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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 15, 2020 0:08:16 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Her flirtatious tease helped ease him out of . . . whatever this unfamiliar anticipation was of going on a date. "Oh I have," he said returning the playfulness of the comment. While he was working to be a gentleman, didn't mean they need put their usual flirting on hold. Besides, his tone made it clear that he very much liked what he saw: then and now.
"Anatolia it is," he said, shifting gears on Charlene and pulling out of the Homestead land. "A very important deciding factor. To have utensils that can be substituted as weapons," he said teasingly towards her. They didn't exactly frequent fancy restaurants after all. Usually it was take out. A home semi cooked meal. Casual things. And while this felt, casual . . . it also didn't at the same time.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 15, 2020 0:00:04 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc briefly closed his eyes during the kiss, smiling at his wife before turning his attentions back to their daughter, his smile unwavering. "Did you now? He asked, his voice very clearly impressed by her work. "That must be why they're so delicious," he said, taking another bite of the eggs. Realization having dawned on him that that was why Wynonna had snuck out of bed so early. After taking a bite, he held the spoon with egg in it up to Alice's lips so she could taste some as well.
"I reckon you should make all our meals now," he said teasingly, giving a small wink at Wynonna. "Since your mama is so great at doing the shopping." Another playful tease at her saying that she had bought the Twizzlers. "You can do all the cookin'." Alice giggled at the thought of her cooking. "And what will you do then?" She asked him. "Me? Why I'll do all the eating of course." She giggled again before taking another bite of the egg. He smiled with amusement, offering some egg to Wynonna too. "Thank you," he said, his heart swelled with emotion, that was evident in the sincerity of his voice.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 23:50:34 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc knew this was a lot; for the both of them. But he also had no idea how to ease them into it. Perhaps there was no easing. It was not as if any of them had been in this position before. On the one hand, he knew he should give them a moment alone. On the other, he worried that it may be too much for Alice or Wynonna. Alice was an incredibly smart girl, but she was still a child. Still struggled to understand the complexities of what kept her and her mother apart. Even in his stories, he had to filter a great deal of it to keep her from the dark truths of this world.
Alice looked up at Doc and he gave a slight nod, as the little girl slowly took the bunny. A whispered "Thank you," following the actions as she looked at it, clearly admiring it. Wynonna then introduced herself and Doc felt his heart swell. This was a moment he had longed for for so long. For Alice to know her mother. For Wynonna to know her daughter. Alice looked at her, still holding the bunny in one hand and Doc's hand in the other. "You don't want me to call you mama?" The way Doc spoke of Wynonna making her a known figure, though the concept and role of a mother in her life was one that she was unfamiliar with. Hopefully, not for long.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 23:32:55 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE When she told him not to be late and walked back inside, he stared at the door for another moment before turning back towards his car and . . . wondering if this was a mistake. Should he have just gone when she said? Would she change her mind? Was this . . . prolonged time just going to make things too odd? Had he, ruined the moment? Despite all the questions in his mind, he calmly drove Charlene back to the bar. He wanted to do this right; get flowers, but the shops were closed.
He hated picking her up empty handed, but would just have to make up for it. When he got home, he freshened up, changing into something a bit more appropriate. Collar shirt, vest, and a jacket on top. And of course, his hat. Even on a date he could not be without it. Still hating that he was not bringing her anything, he checked the time, taking a shot of whiskey before he went back into Charlene and headed on to the Homestead to pick her up. By the time he pulled up, she was already out the door.
Doc put the car in park -- he was getting much better at this driving thing! -- and got out of the car to greet her. He paused when he saw her, eyes looking over her and a smile on his lips. He didn't get to see her dressed up often and this time, she was dressed up . . . for him. For their date. "You look . . . " Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. "Very nice," he said sincerely, keeping it soft, polite, genuine. He was rather smitten. He went to her side of the car and opened it for her before getting back into the driver's seat. "Is there a particular place you had in mind?" He asked her. Whatever she was going to ask of him tonight, he doubted he could say no.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 23:23:55 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Sometimes this all felt like a dream. A dream that he would wake from and be thrown back into the harsh reality of what he truly deserved. But each time he eased back into the conscious world from a peaceful slumber, he could feel the reminder. The aura of peace that surrounded him. The feeling of Wynonna next to him and the reminder that they had created a beautiful life together that was in the next room. He had been to hell but knew, that this, surely must be heaven. Feeling the slight movement hardly phased Doc. The curse was broken, the danger eradicated from Purgatory.
Whatever reason she had to get out of bed, was not one that involved life and death. So he just drifted back to sleep. He was only partly awake when he heard her join him again, prolonging the moment of teasingly asking her where she had run off to . . . but it didn't take long for him to fully wake up. With a greeting that was perhaps the best kind. His eyes shot open and it took him a moment to recover from the surprise, as he moved to sit up and saw their daughter there with a tray of food. A smile spread over his lips as she wished him Happy Father's Day. A day that never failed to warm his heart. And a day that they never celebrated back in his time. Not that he would know what he was like for he hadn't been a father then.
But no better way to learn it, then the years spent with Alice being the one to teach him. "Mercy me," he said as his smile grew. Once Alice sat up on the bed, he pulled her to sit on his lap. Fortunate that despite his and Wynonna's . . . vigorous night, he still managed to dress back into his bottom half -- for possibilities like this. "This is by the far the best surprise I have ever been given," he told her excitedly, kissing her cheek. Picking up the Twizzler, he chuckled at his first memory of them and then held it to Wynonna's lips. "You're favourite too," he said teasingly.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 23:15:15 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE 5 years. 5 damn years. It felt both like an eternity and yet went by quickly at the same time. Truth was, it was far too long. The guilt of leaving never at ease. The guilt of not being here to help break the curse, strong. He hadn't intended to be gone that long. He just planned on ensuring Alice was safe with Gus and then had every intention of returning. That is, until he found out that BBD was after her too. It made her life endangered, and Doc knew that he would never forgive himself -- and Wynonna would never forgive him -- if he failed in protecting their daughter. So he stayed. Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year. Until they finally received the news: the curse was broken. It was safe to come home, and this was indeed their home.
As he was pulling into Homestead, it looked the same and yet he felt he hadn't seen it in a century. He could feel his heart beating faster, wondering just how much things had truly changed. Every day, he felt the fear of something happening to Wynonna. Of not being here to protect her, to help her. Of Waverly. Jeremy. Nicole. Everyone. But Wynonna . . . was the woman who held his heart. Even after all this time. How different was she? How was she? Was she . . with anyone else? So many questions, the latter one more selfish and at the same time, knew he would have to explain that to their daughter. He did his damnedest to make sure that Alice knew who her mother was. Night after night, stories of her, and Alice loved hearing them. Hearing about the fearless heroine who saved people's lives. How she had saved his life; many times.
But in parking the car, and seeing her, he felt his throat dry. His heart continuing to beat with anticipation and nervousness. He figured he looked the same. Mostly. He still had the hat, but he knew his dress had to be slightly more modern to blend in. Gus tried to convince him to get rid of the moustache so that he would not be so recognizable for those looking for him, but he refused. They compromised on a beard to help make him less obvious. "There she is, Papa!" Alice exclaimed. Doc smiled, turning his head as much as he could to look at their baby girl. "There she is," he stated. So much time had passed. So much time that a mother was absent from her daughter and vice versa. He knew he could not take the place of a mother and he was so glad that now, Wynonna and her would have a chance to be together. Finally together.
With that, he stepped out of the car, opening the door and helping Alice out of it too. She stayed close to him, but he knew she wasn't afraid. Not in the sense of seeing a stranger. For so long, it had just been the two of them -- and Gus of course -- but now, it could finally be the three of them. With Alice's hand in his, they walked side by side, stopping at the bottom of the stairs as Doc took his hat off and held it in his free hand. Looking at her. She looked so damn beautiful and he finally felt that unceasing pain in his heart, ease. For the first time since she had asked him to take their daughter away. "Wynonna," he greeted, trying to keep the emotion from his voice but she knew him well enough to know . . . that it was there.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 22:53:17 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE No one wanted his tree! But when Wynonna suggested Shorty's . . . well, that was a pretty damn good idea. If there was anything left on it by the time he got it there. He smiled when she said she'd drink a whiskey under it . . . that she would ride with him there. That she, wanted to come now? Doc was not about to reject her company, but it was the way she was saying it that sounded . . . different. Different than usual.
Usually she would just tell hims he was coming for a drink and that was that. This time, she was making it a point to change, say that they could get something to eat . . . at a fancy place . . . Like a--a date. That, was what fully captured his attention. He looked at her, curious but also didn't want to, spoil the moment. "A date," he both, questioned and acknowledged. She wanted to go on a date with him? That as, rather uncharacteristic. But he wasn't one to argue. He was intrigued.
The last time they had a planned dinner together, she had asked him for the ring that made him immortal. But this time, she had specifically called it a date. "Well then it is my understanding that on a date, I am to pick you up," he told her with a bit of a smile. He could play along, but could not help what -- if there was any -- the ulterior motive here was. "How about I come and back in about an hour?" If this was what she stated it to be, he wanted to at least do it right.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 18:40:03 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Yes. He did. And now he was mortal again. Somehow, he always found his way back to being mortal from a seemingly impossible state of immortal. Then she spoke of how she got it back, making a joke about how bad ass its newest form was. He smiled in response, knowing that her reaction was similar to the reason he did not promise to remain mortal.
No one knew what the future held, and he did not like to make promises he could not keep. Not that he was currently thinking of changing his state. "It still does suit you," he agreed with a continued smile. "So long as it remains by your side and no other's." As from his understanding, she was the guardian of it. Appointed by Waverly. Seems that Wynonna was always fated to have Peacemaker -- regardless of its form -- in her possession.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 18:18:39 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He watched her put down Alice, ensuring she was secure before speaking to his question. Giving further clarity and making this explicit so that there was no . . . misunderstanding. But with that she said, he did not misunderstand. What he had thought she was going to ask deep down, was now brought to the surface and voiced. She wanted him to claim the baby. He understood why, and it made sense. As he had said, he intended to be in the baby's life however she would allow him to.
But, she was choosing him to be the father. Perhaps because it was the most believable? Considering most everyone already seemed to know about them. But with her latter words, of needing him . . . and needing his name . . . yes. This was deeper than that. Truth was, he would do anything she asked of him. Even when she asked for his ring, his initial reaction was to practically plead with her to ask him for anything else. But in the end, he had given it to her. He doubted there was anything he would not give to her. He looked at Alice, sleeping so soundly. An innocent life, caught in the middle of all this. Just like any heir born. "Alice Holliday," he stated out loud. "It does have a nice ring to it." And that was his way of saying, yes.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 17:58:54 GMT
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.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 16:25:22 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Did he know him. Yes. Yes he did. It had been some time since he had seen him; before Ward had all but shoved him out of the Earps life. Curtis was a good person though; as was Gus. "Last I saw him was many years ago," he revealed, hitting another ball into the pocket. The attention was moving further away from the game as the conversation became more . . . revealing. And Doc knew that they didn't have much time to waste.
It was only a matter of time until Wynonna asked Gus about him. And he wanted her to hear it from him, not a third party. "Shame about what happened to him," Doc continued, lining up for another shot. "Natural causes, I believe they're sayin'." Bullshit. He knew damn well it wasn't natural causes. And if Wynonna had her great great grandfather's instincts, she would know it too. He lined himself up for another shot, saying the next words just as his stick hit the ball. "And here I thought it was Revenants." Play time was over.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 16:17:55 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He had spoke too soon. She had not asked him of anything, yet in the words that followed her silence, there was an unspoken question in them. But Doc would not assume nor risk misinterpreting. Though she had not said anything, he could see the wheels turning. He could see her pensive state, clearly contemplating how to cope with all this.
And her words; stating that they can't no. No. They couldn't. The among of chaos that would erupt among the Revenants. The risk it would pose on Alice. They may be able to speculate but Doc would damn well make sure they could not prove it. That they would never get their hands on her. "What exactly are you saying, Wynonna?" Saying. Or asking. He needed it to be clear, though deep, deep down, perhaps he already knew.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 14, 2020 16:12:45 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE She wrapped her arms around him and told him to stay that way. Her mother's words rung in his ear: That Wynonna always forgave him. And while he had not been testing that theory as motive to do what he did . . . he was relieved by her actions. Her words. Indicating that the damage he had done was not beyond repair. He had become a vampire in a moment of vulnerability and defeat. When realizing the thought of being with her, growing old with her, was not an option.
His only use and the best way to protect her and Alice . . . was to be immortal. But here she was, her arms around him and telling him to stay mortal. When she drew back his eyes met hers. There was still one thing that he was trying to understand . . . and yet, knew. Still, it was a conversation that they had not had. "You gave up Peacemaker." To their enemy. He had told her not to and she had given it up. Though he had once said that she could admit she loved him, which had only in turn caused her to pull away from him . . . he needed to know what this meant, for them. For their sake. To truly move on.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 12, 2020 18:35:36 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He saw once again how much she was . . . hurting, if that was even the right word. The emotions her usually guarded face held. But in these moments, when they were alone -- mostly -- it was a time they allowed themselves to be vulnerable. Most of the time anyway. Where they could open up and not fear judgement. Harsh tellings of reality and feelings, but never enough to drive the other person away for good. "As I recall, you have not asked of me anything," he gently reminded her. No. "I so freely and willingly offer." His loyalty to her unwavering. His devotion to the Earps without compare. He was here, for her. For them.
But hearing her say that she wanted him to stay, brought ease to his mind. That she would not push him away because she felt she could not ask him to stay. It would save them that argument because as he had told her, he wasn't planning on going anywhere. He gently squeezed her hand in return, still holding her close and continuing to provide whatever reassurance he could. She spoke of the name: Alice. Hearing it made his heart swell once more, or perhaps it never really stopped. He felt honoured. Touched. The sentiment of it meaning so much to him. He swallowed, knowing that he was not the best choice for a father. That she could find someone so much better for this little girl. Someone, who was perhaps already in their lives.
She may have thought that this was an out for him, but it most certainly was an out for her. "I know I can not ask to claim her as such. And I know that there are others far better suited for the role." Saying the words pained him, but the universe was clearly telling him that he was not meant to be a father. And perhaps, it was indeed for the best. "But I will be in her life, however you will allow me to." Whatever that role was, he was fully willing to fulfil it.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 12, 2020 18:26:01 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He smiled with amusement at her tease, eyes briefly watching her, fully aware of what she was doing. Not that she was trying to be subtle about it. In another life. Under different circumstances. He would hardly have thought twice. But once she knew the truth about him . . . well, he wasn't entirely certain how she would feel. She called, and as she slid by him, brushing against him, he just continued to smile. "Please do," he encouraged, not shifting to give her more space.
Hell, he was rather enjoying the playful tease between them. But, had to force his mind to remember why he was back here. When it was his turn he eyed the table, before lining up the shot. Over a hundred years certainly helped a person perfect their game. Positioning himself, he hit the ball and landed two in the pocket. "I do apologize," he began to say, walking over a few steps to prepare his next shot. "I was unable to attend your uncle's service." Shooting the ball and landing another in the pocket. His words revealing he knew exactly who she was . . . mixed with genuine regret of not being able to go. But if he had, Gus would have recognized him and he needed to speak to Wynonna first before her aunt told her anything about him. He did however visit the grave afterwards, and paid his respects.
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