A/N: The words that are italicized are flashbacks! :)

Chapter 2

"There's no cigarettes, alcohol, or drugs allowed in the room. If any of these are found in your room, three days in solitary. But you've been in a couple of these before. You must know the drill by now." The guard said with a tired expression. "Here's your room, 4563."

She unlocked the door and let the young girl inside.

"You'll have someone come back in the night with your medication. Sleep tight," The woman left the girl in the room.

Wynonna slowly walked into the room that was as small and cold as a cell. She would know. Though, the room was better than some she stayed in. Not as good as others. The major difference was that this Institution had a roommate situation. Something she definitely wasn't used to.

She tried to ignore the other girl in the room when sat down on her bed that was as hard as stone. It wasn't hard to ignore her. It was dark in the room. Apparently, natural light was the only thing used in this place. She guessed that a lightbulb of some sort could be used as a weapon.

"The comforter is scratchy," The other girl said and leaned up from her bed. "I can show you where you can get a good blanket tomorrow."

Wynonna didn't expect the pleasantries. Most of her experiences with other kids at these sort of places were odd. But then again, most of the time people were so drugged that they could barely form sentences.

"I don't do the talking thing," Wynonna whispered as she laid back on the bed. "I'm not going to tell you my sob story or have some bonding moment with you."

The roommate remained silent for a few seconds before responding. "We don't have to talk. You don't have to tell me your story. We can just silently brood in here until we get discharged or sent to yet another hell hole. That's totally fine with me. Thoughtful angst is always good. Makes the time go by quick."

Wynonna almost laughed. Something she hadn't done in a long time.

Wynonna decided to take her to the barn. No one knew about Quinn, and she would like for it to stay that way. For as long as possible, at least.

"You hiding me, 'Nonna?" Quinn asked when the brunette closed the barn doors.

Wynonna ignored the question and sat down on the hay and waited for Quinn to do the same. "Tell me what happened, Quinn. When did you get that thing on your neck? And why did it burn me?"

The blonde sighed and laid down on the hay.

"I was staying in New York. I had a good job, I had friends. I was working for this small time magazine company. I was happy, Wyn. Everything finally seemed to be going right for me. And then I started getting the nightmares again."

Wynonna pulled out a bottle of whiskey and started drinking directly from the bottle. She hoped that would warm her up slightly.

"The same nightmares as before?" The Heir asked her.

Quinn nodded and frowned. "Every time I woke up, I felt my neck burning. They scratched it into me. I'd wake up with blood on my pillows. And then I started feeling them everywhere. I didn't know what else to do. I never thought I'd be back here. In Purgatory."

"Preach it, sister," Wynonna muttered, feeling exactly the same way. She passed the bottle to Quinn who sat up and gladly chugged some down.

"And that's all I know, really. I just- you were the one that helped me last time. Before my parents sent me away." That caused Wynonna to go silent. Quinn silently hit herself for mentioning their past. She tried to change the subject and asked, "So your demons are real?"

Wynonna nodded and told her, "We call them revenants. I kill them with my big ass gun. It's the only thing that can kill them. And I'm the only one that can use the gun. But there are other demons out there. Especially in Purgatory. So it would make sense if you picked something up when you lived here."

"But I haven't been back here in years. Not since…" She trailed off, knowing that she didn't have to explain it.

"I'm not the smart one in the team. The symbol on your neck, it's familiar. My sister, she knows all about that kind of thing. Or some other people in my team-"

"Team?" Quinn asked, an amused smile forming from her lips. "You have a team, Wy? You aren't a lone wolf in this?"

Wynonna shrugged, not wanting to admit how important her team was to her. "They followed me, Q. I didn't really have a choice in the matter."

Her use of the nickname 'Q' almost brought tears to both of their eyes. They stared into each other's eyes. There was so much unresolved tension between them, it was incredible. Everything between them was so unresolved.

"They must be really important to you," Quinn whispered, her eyes never leaving the brunette's. No, their eye contact wouldn't break now. Everything had to be intense between them It was like an unspoken rule of their complex relationship.

"They're my family," Wynonna confessed. She didn't lie to Quinn. That was another rule of theirs. No lying. "They try to save me from myself. They don't normally succeed."

"Still a mess, 'Nonna?"

"Always, Q."

Wynonna laid down on the hay and Quinn followed suit.

"They're going to ask so many questions that I'm not ready for," The Heir complained with a short groan. "It's not you, Quinn. It's just that I don't want to deal with them. Waverly will be worried, Haught will try to comfort her, and possibly me, and Dolls will ask so many questions, and Jeremy will be awkward trying to figure out what to say, and Doc…" Wynonna stopped rambling and sighed.

Quinn stared at her with surprise laced in her eyes. "That means they care about you."

"I don't want them to care, Q."

Quinn rolled her eyes and replied, "I know, Wyn. You never want anyone to care. That's your problem."

"One of many."

"You're not broken, Wynonna. You're not a lost cause."

Wynonna snorted and got up from the ground. It was getting too real for her. Too personal. "You don't even know what has happened."

"It doesn't matter, Wyn. I know you."

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