A/N: So full disclosure: I'm not an ancient demon expert. I've done some basic research, and I have an overactive imagination, so there you go lol.
I love love love comments and creative criticism!
"So let me get this straight," Doc questioned as Wynonna drug him none too gently through the streets of New York City. "Why can we not just simply go inside and get Agent Dolls out right now?"
"Because, it's an office building, who knows how many innocent people are in there. We can't just go in guns blazing! I was expecting him to be in some back alley or warehouse. For this, we need a plan."
"A plan." Doc echoed flatly.
"Yes, a plan, preferably one that doesn't get either of us killed or seriously injured."
"Since when do you, Wynonna Earp, make plans?"
She stopped abruptly and turned to face Doc, her lips were clamped together, and her eyes were pleading.
"Since Dolls is the only chance I have of saving my sister. And I'd appreciate it if you would take this seriously."
Doc's face sobered instantly, and they walked half a block in silence before he spoke again.
"So what exactly is the plan?"
Wynonna marched on tight lipped for a moment before stopping abruptly in front of a black door with the words "Hell's Angels" curved across the top.
"This is the plan."
She backed into the door and disappeared, leaving Doc to stare after her.
The bar was relatively empty given the early hour, the bouncers at the door eyed her but let her pass, and she walked to the counter where a smattering of men in leather vests were gathered.
She heard the commotion when Doc entered behind her, and she waved a hand in the air.
"He's with me, boys."
She leaned against the bar as the bartender made his way over.
"And who exactly are you, pretty lady?"
She winked, as she felt Doc come to stand beside her.
"I'm someone who needs to talk to Charlie."
The bartender laughed, starting out as chuckle and growing into a full belly guffaw.
"Did you hear that boys? She wants to talk to Charlie!"
The rest of the bar joined in his amusement and Wynonna rolled her eyes at Doc.
"Really, I would have called ahead but this was kind of a last minute change of plans."
The bartender finally stopped laughing long enough to reply.
"What's your business with Charlie?"
"I kinda need a favor, actually."
"You barge in here asking a favor?"
"Trust me, he owes me one."
"Charlie owes you a favor?"
"He also owes me dinner - "
Doc raised an eyebrow.
"- but that's not important. What's important is that I need to talk to Charlie. Like, yesterday."
"I'm gonna need a name."
"Wynonna Earp." A deep voice called out from the corner booth. "It's been a long time."
She turned on her heel and moved towards the voice, teeth clacking as she brandished a wide smile.
"Charlie. Long time, no see."
"Well, you're the one who left my bed in the middle of the night with two thousand dollars of my money."
"Can't we just let bygones be bygones? Beside, you owed me for that job in De Moines."
"If I let everyone off the hook. . ."
"Please, it's for Waverly."
"Your sister?"
Wynonna nodded, trying not to think about Waverly fighting off a demon back in Purgatory.
"Earp, you know I have soft spot for family. . . "
"I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."
Charlie paused, staring at them over steepled fingers.
"Sit, Earp." He finally said. "Tell me what you need."
"I need a diversion for a prison break."
"You should have led with prison break." He grinned. "You know I love a challenge."
Nicole had stripped out of her uniform shirt, and her tank top had pulled out of her pants where she had tucked it last night. There was an empty pot of coffee on the desk in front of her and even though she was popping pain killers as often as recommended, her entire torso hurt. She had hoped to spend the day curled up with Waverly in bed, binge watching Netflix recovering from her almost gunshot; but stupid demons had ruined her plans. She had a sinking suspicion that now that she was involved with the supernatural aspects of Purgatory, 'stupid demons' were going to be a much more common cause for concern.
But hey, at least she knew what was going on now, and she didn't feel completely crazy thinking something about this town was off. So there was that.
She was glad that Waverly loved to talk about her research; even if she hadn't really understood what the girl had been talking about before. At least it kept her from being completely in the dark about what she was reading.
When she could read it, that is.
She had spent the past six hours nose deep in a book that she didn't understand a word of. Waverly had started off trying to help, but eventually it became too much for her to talk to Nicole and avoid being completely overtaken by the demon.
Nicole had taken French the last two years of high school and minored in the language in college, mainly because she thought it would help with the transition from America to Canada that her family made in the summer between tenth and eleventh grade. That was about the extent of her foreign language experience, and other than the occasional conversation with the locals she didn't really get much use out of it.
And ancient Egyptian books on demons were most certainly not written in French.
Luckily, Waverly had several translator apps on her Mac, which were coming in extremely handy. Still, it was a slow process - translating just enough to find out if different bits of books were relevant to their situation, and then delving in to get the details. She felt an overwhelming sense of urgency bearing down on her; Waverly was depending on her to figure this out, and there was absolutely no one to help her. Dolls was captured, Doc didn't have a cellphone, and Wynonna wasn't answering her calls, although she wasn't sure the older Earp would be able to help her anyway.
"Nic?"
Her head jerked up before her brain even had time to registered the sound, eyes blinking to combat the dryness that came from hours of staring unblinking at a computer screen.
"Wave?"
"Still here." Waverly smiled tiredly and Nicole returned it, pushing back her chair and limping over to her girlfriend.
"Drink some water."
She held the body to the smaller girls lips, waiting patiently while Waverly drank her fill.
"Fighting demons makes you thirsty I guess." Waverly half laughed.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" She used gentle fingers to sweep Waverly's sweat-soaked hair from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"No, but when this demon is out, we're taking a week off."
It was Nicole's turn to laugh, an uncontrollable chuckle that helped break away the tension of the last few hours.
"Deal."
"I'm serious, Nicole." Waverly's voice was earnest. "A week off. No cop stuff, no Earp stuff, no Purgatory weirdness. I don't even think we should leave your apartment. Or maybe we should just leave Purgatory completely for a few days."
"Whatever you want, Wave. Promise."
Waverly seemed to be satisfied at that, and her face relaxed marginally.
"How's the research going?"
"It's . . . going. Kinda wish I had paid more attention to ancient Egyptian history in school though."
"What have you found?"
"From what I can gather, Apep is supposed to able to be defeated by Ra, the sun god. The Book of Apophis is supposed to tell us how to get the spirit out of you and contain it. I found a copy in your stash of books, but translating it is slow going. So far I've got something about cats? I think, but I'm not sure."
Waverly's eyes lit up.
"Yes! Of course! I don't know why I didn't think of it before! Cats able to sense the demon and then point him out to Ra to be destroyed."
"So what, I take you out in the sun and then bring Calamity Jane to meow at you?"
She was joking, of course, there was no way that Waverly-
"That's actually a pretty good plan."
"Wait, what?"
"Then we have to figure out how to store the demon."
"I don't think they make Tupperware rated for demon storage."
Waverly rolled her eyes, but she couldn't cover up the snort of laughter.
"But seriously, I think I read something about wax figures? Like they would banish the demon to the figure and then beat it and melt it to get rid of the demon."
"Wax figures." Waverly repeated.
"Where exactly am I going to get one of those? Does Purgatory have a Madame Tussaud's I don't know about?"
And okay, laughing at your own stupid joke was a little douche-y but she was running on minimal sleep and her girlfriend was a demon, give her a break.
"Gus!" Waverly blurted.
"Gus carves wax figures? That doesn't really seem like her kind of hobby?"
"No, she has this ugly wax Santa Claus that she puts out every year."
"Alright, we have a place to put the demon, and we know we need my cat and the sun, any idea on the specifics of how to get this demon out?"
There was no answer, and she glanced up to see Waverly's eyes once again glazed over with a ring of red and her lips twisted in a sadistic smile.
"No? No. Okay." she placed one last kiss to Waverly's forehead. "It's okay, I'll figure it out. Just hang in there Wave."
Nicole didn't have time think about the oddness of the situation. As much as she wanted to take a moment and have a good cry about the events of the last 48 hours, she had to figure out how to get an ancient demon out of her girlfriend and into Santa Claus
