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Comments

[middlefinger]

It's possible. [She takes a step in closer now.] If I needed a quick shot, you'd be the one to call.

[which is at least true, there's few people as good at shooting as doc was, that might end up being important here.

but she's also way too amused at herself for the double entendre and might be having a hard time not laughing at it.

she's a real catch, this one.]

[wildwest]

Proud of yourself for that one, aren't ya?

[ look, he can't throw stones. he's something of a walking, ageless disaster in his own right, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[middlefinger]

I am. When you're good, you're good.

[It's said with a small shrug of her shoulders. She can't help herself sometimes.]

[wildwest]

[ doc reaches out with the hand that's not still intertwined with hers to brush the backs of his fingers against her cheek. ]

That you are.

[middlefinger]

[oh no. wynonna is like a puppy starved for attention how is she supposed to resist. she doesn't. she leans into the touch.]

At least someone thinks I'm amusing.

[wildwest]

Among other things.

[ he's not one to pass up an open invitation such as this, cupping her cheek in his palm. ]

I know we had important business to attend to back in Purgatory, but this wondrous place might just be the holiday you need.

[middlefinger]

[the moment he mentions purgatory her brow furrows a little. she thinks of dolls out there, alone and struggling against...whatever he really is. she thinks of waverly. of black badge. of the monsters willa let in.

can she really just take a break from that? it was her job, she's not just a marshall, she's the earp heir, it's a title she was not only born into but one she fought for.

still, she's tired. she's been so tired and sad and lonely and trying to keep it together. maybe it would be okay just to keep this for herself for a moment. she's never gotten a lot of nice moments. not since she killed her father and they sent her away.]

They say time doesn't work the same here. They won't even know we're gone.

[wildwest]

[ he sees it, the moment his unwelcome reminder drags her back down to the reality they are unwittingly avoiding simply by being here right now. ]

That is what they say, so what's the harm in indulging? [ his voice softens. ] You're tired, Wynonna.

[middlefinger]

[she is tired. she's so tired and lonely and lately it's felt like she's had no one to talk to. dolls is gone. waverly has nicole. doc has been busy, and while she knows why now it doesn't change the hole that's been in her chest lately. the hole that has always been there. she's damaged goods and eventually people get tired of her and she's alone again. she couldn't save willa (again). she couldn't save dolls. it's been too much.

but she isn't alone now. here. doc is here and he's warm and soft and it's so nice not to have to pretend like she has it all together. because she doesn't. she doesn't have anything together.

she feels her eyes water and she tries to bat the tears away.]

You're right. I'm really tired.

[wildwest]

Hey now—

[ doc pulls her to him, reaching up to remove his hat as he does so. it falls to the ground at their feet, discarded. and as he moves in a slight semi-circle to pull them into the nearest room out of a desire to give her the privacy she deserves (for all too often, she is on display, standing center stage), it's left lying in the hall outside the door. ]

[middlefinger]

[she's not expecting the warmth of his arms around her, the shock of contact. it's not that no one ever hugs her -- she and waverly hug all the time, but this is different. wynonna doesn't tend to be the one people comfort; she has to be strong and hold things together.

this isn't the first time doc has used privacy to make sure she was okay. she remembers how he stayed and lingered after they slept together after what happened with jack. he knew she was still coming back from it.

her fingers curl around the material of his shirt, her head resting on his shoulder as she finally lets go, a few tears falling from her eyes.]

[wildwest]

Let it out, love. You don't need to hold onto it so fiercely. Not here. Not with me.

[ doc strokes her hair soothingly, holding her while she cries. it's something she's needed to do, in his humble opinion, since the opening of the ghost river triangle. however brief that even might have been, it still happened. and being forced to put down her sister, along with the events leading up to that traumatic action, have left scars upon scars. no one person should ever be expected to endure as much as she has in the span of a mere few weeks, nevermind remain strong in the aftermath.

sorrow is not weakness. it's a necessary expression, one that reminds them they're still human, a step above the revenants, demons, and other assorted criminals they hunt. ]

[middlefinger]

[it's not just willa, though a lot of it is that. but killing her brought up a lot of old feelings, feelings she's held onto since the night she accidentally killed her father, since she lost willa the first time. feelings she held onto after she was sent away and everyone thought she was crazy so she thought she would just prove them right and act out and do shitty stuff.

and while burning up willa's stuff had offered some closure there was still a lot of open wounds there. wounds wynonna isn't sure will even completely heal.

but it feels nice for once to just let them out. it feels like a long time passes where she just stands there, clinging to him and crying until she finally lifts her head, bringing a hand up to wipe away some of the tears.

she probably looks red faced and gross. awesome.]

Thanks.

[wildwest]

[ doc's answer is to simply shake his head in dismissal of her gratitude. no thanks required, earp. you needed this, and better it him than some poor unwitting fellow who'd experience her grief in the form of being pistol whipped or bedded and discarded. ]

You relax while you're here, alright? Let me worry about finding a way outta this place.

[middlefinger]

[it's true, historically speaking wynonna doesn't always find the best outlets for her grief. even the last time she tried to kiss doc had been more about how sad and alone she felt that anything else.

Still, it's hard to just agree to let him take care of things, she's so used to being the one to do that.

Maybe for once it's okay that she doesn't.]

Okay

[wildwest]

Good.

[ he drags his thumbs across the apples of her cheeks in attempt to dry her tears. ]

No revenants to put down [ to his knowledge, but let's not go there just yet ], no need to be just the heir.

[middlefinger]

It's been a while since I could be just Wynonna, not since I came back from Athens.

[there's a reason why Wynonna traveled to halfway around the world, she needed distance from her family, from her reputation, from the people who ostracized her and locked her up for something that wasn't her fault.]

[wildwest]

[ athens? doc's hands still, coming to rest on her shoulders. he hasn't spoken greek in years, not since his schooling, but he can recall enough to utter: ]

Ζήσατε στην Ελλάδα?

[middlefinger]

[it surprises her to hear him speak Greek -- she had no idea he knew it at all.]

Ναί. Έζησα εκεί για τρία χρόνια. Επρεπε να φύγω.

[wildwest]

[ there's a lot you don't know about him, wynonna. and apparently plenty he didn't know about you. touché. ]

Why'd you have to leave?

[middlefinger]

Everyone knew about me in Purgatory. They knew everything I had ever done and they wouldn't ever let me live it down. Worse, it was dragging Waverly down with me, I left for her sake as much as my own.

[wynonna is the textbook example of tell someone they're bad or crazy enough and they start living up to it. the people in purgatory never gave her the chance to do anything else. even her own aunt had seen her as too broken to save.]

[wildwest]

Almost like someone had written a book about you or had Valor Kiln [ that's val kilmer, doc, but carry on ] play you in some picture. We've all got our stories, darlin'. Our demons, those things we wish everyone would just forget. Doesn't do you a lick of good to run, especially when you're more valuable here than away. ...or in Purgatory, rather, bein' that we're here and not there.

[middlefinger]

Val Kilmer. [there's a beat and then.] the difference is most people don't know you're Doc Holliday, you're just a legend to them. I'm real. I don't get to pretend to be anyone else, I didn't back then. I couldn't stand the constant stares and whispers, the people who never expected anything out of me but to be the crazy chick who killed her father.

[it had been too heavy. she never wanted to come back to Purgatory but home called her back the way it always does with Earps.]

I'm not running anymore. It's different now. I have Waverly. And you. And -- [She wants to say Dolls but they don't even know where he is. She tries to push on.]

I have people I want to fight for, now.

[wildwest]

Legends aren't necessarily true. [ he frequently argued with shorty's patrons over that very thing, whether they be mythical "truths" about himself or wyatt and his brothers. things people assumed, things history let them assume. things that often far from the actual truth. ] Nor are the horrible things they say about you.

[ doc takes hold of her chin, forcing her gaze up. ] You've done things, yes, but those things were all part of this mess you and you're family's in. It's not pretty and it ain't gonna get any prettier any time soon, but it's your history and they don't have the luxury of living through it as you do. You've saved their asses how many times now? They may not know it, but you are the best thing to happen to Purgatory in a long, long time.

One day they'll see. One day they'll see all the things I d— All the things we do.

[middlefinger]

[A bright, playful smile tugs at her lips at his little slip. Like she would ever let him live that down.]

What was that, Doc? I didn't quite catch it.