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Family Legacy

Wynonna Earp: Wynonna Earp, Waverly Earp, Doc Holliday, SSA Xavier Dolls Word Count: 1,131 (T)W: Supernatural events, Guns, Violence, HIstorical Violence Request: No A/N: Sutoritaimu archive transfer.

There was a legend about the well in the garden.  No one truly believed it.  The legend was almost like a family secret that only came about in the last hundred years or so, through my great, great grandmother and, to be honest, she probably wasn’t the most reliable source of info.  According to my grandmother anyway.  She always claimed that her grandmother was just a crazy old lady.  My great, great grandmother had always believed, or claimed, to have been the Common-law wife of THE John Henry ‘Doc’ Holliday, before his demise anyway.  That we were direct descendants of Doc friggin’ Holliday.  I really wanted to believe that we were related to Doc, I guess I felt that it would help explain why we were always pulled back to Purgatory whenever we tried to leave.  Why we had this unexplained pull towards the Earp family.  The reason your family couldn’t seem to sell the Holliday Ranch.  Surely your great, great grandmother wasn’t that crazy.

Oh, wait… I just realised that I got side-tracked and never actually told you what the legend about the well in the garden was… My bad.  The legend says that Doc Holliday.  Yes, that Doc, the legendary gun slinger, was trapped at the bottom of that well, trapped by a spell from a witch that didn’t quite like Doc.  Growing up with those legends and stories as kids, my cousins and I naturally let ropes down into the well in the hopes that we could release good old (gramps) Doc from his welly prison.  Obviously, it didn’t work.  The older we got, the less we tended to do this.

Purgatory has always been a strange town, full of supernatural phenomenon and events, full of strange people and even stranger traditions.  When my cousins and I were younger, we’d re-enact the scenes from O K Corral and I’d always be Doc, while my best friend Wynonna Earp would pretend to be her great, great grandfather, Wyatt Earp, and my cousins would be the bad guys that we’d ‘hunt down’ and deal with, like in the old history books we read in school.  Rumours surround Purgatory, those who have never lived in the town believe that it resides in the centre of something called the ‘Devils Triangle’, whatever that means or refers to.

People used to say that the town was filled with the ‘revenants’ of those that Wyatt Earp killed with the gun given to him by Doc around a hundred years ago, but that’s impossible… right…?  Wrong.  How do I know this?  I know this because, one night, when I was younger, my big sister, Josey and I were staying with Wynonna, her big sister, Willa, younger sister, Waverly and their father at the Earp family ranch when we were attacked.  To cut a long story short the end result of this attack was that Wynonna had shot her father in the head to save him, both of our older sisters were missing, presumed dead, and Wynonna and I were left emotionally, physically and mentally scarred, we were just kids and we were left to look after poor, sweet, innocent Waverly and each other until the sheriff could come out the next day.

When the sheriff did arrive the following day, he didn’t believe Wynonna and I about the events of the previous night.  No one did.  Thinking back, I don’t think I would have believed it either.  But these events got me thinking and questioning everything I was taught about Purgatory, everything my great, great grandmother said.  After that I often found myself walking out to the well in the garden and talking to great, great gramps, Doc, about anything and everything, what I saw, how I felt, everything.  When Wynonna and I were fourteen we were institutionalised because we refused to stop believing and telling people what we saw that night, for not letting it go.  We missed prom, we missed a lot, became social outcasts.  We soon became the two most hated people in Purgatory, so, naturally, we decided to live up to our reputations.

Shortly after this we both left Purgatory, went our separate ways, yet we were both drawn back to Purgatory at roughly the same time.  We hadn’t realised it until we bumped into each other in ‘Shorty’s’ bar, it was the local bar which pretty much everyone in Purgatory went to.  I had just begun to forget what had happened to me in Purgatory, but it all came back.  Fast.  I still had the supposed Holliday gun.  It was a gun which was passed through the family, generally to the oldest male heir, but with there being no male heir in my generation it fell to me, since Josey disappeared that made me the oldest, the heir. 

After sitting in Shorty’s for a couple of hours with Wynonna catching up, we both suddenly bolted up and raised our guns (she had Wyatt Earp’s Colt) and aimed at the guy who, very quickly, approached us.  He stopped dead and raised his hands, he was dressed like he was from the Old West.  And this guy had the audacity to claim that I had his gun!  No way!  The gun was mine, it felt so natural and like it belonged.  I was not going to give it up to anyone!  The stranger had an almost impressed look on his face at how fast I had drawn the gun, how well I could handle it, how natural it looked.  When he introduced himself as John Henry Holliday, I swear I laughed, Wynonna just looked between the stranger and me.  Although there was something about him, it was like he was but wasn’t familiar, all at the same time.  I know, it doesn’t make sense, believe me, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.

When this guy from some secret government agency (Black Badge or something) turned up, he enlisted Wynonna’s help, along with mine, to help fight the supernatural beings and people in town.  This ‘Special Agent Dolls’ claimed that this guy was the real Doc Holliday and that DNA confirmed that he was a genetic match to me.  That meant that I truly was a Holliday, that my great, great grandmother wasn’t crazy, it helped to make sense of some things and also helped to explain the pull between the Earp family and ours.  It also meant that Wynonna and I couldn’t keep each other out of this ‘supernatural war’, we were both in this together, no matter what, left to live up to our legacies, to help clear the ‘Devil’s Triangle’ of revenants, to clean up our grandfather’s messes from a century ago.  The only difference is that we technically have one of our grandfathers to help us.

GIF Credit: @domprovosts

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