WayHaught One Shots

Anywhere but Here

                                By: Faithful_14
"So you've really never left the Ghost River Triangle?" Nicole asked without the hint of disbelief the youngest Earp was used to hearing whenever asked that question.

"Nope," Waverly replied, popping the 'p' before she took a sip of hot chocolate from the thermos she'd brought.

The glow from the dashboard clock was the only artificial light they could see by, but the moonlight reflecting off the snow outside the cruiser made the night sky seem bright. The short brunette had elected to accompany the sheriff's deputy on her late night patrol so that they could spend time together, and now here they were, parked on the side of the main road leading into Purgatory.

Unsurprisingly, there was no one out as a fresh dusting of powder fell. They were both bundled up to stave off the frigid cold in gloves, coats, scarves, and hats; only idling for heat when they couldn't bare it any longer.

The redhead quietly pondered Waverly's answer as her gaze surveyed the undisturbed snow that stretched out on either side of them for miles. "We'll definitely have to remedy that. For now though, we're stuck. So...You wanna play a game?" 

"A game?" Waverly turned her attention toward the officer with a smile and a raised brow. It wasn't the suggestion of the game that lifted her spirits though. She knew Nicole would make good on her word and it warmed her heart in a way that Champ's empty promise of Buenos Aires never could.

"It's one of my favorites. It's called 'Anywhere but Here'. Have you ever played?" a grin spread on Nicole's lips as she pulled her PPD beanie a little further down on her forehead.

"No. How do you play?" Waverly's interest rose in tandem with her heart rate, but that was a natural occurrence any time she was privy to that dazzling smile and adorable dimple.

"I used to play it a lot when I was a kid. It's pretty simple. You start off with, 'if I were anywhere but here', and then use your imagination to describe the anyplace you'd rather be," Nicole explained.

"So, like, if I were anywhere but here I'd be immersed in the history section of the Library and Archives?" Waverly tried.

Shaking her head a little, Nicole chuckled, "Think bigger. This is a fantasy, right? Here, I'll start us off so you get the idea."

The redhead rubbed her hands together for the warmth as she thought silently to herself for a moment. "Ooh, okay, I got one. If we were anywhere but here, we'd be on a sail boat in the middle of the crystal clear, blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. The sky is cloudless as the sun beats down on the wooden deck where we lay out and sip sangria as we watch the coast of Italy float by."

"That sounds amazeballs right now," Waverly smiled and closed her eyes to think about it...

Water laps gently at the boat's hull, anchored a ways off the coast of Positano. This would be the second stop on their sailing tour of the Amalfi Coast. The town itself looks impossible: Terraces shoring up the buildings perched what seems precariously on the Monti Lattari cliffs. From this distance, the pastel and white stucco buildings with their geometric design and tiled roofs make a gorgeous backdrop. It's easy to pick out the colorful tiled dome of the Church of Santa Maria Assunta, in the middle of town.

The Mediterranean Sea sparkles blue around them, glinting in the summer sun that beats down on the warm wood planks of the deck. They're alone on the boat; it's positively perfect as the tall white sails are quiet without any breeze.

Time has no meaning as they lay side by side on their towels laid out on the deck. They never stop touching, be it just hands or feet, sometimes their whole bodies. Right now, Nicole and Waverly's hands are loosely intertwined between them. Adorned in only bikinis and a slathering of sunscreen (applied every hour for Nicole so she doesn't turn as red as her hair) they languidly bathe in the sun, glasses of sangria sit nearby.