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This was why she didn't deserve him. This was why he was too good for her. Wynonna stepped forward and hugged him tightly, so grateful in this moment that he was here. Her face buried into his shirt, and she inhaled the smell of him. Her emotions were already on the surface, and she was unable to hide just how much this meant to her.

Pulling back from the hug, Wynonna looked up at him, lifting her hands to wipe her cheeks. "I don't deserve you in my life, but I am not willing to give you up. Thank you." For her and for Alice. For everything!

She had wanted Doc to be the father anyway, and had told him as much a few moments ago. Now he was. In a way. However, after just thinking on Daddy and Waverly, she wanted to make sure she was doing better then her Mama and being clear in what she expected. "It ate at Daddy, I think. Knowing Waverly wasn't his." She looked up at Doc, lifting her hand to touch his cheek. "Don't let it do that too you. She should have been yours anyway." And that she meant with her whole heart. Daddy drank for many reasons, but one of them was because Mama hadn't picked him first. "I still want it to be you."

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.

His words didn't make it seem like an accusation, but they felt like it anyway. The first thing he had said when they had been awoken was 'tell me you didn't give up Wyatt's gun'. Stepping back a little, her hand lifted to her hair as she brushed it back, before it dropped down to lightly smack her leg. "And you gave up you're mortality." She returned in the same tone he used. A defense mannerism.

She knew what he was asking though. "I got it back," and just in time to be named a hero who could wield a fancy sword! "It's a sword now. I wield a sword now. How bad ass did I upgrade!" She joked, knowing she was avoiding the topic. The thing was, she had given up the gun after hearing Doc die over and over and over and over, slowly in his own personal hell. Slowly being buried under dirt more and more, and each time she failed in saving him. They'd used him to break her. She loved him. In the end, she'd weakly given up the gun, knowing that it would bring an in end to the world if she didn't stop it; because she loved Doc too much to hear him die. Again and again.

She knew it was his fear. That he couldn't stand the dark, and the small places. They'd made him unable to move, and then put his face right before her so she could watch him, and hear him. He asked her to try, and she tried, and tried but could never get to him. And then she did! She saved him once. Only to have him put in a grave, alive and scared to do it again. Along with Waverly. Wynonna had always thought she was this strong lone warrior who had a kick ass team behind her. She'd learned that day she was not the lone wolf--she loved him too much. So she'd given up the best chance they had at saving the world for him. And she didn't know how she felt about it. Or how he felt about it.

Touched by an Angel. That sounded like she could make a joke but right now she could only focus on some of the details here. Julian was an Angel. Waverly was part Angel. Which meant Doc had killed an Angel, and then been saved by one. Moving another step closer to where he was standing, Wynonna tried to figure this out. Admittedly she was slow sometimes.

He was mortal! No longer would be spend entirety with Kate. In the end, that was her take away. Stepping forward more she wrapped her arms around him. While she was still upset that he'd done it--Wynonna was just glad Doc--HER DOC--was back were he belonged. "Stay that way." She warned pulling back from the hug. He said he'd done it for her and Alice but that was bullshit. They needed him here. His heart but his fangs.

Yeah, she liked that. The way he talked in her ear made her bit her lip a little. "An honest gentlemen?" She pointed out, since he promised not to hustle her and even let her go first. "And here I thought you were my type." Another tease, because she had made it clear he was. However, the good guys weren't normally the ones that ended up in bars in shady towns and looking at hot messes like her.

She bent low over the table and lined up her shot, making sure that he had a good view down her shirt before she took it. The balls scattered as she stood. "Soilds," were going to be her color since that was what went in. Moving crossed in front of him, making sure her jean clad ass brushed up against him as she did. "I'll just slide by here." Then she took another shot. It bounced off the wall, it was his turn.

Wynonna knew he was asking about more then just what was happening here tonight, but about the last few days. "She's got Nicole. Waves says together they will be alright." Which was good for Wynonna. She wanted her sister happy, and she hadn't known what to think about Nicole at first but she liked her for her sister now. It was why she'd not hesitated in asking Charlie . . . Julian? to save her live. No matter the cost. Waverly wasn't loosing anyone else if she could help it. Even Bobo's death would be hard on Waverly since it was a life she'd taken. Poor kid.

Walking closer to him, Wynonna stood closer and looked down at him sitting there. "Doc . . . " she begin. But she only stared at him, trying to figure out what was going on here. "The boarder wouldn't let anyone not mortal in." She told him, trying to figure out how to asking him. "I thought Kate turned you?" In fact she knew Kate had. "You bit Robin, and Charlie, so I know you were turned--but you crossed the boarder and it wouldn't let you do that . . . " There wasn't even a sassy comment right now because she was trying to understand. "How?"

Not her fight? Who did he think she was? She picked her fights with the upmost care! . . . and she picked ALL the fights! "The shit it's not!" She told him, not about to let him give up on himself. He made the choice to stick around and help out. He made the choice to be apart of this team. He made the choice to make her fall in . . . "I'm not going to loose you." Not to something she felt like she could help him fight.

"Why do you think you are fated to go there? What could have you have done that was unforgivable?" She asked, trying to see what she was up against. Her hand hadn't left his arm, but now it shifted as she stepped closer. The knowledge that she could loose him to this fight was upsetting, and she could only imagine how he felt. Her fingers drifted down to his wrist were she was trying to offer him comfort by slipping her fingers around his skin--but she felt the wound there and her face jerked down to look.