Val Kilmer and character one shots.

I hate you, I love you.

Yn Earp, and Doc Holliday. Fire and Ice. Oil and Water, there was nothing even a little bit similar between the two of them. Well there was one thing. The fact that they both loved to gamble, and they were damned good at it.  They never were able to gamble against each other, they always barely missed each other. This was a different day however.

"Yn, I really wished you wouldn't. You don't know him like I do." Morgan said pleading his little sister. Wyatt laughed and shook his head. "Morgan, you have better luck arguing with your horse. She is grown, there is nothing that you can do to sway her into not going." Wyatt said laughing. Morgan shook his head and threw his arms down.

Yn laughed and went into the saloon smug, she was absolutely ready to win against the infamous Doc Holliday. Walking into the saloon she looked around for him, but the only thing was she couldnt find him. "That bastard. He stood me up." She said in disbelief. "No ma'am I did not."Doc said behind her with a gentle smirk on his face. Yn was not best pleased with him already. “Ladies first ma’am.” He said smiling this time. She shook her head but walked into the Saloon. She was confident in her ability to win, she was also really good at reading people and she had a feeling that he was “late” on purpose. For some reason he was also being extra friendly, something that my brothers told me to watch out for. While I didn’t know him that well, I knew and I trusted my brothers, so I was going to keep my eyes out for this man.

”You must be the littlest Earp? YN, wasn't it?” She looked at him with curious eyes and tilted her head. “I am, you must be Doc Holliday.” He smiled at her and bowed ever so slightly. “That’s the rumor.” He said. Boy she really did not like this man. She was starting to think now that she should have listened to Morgan. She shook her head and sat down at one of the tables and he brought Wyatt over to deal, proving that there was no way that he could have rigged the cards in his favor. She smiled at his confidence but she knew she would win. There was always one thing that she was told not to do and that was to gamble against Holliday. He was notorious for winning, no matter how many hands you played. Morgan, Wyatt and Virgil were all watching this game go by and hand after hand it ended in a tie. This is something that shocked the Earp brothers since they had seen Doc play hand after hand and win them all.

Now that their little sister was playing and winning was something baffling. They knew their sister would put up a good fight against him but they never thought it would happen like this.

Finally, after 9 hands, there was a winner. Yn Earp. The first person to have ever beat Holliday in poker. Let alone her being a woman. He was so confident that he would win that he placed both his handguns on the table. And he lost them both. Yn smiled victoriously and the cheers of her brothers rang loud and true. Doc was still in shock that he had lost, he never lost. Not ever. It’s a known fact that he doesn’t lose to anyone.
“Well my, my, little Earp. You beat me. Impressive.” He said, showing good sportsmanship. She smiled softly and politely nodded her head. “I was starting to think I wouldn’t.” She said truthfully. She was many things, but a liar would never be one of them.

“Well, little Lady we can't have you doubting your luck.” He said coyly. “I don’t have luck. I just know how to win.” She said sternly. “Fiery. Boys, you have a firecracker on your hands, don’t you?” He said looking at her brothers. Her brothers looked back at him with a warning look. “Don’t do it Doc. You won't win if you do.” Morgan said. It made Doc laugh and shake his head, but then he remembered that he just lost both of his guns to this woman. He was right. Both of them for both statements. She was a firecracker, but he would lose if he went up against her. She might not look it, but she might be a better shot than Wyatt. And he was the most dangerous shooter she ever met, after Wild Bill. Shit, even Johnny Ringo feared the woman. If Doc didn’t, he was a very foolish man.

“I don’t need someone to talk about my behavior as if I am not in the room. If you have a problem we can do it in private, but you need to remember that I have your guns now. You have nothing.” She told him. He gave her a cold glare, but she kneed the table hard enough to make the guns jump. Then she slid her hand under them in a blink of an eye, and aimed both right in the middle of his head, faster than a heartbeat. He was shocked and he smirked. She turned her back and left. She left all of the money that was on the table, but she walked out, guns in hand. She walked out with a huff and sway of her hips. 

Boy did he hate to love her. That’s what he was feeling. Love, for the strange and devilish woman. The littleist Earp had completely stolen his heart, and she hated him. She was a fire for the soul, and she was beautiful and she was dangerous. Everything that he had been wanting in a woman, and yet there she went. Leaving him there alone, and she even kept his guns.  He wanted to know her more; he wanted to know her better. She was his best friend’s sister. And he wanted more.

She hated him. She didn’t hate that she had loved him when they first met, she just flat-out hated him. But he was attractive, and he was older. He had all the appeal that she could have ever wanted.  There was a twinge of mystery about him. He was strong but he was sickly. He was brave and foolish at the same time. He was handsome but he knew he was and it made his attitude terrible.  She walked home alone that day, not scared of anything because she had two guns that she won from that mystery man.

Over the next couple of months, they ran into each other often. He would try and put himself in situations that he thought would put him with her again. He tried to be with her as much as he could. He was seemingly drunk off of her presence and he needed more. She was like his medicine.

The fact that he kept trying to be with her made her smile. She may have been wrong about him in the beginning when she had first met him. Maybe he was sweeter than he had put himself out to be. Morgan of course was the first one to put two and two together. That was when he figured out that Doc was in love with his little sister. He was shocked, to say the least. I mean, he could have anyone that he wanted. Women were falling for him left and right but he didn't even care since he only had eyes for Yn.

In those months, there were many men that had tried to win the heart of the young Earp. Everytime she turned them down, and when they had asked her she just said she had found someone and was in no need of another lover. When she was asked who the lucky man was, she avoided the question. She would never answer it, but Morgan knew that she was talking about Doc. He knew his little sister and he knew when she was in love. When she looked at Doc, which was only in short glances, he knew. He knew, because even though she stopped looking at him, she would place her hand on her hip, not in a position of comfort or to display annoyance, but to touch the guns she gambled off of him. She was always touching them in some form or another.

Morgan soon took all of his new findings to his brothers. WHen they were told this Wyatt and Virgil looked at each other with a wide smile. They had all been waitng for the day that their little sister finally found a lover of her own, while they never thought that it would be the infamous Doc Holliday, they were happy for her nonetheless.

For about a week Yn made herself more available for Doc to parade around. He was happy that she was finally giving him the time of day that he had wanted and she was happy just becaus she finally had him. Finally had him to call her own.