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So many years had passed since Bulshar’s war. It was, now, a bad memory that no one wanted to remember. A lot of people, innocent or not, had died under Bulshar’s reign of terror. The city’s scars were still healing even if life went on.
In Purgatory, life was finally starting to be peaceful. Nicole was back behind her Sheriff desk. Jeremy was back in his lab. Doc and Waverly had reopened the bar. Even, Wynonna returned to her patrols around town, enjoying, time to time, a little fight with the few revenants left.
Since Waverly was back from Heaven, it was like the light was back in their life. Nicole had lost the pain in her eyes and learned to smile again. Wynonna was calmer and more careful when she was around her little sister. Even Bobo and Doc find a way on the redemption road thanks to the one who was, now, called “the saviour.”
The truth is no one understood what happened back in Heaven. One day, Purgatory was crying their dead and Waverly, then the day after Bobo Del Rey appeared at the Sheriff station with an unconscious Waverly in his arms. Everyone thought that Bobo Del Rey was finally dead once and for all but according to Jeremy’s researches when Waverly freed Bobo from Bulshar’s control, their souls connected.
Waverly hadn’t been able to help more. She had no memories of her passage in Heaven. She only remembered the feeling of peace and calm that was enveloping her heart. Bobo only remembered the moment Waverly entered Heaven. He remembered the feeling invading his heart. He had to save Waverly, his Angel, no matter what. During his act of bravery, he lost his powers and became a simple mortal. He was, now, working with Doc and helping Jeremy when his revenant’s knowledge was needed.
We could say that life was back to normal but this word wasn’t in Purgatory’s dictionary. When Wynonna woke up that morning, she had this bad feeling twisting her guts. She felt something wrong was coming. She got up, trying to snuff out this gut feeling and started her day like any other. She started with a long and nice shower. Once she was ready, she took the road, driving toward Shorty where she was taking her breakfast, every morning. It became a tradition since Waverly’s return. A way to be sure that her little sister was still there and all this story wasn’t only a dream.
“Hello, there.” Said Wynonna dropping on her stool.
“Breakfast for my sister!” Ordered Waverly to the kitchen for Bobo.
“I’m on it.”
“It has been years and I’m still not used to Bobo’s kindness.”
“I know, right?” Said Waverly while pouring Wynonna a cup of coffee. “Nicole asked if you’ll come tonight for dinner. She is missing you.”
“I miss her too. I just don’t want to bother. You both have a lot on your plate and…”
“Nope! That is not an excuse. We love you, Wynonna and you are always welcome at home. We are living literally at one hundred meters from you and you never see each other, except for work.”
“Fine! I’ll come, tonight, but I swear if Calamity Jane bits me, I kill her.”
“Hey! She is an old lady, now! You were sitting at her place on the couch at that time, you should have known.”
“I forgot that Missy had her place on the couch.”
The two sisters laughed remembering these good moments at their houses. When Nicole and Waverly found each other again, they decided to finally move in together. Waverly was afraid to leave Wynonna alone, so, they made a compromise. They destroyed the barn and build a small house for their little family. Wynonna was still living at the homestead and could see from her window, her sister’s house.
“And a nice warrior breakfast for you, Wynonna.”
“Thanks, Bobo. Love the new hair.”
“I was missing the fresh shave sides. Waverly did it, this morning.” Said Bobo proudly, touching his hair, checking it was all at the right place. “She did a great job.”
“Yes, she did.”
Waverly may have lost her biological father in Bulshar’s war but she had found a new one in Bobo. After all, he saved her since she was born and made sure she was always safe before anyone. Being a father doesn’t always mean sharing the same blood and flesh. Bobo and Waverly was the evidence that no matter what could happen, love can rise from the darkest place of the world.
The police radio behind the bar started to crackle. Everyone got silent.
Car one for Sheriff Haught.
Sheriff Haught listening.
Fight on Main street in front of the Pussy Willow.
On-site in five.
Half of the Shorty was about to get up to fight when Nicole’s voice was heard again in the bar.
No need to come, guys, especially you, Wynonna. Just a few kids fighting over a girl. No revenant.
Everyone returned to their drinks and discussion while Wynonna refocused on her breakfast. She seemed preoccupied and Waverly wasn’t blind. In a second, the young Earp abandoned the glass she was drying. She took her sister’s hand over the bar and looked at her with those eyes who could make anyone talk.
“Don’t Waverly. It may work with Nicole and Bobo but…”
“Wynonna?”
“Fine. I have a bad feeling.”
“Bad feeling like you thought Nicole was cheating on me or bad feeling like Blushar is coming.”
“Second one.”
“But you know that he won’t come back, ever. You, Nicole, Jeremy and even Doc defeat him. For good this time. It had been more than ten years, now.”
“Fourteen years, seven months and twenty-three days. I know but the curse is still on and revenants are still stuck here. I’m still the freaking heir and enchained to this curse. I’m tired and I know that something is wrong, I feel it in my guts.”
“You miss her?”
“Every day. I dream of this day when I would be able to call her and hope that she would love me enough to forgive me, to forgive us.” Mumbled Wynonna drinking her coffee. “Ok, I have to go. See you, tonight. Love you, baby girl.”
Wynonna kissed her sister on the cheek and left the bar without another word. She always had trouble to talk about this massive secret which was crushing her heart for fifteen years, now. She erased the few lonely tears that were rolling down her face. She got on her bike and drove through town. She checked on the revenants, made a stop at the library where Robyn was working. She had a moment with the firefighters who invited her for their usual training. It wasn’t a secret that they enjoyed seeing her torturing the new recruits.
“Guys. Again?”
“Come on, passing the Wynonna test is a thing, you know it.”
“I’m not that young anymore.”
“Earp is forfeit? Really, we finally won?” asked a young man who wasn’t really confident on his feet.
“Not yet, kid.” Smiled Wynonna.
She knew she would regret it later but she was never the one to say “no” forever to a challenge. She dropped all of weapons and jackets. She was wearing a sleeveless crop top that was letting no place to the imagination and her athletic body could make some envious. She smirked toward the kid and invite him to fight.
After an hour of fighting and bruises, she went back on her bike and returned to her patrol. During that time, Nicole was torturing herself at the sheriff station. The two teenagers who fought for a girl were saying the same story. The girl had asked them a lot of questions about the Earp curse and the Earp sisters. One wanted to tell her everything around a drink while the other who had been saved a multiple time by Wynonna wasn’t trusting her and tried to stop his friend to spill everything about their saviour and heir just for the pretty blue eyes of a girl.
“You would be able to do a portrait of this girl?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you have someone who can draw.”
“Stay here.”
Both kids showed their handcuffed hands. Nicole smiled politely and got out of the room. An unknown woman who was asking questions about the Earp sisters, Nicole was clearly not ok about it. She called Bobo to keep an eye on Waverly before calling Wynonna.
“Call Bobo back and tell him to join you at the station. He can draw. I’ll call Doc and tell him to bring Waverly back home. I pass by the school and joined you at home.”
“Ok. I keep you updated.”
Wynonna dropped her bike at the bar and took Waverly pick-up after all she won’t need it if she was driving back home with Doc. She drove to Purgatory primary school and waited outside, leaning against the passenger side. She couldn’t help smiling seeing all the kids running into their parent's arms.
“Aunty Wynonna!” screamed two voices in one.
“Hey, are you my favourite tiny monsters?”
“Yes!”
“Can we get ice-cream? We won’t tell Mum! Rose and I had been really good today!”
“Fine but no word to your mothers. It’s our secret.”
“Secret!”
Rose and Anna jumped in the car and the three women went to their favourite spot to get ice-cream. Mint-Chocolate for Anna, boring vanilla for Rose and mango-passion for Wynonna. They enjoyed it in the back of the pick-up. Wynonna loved her nieces more than anything since they joined the family almost six years ago. Both kids’ parents died in a car accident when the girls hadn’t even turned one. Nicole was the first on-site and when she learned about the kids, she had to do something. Waverly was the one who said they should take them into their family and offer them all the love and protection they deserved. Wynonna felt in love with them in a second and the entire clan adopted them as their own. It’s how the orphan girls ended up with two uncles, one aunt and one grandpa who were living less than 100m from them.
“We should go home. We have to be there before your mum or…”
“She will know that we stopped for ice-cream.” Said Rose cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
The twins and Wynonna arrived at the homestead at the same time as Nicole. Rose hid into Anna’s neck. The two sisters pouted.
“Oopsie, troubles.”
“You can go to the house, your mama and uncle Henry are already here. I hold your mum back.”
The two girls jumped from the car and ran to their house. Wynonna stopped to great Nicole at her police car’s door. She tried to charmed Nicole but the redhead knew her sister-in-law pretty well. Nice Wynonna when she was coming back from work meant only one thing: Her little princesses got the chance to eat ice-cream before dinner.
“Wynonna. I knew it the second you said you would pick them up from school. They didn’t saw you in weeks. They knew your weakness for their cute smiles.”
“It’s not my fault if my sister taught them how to get me with their puppy eyes. I almost resisted to their smiles.”
“No problem, I understand but if they are starving at 5 am, tomorrow, you’re the one I wake up to do their breakfast.”
The two sisters-in-law entered the house which was filled with laughter and happy calls for help. The two women looked at each other, it was synonymous of one thing, grandpa Bobo arrived before them at home and was playing with the girls.
“Hey, babe.” Said suddenly Waverly coming out from the kitchen. “How was your day.”
“Too long but thanks to Bobo we have a face for this mysterious woman.” Answered Nicole after stealing a kiss from her wife.
“Good. That’s good. Dinner is almost ready. Doc is working on the salad dressing. Feeling better, Wynonna?” Added Waverly hugging her sister.
“Still have it but feeling a bit better. Need help for something?”
“Except getting Bobo and the kids to the table, nope, we are good.”
The little family found themselves around the table, eating and chatting happily. The twins were the centre of the attention, everyone was listening about Rose future role in the school play or how Anna will probably join the ice hockey team even if deep down everyone knew that Waverly was against the idea terrified by it. Everyone was so in their bubble that they almost missed the knock on the door. Nicole was about to get up but Wynonna stopped her. She went letting the little girls telling their mothers their day. When the older Earp opened the door, no one was there. She was about to close the door when she saw it. A small necklace abandoned here, on the doormat. Wynonna kneeled and took it between her fingers. I was an ancient pendant representing an armed angel. Out of nowhere this terrible pain that was living in her guts, irradiated her entire body.
In the other room, Waverly started to be worried to not see her sister coming back to the table. After calling her twice without any answer, she got up decided to see what was happening at her doorstep. In the corridor, Wynonna was lying on the floor, crying out of pain in a foetal position. Waverly didn’t think twice and dropped to the floor next to her sister.
“Wynonna! Wynonna?” The older Earp was out of it. “Nicole!”
In less than two minutes, Bobo had taken the girls to their room and Henry and Nicole were next to Waverly. Wynonna was sweating and trembling still unconscious on the floor, crushing the unknown necklace in her hands.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know, she was like this when I arrived.” Said Waverly terrified.
“I call an ambulance.” Jumped Doc worried for the love of his life. “Don’t give up, Wynonna. We are here.”
“Did you hear, we are here, sis.”
Nicole hugged Waverly trying to reassure her. The younger Earp was playing with her sister’s hair, trying to stay calm while an emotional storm was raging inside her heart. Nicole was discreetly checking on Wynonna pulse. It was very slow but seemed steady.
When the ambulance arrived, Wynonna was finally back to reality but her words were slurred and incoherent. She was trembling and sweating like she was in withdrawal. Waverly refused to let her sister’s hand go and Nicole promised to join her at the hospital as soon as she had seen and talked to the girls.