Roll in the HEEEEEYYYY!

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Doc was back. Shit! He was back. Like, a good shit, but a shit shit because she thought he was gone and she hadn't known what to do--so in true Wynonna fashion she screwed it up. She'd kissed Dolls, and she'd liked it but like not liked it liked it like she'd liked it liked when she'd tapped Doc. She'd liked that. More then liked that. Wasn't ready to admit how much she'd like it, liked it.

Stop thinking, Wynonna, you're sounding like a teeny bopper with these likes.

She didn't like thinking of how she'd screwed it up, but wasn't ready to talk about it. She just wanted to pretend everything was the same and move on. Doc was back now, and she had everything she wanted back. The team in place. The town who hated her. Doc in her barn . . . .

Now to get Doc in her barn. Pushing open the door she stood there watching him walk around. "All it's missing is a hat rack." she laughed at her use of the word rack but didn't explain.

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

So much had happened in the span of a few days. Leaving town, returning to town, getting tied up, breaking out, helping save the town . . . Dolls leaving, Bobo getting sent back to hell and then of course, there was Willa. Yes. A great deal had happened indeed. And perhaps the most traumatizing was that a creature had eaten his hat. For the first time since he could remember, he was hatless. And then Wynonna made a joke about a hat rack.

He supposed he could appreciate it . . . despite being hatless. Truth was, he felt rather . . . touched. Because nothing had been altered in the room he once lodged in. The bed was still there. Everything was still there. It took him a few moments to process that as he walked into the barn, reaching for his hat that was not there. "Well then, it is a good thing I am currently without one." There was a clear tone of mourning in his voice, and disturbance over his lacking accessory. Because, it wasn't good at all.

Continuing to look around he turned his head to rest his gaze on her. "Everything is as it was." He had taken what few belongings he had, but he would have thought they'd turn this place into something else. Hell, he even expected Waverly to have redecorated with her tiny pillows.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Wynonna looked around taking in the families room, and thought about how often she'd come here to just be alone. Pretend in a way that he was still here. "I was saving it for the next guy who climbed out the well after 100 years." She told him, walking in a bit more. She hated that he left, and she hated that she hated that he left. These past few day had been so hard. Willa, him. Dolls. It left her amusement and jokes at an all time low.

"You can still stay here if you want." She offered, more of a way to make sure he was staying. After she'd had to kill her sister, and then the demon octopus thing, he had held her. She wanted that now but wasn't sure how to ask for it, or even if she'd deserved it. She'd killed her father. Didn't look for Willa. It had caused Willa to be raised and brainwashed by Bobo and then the creepy cult. Then she'd killed her sister. She wasn't exactly chocolate cake here. She was . . . wasabi cake. Bitter.

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

He slightly smiled with amusement when she joked about the next person emerging from a well. "And here I thought I was one of a kind," he said with teasing arrogance. He could feel the amusement wane and the air grow a bit more serious. Only in form of her evident sincerity when she made the next offer of him staying here. He had been grateful for the shelter before; her land being safe and protected. That, being the practical reason he kept at the surface of his mind.

If one was to delve deeper, his personal reasons for wishing to stay would be easily discovered. Though, despite the fact that Dolls was no longer with them -- for now -- he had not forgotten what he saw, nor the meaning behind it. "Much obliged," he said with a small smile, forcing the deeper emotions back. "I would be grateful for it. At least until I can find something more, permanent." And he had no idea what or where that was.

For he felt the most at home when he was here . . . with her. "As long as you are certain it would not pose an issue for . . . " He paused briefly before continuing. "Anyone." And if someone asked, he would just say Waverly, even if that was not who was foremost on his mind as the person who may object. Not even Doc was naive enough to believe Dolls would be gone for good.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Find somewhere more permit. That was . . . not fun. "Safer here til then." She reminded him, not pushing for him to move out. She liked him close. Besides, she'd lost everyone else and she wasn't about to loose him on top of this. He was staying! Or she'd . . . shot him! Or something! Tie him up. Kinky. . . . that was sounding like a better plan every second, leaving or not.

"It might but . . . Waverly and Haught can find another place to hide and make out." She joked knowing he meant someone else but also knowing that it wouldn't hinder anything. She wanted Dolls back. Hands down wanted Dolls back and here to help her though this. He protected her in a way. From the town from herself. She needed that. But it wasn't who she needed the most. It was't the man who calmed the chaos she felt. The one she liked herself better when she was around him. He wasn't Doc. "Besides . . . . I like knowing you're out here." She paused, "Keep the foxes out of the hen house." To which she had no hen house.

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

That much was true. It was far safer on her land than anywhere else. Besides, he liked knowing where she was . . . knowing she was safe. Knowing that he could help protect her as trouble just had a way of finding her. Or finding them both perhaps. He gave another slight smile when spoke of Waverly and Nicole . . . perhaps a safer topic than the other one. The elephant in the room.

"Well far be in from me to get in the way of romance," he said jokingly. He was glad that Waverly was with the person she loved; someone who loved her in return. Must indeed be a glorious feeling. Though her next words were causing him to be dangerously close to revealing more than he should. Never the less, it still made his heart swell to hear her say it; that she liked having him around. "Indeed," he said, trying to keep his emotions back. "It is after all as a wise woman once told me, friends stick around." Keeping any bitterness out of his words as they were meant to be honest in delivery. And, perhaps a reminder to himself too . . . that that was how she saw him as. Or at least, wanted to see him as.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Wise ass more like it. Not ready to go into the gritty with him she leaned on the wooden beam that held the roof up. Wynonna wasn't one to let the silence build, just as she wasn't the type to get all hearts and flowers over a guy. Still his comment did leave her thinking back to the kiss with Dolls. She could own up to her own actions. She knew she had hurt him and she hated herself a little for it. Between her and the Earp curse, everyone got hurt eventually. The only saving grace was that as long as she was the heir, Waverly was safe.

"I've not really had that many friends. Not ready to loose the ones I picked up so far here." Honest for her, but she wanted him to know what his friendship meant to her. She wanted to be more but wasn't sure she could be more for anyone. She was the psycho chick guys banged in bars, not the one guys kept around. She'd killed her father, and sister. Failed her sister by running away and not looking for her. Walking closer to him she stood close to him. "Besides, who is going to be my drinking buddy? You're the only one who can keep up."

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

He gave a small smile at her words, knowing that he'd rather be in her life as a friend than not in her life at all. He . . . just hadn't realized how quickly her and Dolls would have become, more than friends. Was she afraid to lose him too? Or was that where her heart lay? He wasn't the type to get jealous . . . no. That was not Doc Holliday. So what was that stinging feeling in his chest when he saw what he did. Trying to shake it off, he focused on her words in the present.

"You need not worry about losin' me. I'm in it for the long haul," he told her lightly, though meant every word, not even having fully realized that he took another step towards her. It would take a lot more to get rid of John Henry Holliday. His smile remained in place when she mentioned his drinking tendencies. "Well I am glad to hear that my tolerance of drink has its merits." Glancing around the room again, he found it quite . . . pleasantly odd how comfortable and at home he felt in a barn. It was the location of it that explained this ease though. "Speaking of drink, perhaps we can celebrate our success with one. Anythin' but champagne I reckon."

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

He made a joke and it felt as if this tense feeling in the air broke. Wynonna laugh and walked toward the whiskey. "Being the whole town was roofied I doubt anyone will be drinking champagne any time soon." To which Needly had blamed her! The town already hated her, and proved they would turn on her in a moment. And she was left hated and protecting them.

As she passed him, Wynonna let her shoulder touch his. A thank you. A way to connect with him. She wasn't sure other then she needed to touch him. When she had saw him back, she felt . . . .

But they were going to get past that now! With whiskey. And jokes to hide the sexual tension in the room.

^{TAG: Doc Holliday}

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

He smiled at her response, speaking to the others perhaps needing to take a break from champagne for a while. It was fortunate that it was not one of Doc's frequent beverages that he consumed. As she walked past him, and their shoulders touched, his smile grew a little, enjoying whatever contact he had with her. More often than not, craving it. Waverly had asked him to try with her but the truth was -- just as he had said to her -- well, they both knew what it was. Replaying it in his mind was painful, and seeing it and what may have been something blossoming between her and Dolls, was something else.

He had told her that she could kiss whoever she wanted, but seeing it . . . Doc needed to shake it off. "I hear the car you gifted me with was destroyed." Burned, apparently. From what he had been told. "I do regret it met it's end in such a way. It served it's purpose at least . . . mostly." Considering it had broken down more than one time. How Clootie kept that thing running for so long was truly a mystery to him. Truth was, he was just trying to fill the silence with lighter conversations, masking any deeper ones that threatened to emerge.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

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

That pink car! The one she had thought was a good idea to give him, but then he used it to drive away from her. When they had showed her the photo of it burned up she had died a little inside. They said there was no body, and she had wondered if he burned it or it something had happened to him. When he showed back up looking handsome, right after her kiss she had wanted to hit something! WHY THEN! If he had been here she never would have . . .

"Yeah, they showed me a picture. I had wondered if you had burned it up out of spite on your way out here." But she knew the truth now. He had been Docnapped. "I am really glad you're ok." Because she wasn't sure she could get over loosing him. She had so little family left, and she counted him as part of it. It had hurt like a bitch when he left. Still hurt that he had tried to leave.

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