The results come back on a Tuesday. Nothing spectacular happens; Waverly checks the mail and finds the envelope addressed to her, in between the electric bill and a postcard for the Humane Society.
She reads the single page three times before the words blur as the tears come.
It’s not fair.
Wynonna has spent her whole life running, trying to shake off the Earp legacy. She ran until Waverly didn’t recognize her anymore, until the world kept spinning and Wynonna Earp became a curse word. She was left behind - Waverly was left behind, picking up each stick, lining them up in order, learning everything she could.
And it turns out the one thing she had, the one thing Wynonna left, her name,isn’t even really hers.
“Hey, Waves, I found your scarf. It must have fallen under my seat the other when night when I drove-” Nicole pauses in the doorway. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Waverly tries to shake her head but a sob bubbles up in her throats and spills out of her mouth and she’s falling, the letter fluttering to the ground as Nicole catches her around the waist. She sinks into the steady arms around her, digging her fingers into Nicole’s sides tightly as if it will ground her.
“Baby,” Nicole breathes out. “It’s okay. Everything will be fine.”
“It’s not fair,” she sobs, her words broken up as she tries to breathe. “It’s not fair.”
Nicole slowly lowers them to the floor, cradling Waverly in her lap. One hand goes to the back of Waverly’s neck, stroking the fine hairs at the along the base of her neck. Her other hand picks up the letter on the floor.
“Read it,” Waverly spits. “I finally know the truth.”
Nicole takes her time reading the letter. By the time she’s done, Waverly’s eyes are dry. She still rests her forehead in the crook of Nicole’s neck, taking steady measures breaths.
“I’m not an Earp,” she says when Nicole finally puts the page down. “What Bobo said is true.”
“Waverly,” Nicole tries.
Waverly feels another sob building in her chest. “I’m… I’m nobody.”
“No, no, no,” Nicole whispers against her hair. She kisses the crown of Waverly’s head. “You-”
“I’m not an Earp,” Waverly repeats.
Nicole pulls back a little until Waverly can see her eyes. She gets a little lost in them for a moment and it takes Nicole’s finger tapping under her chin to bring her back.
“Your last name? It doesn’t matter,” Nicole says quietly. “You’re still you. You’re still kind and smart and brave. You’re still Waverly.”
And Waverly lets the buildup in her chest loose, pressing her face into Nicole’s collarbone. It takes a few minutes for her to catch her breath, to ask the one question that has been living at the back of her mind since that day with Bobo in the treehouse.
“Is that…” She swallows heavily, her cheeks and eyes wet. “Is the enough?”
Nicole sighs, a soft smile on her face. “Oh, baby. That’s all you ever need to be.”
My experience in the Bobo tag has gone from "look at this lovely Macklemore-wannabe goofball" to "welcome to hell, how would you like your feelings murdered today?" And I'm pretty sure it's 99% your fault. I GOT FEELINGS OVER A STRAIGHT JACKET.
I don’t even know what that gif is but it sums up my feeling on this matter.
The Wayhaught scene from the sizzle trailer at SDCC has me believing that that is them waking up from the spell the Iron Witch cast, it could explain why they look messed up and they are both wearing the same clothes right before the spell was casted. I somehow think Doc will get out of the Well(possibly with help from Bobo) and save the day
so, what are we thinking in terms of romantic subplots this season? i know we've had dean mention that he wants to find someone who understands his life, maybe another hunter...
you know, the other day bobo berens brought something up to me, he said that cas--
no. no. we've been through this. here's what's going to happen. towards the end of the season we introduce a lady hunter, you know, hot, white, early 20s maybe. don't worry about too much character development. in the meantime, we have amara and dean...
misha collins, squinting through a sniper rifle's crosshairs on a nearby rooftop:
i have the shot
robbie thompson's voice through a walkie talkie: