self_inflictedexhile | watch_dogs / wynonna earp } { i been lost somewhere between heaven and hell

[The fog has been rolling in for weeks now. Curling up out of the trees, messing with people's minds, and while Waverly and Wynonna did go through a stretch of forgetting things, there's also things that she remembered too.

Things from somewhere else.

Things from Hell.

She doesn't know if Wynonna remembers, and she doesn't want to ask. She doesn't want to think that if for some reason she doesn't, her question is the thing that triggers the deluge of memories of the pain and suffering they spent there. So she keeps it to herself, toiling away with Jeremy and regular cases and hoping that one day, she'll be able to put it all behind them.

They get a call one day, about someone having been found in the fog. It's unsure how much of an affect it's had on him, but Jeremy manages to divert him back to Shorty's so they can get a better look at him. He doesn't have any ID, any phone, and he's definitely not one of the locals. But the moment they place him on the pool table to get a better look, Waverly almost drops the bottle of whiskey in her hand.]

Oh my god, Aiden.

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[the sound of his name snaps him out of his barely consciousness, and immediately, reflexively his fingers go for his hip and the gun that's usually there. unfortunately, he's as unarmed as he is without identification, and that gets him to sit up a little more. he feels like he's going to be sick, moving just that little bit, but like fuck he's just going to sit here and take whatever bullshit Hell's drug him into, now]

[give him a minute to realize where he is, exactly]

["You know this guy?" Jeremy asks, glancing between Waverly and the other men.]

Long story.

[She darts around the bar, moving to his side so that he sees her and keeps her fingers crossed that he remembers Hell, like she did.]

Aiden? You okay?

[his head jerks up at his name, his stomach rolling again, and -- ]

[wait. wait]

[Waverly went home. but she's here now. but she was the angel before. but his head is fucking killing him and for more than just the fact that none of this makes any sense. it's a hard thing, to keep himself from shaking his head]

What --

[what is this?]

You're in Purgatory.

[And, after a pause as she thinks back on where they were the last time they saw each other:]

You're in my Purgatory.

[The town, not the plane of existence. She then reaches out and touches him gently, almost as though she's testing him to try and figure out if he's really there.]

I don't know how or why.

[he glances down at his hands, briefly, when she clarifies, that obviously some sort of litmus test. considering his nails aren't black, anymore, though, it may as well be. he flexes his fingers, regardless, before glancing back up at her]

T-Bone?

[is Ray here, too?]

["There's a guy named T-Bone?"

Waverly gives Aiden an apologetic look, turning back to Jeremy.]

Did you find anyone else back there? Older white guy, long beard?

[He shakes his head. "No, just this guy. Should we be looking for someone else?"]

Worth a shot. Just do another sweep.

[And also please leave them alone? Jeremy seems to get the message, so he nods. "I'll go grab Doc and do another sweep."]

Thank you.

[And with that, Jeremy will make his way out, closing the door to Shorty's behind him. She then turns back to Aiden with a wide smile.]

Hi.

[Aiden watches Jeremy go, and as Waverly turns back to him, he tries to mirror the smile, though the expression reads more as confused than anything else. he's very glad to see her, don't get him wrong, but -- what?]

Always kinda thought you didn't remember Hell, once you got out.

[but he does. but she does. but]

For a while I didn't.

[Part of her almost misses the blissful ignorance. As much as she's glad to remember Aiden, and the people that meant something to her, there was a lot of horror that came with it.]

But there's been this weird fog in the woods, lately. If you get caught in it, it takes your memories. It makes you forget who you are. I got caught in it, but when they fixed me and gave me my memories back, I got my Hell memories too. And since you showed up in the fog, and you don't belong to this world, you got spared?

[Hell if she knows, magic is weird.]

Guess so.

[he has about a hundred more questions he wants to ask, as an offshoot of that one, but first] You good?

[is she coping okay with remembering Hell? has she had any more problems with the angel, here, since she's remember? before she remembered? is she okay? is Wynonna?]

[She shrugs.]

It hasn't been great, but I'm managing.

[Then she hesitates.]

I'm not sure what Wynonna knows or remembers. She hasn't talked about it, but she also hasn't turned things into more of a bender than usual, so ... I think she's okay?

[he hums. it's both a relief and a disappointment to think that Wynonna doesn't remember Hell]

How you gonna explain me?

Well, if she remembers you, it'll be fine. If she doesn't ... you're a friend from out of town?

[Because that's an easy enough cover and partially true, right?]

[Aiden shrugs]

I can work with that.

[he can even spin how they actually met to seem normal, so they don't have to come up with a new, more elaborate lie. he'll just leave out the part about the Mares and all]

[She nods once in agreement, before glancing back to the other side of the bar.]

Can I get you a drink?

[This seems like a situation where they could use a drink.]

Water, first. [that might help with the headache that's taking up residence behind his eyes, now that he's stopped feeling nauseous] Then yeah, I'll take a drink.

[a drink-drink]

Coming right up.

[She goes to move behind the bar, before gesturing to the rustic bar around them.]

So how do you like the OG Shorty's?

[Aiden turns, at that, actually giving himself a moment to take it all in. once he has, he turns back to Waverly, shrugging]

It's not what I expected, somehow. [a beat] Not bad, just ... [he's not sure how to explain it. he guesses he expected it to look more like Hella Shorty's]

I know. Doc actually classed up the Hell version quite a bit.

[But at it's heart, it was still the dive bar she knew and loved back home.]

At least with this one, you can be sure the booze is free of fun drugs and hallucinogens and the food didn't come from something that will make you want to puke.

[Aiden snorts]

No drugs? Ray'll be disappointed.

[seriously, though. he's glad the food and drink here isn't tainted]

Oh, we have drugs. We just make you go out and purchase them yourself, rather than springing them on you like a fun surprise.

[She smirks.]

We very much believe in consent when it comes to narcotics.

[and he makes another small, amused noise]

My mistake.

[a pause follows, and then a little more seriously, he tells her:] Still not sure I'm not already on the drugs.

Well. The fog we found you in definitely induces drug-like effects.

[She knows that's not the reason he's mentioning it, but she still feels the need to be concerned.]

If you start to feel too weird, let us know, okay?

[he shakes his head a little]

This is mostly on me. [he's got a headache, and feels a little nauseous, sure, but] I keep thinking I'm gonna wake up any minute, here.

I've been there too.

[She offers him a smile as she leans in closer.]

But if you need me to pinch you every so often to remind you what's real, I can totally do that.

[Aiden huffs out a breath of a laugh, at that, before wordlessly holding out his hand, palm down. go ahead and pinch him, Waverly. maybe it'll help]

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