Home.

Part 1.

Waverly was used to the house being quiet when she arrived home every day. She was accustomed to her sister working late until well after Waverly went to bed sometimes. Her parents, and oldest sister, Willa had passed a few years prior. Car accident. A drunk driver. That drunk driver was their own father who wrapped a car around a tree while their mother and sister were in it. That's when it all started.

Her sister used to laugh daily, smile, was known as a caring person. Despite the drinking. But now. People can't stand to be around her.

So when Waverly arrived home from school and heard laughter her heart hammered. It sounded like her sister. She could even smell the scented candles. Which meant one thing. Wynonna was drinking, in the family room.

She followed the sound and smell and stopped in the doorway at the sight, her sister's hair could be seen just over the top of the couch. She heard sniffling and made her way into the room slowly, the sight on the TV in front of her building onto her heartbreak.

Her sister was watching old home movies. This particular one was from one of their family games nights. Waverly had set the camera up on its tripod in the corner of the room and had aimed it at the table they were seated at. All of them laughing together over something on the game board.

"Wyn?" there was a hesitancy in Waverly's question, hoping if Wynonna was asleep she didn't wake her.

"Waverly?" Wynonna sat up more and wiped the tears from her cheek with one of the numerous scrunched up tissues that were on the table in front of her. "What are you doing home?"

"It's almost four, sister." Waverly sighed. "How long have you been here?"

"Lunchtime... I came home for lunch." Wynonna made room on the couch as Waverly moved closer to her.

"You've been here half the day? Watching these?"

Wynonna nodded slowly. "I was about to go back to work when I saw the camera on the edge of the bookshelf... I had nothing to do at work anyway." Wynonna's eyes watered.

"Wy-" Waverly didn't know what to say. She moved forward, dropping her backpack and folder on the sofa, wrapping her arms around her sister as soon as she had done so. "I love that you miss them. That you're showing emotion other than cold anger."

Wynonna looked confused at Waverly's words, and Waverly stood, stepping back to sit on the coffee table in front of her sister, looking at her seriously.

"I get that you're hurt. It's hard dealing with everything without their help. I get angry too. But are you aware you've been so angry lately that you have had people avoiding you at work because of your rage?"

"Really?" Wynonna asked, a frown making her forehead wrinkle. Waverly lifted her thumb up and gently smoothed the wrinkles out.

"I have an idea that might help you win everyone back. They know you're hurt. But remaining cold-hearted to everyone but me isn't good for you or the town." Waverly said as she got up, picking up her school bag and folder once more. "I'm going to start on dinner. We can talk while we eat, okay?"

"When did you get so grown up?" Wynonna sighed softly as she watched Waverly stop in the doorway to look back at her.

"I'm seventeen, Bacon Doughnut. I can't stay a child forever, I need to mature, to get a job, to start applying for colleges," Waverly said, and Wynonna actually pouted at her sister's words.

"So, what's your idea, Angel Pants?" Wynonna asked as she cleared their plates from the table and took them into the kitchen so she could do the dishes.