as say - the US / Mexico border, and Wynonna was able to get them across with a few winks and a flash of her super special secret agent badge. Which was a good thing, because getting a passport for a guy who had been legally dead for over a hundred years would have been a headache.
Once they hit the outskirts of the city, she figured they could use a hot meal and a shower, not to mention a few hours of sleep, so she tossed down a few bills for a no questions asked motel room, successfully ignoring the way the night clerk eyed up Doc.
When they got to the room, Doc clammed up at the sight of the one bed.
"I suppose I'll be a gentleman and take the floor."
"Okay, one- who ever called you a gentleman? And two- we can both sleep in the bed, it's big enough and I'm pretty sure we can keep ourselves from jumping each other's bones for one night."
"Well, if you insist; I'm certainly not going to turn down the chance to catch a few bedbugs."
Wynonna eyed the dirty mattress disgustedly.
"Yeah, maybe we'll just sleep on top of the covers."
If Wynonna thought Doc's odd mannerisms and ancient clothing drew extra attention in Purgatory, it blended in surprisingly well on the streets of downtown New York; mainly because Wynonna demanded on putting all their guns in a bag which of corse Doc, ever the gentleman, insisted on carrying.
"You're wearing a man purse." She snickered.
Doc's mustache twitched.
"It's a satchel."
"It's a man purse. A murse."
"What else am I supposed to carry things in?"
"I don't know?"
Doc's eyes glazed with confusion.
"Look, just let me laugh at you for carrying a purse, ok?"
"I am delighted that I could lend to your amusement." His eyes twinkled mockingly as he tipped his hat to the side.
They took a cab most of the way, not wanting to draw attention with the Harley, but stopped a couple of blocks out so that they could case the area.
It was a business section of town, relatively busy for the late morning, but most people steered clear of them, save for the group of hipsters stopped and asked what thrift store Doc had found his clothes at.
And the NYPD officer who no doubt found the way that Doc was stopping every few feet to spin around and look up at the skyscrapers to be suspicious.
"Excuse me, you folks need help? You look a little lost." The cop gestured to their odd get up.
"Oh, we're in a new Broadway show, it's like Hamilton but for the wild, wild West. It's called, uh, Earp. You wouldn't have heard of it, it's pretty new." Wynonna improvised.
"Right . . ." He looked skeptical.
"John here, is a method actor, so he stays in character all the time; that's why he looks so . . . authentic." She clapped Doc on the back.
"Much obliged to make your acquaintance, Officer." He tipped his hat and Wynonna gave the policeman a double thumbs up.
The officer studied them for a moment, obviously trying to decide if it was worth his time to figure out what they were really up to.
"Right." He finally spoke. "Just try not to look so damn suspicious - method acting or no. Got it?"
"Roger that, Officer." Wynonna gave her best fake salute and the officer studied her for long moment before turning on his heel and continuing down the street.
"Whew! That went better than 95% of my run-ins with law enforcement!"
Doc eyed her suspiciously.
"Need I remind you that you are law enforcement? I'm sure that showing him your badge-"
"Would have alerted all the wrong people that we're here. And need I remind you that the element of surprise is about all we have going for us."
She marched down the sidewalk, unsure if Doc was even following her until he spoke.
"Still, I think your interactions with police have gotten quite better with police over the past year."
"What, with Dolls? We're barely cordial most days."
"That may be, but I was rather referring to your possible future sister-in-law."
"Nicole? Yeah, I guess I forgot about her. I don't really see her as a cop though, More as . . . "
"Family?"
"I was gonna say a friend, I don't think she and Waverly are at that stage yet. Although, if what they say about lesbians and U-hauls is true-" The only response Doc gave her was a blank stare and she was reminded once again of the cons of telling jokes to an audience that had been underground for over a hundred years.
"You know, I was going to try and set them up on a date when all of the craziness with Willa was over." She said to cover the dead air.
"How could possibly have not picked up on the fact that they were together?"
"Well, you know, I was preoccupied with my own stuff- as usual I guess, but I'm happy for them. Waverly deserves somebody like Nicole- steady job, polite, good with a gun, hot, and not in name only- but I coulda stopped after the first one and she already had more going for her than Champ!"
"I still do not understand how he calls himself a cowboy, in my day-"
She held up a hand, and stopped, halting them in their tracks.
"Sorry to interrupt yet another very informative rant about cowboy life in the 1800s, but I think this is it."
"What is it?"
Wynonna pointed at the map on her phone and the blinking dot that was directly in front of them.
"This is where they're keeping Dolls."
They both looked up at the mirrored office building in front of them.
"It is a rather shiny prison." Doc supplied unhelpfully.
"Well that's just . . . fantastic."
"Nicole . . . "
Nicole turned over in bed to see Waverly Earp smiling at her, hair still mussed from the night's sleep.
"Hey baby," she reached up a hand to smooth the tangles in Waverly's brown hair. "Good morning, how'd you sleep?"
"Nicole. . . "
She buried her face in Waverly's neck, lips pressing gentle kisses on the soft skin there.
"Do we have to get up? Can't we just stay here?"
"Nicole . . . "
"I'll make it worth your while . . . "
"Nicole!"
She jolted awake, suddenly very aware that she wasn't in her bed, but rather the floor of the Black Badge Office and Waverly was not snuggled in her arms but chained to a chair.
"Waverly?" she blinked the sleep out of her eyes and struggled to her knees, the stiffness in her ribs amplified by the hours she had spent on the floor. "What-"
"I don't know how much time I have, so just listen."
A thousand questions came to mind, but she squashed them down, determined to let Waverly speak.
"This demon inside me, I think it's Apep."
"Apep?" Waverly gave her a long suffering look and she held up a hand in apology, pulling herself to sit at Waverly's feet. "Sorry."
"Wynonna said that the demon she killed at the border was a giant snake, right?"
Nicole nodded numbly, she seemed to remember Wynonna saying something about a snake.
"The ancient Egyptians believed in a snake demon named Apep. Right now, he's the only demon I can think of that matches Wynonna's description." Waverly's brown eyes held a terror like Nicole had never seen, and her voice held a frantic tone when she continued.
"Nicole, you have to check my books, my research. You have to get this thing outta me."
Nicole fumbled in her pocket for the key to the padlock that was keeping Waverly chained up.
"Just let me get you outta there and we can -"
"No!"
The force behind Waverly's words set her back on her heels.
"It's just . . ." Waverly's voice softened. "I don't know how much longer I'm going to be in control. And this, this thing inside me wants to do horrible things to you, to Wynonna, to Doc, some guy named Jake . . . point is, you have to keep me locked up, at least until you get this demon out."
When she thought about it, that really did make sense.
"How exactly are you in control right now?"
"It's this Hindu mind training technique that lets me separate myself out from all the demon thoughts invading my brain."
"Hindu what? How does that work?"
Waverly's head tilted and her eyes glinted in that really endearing way that made Nicole want to kiss her.
"Normally I would be really excited and a little turned on by the the fact that you're so interested in my knowledge of obscure ancient practices and I would love to teach you all about it, and maybe someday I can read to you from the Vedas in the original Sanskrit, but right now there's a demon inside me that really wants to snap your head off, so if you could just save all your questions for the end, that would be great."
"Right, sorry - brain's a little foggy; been a hectic 24 hours." she pulled herself to her feet, a shiver a pleasure shimmying down her spine as it cracked and popped on the way up.
"Oh! Yeah! You got shot! Are you okay?"
She shook her head at Waverly's concern.
"I'll be better once I get this demon out of my girlfriend." She couldn't resist sending a wink in Waverly's direction and the shorter girl blushed before her features dropped in a pout.
"I picked a shitty time to get demon possessed."
"Is there a good time to get demon possessed?"
It was amazing what a few hours of sleep could do for one's sense of humor.
