Nicole Arrives

Nicole pulled up to the Earp homestead, bemused. She'd received the call from Wynonna asking her to come by. Admittedly she wasn't sure why, but she was used to coming to the aid of the Earps.

She'd gathered a few spare clothes up and put them in the back seat. Once she was parked, she scooped them up over one arm, and made her way to the front door. She knocked.

It was a long few seconds before anyone answered. She heard muffled muttering on the far side, and something that almost sounded like a squeal.

Okay, what?

The door slowly creeped open; first it was just a crack, Wynonna sticking her head around to look at her. When she saw it was Nicole, she sighed, relaxing slightly, and drew the door back a little bit further. It was just enough to treat Nicole to a view of Wynonna's shoulder, bare up to her neck, with no sign of any straps or shirt.

Nicole blinked. Then her attention was caught by movement down the hall, Waverly's face with flushed cheeks peering around a cabinet, a glimpse of a bare shoulder and flashes of pale skin emerging from the cover. There was no sign of clothing there either, on any of her; that made Nicole's attention snap back to Wynonna, and dip lower, catching a glimpse of Wynonna's side around the door. Just as naked as her sister.

Okay, what?

Nicole opened her mouth to speak, and just stood there, slightly slack-jawed. Wynonna rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, stop drooling, come in quick before anyone else sees," Wynonna said hastily.

She reached out to grab Nicole's arm; Nicole stumbled in over the threshold, doing a double take as she was treated to the sight of much, much more of the elder Earp than she'd ever expected to see.

Then she remembered her girlfriend was down the hall, and quickly jerked her attention back to her. Though that sight was hardly a downgrade; Waverly was still a bit flustered, still a bit flushed, nervously emerging from cover. Even though Nicole had seen her like this before, she seemed more self-conscious, arms crossed awkwardly over her nude body.

Nicole stammered. Wynonna sighed.

"I've had this exact dream," Nicole said. Then she blinked. "Um. No. I didn't just say that, nope."

Waverly reddened; Wynonna rolled her eyes again.

"Save it," Wynonna said. "Clothes. Now."

Mute, Nicole handed the outfits draped over her arm to the nude sister; Wynonna quickly grabbed at them, then turned up her nose.

"Don't think much of your girlfriend's fashion sense," Wynonna called down to Waverly.

"I thought you needed them for, I don't know, painting or something," Nicole said defensively. "Not... this. What even _is _this?"

Waverly squeaked.

"Explanations later!" Waverly said. "Wynonna!"

"Right," Wynonna said. She lifted up a couple of garments and peered at them. "So do you want crummy shirt number one, or weird ad shirt number two?"

"Literally anything," Waverly said.

"Fine- no, wait, not fine," Wynonna said. "This wasn't the endgame, nothing's actually been fixed yet. It's good we've got these in reserve, but I don't know if it's the best choice."

Waverly whimpered. Nicole looked between the two, baffled.

"I don't know Wynonna, she looks like she really wants to get dressed," Nicole said. "And can you at least put a shirt on?"

"Yeah, trying saying that after she gets handsy," Wynonna muttered. Nicole's eyebrows shot up and she looked over at Waverly; Waverly yelped.

"Not like that!" Waverly said.

"Okay, seriously, very lost right now," Nicole said.

She wasn't entirely sure where to look. The aging wall might be the safest thing to look at, but it was also the dullest - meanwhile the two Earp sisters were stark naked and _god _if this was a dream she hoped she didn't wake up any time soon.

"Wait, handsy?" Nicole said. She looked hesitantly to Waverly. "Did you two..."

"No!" Waverly yelped.

"Hey, fantasies to yourself Haught," Wynonna said. "Short version, something's possessing Waverly, seems to have a vested interest in getting her naked, and stripping anyone that happens to be close."

Nicole turned slowly. Waverly shrugged, a very embarrassed 'what can you do?'

There was a pause.

"So she... stripped you?" Nicole said slowly.

"Tried to," Wynonna said. "Figured I'd get it over with, didn't particularly feel like getting groped by my sister, no matter what goes on in your head."

"Hey!" Nicole said.

"_And _no denial, huh?" Wynonna said.

Nicole flushed. Waverly quicly interrupted.

"Seriously, can we pick any other topic right now?" Waverly said.

"Right. So, there are no other clothes in the homestead beyond what you brought," Wynonna said.

"Which you're... not putting on," Nicole said.

"Haven't you been listening?" Wynonna said. "We put these on, they get torn or ripped off or whatever by that thing in Waverly and we're back at square one. I'd rather keep them safe until she's excorcised or something."

"We can at least try!" Waverly said, voice high.

"Oh believe me, I get the appeal," Wynonna said. "But these are all we have, and I don't want you ruining them. We've lost enough already. Isn't it better to have something waiting to be worn after all this is done?"

Waverly hesitated. She fidgeted, arms shifting awkwardly.

"Speaking of," Wynonna said, looking at Nicole, "You'd better strip down."

"Excuse me?!" Nicole said.

"Don't get excited, I told you," Wynonna said. "If you're going to stick around, I figure you'll want to get a bit closer to Waverly, girlfriends and all. If you're going to be in arm's reach, trust me, just save your clothes that."

Nicole faltered. She was suddenly very aware of Waverly staring at her - well, she supposed it would make sense for her to want any distraction. Wynonna was very much the awkward part of this situation.

"Okay, before we just resort to... that," Nicole said. "Do either of you actually have a plan for helping Waverly, or haven't you gotten further than 'getting naked?'"

Waverly bit her lip. Wynonna coughed.

"We're working on it!" Wynonna said.

"Well before I go nude, maybe we can be sure it's actually going to mean something?" Nicole said.

"I can get behind solving this!" Waverly said, rather eagerly.

"So do we have a plan?" Nicole said. "Or even the beginnings of one?"