Right Here Waiting For You

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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

Play time was over.

He hit the ball, and she reached out to grab it before it could go in the hole. No more games. Wynonna held onto her stick tightly, ready to use it as a weapon. Was he a Revenant? Not many people knew about them--her stint in the psych ward was proof of that. And here this stranger was talking to her about them as if it was casual. "What do you know?" She asked, her guard up, as she tried to figure out what she should do.

If he was a Revenant she couldn't kill him. She didn't have Daddy's gun. It was down a well someone on the homestead, were she had planned to never see it again. Now she was missing it a little. "John," her tone suggested that she found the name important, or a lie. Walking closer to him, slowly, moving around the table, the ball in one hand, the stick in the other. Weapons. "Cause it seems you're trying to say something." And she would get it out of him--one way or another. Wynonna had been on her own enough to know how to 'bar fight' even if she didn't know how to combat fight.

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

She stopped his ball and he straightened up. She asked him what he knew . . . and, the simplest answer was a lot. "Well what I'd like to know is why you don't have it." It: being Peacemaker. And with the way his eyes fell to the side of her waist where it should be holstered to her, she would know what he was talking about. When she continued on, his eyes met hers again as she clearly wanted more answers.

And was very clearly on guard. Taking a few steps close to her, he spoke low so that only she could hear. "Now I do not think it wise to carry on this conversation in public," he explained. "I heard of, unfortunate circumstances that befell you the last time you made certain claims." He hated that she was instituionalized for it. It was after all what he had been doing in Purgatory the past couple of years: research. "So why don't we speak in private. Upstairs." He set the stick back on the wall, and turned back to look at her. "You can bring those if you'd like," motioning to the two items in either of her hands that she held tightly.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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

It would be so easy to hit him with the stick and run. He was talking about Daddy's gun. He looked over her body--something she had wanted him to do 2 minutes ago and now she didn't--looking for the gun. "It's somewhere you'll never find it." She tossed out, letting him know that she knew what he was looking for. No one knew where to to find it. After she'd shot Daddy, she'd thrown it down a well. One that was so deep she couldn't really see the bottom of, in hopes that it would stop this day from ever coming. But lucky for her, she had her birthday anyway, she was the Heir anyway. And now she was facing a Revenant anyway. Maybe.

He told her they should talk away from others--since the last time she ended up in the psych ward. He didn't say it in any way. In fact his tone was not gleeful in any manner--but it made her hands tighten over the stick, and her shoulders tense. She was defiantly about to hit him. It was a good thing she was getting smarter in her old age, because she also knew she needed the information he had. Then--she was going to kick him in the balls and find her gun and send him back to hell.

"Ladies first," because she was sure as heck not turning her back on him. As he moved to take them up stairs, Wynonna looked around for another weapon. Sitting the ball down she grabbed the whiskey. Something she intended to drink before smashing it over his head. As she followed him toward the steps, leaving distance between them, she commented, "You're making yourself right at home at Shorties." Which made her wonder why he thought he could.

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Her response to his inquiry as to where Peacemaker was gave some reassurance that she at least knew it's whereabouts. But the fact that it was not on the heir, was dangerous. It meant it could get in the hands of someone else, and there were a hell of a lot of people after it. He led her up to a common sitting room, figuring his bedroom might be a little too private.

"Well, it helps that I own the place," he revealed in response to her . . . what he presumed was a sarcastic question. Once they were inside, he closed the door behind her and eyed the drink. "You might wanna start taking a swig of that," he said almost teasingly. Taking a few steps away from her, he had his back to her. "I was not entirely forthright with my name. While it is, John . . . my full name is John Henry Holliday." He paused, taking off his hat and turning to face her. "But most people call me Doc."

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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

He led them upstairs into a room, but she didn't take her eyes off him long--only long enough to make sure it wasn't a bed room. "Since when do you own SHorties?" She asked, but he was telling her to drink. "I only get drunk on the first date." He went on to walk away from her and it made her ease up a little. She glaced at the door and stepped a little closer to it while he wasn't looking. If need be she could get out of here quickly.

Then he told her his name was John. Henry. Holliday. Turning with a bit of dramatics, he told her that most people called him Doc. As in Doc freakin' Holliday. Wynonna stood still for a moment, staring at him in surprise. Out of everything that this moment was supposed to lead, this wasn't it. She hadn't expected him to say these words. It left her in a rare state of surprise as she stared at him for a silent 30 seconds. Then she burst out laughing. Oh he was a fan boy. That explained a lot--but not a lot at the same time. "Bullshit." She said, standing up straighter and less on edge, but still posed to fight. "Doc Holliday died 130 years ago."

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc let his revelation sink in, giving her the time she needed, until she cursed. He was used to this. It wasn't his first rodeo. He had dealt with enough Earps to know it would take some convincing. But he was determined. He saw more hope in her than he ever did in Ward.

"That is what they would have you believe," he told her. "But in actuality, Doc Holliday disappeared 130 years ago. And now he stands before you." His hands went out on either side of him before putting his hat back on. " Just as I stood before Wyatt. Josiah. Edwin. Ward--" Albeit, briefly but still. He tried with him. "And now, the next Earp heir." Her. Just, without Peacemaker. But that was something they would quickly correct.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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

Wyatt. Josiah. Edwin. Ward. Her. With each name he said she felt the panic in her bubble. He was saying it all outloud. Every reason that she had been locked up and declared as crazy as her mother, he was spitting out. Her hand tightened on the bottle. It had been Daddy's way to deal with this too. However, while her Daddy might have drank it, she was thinking of smashing it. "Sounds like you have one hell of a story made up there," playing it off as if he was nothing but a story teller.

Deciding she wasn't her father, Wynonna dropped the bottle, which didn't break, and moved the pool stick so it rested in both hands. "There is only a few people who can talk like you do. Earps . . . and Revenants . . . and you sure as hell aint an Earp." ANd he wasn't Doc Holliday. No matter what he said, she didn't believe that. Wyatt Earp's best friend wasn't a Revenant. That would have been known before now. "I think what you are is a Revenant." Which left her wondering what he knew about Curtis' death.

OWL

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Doc was used to this. The disbelief. The need to convince them. And with each generation, it grew a bit more difficult for more time had passed since Wyatt. She dropped the bottle and griped the pool stick with both hands. It hardly phased Doc. Not because he assumed she was no good, but because he doubted it would come to that. "Well I sure dealt with enough of 'em," he told her referring to Earps. And damn, they were a stubborn bunch.

She believed he was a Revenant and it was not the first time he was accused as such. "Course that would be a lot easier to disprove if you had Peacemaker," he told her. Did she know it was called that? "Wyatt's gun," he added on to clarify. He knew that asking about it now when she already believed he was a Revenant wasn't going to be helpful. The Revenants had been trying to get their hands on that weapon ever since the new heir came of age. "Your father refused my help," he told him, not wanting to get into the details of how he was communicating with some of the Revenants. "Don't make the same mistake he did." Because the cost had been high. So, very high.