I am so sorry about the formatting problems on chapter 1! I fixed them over a week back, but considering how much time passed, I'm sure I frightened away most of my audience. I only noticed after I got so much more response and quicker on the other site.
Also, I normally don't explain anything ahead, but considering how common character bashing is in fanfics I will warn you that the Wynonna acting like a jerk ahead is not the norm. I am structing this in a semi-episodic format. Each chapter (very roughly) corresponds to an episode of this hypothetical season. This is the classic point where the hero (well, our hero of the story is Waverly. But you get my point) lets the stress of events get the better of them. She will be back to normal in no time.
The moment they crossed the threshold into the bedroom, Waverly pushed her taller lover against the doorframe and caught her lips in a fierce kiss.
"She is powerful and beautiful. A worthy partner in hunting down the revenants, and a desirable lover."
Waverly was in no mood to address her strange thoughts right now, so merely pushed it to the back of her head and span Nicole towards the bed mid kiss. She fumbled to unbutton the cop's shirt as Nicole broke their lips apart for just a fraction of a second to pull Waverly's off over her head.
Waverly could feel her wetness grow. She was desperate for Nicole, she needed this, to reclaim her girlfriend after the ruthless attempt by fate to taker her away. She swiftly pulled the redhead's pants down and pushed her back onto the bed.
"Fuck me." She husked.
Nicole was momentarily shocked by her typically adorable girlfriend acting so aggressive. However, her own need helped her to quickly recover. She reversed their positions by grabbing Waverly, pulling her onto the bed, and rolling on top of her.
"If you insist." She confidently smirked.
She pulled off Waverly's skirt and panties and made a show of slowly dragging her fingers up the smaller girl's leg before they reached her center. Sliding two inside, she began to thrust.
"Oh yeeeesssss." Waverly moaned, immensely relieved to finally feel her lover inside.
As the smaller girl reveled in the sensation of her lover, she gripped onto her tightly, clawing at her back. Nicole hissed at the slight pain, only using it to fuel her thrusts into her girlfriend.
"Harder!" Waverly gasped.
Nicole gladly complied. Using her thumb to circle Waverly's clit while powerfully pumping her fingers in the smaller girl.
As she felt the peaking sensations wash over her, Waverly bit down on Nicole's neck, hard. Her cries were muffled by the redhead's neck as she came so powerfully as to almost pass out.
Nicole rolled off her lover and chuckled as she rubbed the sore, angry red spot on her neck.
"Flattering. Painful, but flattering."
Waverly's eyes shot wide open as she looked at the mark she'd left in shock.
"Oh my god! Did I hurt you?" She blurted out.
"It's nothing serious, just a hickey. I'm just used to you being more of an 'adorable little gay bean' than a 'dangerous sex tiger'." Nicole joked.
Waverly blushed uncontrollably.
"Seriously? Adorable little gay bean? Are you a walking Tumblr post?" She managed a sarcastic eye roll even through her red face.
"Well, I have one. But I just like to think it fits you. And also, there are things I would much rather be doing right now than walking." Nicole cockily kissed her girlfriend on the cheek.
"Well then, I guess we had better get to those things."
Waverly slid down to between the redhead's legs.
The next morning she woke up before Nicole.
She stared at her peaceful, beautiful face. Enjoyed slowly watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She enjoyed the sight of Nicole, vulnerable yet at peace.
It was actually the first time. Waverly had never stayed the night before, there relationship had never even been in the open after all.
"She is so perfect. I should just bring her into it to help me. She is police after all. Just tell her 'hey, I just shot my sister. Want to help hide the body?'"
Waverly almost giggled, just barely holding it in to not wake up Nicole.
"Okay, seriously. That wouldn't work. I could tell her a revenant did it, and that we should cover it up so that they don't find out the heir is dead. That might work. Then we finish them off together. Me and my awesome girlfriend."
It took a few more minutes of passively watching her sleeping lover before Waverly even realized what had happened.
"Good grief Wave's! This is messed up and very serious. I am now literally daydreaming about how to have my girlfriend help me murder my sister. I need to figure this out."
"Good morning babe."
She nearly jumped on hearing Nicole's voice and feeling a light kiss on her cheek.
"Good morning." She quickly put on a smile.
"I've got to get to the station. You wouldn't believe the backup of work cops have after a mass poisoning, bar fight, and demon attack. So you're looking for witches today?"
"Yeah. I wish you could come along." Waverly pouted.
"Well, we are supposed to be canvassing the outskirts to clean up the mess Bobo left behind. So I might just be able to swing riding along for part of the inevitable."
"That would be awesome. Just so you know, I think Wynonna is going to try to have a talk about our relationship, so be ready for her to pounce and give you the whole 'threatening your life speech' anytime now." The shorter girl warned in amused exasperation.
The redhead chuckled. "I'll be ready. Don't worry about it though, Wynonna thinks I'm great, we shared some drinks. Which in Wynonna's world, is most definitely the highest form of bonding. She probably would have tried to hook you up with me if she'd known you were bi." She teased a blushing Waverly. "Anyway, come to think of it, why didn't she do anything like that for Champ?"
"How do you know she didn't?" Waverly countered.
"Because Boy-man would have hopped the first bus out of town the moment she pointed Peacemaker his way."
Waverly giggled at the mental image. "Fair point. I guess she probably figured it wouldn't matter. He would have let me down no matter what."
"Well, another minute and I'm going to be late." Nicole kissed her girlfriend one more time for good measure. "You go find a witch. I'll go prevent trailer trash biker demons from murdering innocents. You know, normal jobs"
Waverly laughed.
Waverly and Wynonna were riding from house to house on the outskirts of town. At each place they did their best to identify the current owner and check them against Waverly's list of likely witches. Doc had opted to stay home, having had more than his fill of witches for a lifetime.
"So, you and Nicole?"
Waverly knew it was coming. This was the obvious time. She wasn't nervous talking to her sister about her relationship, Wynonna had endured her dating Champ of all people. No, she was actually much more nervous about just being around Wynonna at all considering her errant thoughts lately.
"Yep."
"Well, how long has that been happening? You two gave absolutely no sign of it. How did you even meet? We've been pretty busy ever since I showed up. I may not be the most attentive big sister, but I'm pretty sure I would have noticed you two going out on dates." Wynonna seemed curious about having been out of the loop.
"Well, officially we've been a couple for only about a week now. It happened soon after you escaped the Ripper. We met right after you came back to town. It kind of involved Nicole coming in to Shorty's and a very wet shirt." Waverly blushed very slightly at the memory. Wynonna raised a brow. "And no, we haven't exactly got to date much yet. However, we weren't really subtle. At all. I told you we were going to the poker spectacular, you caught us right after obviously making out in Nedley's office, and I pretty obviously hinted at it after all of that." She answered Wynonna's questions one at a time.
"Whoa, whoa. Wait a moment." The older sister protested. "That all looked like friend stuff. Are you seriously calling me oblivious? I'm pretty damn sure no one else beat me to that conclusion."
"Dolls knew. Doc knew. Gus knew. Willa knew. Champ knew, and that's before he revealed it to everyone else in town. Wynonna, you were literally the last person in the Ghost River Triangle to learn." She observed.
"Dolls?! That ass!" Wynonna cursed. "He has literally no social graces, unless you count looking great without a shirt, and he still somehow figured it out without telling me?"
"Yep. Pretty sure he was the first."
Wynonna grumbled some more before speaking up. "So I'm sorry for being a little bit distracted slaying demons and breaking our family curse to pay attention to my little sis's dating life. Anyway, I don't approve of you dating someone like that."
"Huh?" Waverly was honestly confused. What was there to dislike about her? Would Wynonna actually object to the fact that Haught was gay?
"A cop." Wynonna looked at her like it was obvious. "Duh! I don't exactly have a great relationship with authority figures. My parole officer, Nedley—at least until a few days ago-, any number of cops across America and Europe. Definitely not a good relationship. Keeping one around the house? Bad idea."
Waverly laughed softly. "I don't think you can talk me out of dating her just so you can keep your bad girl rep. Besides, Nicole already told me you two bonded in the usual Earp fashion."
"Oh yeah, that." Wynonna recalled the event. "She thinks I have a top shelf ass."
"Wait, and you still didn't know she was gay?" Waverly was flabbergasted. Also, slightly annoyed that her girlfriend was probably hitting on her sister while drunk.
"Wave's, everyone thinks I have a great ass. I've never met a breathing person who doesn't think I have a great ass. If noticing that I have a great ass made a woman gay, no straight women would be left in my wake. Also, I now know that I totally could have landed those sweet dimples before you if I weren't too straight." Her older sister boasted.
Waverly was caught between laughter at her sister's ego, and a slight lingering jealousy.
"Sure. Let me just take a wild guess, she spent the night wishing I would date better people? Like her?" She smugly smiled.
"Okay, fair point. In hindsight, she might have been wishing it was your ass. Still could have had her." Wynonna conceded.
"While drunk!" The younger sister shouted.
"And pining." The older added. "Still counts."
The two argued in that vein until arriving at their next target. At nearly the same time as they pulled up at the small farmhouse, Haught's cop car pulled up alongside them.
Wynonna noticed Waverly's glowing smile as she rushed up to greet her girlfriend.
"You made it!"
"I did." Haught was sporting her own smile. "Covered some of the farmhouses out here on my way. As we worried, some of the revenants took advantage of the chaos that night for looting and violence. I took a few reports from the farmers to send back to Nedley, most of it will just be a matter for the insurance companies. Not much evidence to go on for which revenant did what, really the only matter will be rounding up the remainders. How's the search gone on your end?"
"Well… Slowly." Waverly confessed.
"She means we've found one that's been dead for three years, and one is a distinctly non-magical retired tax accountant." Wynonna explained.
"I'm still looking into that one." Waverly insisted.
"Yeah, that wasn't a cover identity. They retired here just a few years ago, when their grandkids moved out. Trust me officer, they had more than enough photos to prove it." She looked almost pleadingly at Nicole while saying the last part, like she had just escaped a truly terrifying ordeal.
"I expected a few gaps in my research. This is tracing another hundred years farther back than I had to for the revenants. We just need to keep trying and I promise we'll find one." Waverly was determined to follow this through and lead right.
"I know." Her older sister relented. "I'm not trying to tear you down Wave's. I mean, I'm on Doc's side. I don't want another magical crazy making things even more complicated. But if you think this is the best way, I'm with you."
"Thank you." Waverly was sincerely happy to know Wynonna understood.
The three of them approached the house, a small, reasonably well kept ranch house, and knocked on the door. Shortly, the door was answered by a Latina woman who appeared to be in her late twenties, slender with slightly unique features. Waverly guessed it was from a small share of Pueblo Indian heritage; that is, if she was correct.
"My, my. The Earps and police come together now. That is unexpected." The woman mused as she opened the door.
"Oh we 'come together' now." Waverly covered her mouth and snickered involuntary. Thankfully no one seemed to notice.
"Victoria Aragon?" Nicole actually took the lead.
"Yes?" Victoria seemed more amused by their visit than anything else as she leaned against the doorframe.
"I'm here to make sure everyone is safe and accounted for after the tragedy in town just the day before yesterday. Quite a few of the criminals working under Del Rey took the opportunity for robbery and mayhem." The officer explained. "The Earps are here on their own separate mission on behalf of the U.S. Marshals Black Badge Division."
"I have no damage to report. The hellspawned know to leave me alone. Clootie could perhaps have been a bigger threat, what with having slain The Blacksmith, but you dealt with her well enough."
The three women were left in shock at her knowledge of the situation, and blunt honesty about it.
"Well then. I see we won't need to do much to explain the situation." Waverly said in a bemused manner.
"Yeah. And it means she could already be on their side." Wynonna grumbled.
Victoria just brushed it off.
"Why don't you come inside?" She smiled and posed the offer to Waverly and Nicole. "And of course your stunning sister, reluctant as she may be."
Waverly smirked at the obvious calculated effort to make Wynonna uncomfortable.
"A low blow, but Sis struck first. Maybe she can teach Wynonna some manners."
They shuffled inside, the older Earp mumbling something unintelligible the whole way.
The living room was both impeccably neat, and entirely mundane looking. The only possible sign of her profession was a mahogany cabinet holding herbal oils and a candle diffuser.
"What brings you to look for magical assistance? The Earp heirs have always been very consistent about following the same exact route to breaking your curse." She inquired.
"We're actually not here about the revenants." Waverly began.
"Yeah, I can handle shooting supernatural threats." Wynonna interjected.
"Actually," Waverly sternly spoke over her sister. "We're here to see if you can divine the location of our companion, Xavier Dolls."
"Black Badge, Like you?" Waverly nodded to her question. "Their bases are warded against seeing. It is a challenge, but not impossible. I will need to trace his path through secondhand trails; his imprint on the Earth. It will be slow, and complex. I will need payment. And, of course, a focus from the subject."
All three women exchanged glances with each other while Waverly accepted the badge from Wynonna and handed it to Victoria.
"What do you charge?" Waverly asked the obvious first.
"Money is always good." The witch deadpanned. "I'll give you a bill. However, now that you mention it, some of the ammolite crystals from the Earp homestead could certainly buy you a discount. They could easily have absorbed some of your family's power, and curse."
"We can do that." Waverly nodded.
"Good then. Leave the rest to me."
"Fine by us, I don't need another witch up my ass." Wynonna grumbled, heading for the door.
"Really, you are welcome to keep me company. It is a fine ass and I would very much like to be on it." The witch called her out.
Nicole caught herself making a hum of agreement. Waverly simultaneously smacked her arm with the back of her hand, yet chuckled herself. Wynonna turned around with her hand on her gun.
"Look you creep. You are acting just like the drunk bikers who hit on my sister in the bar, and I'm more than happy to beat their asses, give me a reason not to give you a turn." She kept her voice even as she offered her threat.
"No, you are the insensitive, excuse me, ass making a fool of herself like a bar drunk. You sought to intimidate me from the moment you came to my doorstep seeking my services. You judged me and demonized me before you had even seen me. I treated you accordingly." Victoria responded with every condescension she could muster.
Wynonna held her anger for a moment before looking deflated.
"Fine! You want the simple truth, I have a problem with magical stuff, people, whatever." She through her arms up in the air, adding random emphasis to her reluctant apologetic confession. "Revenants screw up our family forever, Constance screwed up Doc, now it seems Dolls may have something going on, and it gets him taken to some messed up lab to be experimented on. Every time something even the slightest damn bit supernatural touches my life it goes to hell, and takes someone else there with it."
She stormed out with a mumbled apology, leaving an awkward Waverly and Nicole standing in the room with the bruja.
"I think she is making progress. Too bad that she must suffer such troubles. I honestly meant that she is beautiful, inside and out." Victoria offered as she turned to retire to another room.
The others politely let themselves out.
"So, that happened." Waverly eventually broke the silence in the car.
Wynonna sighed. "I'm sorry I made myself look like a jerk. It's just… really stressful. Willa's gone, Dolls is gone, even Shorty's death is still messing with my head." She laughed. "Hell, I think knowing Bobo's dead is doing it's own share. Everybody is going away Sis, just like I did to you. It's just like I've been punishing myself this whole time. I almost wonder if that's what the curse is really supposed to do."
Waverly shook her head.
"Self-centered maybe, but I've really never known Sis to be a drama queen."
"We're not leaving you Wynonna. You started this whole thing alone, if you don't count leather jackets. Now you have Doc, me, Nicole, and we're going to get Dolls too. You're gaining friends 'Nonna, not losing them."
Wynonna managed a slight smile through the obvious tears she was holding back.
"Thanks Wave's. I'll… try letting you visit what's her name in the future. You're good at handling people. I just fuck them up, or fuck them."
"You sell yourself way too short, but I'll let it slide until your ready." She reached across the car seat to give her sister a quick hug when the car was stopped.
"Hey, one last thing." The older one quietly spoke up a few minutes later. "Why didn't you tell me about you and Nicole? Did you really think I'd be ashamed you were gay?"
Waverly sighed. "No Wynonna, not really. I was ashamed and afraid for myself. It was a lot to come to terms with, dating Nicole. I reflected my fears onto other people. By hiding from you, I could keep on some level hiding it from myself."
"I still can't believe you would let me know you were dating Champ. I'm never going to be fully comfortable with a cop, but Champ?! I can honestly say that I would do Nicole before I would touch King-of-the-Fuckboys." Wynonna joked.
The sisters went back into the homestead.
"Come on. Let's get drunk enough that I can forget I just left a second witch wanting to kill me."
"Okay, that has been far too many jokes about doing my girlfriend for one day. I think I'll take you up on that drink."