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[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

Well . . . things had escalated rather quickly. And as always, it seemed that the 'heroes' of it, got stuck with the short end of the straw. Nedley had locked them both in this warehouse -- the origin of where the virus was meant to spread -- and now they would have to wait to see if either of them contracted it. Doc had attempted to explain that he could not get sick but there was some technicality the Sheriff mentioned; something about government made diseases. Whatever bull he went on about. But . . . then again, it wasn't as if Doc was about to leave Wynonna alone, by herself to face quarantine.

"It won't be this sickness that will do me in," he began to state, taking off his hat. He had suffered from tuberculosis for over ten years. This was nothing. "It will be the severe lack of any alcohol." Tequila. Whiskey. Rum. None of it was here and Doc was already feeling the intense withdrawal of it. "That, and perhaps my limited supply of smokes." He only had a few left. Ah yes. This was going to be a long next few . . . days, was it? At least this place was spacious. He had developed a horrible case of claustrophobia and that was the last condition he needed to be thrown in amidst all this other deprivation.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

This was bull shit! She saved the town that still hated her and now she wasn't even locked up in a hotel room. She was in a fancy shed! A government shed! "At least the psych ward had better lighting!" She yelled to the wall, hearing Doc talking behind her but not looking at him. Waverly wouldn't let her dry out! She'd bring booze! . . . . she better bring booze!

"He'll bring us booze with food." She said arrogantly. Then a bit hesitantly as if the thought hadn't occurred to her. "Right?"

Walking the perimeter she looked around. Not much in here. Nothing that said 'escape!' jumped out at her. She was used to being treated like a freak by the people she grew up with, and protected. She wasn't sure she liked the idea of Doc being treated that way too. So far they hadn't treated him that way, but this wasn't something she enjoyed sharing with him.

[Doc Holliday]

Tag: Earp, Wynonna Earp

darlin'

I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE

The fact that Wynonna was even questioning it, instead of being certain of it, just fuelled the concern that Doc was already faced with. Dammit, he wasn't sick! He didn't get sick! "If the Sheriff does not, then surely Waverly will." She would look out for them. She would take care of them.

He trusted Waverly, emphatically. Surely she would not wish to see them suffer. "You know the good Sheriff better than I," he added. "Is it something that he would consider?" Booze with the food? Doc decided that it was no good pacing around, and just wound up sitting on the floor, his back against the wall as he took off his hat. "Best get comfortable. We're going to be in here for some time." But hell, so long as it wasn't over a century, he would be alright.

[Earp, Wynonna Earp]

Would he? "I don't know! Needly has been busting my balls since I was a teenager. I can never tell with him!" She looked over at Doc and noticed he was sitting against the wall. Did he not plan to try to escape? Wasn't he itching to get out of this place as much as she was? He had spent years in a well! How was he more calm the she?

"Waveryly will help us out. But she will probably bring something flavored. Peach or peppermint or apple flavored." Nothing dark like she liked. Doc was the same as her. They liked the burn of the harder stuff, while Wav like the fruity stuff. Walking over to stand in front of him, Wynonna looked down at watch his face. "You just going to sit there?" She asked, not sure how he was taking being locked up for a week. "You're very calm."

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