Polaroid - A Wayhaught Fanfiction

Tucker Gardner

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Wynonna?"

"Uh, yeah. Hey, baby girl."

Wynonna didn't hear an immediate answer after that. She instead listened to the sound of muffled, excited gasps and cheer, something that sounded like, "It's Wynonna! She finally called!" along with equally muffled, supportive replies that sounded like Nicole's voice. Wynonna just smiled and waited from the other side of the phone.

Wynonna's sitting in her office at the station. It's early in the morning, she just came in, and the whole building smells like cheap coffee and fresh donuts—as always. Oh, and the best part is, she's totally sober, for once. Wynonna wore a smug grin as she came in the station earlier, proud of herself.

She promised herself that she'd refrain from calling Waverly during her baby sister's little trip; she wanted to show Waverly that she actually trusted her, and that she's not gonna be that overbearing, in-your-face, obsessively-protective sister. Also, she trusted Nicole— for the most part, at least.

"You finally called." Was Waverly's answer, after she calmed down.

Wynonna scoffed. "Yeah, you're not exactly too easy to forget, sis. How's uh, how are things?" She scrunched her nose with discomfort—she's never been the type to call someone to check up on em'—not even when it comes to Waverly. That's Waverly's thing. She bit her lip as she remembered all the times little Wave called her up past midnight, practically begging her drunken ass to come home. Wynonna can still remember the exact same tone she used every time—that utter concern wrapped in a light pitched voice of a young girl, scared to death for her big sister.

Because some days, it really did feel like Wynonna's not going to come home; even Wynonna was willing to admit that.

Some days— Wynonna reveled, her mind drifting back to her young self who used to doubt whether she even wanted to come home at all.

"I'm great. We're at Nicole's house now, we just arrived last night. Nicole's taking me out to explore the town today. How are you, Wynonna? Is everything okay?"

Is everything okay. Right. Of course Waverly would ask that; Wynonna usually never called her unless something's up.

"Nothing." Wynonna confirmed, cool and at ease. "Just miss you I guess. Uh, well, how's Nicole? Please tell me she's been good to you."

"Mm hm. She's been great!" Waverly sounded chipper, but didn't elaborate further. Huh. Weird.

Silence.

Listen Waves, I'm not good at heart-to heart talks, you know that. Let alone over the phone—is what Wynonna wanted to say.

But what came out instead was, "Oh cool. Okay." She let out a satiric chuckle, "Well, have fun and get laid, baby girl! You can tell me all about it when you get back."

Waverly laughed. It sounded somewhat inwards and shy, though. "Yeah, sure, Wynonna."

"What? There's always room for random boys at strange towns."

Pause.

"Eh, not sure if I'm looking for— boys at the moment."

Wynonna laughed it off. "Well, tell me how it goes anyways."

"Mm hm. Will do."

Wynonna gulped. She didn't remember ever feeling this awkward around Waverly. "By the way—sorry I haven't called til today. I just—I— well, I was trying to, uh, y'know." she stopped, caught in her words.