Holliday With The Earps

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't pretend anymore. Pretend that all of this didn't hurt. He had his hopes up one too many times and he needed to leave. So when Kate texted him, it was the perfect excuse to depart. He excused himself, rose from the table, grabbed his hat and coat, and was on his way out. He had been in the Christmas spirit before . . . before. Before the emotions came out. The vulnerability.

Usually, Doc knew that they would just move on from this. That whatever disagreements they had, they would work through. But somehow, this time felt different. It wasn't so easy to move on and forget. Once Doc was outside he lit a cigarillo, and started to make his way to the car. He heard the door open but didn't bother to look back. Could have been Waverly. Could have been Jeremy. The last person he expected it would be, was Wynonna. So he just kept moving forward.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

Damn it. Wynonna watched him walk out of the room, and taking his stupid hat with him. She didn't want to him to leave. It was Christmas! This was her family. Mama, Wav, Jeremy, Nicole, AND him. She wanted him here! Especially him. But she hated that he had a wife. She hated he hid her from her. She hated that he flirted with her and slept with big nose Kate. She really hated how he sat beside Kate when they went to talk to her and then Kate was all 'Oh you left this here the other night'. That he'd went to hell and hadn't talked to her about it and all she could wonder was if he'd talked to Kate about it. Stupid! She was stupid.

She hated that she still didn't think she was good enough to be with him. Even after this.

Pushing up from the table, Wynonna stomped after his sexy ass, and cowboy swagger. The snow muted her steps as she hurried after him, but knowing him he heard it anyway. Getting in front of him she half rested half crashed against the door of Charlene and folded her arms over her chest in a manner that was both upset and self protecting. "You leaving? It's Christmas." She repeated herself. "What is so important you can't spend time with the family?"

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc was so lost in his mind, he didn't pay attention to how the footsteps behind him drew nearer, stopping in his tracks only when Wynonna suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking access to his car. Part of him just wanted to ignore her and step around her. The other part of him . . . the stronger part of him, knew he needed to say it. But would it even do any good? Or would this be the last emotionally driven conversation they had?

The nagging 'what if' questions rang in his mind and knew that at this point, he had nothing more to lose with her. Could he say anything to make things worse than what they currently were? "Why does it matter to you?" He retorted, somewhat rhetorically. "You made things perfectly clear, Wynonna. So why don't you go back in there with your family." Emphasizing that it was her family. Not his. He moved to step around her, dropping his cigarillo on the ground before he turned to her once again, not even having planned to say anything else. "What is it exactly that you want from me?" He demanded, his voice getting stronger, the feelings of upset emerging, and hating that there was so much emotion behind it but unable to stop himself.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

Her family? Since when had he not thought of this as his family too? Stubborn son of a bitch! He went to move around her, and she slid over so her butt was resting over the handle and he couldn't open the door without physically moving her. Which he seemed to realize because he demanded an answer to what she wanted from him. The easiest and the hardest. Because the answer was easy, but the reality was chaotic and shit.

"Don't be an ass, you know everyone in that house sees you are apart of this. Jeremy especially!" He was deeply rooted in this. She couldn't do this without him here. Not without loosing herself to her own darkness. As for the other question . . .

She didn't know how to answer him. Didn't know what to say to make him stay. She knew he loved her. He had been open about that before. He wanted her to admit it too but she couldn't. Admitting it out loud would only make this harder. When she dropped her guard people died. Daddy. Willa. Will again. Dolls. Waverly almost a 100 times! He died once because he was so hell bent on protecting her. If she let him do it again she could loose him. And this time she'd remember it. "I want you to go in there and eat the cranberry sauce. I want to make stupid faces at you as you realize it sucks!" She wanted to be happy with him around. There was another moment of prolonged silence. "I want you here." NEED him here.

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Apart of this. Yes. Everyone may see him as a part of this. But, that didn't answer his question. He wanted to know how she saw him. He wanted to be a part of something more than just a team fighting demons and hunting down Bulshar. The emotional strain had become too much and he knew he was at his breaking point after years of trying. Years of hoping. "Is that all you want?" He asked in an almost snippy tone. Surface level things. Eating dinner. Taking it moment by moment, just as they always did. Pretending like nothing was building under the surface.

Well, as Doc had previously established, he couldn't do it anymore. "For what?" He said, his tone sharper than usual. "To be your backup?" She hadn't even called him when she had a lead; instead, relied on a stranger's help. "Even that doesn't seem to be the case anymore." He knew he should stop talking and just leave . . . but things were unravelling between them and he wasn't sure they'd be the same if this conversation wasn't had. "Why do you want me here?" He asked, looking for a more direct answer. He wanted her to say something, anything about them. Not as a team, but the something more than he felt they were . . . or could be.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

Is that all she wanted? For him to be a major part of her life? Yes! These little moments she had with people were rare and few and far between. She cherished them with ever fiber of her body! Needed them more then air to help her fight off the crazy that was so deep in her bones she was scared of it. She needed him here for that. For the daily moments, not just for the bad. For the good too.

Back up? Was this about Charlie or Dolls? Did he even know? He asked it again. She shifted her feet and looked away, out into the distance while trying to summon up a answer that protected them both since her ignoring of it easier had only upset him. It wasn't fair of him to ask this of her when he had a wife waiting int he wings. She wanted to snap at him for it. He slept with another woman and while they were not exclusive, and it might not be fair, that hurt! She didn't know how to trust him with her heart. Anyone with it. She'd been alone since Daddy. "I want you here! I want you sitting at the table and eating the stupid turkey with the rest of us! Opening presents with the rest of us! Getting drunk and enjoying the fact that we are all together!" She snapped back at him, getting angry as his tone became more persistent.

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Again; surface level. She wanted him here, with the others. But it did not answer his questions. And while he was used to her deflection, he wasn't accepting it anymore. They had been through too much, and had felt too much to let this be the remainder of their days. He needed something, anything. Any indication that maybe when the curse broke, something more could happen. Any emotional response as to what was holding her back. Anything but deflecting it to a simpler means; something he could easily give her. Time. Support.

But more than anything else, he had given her his love. His heart. And he needed to know now if it was for nothing. Or something. "Well that's not what I want!" He snapped back. Yes, perhaps it was selfish of him, but he needed to say it. Here and now, they needed to figure this out. "You know that I can give that to you in a heartbeat, but I can not just keep pretending and waiting." She was blocking access to his car and he decided to take advantage of that, for now. He stepped closer to her so that he was standing directly in front of her.

She could push him aside and walk off if she so desired. And that, would give him answer enough to his question. A question he had asked earlier and she had walked away from it. "So you look me in the eyes, right here and now and tell me you do not love me, and I'll stop." He would stop . . . expecting more. He knew every kiss they shared, every intimate moment they had . . . that it was real. But he needed to stop if this was not going beyond what it was. "I swear to you now if you say you do not, then I will not keep hoping. I will not kiss you, or touch you, or long for anything more." But he knew, that he would never stop loving her. He would just, stop waiting for her to love him back.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

He stepped closer and she got a little hope that maybe he would stay. Stupid brain. He told her to look into his eyes. To tell him that she didn't love him. She wanted too, for his sake but she couldn't. It would make things simpler but not better because she was a selfish dumb ass bitch and she couldn't let him go. She couldn't let him go.

She banged her head on the back of the car once and then pushed him back from her. "You're such an asshole!" WHY! Why did he had to push this! WHY ON CHRISTMAS! She wasn't stupid! There was very few people he knew out there and all but a limited FEW where in that house. Since Bobo-freaking-del Ray was in the bottom of a well, then that meant he was most likely texting his wife! She had bought him the damn phone so he could swap texties with his wife! NOW here he was demanding she tell him that she loved him! Well, he couldn't ride two horses with one ass!

"What do you want me to say, Doc?" She yelled at him, which was stupid because he HAD told her what he wanted her to say. "You want me to admit that I love you? FINE! I love you! There you go!" She felt the hot tears in her eyes but it didn't stop her from letting it all out. Everything. Some of it was related and the rest just came out like word vomit and sat there all gross between them. "It wont change anything! I wont change what I want and what I can give you! It wont change that I will probably get you killed because I can't multitask with my head and my heart! Because that is what happens to people who love Wynonna Earp! Or ANY Earp! Stupid freakin' Bobo loved Wyatt and now he is a demon! You loved Wyatt and spent 100 years in a muddy well! I got my Daddy killed--No, I killed him. Not a REVENANT, me. I left my sister to a cult for 15 years so she could be a psycho revenant's wife, and then killed her because that was easier then saving her. I got Dolls killed because I wouldn't let him go, and instead of getting himself help he let himself slowly die! I left my Mama mentally chained to a demon for 20 years--because like with Willa it was easier to give up then work to help her!! OH! AND I gave my daughter up because that was easier then being her mother!"

Stepping closer, and lowering her voice she finished. "So congratulations, Doc. I love you. And it's not going to end well for either of us." With that she moved to push past him and storm to the barn, because she needed to be alone and she needed a drink--and the barn would offer both!

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc remained silent as he took in every word that she said. And, she said what he longed to hear. Truth was, he wasn't sure if she was going to . . . admit it. But she had. She said she loved him, and while the moment was bittersweet . . . it was all he needed to hear in this moment. His heart did hurt for her; hearing all that she had lost, the guilt she carried with her. He knew in many moments that she came to him for support, for encouraging words and he would give her whatever morsels of wisdom he had. But right now, all he could do was listen. His eyes slightly glistened, practically feeling the pain of all she went through. He was here for some of it, but not all. And though he wished he could carry the burden of these emotions and . . . guilt, he couldn't.

But, he could be here for her. And that was what he intended to do. Despite having abruptly left, he knew that he would always be there for her, just in other ways than what they had grown almost too used to. As he told Bulshar, he would never stop fighting for the Earps. But hearing this now, hearing her admittance . . . he knew it should be a happy moment. One that made his heart swell, which, perhaps it did. But clouded with the pain she felt while saying it. And when she was done, she made her way to the barn. Leaving Doc standing there, full access to his car. His phone vibrated and he looked down at it. He knew he had to make a choice. Though deep down he already knew it; there was no choice. Despite what his actions may have suggested, he knew where his heart lay. Letting several moments linger, he quickly -- or what was quick for him -- sent a message to Kate and then made his way to the barn.

Pausing outside the door, he knew full well times when Wynonna needed her space, but he would not leave things the way they were. Much like how she had followed him out to his car despite his apparent desire for distance. The two of them knew each other better than that. Taking a deep breath he slowly opened the barn door, closing it behind him. He took off his hat as he took slow steps towards where she was sitting. Her back was against the wall, a bottle of whiskey in her hand, but it look unopened. He set his hat to the side and then crouched down in front of her, taking the bottle from her hand and also setting that to the side.

Abstaining from alcohol was not something he often encouraged or partook in . . . but this moment felt different. He reached out, placing his hand over hers and looking at her, whether she was looking back at him or not still crouched down in front of her. "I love you too, Wynonna Earp." Because of all she had said, that was what they needed to focus on right now. Whether she was afraid of losing him or not. Whether she felt her family curse had her losing the people she loved. Were their dangers getting involved with an Earp? Sure. But Doc would much rather spend his life fighting for them, then life a safe one without. "And I am here. For good."

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

The barn door opened and she closed her eyes, already knowing who it was. She knew from even before she yelled at him that this wasn't something he'd run from. He was too stubborn to run and that was going to get him killed. He was mortal now. She'd done that too! Already ruining it for him. Give me the ring and we will break it together and kill the demon and it there! THAT had gone to plan!

He took her whiskey and she moved her head to rest against the wall. It wasn't until he took her hand and spoke before she opened them. At first to stare up, but then to look at him. She just wanted him to eat the cranberry sauce! How did they get here? She wasn't sure what to say to him. How to make him understand that she couldn't let him get under her skin more then he was. That she couldn't drop her guard with him. The moment she did--the cruse or her own stupidity would get him killed. Not until this was done. Not until she killed every one of the revnants and sheriff clootie.

Sitting there, she slowly curled her fingers around his, taking in his strength so that she could be strong enough to send him to Kate big stupid nose or wherever he was so detrimend to get too.

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc was relieved to feel her hand gently squeeze his own. Truth was, he had no idea how she was going to react. They have never been in this position before and he had no idea if Wynonna had ever told a man that she loved him. Still, to know that she wasn't pulling away this time, that she wasn't rejecting him this time . . . it did mean a great deal. He gave a small, faint smile, letting their gaze linger upon each other for a few more moments, trying to think of what he could say in this moment. "I have many regrets in my life," he began to say.

"But loving an Earp has never been one of them." Of course in completely different ways. But he wanted her to know that. That despite what fate befell him for being so closely tied to Wyatt, he did not regret being loyal to him -- up until his betrayal. That part, he sorely regretted. And now, he did not regret loving Wynonna, despite whatever the future may hold. He knew there was not much he could say to bring her mind to ease about the others.

It was guilt she carried and he hoped that with time and gentle reminders, that burden of ease would guilt. He feared the weight of it may crush her . . . or perhaps it already was. Yet, she had said what he needed to hear, and he wouldn't hold any further expectation upon her. Almost teasingly, he then reached for the whiskey and placed it back in her hand, a small smile to go with his gesture as he slowly moved his own away from touching hers.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

He'd regret it for eternity when she got him sent to hell.

She didn't take the bottle, instead moving her hands to her lap and staring at him. "I didn't say it to talk you into staying. I was trying to talk you into leaving." She told him, though her voice held no heat. It sounded almost like Waverly for a moment, with how much need there was it in. She took a deep breath, and let out a tired sigh. "More people keep joining the team. More people that I need and reply on. More people, Doc, that I am leading down a road that only ends with them dying."

"You told me that you went to hell. If you stay, there is a good chance that is where I will end up leading you back too." Maybe if she reminded him of his fears, he would see that this wouldn't end well for him. Maybe he'd realize it then. "I'm not good for you."

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc listened as she told him that she'd said it to make him leave. Part of him knew it. That was partly the issue after all. That she had kept herself at an emotional distance which was why he had pushed for some sort of emotional response. She acknowledged his time in hell, saying that he would return if he stayed. He knew he had to accept his fate. That hell may come sooner or later. But this was not about him. Not about his struggles and fears. He wanted to reassure her, and put her own at ease. So instead, he first addressed her remark about more people joining the team; more people that she feared leading down a road of death.

"If there's one thing I learned, is that everybody has to die some day." He had tried to cheat it, but it had come at too high of a cost -- something he'd learned when it was too late. "It is what we do before then that matters." Doc knew he couldn't redeem himself. He was destined for hell, and still . . . that would not stop him for doing what was right. Something that Dolls had told him in one of their last conversations. "Every single person on the team, trusts you you. Believes in you. And yes, that may seem like a great burden to carry, but we are all here of our own volition. It is our choice to make and we all choose this path, with you."

It had been an easy choice for him to make once the heir had returned to Purgatory. Ever since he'd laid eyes on her and yes, sometimes he had challenged that position . . . but he knew that he could never bare the thought of any harm coming to her. That it was better to fight for what was right, than go down a darker path. He just wished he'd learned that sooner in life. "My fate in the life after this one may be sealed, but this life is not. And it does not stop me from being here, with you. However you will have me." Meaning, he was not about to place any more pressure on what they should be. All he wanted, was to know. Whether she loved him or not, she would always be worth fighting for but now . . . there was a brighter hope in what they could truly become, once this was all over. "Nothing will stop me from that." From being with her, fighting for her.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you tagged Doc Holliday

His words were ones that were hard to hear. She wanted to believe them but actions spoke louder. The actions of the world and the cruse. It took over everything. Even if she fought as hard as she could, they could all die. Or grow to hate her when her bitter sarcasm grew too much, and she'd failed one too many times.

Wiping at the tears, Wynonna knew she needed to say something but she wasn't sure what needed to be said. What he needed to hear in order to stay, even as she just tried to make him leave. "What do you want from me, Doc?" She asked, returning his angry question to him, but her a muted tone. What did he hope would come of this conversation? Why leave only to stay? She knew he wanted to know how she felt, but what did he want from her now? What did he expect?

Part of her wanted him to push her into more. Wanted him to take her and kiss her and just assume they were a thing now. The other part wanted to push him away and she wasn't sure where the middle was. She was hoping that he would help her find it. Because she had never been with anyone before. Never done a relationship before. She wasn't even sure she could.

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

What did he want from her. Oh the irony of the question considering he had just recently asked her that. But the tone of the conversation had completely changed. Her's required a softer answer, but as always, an honest one. Her admittance, her verbalizing of emotions, was all he needed to know so that he knew how to act with her. So that they would not continue to face this . . . uncertainty. "To let yourself know that this . . . that we could be something wonderful." So many times she had told him that there was no 'us'. Not romantically anyway.

He reached over, his fingers gently brushing away her tears. "If you let us." He knew now -- and perhaps on some level always had -- that it was not due to her lack of desire or want. But rather, the fear that kept her from acting on how she felt -- how he now knew she felt. And perhaps saying it out loud made it more real for her. "To not deprive yourself of being happy." Continued answers to her single question. "Of letting someone love you. Of letting yourself be loved." As she was already by so many, but in this case, it was a different kind of love he was referring to. The kind that existed between them. "We have one life to live, Wynonna. And I am asking you to consider, living that life with me." As two people who love each other did.