43 Bobo & waves? thank u
Summary: Future fic. When Bulshar comes across Bobo and Waverly, Bobo has to make a decision if he’s going to protect his angel or himself.
Writing prompt for an anon on Tumblr: Prompt #43 - “I’m not going to lose you again!”
It had all happened in a blur of chaos, like everything in their lives.
One minute she had been sure he was evil. Absolute, pure evil that could manipulate a child to help him attack her family, steal her sister away, and bring about every ounce of pain that they’d felt. That certainty had overshadowed any goodness, any fond feelings that she had had for him and it had given her the will to push those memories down that countered that understanding… even if they crept up and in and around like a reminder that this whole situation might not be as straight forward as she was trying to make it.
Then Doc had told her that Bobo had offered her to Clootie and she’d felt a sense of confirmation. She had been right to distrust him when she saw him with the Widows, even if he’d just helped her to bring Wynonna back.
Things were never that simple when it came to Bobo Del Rey though. There weren’t just two sides to a story, but many. They were broken and fractured, making it very difficult to tell what game he was playing at or whose side he was actually on, but then he’d fought free of Clootie’s hold and he and Wynonna had made their deal. He was going to help them. If Wynonna was willing to end Clootie - Bulshar - once and for all, he was willing to help them finish what he and Wyatt had started so many years before.
Waverly hadn’t trusted him right away. How could she? The fact that a part of her wanted to was beside the point. It was childish and naive, just as she had been when she’d slipped through the fenceline to go play with her so-called imaginary friend. In the weeks that he’d worked with them she found herself remembering those days and the way he had hoisted her up on his shoulders and paraded her around until she nearly fell from her perch giggling. Or the way he’d pulled her from the icy lake and wrapped her up in his coat to make sure she was safe and warm. Or how they’d sat together at the fenceline and she’d told him about how lonely she felt and he’d promised her - he had promised her - she would never be alone. As long as she wanted him, he would be right there with her.
She had started to see glimpses of what she remembered in him, but she hadn’t quite let herself trust. Not yet. She had pushed him away on the rare occasion he tried to reach out, she had done everything that she could not to let the brief flash of real emotion in his eyes make her heart ache. He had been her very best friend once and she didn’t dare risk that kind of attachment again if it hadn’t been real.
And then Clootie had come to make good on the promise Bobo had made while under his influence, and instead of giving Waverly up to him he’d put himself between her and the demon. Bulshar had reached out, power ripping through the air, and Bobo’s boots had left the ground as he’d been lifted into the air, his entire body rigid and his scream echoing across the space.
There was nothing Waverly could do as she’d seen his eyes flash red, deep and dark and angry, and that last strip of dark hair on his head turn white as the demon set him down, crumpling and twitching at the dark power that had rushed through him, and when he rose he wasn’t the man she’d hoped was real. Clootie had him again.
This wasn’t fair. He had given himself up to protect her and now he snarled, a sick smile twisting his lips as he watched her, tilting his head. His eyes were red. They remained red. She’d never seen a Revenant so fully possessed. So void of anything less than evil. It wasn’t fair. This wasn’t him, and somehow it had taken seeing him like this for her to know for sure that the man she’d known as a child was how he should really be.
“Run along, Little Sister,” Bobo said, his voice low and vicious. “The deal won’t last long.”
The deal. Him for her. That had been the deal he’d struck with Clootie. He would give himself willingly if Bulshar would let the youngest Earp sister run.