#and not just the weird black goo of werewolf healing!

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scott mccall x guts julia armfield

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.35

Word Count: 2,599

Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Scott McCall, Jennifer Blake, Stiles Stilinski, Deucalion, Kali, Ethan and Aiden, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

A/N: --- 

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You watched as the lights flickered in the hospital room as you paced around anxiously, biting at your nail.

“They’re evacuating the whole hospital,” Peter ran into the room.

“Then why is Cora still here?” you raised your voice slightly.

“I don't know, did she wake up at all?” Peter asked, he put his hand on Cora’s forehead, looking down at her.

“She’s been unconscious for an hour at the least,” you sighed.

“I’m so sorry, I thought someone would…” Melissa walked into Cora’s room, immediately freezing as she laid eyes on Peter, backing away slowly.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” she shook her head.

“Yeah, I get that a lot actually,” Peter shrugged.

Cora opened her eyes, as her body shot up, leaning to her side.

“Cora,” you ran to her side, as black goo and mistletoe.

“Oh my god,” you gasped softly, as she fell back into her bed, unconscious once again.

---

You put your phone down, noticing the hospital was quiet. You made your way to Cora’s room, seeing her bed empty.

“No...” your eyes went wide as you stumbled back, following a trail of black goo down the hallway.

You tended up, hearing noises as you opened the door, Peter being pinned against a wall by the twins. You felt an immediate sense of anger wash over you as you saw the twins. They did this to Cora. They deserved to pay for it.

“Take Cora!” he yelled at you.

“Dimovenda,” your eyes went black as you raised your hand up, throwing Ethan and Aiden to the side as they split back into themselves.

In an instant, Peter ran over to you, Ethan and Aiden standing up, forming back into one.

“Secare,” they fell to their knees, moaning loudly as they struggled to stand up.

“(Y/N), maybe you shouldn't…” Peter started.

You pushed him away from you, hearing him fall, gliding away, against the floor as he groaned.

“Give us Jennifer!” they yelled.

Your eyes continued to stay black, their voices drifting from your mind as you made a fist-like motion with your hands, hearing them yelling.

“You can’t kill them, (Y/N)! Deucalion will just come after you!” Peter yelled, trying to stop you.

“Don't tell me what to do,” you growled, your voice distorted as you used your magic on Peter, throwing him past the doors.

“(Y/N),” you could hear Scott’s voice in the distance.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled, shaking you as you gasped, stumbling back.

He gave you a weird look, shifting into werewolf form as you looked back, seeing Jennifer run to the elevator.

“Hell no,” you ran to the elevator, hearing Derek yell your name as you jumped in.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” you yelled, wrapping your hands around her neck, pushing her against the wall.

“Y-You can’t kill me… I’m helping,” she wheezed, struggling as she tried to pull your hands off her neck.

“You’re running away,” you said.

“I was trying to save my life! I-I swear, I’ll save her, I promise,” she begged.

You let her go, as she fell in front of you, coughing.

She looked up at you, frowning before she stood up.

“You have no idea what's going on with you, do you?” she laughed bitterly.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. If you try and run away one more time, I’ll kill you,” you threatened.

“Cute. This explains Deucalion’s interest in you,” she shrugged.

“What are you talking about?” you frowned, looking at her.

“You’re turning into a demon, (Y/N),” you clenched your jaw, pressing the elevator button to the third floor.

“You must've felt something. You killed someone, you enjoyed it. Now you’re angry all the time. You don’t have control over your powers, you're actually more powerful this way,” you tried not to listen to her words as the elevator door opened.

You grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her with you.

“I can help you,” she said.

“I don’t need your help,” you spat, pushing open the door, immediately met with the eyes of Scott, Stiles, Derek, and Peter.

“She’s going to save Cora and then tell us where Sheriff Stilinski is,” you pushed her as she stumbled forward.

“But,” she started as you glared at her.

“Only when I’m out of here and safe,” she said.

“You’re joking, right?” you scoffed.

“She tried to escape!” Derek yelled.

Derek ran forward, about to hit Jennifer as Scott blocked him, holding him back.

“I was trying to survive, you can't blame me for that,” she shook her head.

“If you wanna prove you’re one of the good guys, then heal her,” Stiles said.

“Not until I’m safe,” she shook her head.

“I’d like to volunteer a different method of persuasion. Let’s torture her,” Peter suggested.

You clenched your first tightly, feeling more and more anger rise in your chest.

“No one’s killing her!” Scott exclaimed.

You heard the PA system turn on, hearing Melissa’s voice over the intercom.

“Um, c-can I have your attention?” you felt your heart stop as Scott froze.

“Mr.Deucalion… S-Sorry, just Deucalion, requests that you bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the front office. Do this, and everyone else can leave. You have 10 minutes,” you turned your head to Scott, as his eyes watered slightly.

“He’s not gonna hurt her,” Jennifer started, shaking her head.

“Shut up,” Derek snarled.

“He won’t. Scott, you know why. Tell them it’s true,” Jennifer said.

You, Peter, and Derek all turned to Scott, looking at him anxiously.

“What’s she talking about?” you asked.

He stayed quiet, somehow unable to speak.

Jennifer rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically.

“You're not the only one he wants in his pack,” she started.

You raised an eyebrow, continuing to look at Scott.

“Deucalion doesn’t just want an alpha pack. He wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of alphas to his ranks,” she explained.

“A true alpha,” Peter gasped.

“What the hell is a true alpha?” you asked.

“The kind that doesn't have to steal his power from another. One that can rise by the force of his own will,” Peter explained.

Scott looked to the ground, taking an interest in his shoes as he tensed slightly.

“It doesn't matter,” Scott shook his head, turning to Jennifer. 

“We still need to get her out of here,” Scott said.

“Scott, your mom…” Stiles started.

“My mom said there’s one more ambulance coming in 20 minutes. And I don’t think we’ve been here that long. So we can get down to the garage, get to the last ambulance, and we can get out of here,” Scott said.

“The twins aren't gonna let us just walk out,” Peter said.

“Then I’ll distract them,” you shrugged.

“No,” Peter said.

“No? Are you serious?” you raised an eyebrow.

“We need a small distraction, the last thing we need is for you to kill them,” Peter said.

“I’m not going to kill them,” you rolled your eyes.

“(Y/N), I need you to help Stiles take Cora to the ambulance, he needs you. I’ll fight Ethan and Aiden,” Scott said.

“I’ll help you,” Derek offered.

“Uh, sorry, but I’m not going anywhere without you, Derek,” Jennifer shook her head.

“This plan is stupid. Why should she leave? I say we torture her, save Noah, and then hand her over to Deucalion,” you sighed.

You felt everyone's eyes fall on you, as you avoided looking back at Derek.

“What?” you exclaimed.

“I’ll do it. I’ll go with Scott, but I prefer to be out there with some type of advantage,” Peter said.

“(Y/N), lay some of your voodoo crap on me,” Peter said.

You stared at him, giving him a blank expression as you clenched your jaw.

“Please?” Peter asked again.

You rolled your eyes, before sighing.

“Confirma,” you heard everyone gasp, looking at your eyes as they turned black.

“Shut up. Come on, let’s get a move on,” you said.

Peter and Scott ran to the hallway, fighting the twins while the rest of you made your way from the back door. 

---

“It’s still here, come on,” you ran into the garage, pushing the doors open as Derek held Cora, running to the ambulance.

You looked to the side, before seeing the ambulance driver in the ground, laying there, dead.

“Julia,” you heard Kali’s voice as your head shot up.

You motioned to Stiles, telling him to close the door and hide himself and Cora.

“It is you,” she laughed, standing in front of you, Derek and Jennifer, holding up the keys to the ambulance. 

“You can't fight her alone,” Jennifer said.

“That’s why you’re going to run,” you said.

“Saepem coici,” you used your magic, holding Kali back.

You heard Jennifer’s and Derek’s footsteps running away.

“Deucalion wants to see you. He wants to talk to you,” Kali said, remaining calm as you held her back.

“Why aren't you fighting me?” you asked.

“I have nothing against you,” she shrugged.

“You're joking, right? After forcing Derek to kill Boyd? After Derek killed your little boyfriend because of me?” you scoffed.

“You hate him as much as I do,” she replied.

You saw the lights flicker, as you looked up.

“That was Plan B. I knew they would take the elevator. Now they can't move,” she replied.

“How do you know Jennifer?” you asked.

“She was the emissary for my pack. I supposedly killed her when I killed everyone else. But she lived. Now she’s gathering power to fight us. We really mean no harm,” Kali said.

“No harm? No harm? Are you serious right now?” you scoffed.

“Maybe some harm. Come with me, right now. We’ll go to Deucalion. He’ll tell you about your powers. You can help us fight Julia,” she said.

“I may seem like an idiot college freshman, but I assure you, I’m everything but that. Pulsate conscientiam,” she fell to the ground, going unconscious. 

You lifted her body, carrying her away from Stiles and Cora.

---

“Deucalion,” you dropped Kali’s body in front of him, using your magic to push her body over to him.

“(Y/N),” he replied.

“What's happening to me?” you asked.

“Join me and I’ll help you,” he shrugged.

“I’m not joining you or your stupid pack. If you want to help me, show a sign of good faith and tell me what’s happening to me and how to stop it,” you crossed your arms, becoming tense.

“After a witch kills someone, they experience an overwhelming sense of anger. Your powers will become stronger, making it harder for you to control. But, you’ll need to kill again to finish the process,” he explained.

Kill again?

“So, if I don’t kill again, I’ll be safe? Or back to normal? Well, that’s not hard at all,” you shook your head.

“It’ll be harder and harder for you to tame your urge to kill. It will happen again, (Y/N), sooner or later. You'll become unhinged.”

He had to be lying about something. Although Deucalion seemed to always tell the truth, there was no way he was being truthful right now, right?

“Witches don’t just turn into demons,” you started.

“You’re no ordinary witch, (Y/N). Witches don’t come back to life after they die. Surely you’ve noticed something. You experienced anger and sadness the same. The sadness has been drowned out by the anger in you,” you could feel your heart beating loudly in the back of your head.

“How do you know so much about me?” you asked.

“You'd be shocked by what I know. For example, a spell that Julia used on Derek…” he could tell he was getting on your nerves.

“What spell?” you asked.

“I’m afraid that’s all I have to tell you. If you join me, I’ll teach you everything I know. Knowledge is power, (Y/N). Why do you think I’m the most powerful of werewolves?” you ran your fingers through your hair, biting your lip.

You stumbled back a few steps.

“Take all the time you need to think about this,” he shrugged.

“Screw you,” you scoffed.

Before he could say anything else, you ran away from him.

---

“God!” you exclaimed softly, leaning against the wall as you took a deep breath.

You could feel your mind about to explode. You tried not to believe what Deucalion was saying, but why would he lie? Maybe you were dangerous to everyone around you. Everyone saw your eyes, they all know something's wrong with you. It’s only a matter of time before someone comes asking.

You heard footsteps coming down the hall as you tensed up, standing up.

“Shh,” you heard someone say. You heard a gun cock, as you clenched your fist, making your way down the hall.

“Repellunt,” your eyes turned black as you pushed the gun to the ground, met with the faces of Chris, Allison, and Isaac.

“What the hell are you three doing here?!” 

---

“So, there’s no way to get them out without turning the power on, right?” Chris asked.

You looked up, wondering when Scott and Melissa came, as the group of you made your way to a surgery room.

“If we turn the power on, we tell them where Derek and Ms.Blake are. If they take her, we can’t save Stiles’ dad or Cora,” Scott explained.

“Hold, I don’t even think I know which teacher this is,” Chris shook his head.

“She has brown hair, she’s kinda hot,” the five of you immediately stared at Isaac, giving him a look.

“Just an observation,” he shook his head, glancing down.

You rolled your eyes, turning your head as you frowned, looking at Allison.

“Wait… I think I have an idea,” you started.

“I think I just had the same idea,” she replied.

---

“He’s supposed to be back,” Isaac said nervously, glancing at the camera in the car.

You helped Peter carry Cora to the car, as you waited outside for Scott and Stiles.

“I’m going inside to find him. If you see anyone from the Alpha pack, drive, okay?” you told Isaac.

“What? I can’t leave you all here,” he started.

“Isaac, our top priority is keeping Cora safe. We’ll be fine. Listen, okay?” you asked again.

He looked at you anxiously before nodding.

You ran into the hospital, seeing the lights flickering, as the elevator opened. 

You ran to the elevator, seeing Derek’s unconscious body on the floor, with Jennifer nowhere in sight.

“Oh my god,” you gasped softly.

Shit!

You knew you couldn't just leave him there.

You clenched your jaw, running to him as you helped him up, throwing his arm around your shoulder as you pulled him up.

“Come on, wake up Derek,” you said, strained as you walked him to the garage.

“(Y/N)?” he groaned softly.

“Go to Isaac. He’s in Argent’s car in the garage,” you told him, standing up straight as he stood in front of you.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To find Scott and Stiles,” you took a few steps back before he stopped you.

“I-I heard your conversation with Deucalion…” he started.

“Just because you can hear everything doesn't mean you should,” you replied.

“Wait, can we talk?” he asked softly.

“Derek, go to the car. I need to find Scott and Stiles,” before he could say anything else, you ran away, running to find Scott and Stiles.

You ran to the roof, seeing Stiles’ back turned to you, as he stood by himself.

“Stiles, where’s Scott?” you asked softly.

He turned to you, his eyes red with tears.

“He’s gone.”

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+

June

It had been an easy day at work. Jordan had taken on the bulk of the calls and Romero was quite adept at paperwork; between the two of them John was unsure he’d ever have to work a hard day again. He had a feeling that was the point.

“Hey you,” Mel said opening the door, two mugs in her hand.

John smiled. “Hey you.”

He took the mug from her and made to move past her but her hans came up to rest lightly on his chest. John frowned.

“We’re having a small situation. Very small, like a two feet tall situation,” Mel said gently. “Nothing to overly worry about but…”

There was a shout followed by a thump inside the house. John peered into the house to spot a child running through the hallway with Allison following it. John raised an eyebrow at Melissa.

“Tiny situation.”

+

Nadia.

That’s what the little gold bangle on her wrist said. Engraved on gold. Expensive. Loved.

John searches very carefully on the database, no Nadias missing.

Allison is making cheesy pasta and Nadia is singing some sort of song along with her, flour is everywhere.

John broadens his search a little bit, looking for missing kids from sites of accidents, or crime scenes.

“She just appeared, screaming in Scott’s bed,” Melissa said. “Liam said the place smelt like wet rain on hot tarmac.”

“Petrichor,” John interjected absently. Melissa gave him a look. A look that said you’ve interrupted me and how did you know that?

He’s been spouting a lot of random useless information recently.

He has no real idea where it comes from.

“She had a broken arm and latched onto Malia like a limpet - “

“Malia?” John asked incredulous.

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Do you want me to get to work on time?”

“Sorry,” he muttered sheepishly.

“Nadia liked the smell of Malia. Malia liked the smell of Nadia. They’ve been adorable. Allison came over an hour or so ago.”

“Wait, Nadia liked - Nadia is - “

“A tiny werewolf. Yes. The bone had to be set though. Deaton says she won’t heal like a grown up, won’t shift, won’t have super strength. She has smelling and hearing. She’s got a cast on. That’s about it.”

Melissa handed John her empty mug.

“Enjoy babysitting.”

“You got anything?”

John was pulled out of his thoughts and he snapped the laptop shut, standing up from the study chair.

“Nothing yet,” John replied. Malia screwed up her face.

“She’s not sad. Just scared. Upset. Maybe…”

“Maybe she’s just lost and we get a happy ending?” John finished for her. Malia nodded, serious. “I hear you’re her favourite?”

Malia glanced over into the kitchen. Nadia has a wooden spoon and is now clanging out a beat on the worktop. Malia tilted her head to consider.

“She smells like home. Like family. I…” She turned back to John. “I’ve never felt or smelt something like this before.”

John wrapped an arm around Malia’s shoulders. Since he discovered her and Scott pulled her out of her shift he’s had a soft spot for her, a specal place in his heart for her. He used to find her curled up in the guest room, snarling, fighting for control. She would curl up and howl and cry to the moon. When morning came around she would stumble out of the room to the kitchen where John had made up hot chocolate for her. She never even flinched.

That vulnerable edge made John want to protect her from the world.

“Maybe that’s why she’s here, hm?”

Malia gave a little shrug amd let John lead her through to the kitchen. Nadia’s eyes swiveled round to them. Big whiskey eyes. Big grin.

“Mala!”

Malia grinned and hip checked Allison on her way over to the tot. Allison playfully swatted her with her spatula in revenge.

“Are you making pasta?”

Nadia nodded, beginning to babble and waving her spoon around. Malia listened intently.

“Need any help?” John asked Allison as he approached the hob.

“Uhm, table? Finding something for Nadia would be great. We had to borrow that high chair thing from the neighbours. I think it’s meant for younger ages though? But yeah, a bowl and a spoon?” Allison said brow furrowing.

John easily found some old bowls and sippy cups and cutlery from the back of the cupboard. Nadia turned her nose up very slightly at the sippy cup, but Malia put in her favourite juice so she seemed happy enough. She ate well. Then she got sleepy.

Malia and John stood in the doorway of Scott’s room. Nadia was curled upside down with her thumb in her mouth. “All tuckered out,” John said softly, staring at the little girl swamped in Scott’s bed.

“I need to go. I’ll come back tomorrow. After college. Maybe two.”

John nodded. “My day off tomorrow so don’t stress. Come when you like.”

-

John startled awake. Pitch black. Mel at work. Why - ?

His radio crackled again as panicked whimpers were broadcast into his room, a makeshift baby monitor. He blearily stood and walked down to Scott’s room. Scanning the room he found Nadia was curled up in the wardrobe crying softly.

“Nadia?” John called gently. “It’s John, I’m coming in.”

He wasn’t sure how much Nadia understood yet, but she was three or four. She could probably understand.

“I’m opening the door now,” he said crouching down and pushing the door open. Nadia was curled up in the corner, snuggled into one of the old lacrosse jumpers Scott had accumulated. “Hey kiddo.”

“Want Tato. Want Dad.”

Tato.

“I know, sweetie. How about tomorrow we sit down and we’ll figure out how to get you home?”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Nadia looked at John with her big eyes, mousey brown hair tangled all around her, moles and freckles dotted around.

“You want some hot milk? Get you ready for sleep again?”

She nodded and held out her arms. This kid was so trusting.

John lifted her and easily popped her onto his hip like a pro.

Well, he’d seen others do it so often.

He trundled down to the kitchen and started making the milk. Nadia snuggled up into his neck and breathed deeply. They sat down on the couch and Nadia fell asleep in his arms. It felt nice, it felt… familiar.

-

Melissa’s face was the first thing he saw when he woke.

“Hey you,” she said softly, kissing his nose. “Late night?”

“Nah,” he said glancing down at the tyke. “Just an interlude. Meant to put her back in her bed.”

“I may have taken photos,” Melissa said with a grin. “So cute.”

“Careful what you wish for, who knows when Scott’s going to come home with a babe in arms.”

“Ugh, no, don’t ruin it,” she said crinkling her brow. “Pop her back in bed and see if she’ll sleep a while longer.”

“Mm wake now,” came a lispy voice. “Look for dad. Look for Tato.”

John sighed and stood. “That’s right, sweetie, but first we get clothes on and breakfast. Sound good?”

“Nom nom,” she breathed into John’s neck.

“I can - ”

“Nah, you get a shower and some rest. How was the shift?” he asked as they climbed the stairs.

“Quiet. Are you sure? I am the experienced one here,” Mel said with a grin.

“I can handle it,” Johns snorted. “Neither of us have had a little lady.”

“Alright.”

+

Chris Argent showed up sometime between cereal and toast, easily saving John from the whys and upsets of a new routine.

Apparently she hated orange juice.

Now she was sitting with Rowan – a stuffed horse Chris had snagged from some storage box of Allison’s. John had the computer in front of him, while Argent cleared up the mess in the kitchen. Time for some answers.

“What’s your Dad’s name?”

“Peter.”

“And… Tato?” John asked with a hitch in his throat

“Stiles.”

So it was him.

“Where do you live?”

“With Dad.”

John sighed. He could come back to that.

“How did you hurt your arm?” he asked gently. Nadia thunked her cast against the table.

“The bad people.”

“How did you get here?”

“Dunno. Magic.”

Magic. That was a lead of sorts.

“Where are your Dads?”

“Dunno.”

“Are they with the bad people?”

She stared at Rowan and pushed her face into the toy, looking scared up at John and shook her head while shrugging.

“Okay, okay, is there anything you can tell me to help find your Dads?” John asked. She frowned.

“Want Dad,” she said. John took a calming breath as the tot suddenly launched into him crying.

“Sh, it’s okay, we’ll find them. I promise, we’ll find them.”

+

July

It was odd.

It was wonderful.

College had wrapped up for the summer and the pack had swept in and swept up Nadia like she was one of their own. Malia and Scott would take her on tiny hikes in the woods. Hayden and Lydia would watch movies and take her to adventure zone funland. Melissa would get soaked during bath time. Allison would read to her before bed. Then make goo goo eyes with Scott. Then Melissa would look at John horrified.

It was perfect.

Deaton seemed to be more interested in where she had shown up rather than why she had shown up. Seemed intent that she be kept in the McCall household.

“To be as accurate as to throw a child with a broken arm onto a bed belies familiarity with the arrival location. Whoever sent her here knows Scott. Sent her to him specifically.”

And of course any news on the serial killer Stiles and his alpha Peter?

“I’ve contacted my people Sheriff but it could take some time.”

Great. Thank you Deaton.

+

August

Kindergarten.

It came with a whole host of problems. Who do they say this kid belongs to?

There are a whole host of rumours. Concerning Scott. And it kills the Sheriff, it does, to hear people talk about his son and Allison like that but…

It easier to let people make up their own stories.

+

Maybe an early retirement was in order. He could put his endorsement behind Jordan, stay on as a weekend deputy. Be around, but just, less. It would mean more time for Nadia, and for the supernatural malarkey. Melissa was about to get that promotion, Scott wasn’t at home so that helped money wise – especially since Rafa had pulled a college fund out his ass at the last minute…

This could work.

September

Nadia was hurt. Badly. She was in the hospital. Deaton was gone the exact moment he was needed. Melissa says her vitals are all funny, the doctors can’t make sense of her. Every time he sees that little girl with her brown hair and her moles lying so still on that hospital bed, so pale and -

It’s like Claudia all over again.

“John -”

“No. There must be something else we can do. Someone else we can -”

John cut himself off because duh. There is someone else they can call.

“Have Scott text me Derek Hale’s mobile number.”

“Of course,” Melissa replied. “I think he’s abroad somewhere with Cora.”

It took hours. John sat by Nadia’s bed holding her hand in a painfully familiar way. She’s so still. It’s crazy. This girl runs rings around all of them. The most energetic little thing he’s ever seen. She can’t be this still, this quiet, this –

The phone rings.

“John? You said it’s urgent,” Derek said quickly.

“Yes, it is. We have a little girl here. Nadia. She’s four. She’s a werewolf. There was a plant in the preserve. Allison said it was yellow aconite. Scott seems to have healed fine but Nadia is in the ICU. I don’t… we don’t know how to help her.”

There was breathing on the other end for a few moments. Then talking. John could hear Cora. Then a shout.

“Did you say Nadia?” Derek’s voice crackled over the dodgy connection.

John frowned. “Yes. Her name’s Nadia.”

“And she’s four? Brown hair, moles?”

John nodded. “Yes. She appeared in Scott’s bed about -”

“Three months ago?”

“Yes.”

Derek sighed. There was more talking.

“I have her brother here.”

John’s heart swooped. “Her brother? She has a brother? She hasn’t - ”

“I didn’t know he had a sister till right now so. Yeah. She’s not a werewolf.”

John took a deep breath. “Not a werewolf.”

“She’s something else. Barry says she’ll get better on her own. You just have to wait.”

John shook his head. “That’s not good enough. She’s hurt. She’s - ”

“She’s healing. She’ll be fine. Yellow aconite just takes a while. She’s young, but strong. Like when Liam was in that car crash in a coma for a week. Healing takes energy, time.”

John took another deep breath. “Barry?”

Derek grunted. “Looks like it’s another trip back to Beacon Hills.”

“We’ll be waiting.”

+

It took three days for Nadia to open her eyes.

The longest three days of John’s life.

+

October

Sometimes John walks into rooms, a name on his lips to call but he just can’t quite remember who he was looking for. Why he even went into the room. What he was searching for.

Melissa would raise an eyebrow at him and he would snort.

He was getting old.

+

Allison grinned as Nadia pounced on her and toppled her to the ground.

“I win again!”

“Oh no!” Allison said. “I’ll never survive. Go on without me.”

“Okay!” Nadia replied running away to the barbeque.

“Oi! Don’t really leave me, you little traitor!” Allison said racing after her and picking her up. Nadia shrieked in delight.

“Down down! I want foooooooooooooood,” she pretended to howl.

“Your plate is with aunty Malia,” Melissa called. Allison carried Nadia and deposited her next to Malia.

“Lunch.”

“Lunch,” Malia replied, pushing a little plate of half burger and fries to her. She snatched it.

“How long till Barry?”

Malia brought out her phone and showed Nadia a photo. “Look he’s on a boat now. He’s getting closer.”

That seemed to placate her, for now.

John tapped Allison’s shoulder. She turned easily.

“Any news from your father?”

Allison’s face clouded. “No luck so far.”

John sighed. “Typical they choose now to have a low profile.”

“Well, that may be a good thing, right? Means we’re on the right track,” Allison said grabbing a plate. “Everyone’s hiding.”

“Yeah.”

November

“I want Dad!” Nadia screamed throwing her cup across the room.

“Nadia - ”

“I WANT TATO!”

John wasn’t sure what he did to set her off. None of the others seemed to cause these fits of rage. Everyone else got the sad tears. He always always got the tantrums, leaving John wondered what he did wrong.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH - ”

“Nadia! This isn’t helping anyone.”

“I WANT - ”

“I want him too!” John yelled back. Shit. He’s not supposed to yell back. “Nadia, I’m sorry, but if I know where your Dads were I’d bring them to you I’d -”

“Where’s Barry! I want Barry!”

John sighed, taking out his phone.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Derek, is Barry – yes please.”

“Put her on,” came a young voice.

“Nadia, Barry’s on the - ”

Nadia leapt up and grabbed the phone straight out of John’s hand, running out the room and slamming the door to her room. John sighed. For whatever reason he seemed to miss Claudia the most in the face of these tantrums.

+

Sometimes he wonders what it’d be like to raise his own child. He holds Nadia in his arms when she can’t sleep, rocks her in a way he’s never been taught, looks at her freckles and dark hair and little upturned nose and thinks…

She could have been theirs.

+

December

“We’ll be there in an hour or two,” Derek said over the phone.

“Thank fuck,” Scott replied over the hands free. John rolled his eyes but echoed the sentiment, Nadia was getting more and more ratty as time wore on.

“I’m sure Nadia will still be awake to see you,” John replied, pulling into the parking lot of Walmarts. “We’re just about to shop. Want anything?”

“Reese’s Pieces!” Barry shouted over the speaker phone. John laughed.

“Heard.”

“We’ll see you soon John.”

“Thanks Derek.”

They hung up and John and Scott tumbled out the car.

“Any clues as to what they might want for Christmas?” Scott asked.

“Every time I ask Nadia she asks for her Dads,” John sighed. Scott grimaced.

“That’s hard,” Scott said. “Especially since…”

“Since what?”

Scott shrugged. “I noticed she started calling you grampa,” he said lightly pulling a trolley out from the isle and pushing it towards John.

John swallowed as he grabbed the trolley. “Yeah, one of the neighbours called me that, then she asked google what it meant and now… Gramma and Grampa.”

Scott grinned. “I know – I mean, we all love her, you know? From the start, I mean, it’s like she’s a part of us.”

John nodded.

“So when her Dads show up…”

John glanced over at Scott.

“I mean. They’re serial killers. And they… they lost her.”

“Scott. No one - ” John gripped the shopping trolley hard. “No one can replace her parents. No one.”

Scott stared at John for a moment before nodding. “I know. I know that.”

They pushed the trolley in silence for a few moments.

“So… trucks or barbies?”

Scott grinned. “You’re so behind with the times, Gramps, we get both obviously!”

+

Nadia was standing in front of the door, staring. John was sitting at the kitchen island watching her with a coffee in his hand. Melissa had to work last minute, and Scott and Allison were upstairs. John didn’t want to think about what that meant. Again. Those two…

Nadia perked up suddenly. Going from eerily frozen to bouncing off  the walls.

“They’re heerrrreeeeeeeeee,” she hollered.

“Okay, okay. I’ll get the door,” John said, delighted she hadn’t leapt up and tried to rip the lock off the door. Now John was closer to the door he too could hear the car doors slam, the thumps of feet running to the door. He opened the front door just in time to see a dark blur go by him and barrel into Nadia.

John gave a small wave to Derek and Cora dragging bags out the back of their car before turning to the children.

Well.

He hadn’t expected that.

Barry was thirteen? Maybe fourteen?

And black. Super black. Not one white parent. Not if he had to guess. No way. So –

Derek stood at the door staring at Nadia.

“John.”

“Derek.”

Derek frowned at John for a moment.

“Are we sure they’re siblings?”

“Well… their parents are men… we couldn’t have expected… So…” John fumbled over the words.

“Derek!” Scott called racing down the stairs.

“Scott,” Derek said with a nod. Scott clapped him on the shoulder and took Derek’s bag, chattering him away into the kitchen. Cora stayed in the doorway.

“Is that normal?” she asked gesturing to the kids. John looked down. Barry was crouched on the floor arms around Nadia as Nadia stood on tip toes, arms locked around Barry’s neck, eyes closed, not speaking.

“Do we care?” John asked. Cora shrugged, walking into the house and easily finding herself the coffee.

“What is that?” Barry spat.

John glanced around, wondering what could cause such venom. Allison stood at the top of the stairs.

“That’s Aunty Allison. She’s great. She reads me comic books.”

Barry looked suspicious as Allison came down the stairs. She flashed her dimpled smile.

“It’s nice to meet you Barry. Nadia’s missed you.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t speak to me,” Barry said slowly. “And, obviously, don’t touch me.”

Allison’s eyes widened in shock but she gracefully nodded and went into the kitchen.

“Not nice,” Nadia murmured.

“Not real,” Barry murmured back.

“You too. Wanna meet Malia!” She yelled. Barry grinned.

“Definitely.”

+

“I’m sorry, I just thought - ”

“No. I assumed too.”

Derek, Cora, John and Malia sat around the kitchen island staring at each other. The thumps and squeals from Scott, Barry, and Nadia upstairs a strange yet appropriate soundtrack for their conversation. On who keeps them.

“We can’t let - ” Cora cut herself off.

“We feel the same way.”

“Why can’t - ”

John sighed.

“We don’t separate them. Agreed?”

Everyone around the table nodded.

“Keep them in America. Agreed?”

Nods all round. Nobody wanted to smuggle the identity-less children out of the states. Getting Barry in was hard enough.

“Keep them in Beacon Hills.”

Derek and Cora glanced at each other, a silent conversation of eyebrows.

“Fine,” Cora growled out. Derek nodded.

“Great. Now - ”

“You don’t have the space for them,” Derek interrupted.

“Your loft isn’t exactly child friendly,” Malia cut in.

“I bought a house.”

John blinked and stared at Cora. Derek’s eyebrows were raised so high they were in his hair.

“It’s… big,” she muttered. “Eight bedrooms.”

“You… house?” John said eloquently.

“I got a deal. Had some renovators go in and make it nice,” she sulked.

Derek blinked. “You bought - ”

“Everyone’s welcome,” Cora said talking over her brother. “Anyone’s welcome. Four rooms going.”

“Me,” Malia said immediately. Pragmatic as always.

“Fine,” Cora replied.

“I…” John croaked. “I’d have to discuss it with - ”

“It’s on Mayborne,” Cora replied.

“But that’s only over the road.”

“Yup.”

John reached over the isle and grasped Cora’s hand.

“Thank you.”

Cora squeezed back.

“So then,” John said leaning back. “What year is Barry in at school?”

January

John panted as he hid behind the tree, gun drawn, trying to catch his breath. He could see Allison throw her bow onto her shoulder and climb, Scott was in the clearing already – talking to it.

“We want you to stop. We need you to stop,” Scott said calmly and evenly.

“I need to find my eggs. I need to.”

John shuddered at the voice. Scraping like metal and thin like a frail old woman, it made him feel nauseous.

“We can help find your eggs. We’re asking you to stop this method of looking. Killing people is not good. Leaving people mad and injured is not good. We can look a different way.”

“A… different way…” she groaned.

“Yes,” Scott replied. “I promise. We can find them, together.”

A rustle in the trees made John look away. A dark blur moved, John raised his gun but stopped when he saw glowing eyes.

“Barry?” he whispered. Barry was suddenly in front of him, a small pouch hanging from his fingertips.

“I found the eggs.”

Suddenly there was a screech. John turned just in time to see the unnaturally tall… thing loom over them both. John thrust a hand out keeping Barry behind, fear gripped him tight.

“Hush, Mother, your nest is safe,” Barry said.

The… thing… Mother, shrank slowly down until she was eye level with Barry. Scott was just behind her, eyes red.

“You are fair. Mother gives thanks,” came a rasping response.

“Mother owes a fair debt,” Barry replied stepping forward.

“Mother will remember.”

Barry handed over the pouch and Mother reached in revealing five tiny eggs – John may have mistaken them for quail’s eggs had they not been so perfectly spherical.

“Mother says goodbye fair one.”

“Go well.”

Then she was gone.

John felt like he could finally breathe.

“What was that?” Allison asked as she jumped down from the trees.

“Still not sure, but Barry managed to give her what she wanted.”

“That’s not what I meant. That conversation… what was that?” Allison asked looking at Barry.

Barry flicked his eyes up and down at Allison. “Don’t know what you mean.”

“You do.”

“Guys,” John said raising his hand. “Let’s start heading back, alright?”

The group slowly turned and trudged back the way they came.

“It was strange,” John said quietly as Scott and Allison led the way. “The… way you spoke. The words you spoke.”

Barry shrugged. “Felt natural.”

“You once said that Nadia wasn’t a werewolf,” John said. “You?”

Barry looked down. “I’m… I’m not prepared to talk about that.”

John placed a hand on Barry’s shoulder. “Alright, kiddo. But… It’s not something that would help us find Peter and Stiles, is it?”

Barry shook his head. “No. It won’t help us. It might help them…” Barry clenched his fists. “They should have found us by now. They should… they should already know where we are. That was the whole point.”

“Don’t worry,” John said as they came to the edge of the woods. “That’s my job, alright? How did you get out here anyway? Does Derek even know you’ve left the house?”

February

Barry had been suspended. Again. Which was why he was helping around the department.

Well… helping was pushing it.

“Then what happened?”

“Baz, you do know I have work to do, right?” Jordan said with a laugh.

“Come on! It must be nice to tell this to someone? Who wasn’t there – I mean, a co-worker just set you on fire! And that’s how you find out you’re a hell hound! It’s like a tv show!”

“That’s not how I found out. That’s just when I realised I was…” Jordan shrugged. “We didn’t find out what I was until later.”

“Okay so - ”

“Kiddo,” John said interrupting the interrogation. “Go get us some lunch, alright,” he said handing over some money. Barry sighed.

“Fine.”

“And no salads,” John said sternly. Barry gave him a funny look.

“…Sure?” he said taking the money and trotting off. Jordan snorted.

“What?”

“Nothing, sir.”

“Damn right, nothing sir,” John muttered into his files.

+

Barry has his feet up on John’s desk and he’s staring unfocused.

“Barry?”

He blinked and jumped a little.

“Sorry?”

“Feet off,” John said. “And bum off too, that’s my chair.”

“But not your desk,” Barry replied, taking his feet down and leaning forwards on his elbows instead.

“What do you mean?”

“This desk is one of the smaller ones, from the deputy’s bull pen, ring, whatever,” Barry said. “How come? Sentimental value? Was this the one you had when you were a deputy?”

John forced a smile. “Something like that. Why don’t you ask Romero if you can help her file?”

“Fine,” he grouched, sulking through into the next room. John edged slowly towards the desk and placed his palm over the spot he knew had been vandalised those years before. That empty tug that haunted him sometimes. In those moments before waking and sleeping.

Kocham Cię, Tato.

March

“Absolutely not.”

“But Barry, I wanna!”

John came in through the side door of the kitchen.

“Hey everyone,” he said easily, but was entirely ignored. Barry was sitting at the kitchen breakfast counter, Nadia bouncing in her chair beside him, Allison in the doorway with Cora.

“Barry we need to get you new clothes. Nadia has a birthday party. I can’t be in two places at once,” Cora stated.

“I can go myself - ” Barry started.

“No,” Cora said firmly, arms crossed. “Nadia is safe with Allison.”

Barry’s face twisted up.

“Barry, please…” Allison started.

“It’s not your fault,” Barry spat. “It’s just who you are as a person.”

Allison gritted her teeth. “Barry - ”

“Walking or driving.”

Allison frowned. “What?”

“Are you walking to the party or driving?” Barry asked again, super slowly. Allison huffed.

“It’s on Elm. So… we could walk?” Allison looked at Nadia who shot her a huge smile.

“Fine,” Barry said cuttingly. “Don’t drive her.”

“And why can’t I drive her?” Allison asked.

“You might disappear,” Barry replied sarcastically.

“Shoes. Let’s go,” Cora intervened. Barry stood, glaring at Allison.

“Bye bye, Nadia,” he said kissing Nadia on the forehead as he left.

“Bye bye, Barry,” she called after him. The door closed. John gruffed.

“Papa!” Nadia said waving her hands up.

“Małpa,” he said picking her up. “How are you today?”

“Sad, but excited. I’m going to party!”

“Party! That’s so grown up, you must be very excited, so why are you sad?”

“It’s Meg’s birthday and we have cake and hats and sinsug awnd pwesints awnd eerfin and wen can I have mines?” Nadia ended on a question with her big blue eyes shining up at John. John froze.

“Can you say that again for me?” John asked, having lost the conversation in the middle of the babble. “I’m so old I can’t hear anymore.”

Nadia giggled. “I want my birthday soon, silly grampa!” she said. John looked over to Allison. Allison shrugged.

“Okay, we’ll ask Barry when we should have your birthday, okay?” John replied, popping her onto the ground. “Now why don’t you show papa your book for this month?”

Nadia scampered off into the house and John sat down.

“Didn’t know you were coming by today?” Allison said as she slumped into a chair.

“Just for a little bit before my shift,” John said, sitting across from her. “Seems I caught the end of an… argument?”

Allison shrugged again. “Barry just….” Allison looked away as her eyes watered slightly. “Hates me.”

John sighed. “Ally…”

“It’s just hard because Nadia – she’s never not liked me? But since Barry’s been here he’s…”

“She’s following her brother’s lead,” John surmised. “Do we know why…?”

Allison shook her head. “At least he’s speaking to me now. At least, when there’s a group around. Not by ourselves. He’ll just blank me completely.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, really. Anyway, I better google how to get to this party.”

“I’ll hunt down Nadia.”

April

“I’ve had some news. Apparently there’s been a massive break out in some sort of… prison facility run by hunters. It’s very well possible that Stiles and Peter are part of the group that escaped.”

“Thanks Deaton. Chris already texted me that.”

May

It was nice having Chris back around again. Allison always seemed brighter when he was around. Melissa too come to think of it. Argent was just… an important part of the family.

Still no news on Stiles and Peter.

Barry was doing better at school – he had started disappearing into the woods though. Derek often had to track him down in his wolf form before he could find him. It was a win lose situation.

Nadia was having a birthday in June. A year. Nadia had been with them a year.

He wasn’t sure he could let her go anymore.

+

“Barry,” John sighed in relief.

Barry opened his eyes, glowing – but not their usual wolf gold. A silver. Maybe even white.

“John.”

John took a step forwards.

“You know, I’ve never found the nemeton before,” he said, sounding more brave than he felt. “Apparently she’s picky about being seen.”

Barry smiled and ran a hand affectionately over the stump he was sitting on. “She reminds me of… my family,” Barry glanced up at John. “My other family.”

“Well this family had a bit of a scare when Derek couldn’t find you. Mind if I send them a text?” John said flipping out his phone and sending a mass text to the others. “There we go,” John said then stepped closer again. “Is it okay if I… uh, I mean.”

“You can sit,” Barry said with a smirk. “Her bite is worse than her bark.”

John blinked. “That was hilarious,” he replied as he settled onto the stump next to Barry. “But you gotta stop doing this kiddo, well…” John amended. “In the middle of the night. Without telling anyone.”

Barry stared off into the trees.

“It’s strange,” Barry started suddenly. “To have you all so concerned. About me. When I’m the scariest thing in the wood.”

John inhaled, thinking over his answer.

“Being… different, or powerful, or able to protect yourself, doesn’t… Doesn’t stop you from being ours. Being our kid.”

“I’m not a kid John,” Barry said, white eyes snapping to John’s, voice gravelling deep. John swallowed.

“Yesterday you snorted spaghetti out your nose.”

Barry’s face was deadpan for a whole five seconds before he grinned and his eyes faded to muddy brown.

“That was pretty cool.”

John bumped a shoulder against Barry’s with a chuckle.

“I can’t find them,” Barry said gently. “I’ve been getting to know the nemeton, but Stiles is out of reach somehow and she can’t help. I’ve been trying to listen to my family, but they just don’t care,” Barry grit his teeth. “It is their way concerning us.”

“Derek…” John sighed. “Derek doesn’t believe you’re anything other than a werewolf.”

Barry smiled. “No werewolf would. No one supernatural does. Why do you think only you can see it?”

“And Allison,” John pressed gently. Barry’s eyes darkened.

“She doesn’t count.”

“Barry - ”

“Let’s get you home, old man. You’ll catch your death of cold out here,” Barry said rising and gliding off the tree. John groaned and stood up with a creak. Maybe he was too old to be doing this.

June

Party day.

Nadia had been bouncing around at Granma’s house all morning – her birthday beginning with a girl’s sleepover with her friends from kindergarten. Now they were gone, it was time for phase two. A picnic by the lake in the preserve - an old Hale Haunt Derek said.

“Do you want wellies or booties?” Melissa asked as Nadia sat on the stairs swinging her legs.

“Booties,” she decided. “Blue for my nails,” she said presenting her sparkly blue nails.

“Blue booties it is,” Melissa said pulling them out.

“Blue is the best.”

“Blue is just pretty,” Malia added, then frowned. “I do hope Derek’s remembered to pack the cake.”

Nadia’s eyes widened. “You better check,” she said solemnly. Malia nodded and whipped out her phone.

“We’re all good to go,” Melissa said, finishing the laces. “To the car!”

John, Mel, and Malia followed the racing tot out to the car.

“Come on!”

As it turned out Derek didn’t forget the cake.

He forgot the candles.

“I can’t believe we’re having a party here,” Lydia said from beside John. John turned to look at her. “Considering all the dead bodies I’ve found in this wood.”

“Yeah, well,” John scoffed. “Not recently.”

Lydia gave him a shrewd look.

“I’m going to braid the birthday girl’s hair,” she said succinctly standing up and joining the main group.

It was a nice spot Derek had picked. The lake was a great body of water, lying over there horizontally, there were picnic tables here, a tire swing over there, some pebbles for skipping stones, a few rock pools, a suitably large rock for barbequing on. It was great. Shame he and Barry had to go and hunt down birthday candles.

“John?”

John glanced over at Lydia. She was standing by the tire swing where Scott and Liam were trying to make the largest jumps into the water.

“Where’s Nadia?”

The thing about werewolves is everyone hears you.

John glanced around and looked to Scott who tilted his head, a little like a dog, then frowned. John stood up.

“Nadia!” he shouted. “Nadia, food!”

That was bound to work.

“Her scent is this way,” Malia shouted. John moved. So did Scott.

“There’s an unfamiliar scent,” Scott said.

There. A man was holding Nadia. Crying. Nadia was crying. He –

Scott stepped forwards snarling, eyes flashing red, Malia’s claws and fangs were out, but he –

“Scott. Malia,” John warned, heart pounding. “That’s him. That’s Peter.”

Scott looked at John.

“I think that’s her Dad.”

+

Scott was finding it hard to coax Malia down from her ferocious state, but Peter simply walked over to her, placed an arm around her shoulders and linked her into his hug with Nadia. Malia immediately melted into the embrace. John was stunned.

His phone was buzzing.

“Hello,” he croaked.

“Peter and Stiles are here. Peter’s heading for Nadia. Don’t freak out he - ”

“Yeah Barry, we got him. Just… bring the candles, alright?”

Scott’s gone back to the party, to tell people what’s happening, and John’s just stood there like –

“Papa,” Nadia said, twisting. “Food?”

John let’s out an ugly snort sob and nods.

“Sure thing, małpa. Food.”

John found himself catching Peter’s eye. A steady assessing gaze.

“What are we doing out in the woods today, jellybean?” Peter asked.

John’s insides twist. Jellybean. Adorable. Adorable like the unclosed murder cases in the file under his desk.

“It’s ma burfday,” Nadia said burrowing her face into Peter’s neck.

“Am I terribly late?”

“Late,” Nadia repeated squeezing tighter.

“Not as late as Tato,” Peter replied stepping past John. “I imagine we’re going to the lake. Have you played on the tire swing yet?”

Nadia’s nattering faded into the woods as John stood trying to collect himself. He knew this day might come – had hoped for Nadia’s sake, but now his baby was being taken away, now it was all happening again –

“John.”

John blinked at Malia.

“Party first.”

John nodded. Malia must be going through the same thing.

“Party first,” he croaked, turning back.

+

The tension was like an undercurrent thrumming through the group, like Peter was a danger, like he could turn into a vicious beast at any moment, like he could kill them all in a heartbeat…

Maybe it was just John.

Maybe not, judging the way Lydia stared.

Nadia didn’t want put down, couldn’t release Peter, and it didn’t seem like Peter could release her. Now is this light John could see the jawline, the brow, the blue eyes, even the shade of brown hair… Peter was her dad, no doubt.

Then again, maybe all werewolves looked alike in some way. John was half convinced Nadia was the spitting image of Cora some days.

Nadia freaked out and bounced.

“Tato tato!”

“I can hear him too,” Peter said easily, not standing from the picnic bench even though Nadia clearly wanted him too. “Who’s with him?”

“Barry! Uncle Derek!” Nadia shouted.

“Good girl,” Peter praised. “You’ve gotten so clever since we’ve been away.”

Peter smothered Nadia with kisses all over her face which made her squeal. John’s heart flipped.

“Peter!”

John’s head turned as Barry shouted and raced across the clearing. He barrelled into Peter’s side, Peter easily tucked the teen under his arm.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, we’re here, it’s okay,” Peter gently shushed the shaking teen.

John glanced back up and saw Stiles. John’s heart clenched, he stepped forwards before he caught himself.

“What happened to Tato?” Nadia whispered.

“He got hurt, jellybean. Shall we go see?” Peter said gently.

Got hurt was an understatement.

His fucking eye was missing.

Peter stood and brought Nadia over to Stiles. Stiles held out shaky arms and gathered Nadia close to him, whispering gently to her. He could imagine what he was saying. He would be saying it too.

I’m sorry it took so long, I’m sorry I was away, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, I’m sorry you were alone, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Actual footage of me right now: 

Omigod, you guys! @triggertinks made an awesome sequel for For Certain Values of Love!

I am so happy right now!!!

[fyeahwynonnaearp]

Wynonna Earp Questions I Want Most Answered (UPDATED)

I shall keep a running list of questions throughout the season and I have a feeling it will get extensive. There’s a good chance that there’s gonna be spoilers so everything will be under the cut.

As usual, if you got answers/opinions, leave a message or let’s discuss over at https://discord.gg/yaAdGGT

UPDATED: 02 August 2017, 17:23 EST

From S1

1. Gooverly: Evil or Nah? I’m still NOT completely sure, but The Goo™ wants to have fun (S02E04). Evil, pretty sure. Because how can it be so freakin’ mean to Nicole?!? (S02E05). 2. Is Waverly really an Earp (or will she be a Haught instead **wink**wink**)? 3. Does Waverly tell anyone about her being “not an Earp”? Yes. Nicole :) (S02E02). She sent DNA sample but no confirmation seen yet (S2E08).  4. Where did Peacemaker send Willa? 5. Juan Carlo, what art thou? Who art thou? STILL don’t know but he helped bring Dolls to the Earp Homestead (S02E04). He also has been helping/guiding The Order™ (S02E05). A priest in Purgatory who helped capture the Widows the first time and one of the seal keepers (S2E08). 6. Dolls, what art thou? Some type of human/demon hybrid created by Black Badge (S02E01). He can breathe FIRE!!! (S02E04). Is he a dragon? 7. Who and WHERE is Mama Earp? According to Waverly’s old scrapbooking gone wild board at her old Shorty’s apartment, Mama Earp’s name was Wendy Rosie (Thanks, @cm0999). But where did she run off to?!? 8. So, Constance the Stone Witch is just chilling in the salt flats? She’s coming back isn’t she? NOPE. That little Tucker found the Stone Witch and beheaded her (S2E06). 9. So...the whole “Keeper of the Bones” thing is done right? Because Waverly done destroyed the skull and Constance’s sons are dead-dead? 10. Who did Waverly shoot at? The new creature, Hala, a Bulgarian devourer of souls (S02E01). 11. What will happen to all the revenants now that Bobo is gone? Not at trailer park anymore. They’re all scattered. (S02E02).

Start of S2

12. Will Doc get a new hat? Yes. He stole one :) (S02E04). 13. Wynonna, how are you really feeling? Well, crappy enough that The Goo™ was able to possess her pretty easily (s02E04). 14. Dolls. Are you gonna be okay? Well, he’s breathing out fire. So, yes? (S02E04). 15. So...are Chrissy and Waverly still friends? (Kinda want a Waverly-can’t-help-but-gush-about-her-girlfriend-to-her-friend-who-is-clearly-over-and-tired-of-this-coversation scene) 16. Gus, where art thou? 17. What is up with Black Badge? Are they still doing human experiments? They’re not the totally good guys anymore...are they? So Black Badge Division, Ghost River Triangle branch is no more. According to Moody, it wasn’t even a government agency in the first place (S2E06). 18. Lucado is definitely getting demoted, right? Yup. She’s stuck at Purgatory until they collect every last supernatural entity that entered the Triangle. (S02E02). 19. What does Nicole think about her girlfriend’s new voice? Did she hear Waverly say “At least, not today”? She didn’t know Waverly was possessed, but will shoot anybody for her. Should I find that sweet and adorable? (S02E05). 20. Does Jeremy question how Waverly scared the “devour of souls”? NOPE. As of S2E06, it never came up. Doubt it ever will since Mictian/Mikshun is gone. 21. What did Dolls tell Doc? To create his serum? Not, entirely clear on that, but I think it is (S02E03/4). 22. Does the BBD blood oath/contract come into play later? TBD as of S2E06. 23. When does Nicole get a new uniform and why? (based on S2 pictures) Because she hates khakis and Nedley wants her to be sheriff when he retires. (S2E03). It’s gonna happen on Episode 5, based on promo pictures. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. 24. When does Wynonna find out about Gooverly? S02E04. OH S H I T. 25. Why does Waverly take the bell from the police station? Gooverly is hoarding shiny things. (S2E03). 26. Dementors in Purgatory? Or Willa is somehow back (again)? The two Women in Black were the ones that escaped from BBD when it blew up; Lady Gaga hand. (S2E03). 27. Hellmouth?! Well, some asshole broke through the asshole-of-a-seal (S02E04). Well, there are three seals and two are broken by the Widows/Ladies in Black (S2E06). Keeping Sheriff Clootie locked away (S2E08). 28. Does Doc know where Dolls is? Making preparations to create his meds (w/ Rosita)? No. Doc didn’t know where Dolls was but is working on making his serum. (S2E03). 29. *whispers* Could Nicole be supernatural as well? Because I have theories that I will not get into and I still don’t know how I feel about the possibility of non-human Haught. 30. “I like you”?!? Waverly, what happened to “I love her?”? Everyone is just casually saying that they love each other but WayHaught hasn’t said it to each other (S02E05). 31. Shouldn’t Wynonna know whether or not Waverly is biologically related to her? Because she’s six years older and would remember if Mommy was preggers. Or does she call Waverly “baby girl” because when baby!Waverly came to live with them she didn’t have a name yet and Wynonna being the Earp girl who didn’t hate the new child took care of the baby and (due to lack of name) just called her “baby girl”. Remembers when they brought Waverly home from the hospital (S2E08).  32. When did Doc have time to meet people (i.e. Rosita)? Wasn’t he stuck in a well for like...forever? 33. So...any more future private shows for Officer Haught? I need to know, for science. And, role playing? 34. What came first: the trophy or the Marzaniok? Or did Wynonna just assume that it came from the trophy because Perry never said that it did, just that it came out of the trophy case and that they were pretty high when it happened. 35. Why or what does Rosita need protection from? 36. Why do they need ‘pure’ demon blood to make Dolls’ serum? Apparently, Doc’s blood doesn’t work? 37. What was Lucado’s ‘personal matter’? I’m guessing it’s trying to get back to BBD HQ’s good graces (S02E04). 38. How many times have Waverly ‘gone on patrol’ with Nicole? Just, for science, again.  39. What’s with the random snacks Gooverly?!? IDK but based on a promo, Goononna is worse. We’ll probably never know... (S02E05). 40. Why did Mama and Papa Gardner leave most of their fortune to the town? Yes, they’re rich. But, is that all why the Gardners are a big deal in Purgatory? 41. Because Waverly doesn’t remember when she’s being Gooverly, does Gooverly implant memories when taking over? Because I think Waverly would be concerned if she’s blacking out. Finally acknowledged that she’s missing time (S02E04). 42. “Not in uniform, okay? Not in public.” Will we see more sexy times in uniform in Officer Haught in private? 43. “Not good enough.” Does that mean Waverly just wants to jump Nicole every time she’s in uniform or does Gooverly have a crush on Nicole? Because Gooverly does kinda come in defense of Nicole when Tucker was being his creepy, homophobic self. Fandom things The Goo™ was trying to possess Nicole, but didn’t work. Though, I strongly believe (and it’s my headcanon) that The Goo™ has a crush on Nicole (S02E04). 44. And what is up with Tucker Gardner, Town Pervert? Tucker “wants a girl”. It could either be Waverly or Nicole. I think he wants Nicole because he’s starting to be fixated on her. Thin line between hate and obsession? (S02E04). Why did Nedley compile a confidential file on him? Because Tucker has always been protected by his parents/money and has past criminal behavior (S02E04). 45. Will Wynonna and Nicole be bros again? Wynonna apologized to Nicole (S02E04). They both acknowledge Waverly is being weird but Nicole might think it’s the whole “not being an Earp” because she immediately tells Wynonna she won’t betray Waverly’s trust. But I’m gonna need some bro scenes in the future. 46. Where did Waverly disappear to when the gang went to contain the Marzaniok? Next we see her is in Shorty’s and then at the barn. Even Nicole pointed out, “I thought she was with you”. Must be important if it was mentioned. 47. How did Tucker know where Waverly would be when he cornered her? 48. Was Tucker’s bracelet that Gooverly take important/significant? Probably not important, but the metal was for a DIY lightning rod (S2E05). PS: It looked like a medical bracelet. 49. Will there be no consequence with Wynonna’s wish because it was the demon that made the deal with her and not the other way around? 50. Why did Nedley try so hard to specifically recruit Nicole to work in Purgatory? I double that it was just because she was “top of her class”. 51. “Non-werewolf” citizens? 52. Nedley said “they could use your instincts” to Nicole. So, does Haught-stuff have really good instincts (maybe almost supernatural levels)? She does heal rather quickly....(jfc, these non-human Nicole theories, I’m torn about it). 53. Nicole from the Big City? When will we have more Nicole-backstory? Ooh...Nicole-flashbacks? 54. Why were the Women in Black at the Gardner residence? (and RIP Mercedes?) They STOLE Beth and Mercedes’ faces!! (S02E04). They were attracted to Tucker’s darkness...his “prowess”. ew.  55. Gooverly doesn’t seem to hurt Dolls, based on Dolls being okay in the promo for episode 4? (See Question #1) Well, we don’t know what Gooverly was gonna do with that knife (S02E04). 56. Where’s Nicole’s hat?!? New uniform. New hat, apparently. She now wears a baseball cap (S2E06). Will the stetson make a return appearance though? 57. Why does Wynonna smell Mommy’s perfume around the Women in Black? 58. Doc’s horse, where art thou? (anon asks) 59. Dragon!Dolls?!? According to Wynonna: tiny, sexy dragon (S206). 60. Is Jeremy torn between Doc and Dolls? Will we get a flashback of Dolls helping Jeremy with that one chin-up? What is the connection between Jeremy’s mom and Dolls? 61. Will Tucker go after Nicole? Perhaps. But his obsession with Waverly reached new heights (S2E06).  62. Does Nicole have a gluten and lactose problem and that’s why Waverly is excited about being “this close” to getting that vegetarian restaurant for her girl? Asking, for science. 63. Will anyone tell Nicole about Gooverly? Sorta? They don’t really go into the whole “BTW, Waverly has been possessed for the past few weeks”. I really hope Waverly talks to her about it in future episodes (S02E05). 64. Rosita/Doc, is that gonna be a thing? Confirmed sexual relations (S02E06) but not in a relationship. Lovers (S2E08). 65. Will anyone find Waverly’s hand in Ba-Ding Ba-Ding? Probably not? But now we know you can get The Goo™ by severing it’s host and melting it down (S02E05). 66. What is up with the Purgatory Fair commemorative plate? Is Edwin Earp gonna be relevant this season? Why is it so important? So, it’s important to The Order™ dudes and it had their sigil. This will probably play out in the future and may have connections to the asshole seal (S02E05). 67. GOONONNA?!? Well, that was scary and short-lived. But damn! Goononna is uber mean to Nicole. Can we stop being so mean to Nicole? #StopBeingMeanToNicole2k17 (S02E05). 68. (Based on promo pictures) When/Why/How does Gooverly come back? Plus, Andras had said in an interview, we will see more The Goo™/tentacle powers. Waverly being a self-sacrificial cinnamon roll (S02E05). 69. (Based on promo picture) Is Officer Haught protecting Gooverly in her new outfit?! Does she know?!? Protective!Girlfriend!Haught will still love you and shoot anyone for you (S02E05). 70. What is coming?! Are the Women in Black connected to it? BIG MAYBE. We know the Widows are after the seals and probably will unleash something (S2E06). Widows breaking seal to release their husband Clootie demon (S2E08). 71. Are real!Beth and real!Mercedes just faceless, but alive? Because at least one of the bodies were still wiggling. Safe to assume they’re dead (S2E07). 72. Where in the world did Officer Nicole Haught get a gluten-free, lactose-free pizza in almost-have-a-vegetarian-restaurant Purgatory?!? 73. What’s with The Goo™ hoarding all the metal? Does Nicole get her utensils back? The Goo™ made a lighting rod to fuse more permanently to Waverly. Like...that’s super-extra. Does The Goo™ know you can just order one online? (S02E05). 74. Why was Waverly hit with a tranq dart on her way to band? And bandnerd!Waverly?! Yes. What instrument did she play? 75. Pregnant Wynonna! This is NOT a drill! Who is the father? Everyone pretty much accepted that Doc Holliday is the biological father (S2E06). 76. Goocado. Where did the body go? OFFICIAL: Lucado is RIP (S2E06). 77. How will The Squad™ and The Order™ team up? Isn’t The Order™ just focused on The Goo™? 78. WHAT IS WAVERLY? The Goo™ teased that she had ‘dark corners’. Somewhat hinted she is part-demon/part-Revenant (S2E07) and the theory is believed by many Earpers. 79. How does Waverly feel about Nicole’s new outfit? She likes it. Very much so. (Based on Purgatory Case Files text) 80. How does Wynonna really feel about Nicole? ‘Queen Brisk of Bossy Town’ (S2E05). Hang out at strip club, Pussy Willows, and talked about effects of The Seven (S2E07). 81. Is Wynonna’s baby okay? Because, yes she’s been drinking and eating rats and has been possessed?!? It has a strong heartbeat and grew during sleeping spell despite the fact that it shouldn’t have done so (S2E06, S2E07). 82. The Plate™, The Women In Black, The Order™, The Asshole Seal™ are they all connected? How are they all connected? The Widows are after the three seals to break it (S2E06, S2E07). 83. WTF Happened to Black Badge? The place is now empty?!? They’re ghosting the Ghost River Triangle and apparently isn’t a government agency, never was (S2E06). 84. When will we see where Nicole lives? I hope it’s not a motel room. 85. And what about Nicole’s cat? 86. Is Wynonna’s pregnancy supernatural/paranormal-related? Is it human? It grew even though it wasn’t supposed to (S2E06). Possibility of baby being half-Revenant (S2E07). 87. The Ghost River Triangle is also called The Sanctuary, what is it actually protecting? 88. What are the (three) seals for? To keep Sheriff Clootie locked away (S2E08). 89. Is Doc now mortal since the Stone Witch is dead? He was shown coughing; he had tuberculosis and the curse ‘stopped’ it (S2E07). Juan Carlo also assumed to be dying from gangrene (S2E08). 90. Is Baby Donut/Earp affected by the curse that was placed on Doc by Constance? Doc might not be the biological father (S2E07). 91. Where is Tucker now? What is he planning? Tucker is MIA (S2E07). 92. Being Hypno’s daughter, is Poppy fully demon or a hybrid? Will she also have time manipulation powers? 93. Jeremy brings up an important point, who is paying The Squad now? Will Waverly need to work at Shorty’s again? 94. Would Doc continue having sex with Rosita? Yes. They’re “Lovers” (S2E08). 95. Will Jeremy and Nicole be gay BFFs? 96. Do the Widows and Constance Clootie share a husband? YES (S2E08). 97. Are the Widows witches? 98. Why does Widow!Mercedes hate Wyatt Earp? Was he the one who killed their husband? 99. The Widows and The Squad are both after Tucker, as a police offer, will Nicole have to protect him from the Widows? 100. With Doc being “I am all in”, how will the Wyndolliday dynamic change? Dolls and Doc are supporting Wynonna/helping her out. They kidnapped a doctor for her (S2E07). 101. Who are the Powers To Be™ in Black Badge Division? 102. Why does Moody say BBD was never a government agency? 103. Is the rumor of a Revenant/Human hybrid baby true? 104. Since Wynonna is moving on and not planning to do genetic testing (based on interview by Emily Andras), will we ever find out who the bio baby daddy is? 105. The Ghost/Phantom Marshals, do they exist to police humans turned supernatural based on treatment of Doc? 106. Are the Phantom Marshals under Black Badge or just regular law enforcement? 107. Is Rosita from Doc’s past? If so, she isn’t a mortal human. What is she? 108. Why did Nicole have to build a temporary shelter in a flood zone? What the hell was her life? 109. Waverly’s origin story? Wynonna remembers when she was brought home from the hospital (S2E08). 110. Based on S2E08 sneak peek, why does Wynonna have trouble remembering her childhood? Waverly may have thought it was Wynonna that pulled her out of the water, but it was really Bobo (S2E08). OR (if the vision quest does affect the timeline), it was Wynonna originally. IDK. Who knows. 111. Based on S2E08 sneak peek, Wynonna says they were going to name her ‘Welcome’ and Waverly said that Wynonna gave her her name. Willa’s diary also mentioned “why does she get the pretty name?”. Because Time Travel is apparently possible based on the sneak peek, did Wynonna give them the name before returning to proper timeline? Wynonna gave the name ‘Waverly’ to Bobo when he asked for his angel’s name (S2E08).  112. How was Dolls able to touch/punch Ghost Marshall Reeves considering he just said he can’t be touched by something in this earthly plane? 113. Did the vision quest change the current timeline? Specifically, will Bobo and Wynonna’s relationship be different now? 114. Will the Clootie demon need to be re-sealed? If so, will the keeper of the seals also have immortality as a side-effect? 115. Is there anything supernatural about the Purgatory Sheriff’s Department? 116. Who tasked The Order to protect the Triangle from demons? 117. How does Ewan know about BBD? 118. What makes Wynonna special/different from past Earp heirs? 119. How did the Widows end up with Black Badge? 120. Why is Bobo the only revenant back? 121. Wayhaught angst. It’s not a question. Jk. Would they finally have a serious talk about protecting each other? Also, Nicole backstory needed...so much. 122. Earp baby’s accelerated growth. Why?  123. Will Bobo’s obsession/relationship with Willa come up again? 124. While dying, Robert Svane says “...I’ve caught glimpses of you my entire life”. Hallucinating (because, you know, dying) or Wynonna goes on future vision quests? 125. Robert rang the bell in the past/vision quest. Why did it happen in the present?