Gunslinger

‘…If you ever bore any love for me…’

Wynonna closed her eyes when his fingers just barely brushed against hers. Goddamn this man. When she opened her eyes she ignored the way her eyes stung. Her voice was rough when she spoke. “Fine. For now. But if he puts someone at risk? In any way?”

Now she does laugh. It’s a sharp, disbelieving sound that’s coupled with an angry glare. 

“For the record you’re the only person who has ever made yourself a liar. I’m going to do what I need to do and I’m sorry it doesn’t work with what you promised before I even existed.” 

One eyebrow rose up when Doc’s voice pitched out the way it did, her expression becoming challenging in the time it took for him to take a breath. 

“Good to know that there are some loyalties you can stick to, I guess.” Wynonna ignored the frustration, hurt, and the inexplicable loneliness that showed up whenever she was near him. “I find out who he is and see him on his lonesome? He’s gone.”

Wynonna fought the urge to punch Doc in the nose. She schooled her breathing–and yes, that was a bit of a lesson from Matt. Not that she’d tell him–then looked back at him. 

“You don’t get a say in my Curse, John Henry.” 

“Why not? You’re not having any problem judging mine! You never had that issue.” Wynonna stood a bit taller, jaw briefly locking as turned back around to her. She rolled her eyes at him. “Good men. They are both good men. You’re just petty and pissed off that one of them beat the shit out of you without breaking a sweat and you couldn’t even do it with your special sharp teeth.”

‘I promise you this, Wynonna.’ Cause that’s gone so well before, you and your promises.

A groan left her. “I’m sorry, when the hell did you get a say on the order of operations there?”

As much as he loathed the fact, she had a point. He demanded she not judge his return to Kate’s side, while ...

But oh, how it had stung. 

Not the beating he had received at the hands of her brute. No.  

Catching her smiling, free and joyous, her hands against the broad chest. Or bending her slender body over the blind man’s back to adjust his hands on the pool table. 

He had no right and yet ...

“I don’t break the Curse until I get every Goddamn Revenant. Dude is a Revenant. Revenant goes downstairs. You know this.”

She scoffed and shook her head. “No. I won’t.”

Anger mixed with hunger and flared in his chest like hellfire.

“Do not judge me for my choices.”, he snarled, rounding on her. He found himself glad for the bar between them, stopping him from reaching her. “Not if you parade those ... men around.”

Well, maybe if you hadn’t played extreme necking with Perfect Nose Kate and realized I needed more time to deal with everything… “Not if they’re a Revenant,” Wynonna reminded him. “Then it really is my concern.”

“Not this one. Let it go, Wynonna.”

“There is no us.” She pursed her lips and resisted the urge to sigh. “Ali–A friend of mine said that she saw you having a good laugh with a Revenant that she’d been keeping an eye on.” 

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“It must be the end of the world, for you to come and seek me out.”

“What does it say about you that it would have to be the end of the world to look for you?”

Those simple spoken words, the saccharin sweet way his voice rang out calling her darlin’, cause the barbwire coil around her heart to tighten up. She bit her lip and pulled away from him. She had to step back. Looking up at Doc now he seemed so much older, so much sadder than before. There was still that gleam in his eye, but now it seemed like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

“What? What’s happened so much that it makes this different than before?” She was hurt, confused and honestly, with Wynonna that didn’t make for a good mix. She moved towards the bottle of alcohol on the table and brought it up to her lips, downing more of it than she probably should have.

It didn't much matter that he knew that her anger was born from hurt. He didn't want this any more than she did. He was hurting, too, but he was trying to protect her.

Her and himself, in a way.

"Many things have happened, Wynonna!", he snapped and snatched the bottle away from her, spilling the golden liquid down her shirt and splashing it on the tips of his own boots. "Dolls, for one, has happened."

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There was a sound of pain in Doc’s voice and she noticed it. She understood where it was coming from. Did she hurt him getting involved with Dolls? Had there been something between them? She could remember Doc pushing away from her and feeling that she had done something wrong. “Then don’t lie Doc..”

She looked at him, before shaking her head and turning away from him. “No… actually.. don’t.” She bit her lip trying to fight the words that boiled up in her throat. She hated thinking there was ever a chance for them. Especially since Alice was out there, safe from harm until she could bring her home.

“Don’t lie.. and if that means not saying whatever it is you feel.. then so be it..” She bit her lip. “I’ll never mention it again.”

"Wynonna …", it came out like a call of alarm, almost and his hand twitched in an aborted attempt at reaching out to her.

What could he offer her? A man bound for hell, one hundred and thirty odd years out of his time.

He sighed and ran a hand down his face. The scratch of his stubble reminded him that he needed a shave and a trim to his beard and the thought was a welcome distraction from the pain in his chest as his eyes fell back on her. She looked devastated.

"Dolls he …", died only a few days ago, he had wanted to say, but even unfinished, the thought sounded cruel in his head. It didn't matter if he thought that she was using him for comfort or if that was true or not. Reminding her … almost accusing her of it outright felt like kicking her when she was down.