"Waverly!" Wynonna barged through the door screaming her name. "Waverly where are you?"

"Here right here. Jeez what's wrong?" She came rushing down the stairs. Did someone get hurt? Was there an emergency?

Wynonna seemed to slump at the sight of her. "Oh Babygirl…" She pulled her little sister into a fierce hug. "I'm so sorry…"

"Wy, you're scaring me. What happened?" Waverly pulled away from the hug. "Is everyone okay?"

"She won't be when I'm done with her." Wynonna cursed under her breath.

"What?"

"Uh, yeah. But I think you should sit down for this one. Why don't I just grab us some beers from the fridge?" Wynonna suddenly wasn't so sure she could do this. But she had to. It was her sisterly duty.

"It's not even dinner time! Wynonna just spit it out!" Waverly had had enough frustration for the day. But then she remembered: two more hours until Nicole got off. Two and a half before she got here. She smiled giddily without realizing it.

"Nicole is cheating on you!" Wynonna spit out, slapping that grin off Waverly's face.

"Wynonna, seriously, I'm not that stupid. What's really up?" Waverly scoffed, but then Wynonna didn't respond. She just kind of bit her lip and tried to look anywhere but her sister's eyes. "Wynonna?"

"I'm so sorry."

Waverly sunk back onto the couch behind her. "H-how do you know?" Nicole isn't Champ. Nicole wouldn't do this. I love Nicole. She loves me. But they hadn't said that to each other yet, had they?

Wynonna had the courtesy to look sheepish. "I heard her chatting with Nedley-"

"Nedley?!" Out of all the people to discuss your side to she choice her boss? But htne, Nedley wouldn't know she was two timing, would he? They had barely told their families yet. A scary thought hit her: what if I'm the one she's having on the side? It was worse to think she had someone else that meant more to her than herself...worse than just plain cheating. But even that she had never thought Nicole would do. She had thought she was better than Champ.

"Yeah. I was in the break room making coffee and well there they went yapping on about her boyfriend-"

"Boyfriend?" Somehow that little detail struck her in all that mess. She could have sworn her girlfriend had always just been into other girls. But then again, Waverly had never been interested in girls until Nicole Haught sauntered into her life.

"Hey man, I was just as shocked as you, but yeah. Boyfriend." Wynonna went around to comfort her sister with a hug, but she pushed her away. Waverly needed to process right now. To make sense of this situation.

She swallowed down the lump in her throat. "Who? W-who's the boyfriend? Did she say?"

"Jacob Fernstien."

"The kid whose locker you graffitied in seventh grade?"

"The very one."

"Oh my god." The thought hit her dimly that she somehow wished her sister could go back a do a bit more damage than could be found in a bottle of spray paint.

"Are you okay?" Wynonna placed her hand on her sister's back. This time Waverly didn't push her away but just shook her head lightly. The tears weren't falling yet. She didn't know why. She certainly felt like she was going to puke any minute.

How-how did this happen? Waverly wracked her brain, analyzing every situation, every conversation they had had. Were there any clues? Was there something that she should have caught before? Was a there a way she could have prevented it? Then she realized the common denominator between the only two real relationships she had ever been in. They had both cheated. That didn't just happen out of coincidence. She had done it. She had done it somehow. She didn't know how, just that she had.

She buckled over, vaguely aware her face was finally wet. She had needed Champ, needed him so she could fit in, so the looks around town would lighten up, so she never broke up with him when he would come in smelling like some perfume that wasn't her and most definitely wasn't his mother's. But she hadn't needed him like she needed Nicole. He never lit up the sky when he walked in a room. Made her want to dance in the rain just because they could. Made her feel like she was worth more than anything on the planet. But apparently she wasn't worth all that much, because she hadn't been enough.

Waverly glanced down at her phone buzzing on the end table beside her, a selfie of her and Nicole under the caller i.d. Her girlfriend was smiling at her while she laughed at something funny someone had said. She couldn't remember the joke.

Finally Waverly's stomach gave in, and hot bile rose up in her throat and onto the floor as the phone kept ringing.

Nicole was driving faster than she knew she probably should have after she had dialed Waverly's number only to be greeted by her short sweet voice message Hi it's Waverly. Leave a message. Also if your Doc just hang up and don't worry about it. And Wynonna do not get into that car I'll be there as soon as I can. She couldn't help but smile at her girlfriend's voice, always assuming her sister probably only called her to get a ride back from a bar. She hoped she wasn't too beat up by the time she got back to the homestead.

Her tires finally let off the asphalt onto the Earp's gravel drive and she barreled out of the cruiser she had taken to work. At the door, she knocked harder than she intended, wincing at the noise.

Still, she almost leap at Wynonna, expecting for her to be her petite girlfriend when the worn door swung open. "Wyno-"

"Give me one reason why I don't turn this on you." Wynonna already had Peacemaker in her hands, a little too close to aiming at Nicole's thigh for any form of comfort.

"What?" She started at her incredulously. "Wynonna are you okay? How much have you had to drink?"

"I'm perfectly sober thank you you cheating bitch."

Her words felt like a slap in Nicole's face. "Excuse me?"
"Oh honey I've been with enough douchebags like you to not fall for the innocent and hurt act."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I would never cheat on anyone! I would never cheat on Waverly! Never!" She couldn't believe this. She couldn't believe that that was the conclusion they had come to. Just because she had walked out? Yeah, it had been weird, but...did Waverly really distrust her this much?

Wynonna sized her up and down. "Is that what you tell Jacob?"

Nicole was stunned for a quick second before she could put together what Wynonna was saying. She took a step back to lean her head again one of the beams holding the porch's little roof up. Deep breaths. It's okay. You can work this out.

"Jacob Fernstien is about as gay as I am and probably hasn't touched a woman except his mother in years."

"Is that why you were gabbing on about him with Sheriff stick ass when he sent you flowers?"

"Waverly sent me those flowers. They were from her. There was an apology letter and there shouldn't have been and it's all so complicated. Please," Nicole turned back to Wynonna, who had slipped Peacemaker back into the holster at her hip. "Let me see her. I can make this all right." Wynonna still eyed her warily, letting them stall in the doorway. Nicole gulped down a swallow, her throat closing up already, "Wynonna I would never hurt her like that. You have to believe me. It's just all a big misunderstanding…" She trailed off. She didn't know how much Waverly had told her sister about the night that had started all of this.

There was a clang from inside, like something very heavy was knocked over, followed by a soft "ow." "Wait here," Wynonna sighed, and turned back into the house.

"Babygirl, what are you doing?" She found her sister upside down attempting to tug on a pair of boots, still on the couch that she had somehow managed to flip over.

"I am going over to that Fernstien's house and giving him a piece of my mind." Waverly huffed, finally getting the boot on her foot and hopping back onto her feet.

"Uh...I don't know if that's a good idea." Under the stink of vomit on her breath, Wynonna could detect the telltale scent of alcohol. She must have raided the booze cabinet after Wynonna left when she screamed at her to leave her alone.

"Well I don't care!" Waverly twirled. "Either he's as big a chump as I am and doesn't know or he's just as conniving-"

"You know what? You're right." Wynonna ushered her towards the door. "You should go and talk to him right now. Just walk out onto the porch and go."

"Thank you." Waverly breathed. She definitely couldn't hold her liquor as well as her sister. Either that or she had way more than was healthy.

She yanked open the door with her sloppy fingers and froze.

There was her girlfriend. Soon-to-be-ex girlfriend, she amended. All perfect red braid, white stetson turning in her hands, and kind eyes that made her swoon. Waverly glared.

Nicole tried to force on a smile, but she was too nervous. Making her hand force itself into a weak wave she went for a quiet, "Hi," sounded on the breath of her heart.

For all her efforts, though, she was rewarded with a pounding right hook.