Don't Leave Me
By Katriel
Disclaimer: I don't own the show Walker, Texas Ranger or any of its characters. This story was written
solely for my entertainment and I am not making any money off it.
"Alex!"
Texas Ranger Cordell Walker let the door slam behind him as he headed for the kitchen, carrying a
carton of milk in one hand and a bouquet of wildflowers in the other. He nearly tripped over his
daughter's toys as he made his way through the living room, and his calls turned to, "Angela!"
"Daddy!" Angela Walker, a blond, blue-eyed cherub so adorably innocent it was hard to imagine her
doing anything wrong, ran toward her father and raised her arms up for a hug. Walker obliged as best he
could with both hands full, then continued on into the kitchen.
"It's about time, Cowboy," Alex Cahill-Walker teased, turning to give her husband a hug. Alex's blond
hair and big blue eyes, so much like Angela's, masked the intelligent and sometimes strong-willed
personality of the Assistant District Attorney.
"Sorry, Alex," Walker apologized to his wife, placing the milk on the counter and extending the flowers
toward Alex. She smiled, at the eager, boyish expression on his face as well as at the flowers.
"Thank you, Cowboy." She leaned over to give him a quick kiss, then laughed self-consciously as her
swollen abdomen got in the way. "I'm about ready for Angela's little sister to show up," she admitted,
placing the flowers in a vase as Walker put the milk in the refrigerator.
"Be patient, Alex," Walker reminded her with laughter in his voice. "She'll be here in just a few more
weeks." He lifted his four-year-old daughter into his arms and looked into the guileless, angelic blue eyes.
"Angela." Walker spoke gently but firmly. "What did Mommy tell you about leaving toys in the floor?
Daddy nearly tripped over them, and if Daddy tripped, he might get hurt. You wouldn't want that to
happen, would you?"
Angela's eyes dropped to the floor, and she shook her head slowly. Walker gave her a quick kiss on the
cheek and placed her on the floor, where she scurried to pick up the toys.
Watching as his daughter carefully avoided making eye contact, Walker sighed. "I wish she wasn't so
sensitive, Alex. Even when we're gentle about it, every little correction makes her sulk."
Alex gently touched her husband's arm. "You know, Walker, my dad used to say I was pretty sensitive
as a child. I would cry every time someone tried to tell me 'no'. Who knows...maybe Angela takes after
me in personality."
"Maybe you're right, honey." Walker was visibly relieved. He smiled as he thought of Alex's confidence
in court, of the way she stood with her back ramrod-straight and her blue eyes direct and piercing. Alex
Cahill-Walker was anything but timid.
"Well, honey," Walker placed a kiss on his wife's forehead, "I must say that our little Angela couldn't
find a better person to take after than her mom."
Alex giggled softly. "You're buttering me up. You know just as well as I do that she'd do every bit as
well taking after her daddy."
Eyes narrowed, the black-clad man sat across the road, watching them through his binoculars. The sight
of the Ranger playfully arguing with his wife was enough to start the fires of rage burning within the man.
"He's not good for you, Aiosha," The man muttered, his words slurring softly. "You shouldn't be taking
care of him and that little blond brat like any common housewife. You're a queen and we're meant to be
together."
He lowered his binoculars, forcing himself to wait. He would free her from her burdens, and when the
time was right, he would help her escape these bonds that were life. She would ascend into her destiny
beside him, where she belonged. Of one thing he felt certain: she would adore him for all eternity, because
he would be the one to free her from this prison of flesh.
Fingering the gun in his pocket, he placed his binoculars back on the dash. "Soon, Aiosha, soon," He
muttered to himself. "Soon we will be free...my queen and I...free to reign forever more..."
His maniacal laugh startled the deer feeding nearby as he revved the engine and sped away from the
Walker Ranch, plotting how he would help the beautiful queen find her destiny.
~~~~~
"Gage!" The exasperation in the voice of Texas Ranger Sydney Cooke-Gage was evident as she stood,
hands on hips, and glared daggers at her husband, in a way that only the dark-haired, petite woman could
do.
Ranger Francis Gage, tall, blond, and muscular, tried to look innocent, but he knew he'd done it again.
At least she didn't call me Francis this time, He reflected wryly. From the expression on the face of the
beautiful spitfire, however, he would soon suffer the humiliation of being called by his given name, unless
he responded quickly.
"Well, uh, Syd..." He made his eyes very wide, trying to look as innocent as possible. "I'm sorry,
Sweetheart, it's just that I love you and I worry about you. If anything ever happened to you...if..." He let
his voice trail off.
Sydney softened noticeably. "I know, darlin', and I love you very much too, but just because I'm
pregnant doesn't mean I'm made of glass. You've been treating me like I could shatter any moment. Good
heavens, Gage, it's been three weeks since we found out and I haven't even had morning sickness yet!"
Gage waited patiently until Sydney stopped for a breath; then he gently placed his hands on her
shoulders. "Syd, I know I'm being overprotective of you, and I'm sorry, but give me some slack, okay? I
love you more than life itself, and if something happened to you it would destroy me."
Sydney looked away, surprised at Gage's heartfelt statement. She cleared her throat. "I love you too,
Gage. I'm sorry for getting mad at you. I guess..." She shrugged her slender shoulders. "It must be
hormones or something." She glanced mischievously at her husband. "Just think, you've got six and a half
more months of this to look forward to!"
Gage groaned, and Sydney laughed and gave him a hug. "All right, tough guy, let's go to work."
Knowing he had lost the argument, Gage quietly followed his wife out to the car. Sydney was on desk duty
now, but Gage had wanted her to stay home because of a slight headache. Strong-willed Sydney, of course,
wouldn't hear of it.
Sydney reached the car first and quickly claimed the driver's side. Gage groaned. "Aw, Syd,
c'mon...can't you give me a chance to prove I really can drive?"
A wicked sparkle showing in her dark eyes, Sydney retorted, "Not on your life, Francis darling." She
cheerfully noticed the way he winced when she called him by his first name.
When Gage and Sydney were just a few blocks from the courthouse, the radio suddenly crackled to life.
"We've got a convenience store robbery, three heavily armed suspects said to be heading north in a green
truck..."
Sydney noted the location of the convenience store, and her eyes widened. "Gage...that's only a few
blocks from here!"
"Syd." Gage spoke in a low tone. "I want you to drive to the courthouse and when we get there, I want
you to get out and go inside." When she hesitated for a brief second, he snapped, "Do what I said,
Sydney!"
To his surprise, she quietly obeyed, even though her Ranger instincts tried to kick in as she pulled up in
front of the large stone building and saw the green truck coming toward them at breakneck speed, a cop
car close behind.
Syd slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a stop. Grabbing her by the wrist, Gage pulled her
behind the car, palming his pistol as he did so. Sydney automatically reached for her own gun, but Gage
spoke sharply to her as the sirens grew closer. "Syd, get inside! Quick!" When she hesitated again, not
wanting to leave him, he yelled, "Now!"
She turned and ran up the steps, willing herself not to trip. Behind her, Sydney heard a gun fire—it was
quickly answered by the bark of Gage's pistol. Syd knew he would try to keep their attention away from
her, but, oh Lord...he better not get himself killed doing so!
A bullet whizzed by her and she nearly lost her balance, but she made it through the door and to safety.
Hearing the gunfire still going on outside, she slumped to a sitting position, resting her head on her knees.
Of all the rotten times to get nauseated...
It was all over in a matter of minutes—one robber dead, the other two wounded and in custody. Sydney
headed out as soon as it was safe, and when she saw the paramedics kneeling over a man in a bloodstained
gray shirt, she knew immediately who he was.
"Gage!" She pleaded, getting as close to him as she could. His eyes were closed, his face was ashen—he
was completely unresponsive.
"Gage!" Her voice rose as they loaded him into the ambulance. "Gage, don't you dare leave me!"
Sydney Cooke-Gage, one of the toughest and most competent Texas Rangers in the state, sat down on
the curb and cried.
By Katriel
Disclaimer: I don't own the show Walker, Texas Ranger or any of its characters. This story was written
solely for my entertainment and I am not making any money off it.
"Alex!"
Texas Ranger Cordell Walker let the door slam behind him as he headed for the kitchen, carrying a
carton of milk in one hand and a bouquet of wildflowers in the other. He nearly tripped over his
daughter's toys as he made his way through the living room, and his calls turned to, "Angela!"
"Daddy!" Angela Walker, a blond, blue-eyed cherub so adorably innocent it was hard to imagine her
doing anything wrong, ran toward her father and raised her arms up for a hug. Walker obliged as best he
could with both hands full, then continued on into the kitchen.
"It's about time, Cowboy," Alex Cahill-Walker teased, turning to give her husband a hug. Alex's blond
hair and big blue eyes, so much like Angela's, masked the intelligent and sometimes strong-willed
personality of the Assistant District Attorney.
"Sorry, Alex," Walker apologized to his wife, placing the milk on the counter and extending the flowers
toward Alex. She smiled, at the eager, boyish expression on his face as well as at the flowers.
"Thank you, Cowboy." She leaned over to give him a quick kiss, then laughed self-consciously as her
swollen abdomen got in the way. "I'm about ready for Angela's little sister to show up," she admitted,
placing the flowers in a vase as Walker put the milk in the refrigerator.
"Be patient, Alex," Walker reminded her with laughter in his voice. "She'll be here in just a few more
weeks." He lifted his four-year-old daughter into his arms and looked into the guileless, angelic blue eyes.
"Angela." Walker spoke gently but firmly. "What did Mommy tell you about leaving toys in the floor?
Daddy nearly tripped over them, and if Daddy tripped, he might get hurt. You wouldn't want that to
happen, would you?"
Angela's eyes dropped to the floor, and she shook her head slowly. Walker gave her a quick kiss on the
cheek and placed her on the floor, where she scurried to pick up the toys.
Watching as his daughter carefully avoided making eye contact, Walker sighed. "I wish she wasn't so
sensitive, Alex. Even when we're gentle about it, every little correction makes her sulk."
Alex gently touched her husband's arm. "You know, Walker, my dad used to say I was pretty sensitive
as a child. I would cry every time someone tried to tell me 'no'. Who knows...maybe Angela takes after
me in personality."
"Maybe you're right, honey." Walker was visibly relieved. He smiled as he thought of Alex's confidence
in court, of the way she stood with her back ramrod-straight and her blue eyes direct and piercing. Alex
Cahill-Walker was anything but timid.
"Well, honey," Walker placed a kiss on his wife's forehead, "I must say that our little Angela couldn't
find a better person to take after than her mom."
Alex giggled softly. "You're buttering me up. You know just as well as I do that she'd do every bit as
well taking after her daddy."
Eyes narrowed, the black-clad man sat across the road, watching them through his binoculars. The sight
of the Ranger playfully arguing with his wife was enough to start the fires of rage burning within the man.
"He's not good for you, Aiosha," The man muttered, his words slurring softly. "You shouldn't be taking
care of him and that little blond brat like any common housewife. You're a queen and we're meant to be
together."
He lowered his binoculars, forcing himself to wait. He would free her from her burdens, and when the
time was right, he would help her escape these bonds that were life. She would ascend into her destiny
beside him, where she belonged. Of one thing he felt certain: she would adore him for all eternity, because
he would be the one to free her from this prison of flesh.
Fingering the gun in his pocket, he placed his binoculars back on the dash. "Soon, Aiosha, soon," He
muttered to himself. "Soon we will be free...my queen and I...free to reign forever more..."
His maniacal laugh startled the deer feeding nearby as he revved the engine and sped away from the
Walker Ranch, plotting how he would help the beautiful queen find her destiny.
~~~~~
"Gage!" The exasperation in the voice of Texas Ranger Sydney Cooke-Gage was evident as she stood,
hands on hips, and glared daggers at her husband, in a way that only the dark-haired, petite woman could
do.
Ranger Francis Gage, tall, blond, and muscular, tried to look innocent, but he knew he'd done it again.
At least she didn't call me Francis this time, He reflected wryly. From the expression on the face of the
beautiful spitfire, however, he would soon suffer the humiliation of being called by his given name, unless
he responded quickly.
"Well, uh, Syd..." He made his eyes very wide, trying to look as innocent as possible. "I'm sorry,
Sweetheart, it's just that I love you and I worry about you. If anything ever happened to you...if..." He let
his voice trail off.
Sydney softened noticeably. "I know, darlin', and I love you very much too, but just because I'm
pregnant doesn't mean I'm made of glass. You've been treating me like I could shatter any moment. Good
heavens, Gage, it's been three weeks since we found out and I haven't even had morning sickness yet!"
Gage waited patiently until Sydney stopped for a breath; then he gently placed his hands on her
shoulders. "Syd, I know I'm being overprotective of you, and I'm sorry, but give me some slack, okay? I
love you more than life itself, and if something happened to you it would destroy me."
Sydney looked away, surprised at Gage's heartfelt statement. She cleared her throat. "I love you too,
Gage. I'm sorry for getting mad at you. I guess..." She shrugged her slender shoulders. "It must be
hormones or something." She glanced mischievously at her husband. "Just think, you've got six and a half
more months of this to look forward to!"
Gage groaned, and Sydney laughed and gave him a hug. "All right, tough guy, let's go to work."
Knowing he had lost the argument, Gage quietly followed his wife out to the car. Sydney was on desk duty
now, but Gage had wanted her to stay home because of a slight headache. Strong-willed Sydney, of course,
wouldn't hear of it.
Sydney reached the car first and quickly claimed the driver's side. Gage groaned. "Aw, Syd,
c'mon...can't you give me a chance to prove I really can drive?"
A wicked sparkle showing in her dark eyes, Sydney retorted, "Not on your life, Francis darling." She
cheerfully noticed the way he winced when she called him by his first name.
When Gage and Sydney were just a few blocks from the courthouse, the radio suddenly crackled to life.
"We've got a convenience store robbery, three heavily armed suspects said to be heading north in a green
truck..."
Sydney noted the location of the convenience store, and her eyes widened. "Gage...that's only a few
blocks from here!"
"Syd." Gage spoke in a low tone. "I want you to drive to the courthouse and when we get there, I want
you to get out and go inside." When she hesitated for a brief second, he snapped, "Do what I said,
Sydney!"
To his surprise, she quietly obeyed, even though her Ranger instincts tried to kick in as she pulled up in
front of the large stone building and saw the green truck coming toward them at breakneck speed, a cop
car close behind.
Syd slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a stop. Grabbing her by the wrist, Gage pulled her
behind the car, palming his pistol as he did so. Sydney automatically reached for her own gun, but Gage
spoke sharply to her as the sirens grew closer. "Syd, get inside! Quick!" When she hesitated again, not
wanting to leave him, he yelled, "Now!"
She turned and ran up the steps, willing herself not to trip. Behind her, Sydney heard a gun fire—it was
quickly answered by the bark of Gage's pistol. Syd knew he would try to keep their attention away from
her, but, oh Lord...he better not get himself killed doing so!
A bullet whizzed by her and she nearly lost her balance, but she made it through the door and to safety.
Hearing the gunfire still going on outside, she slumped to a sitting position, resting her head on her knees.
Of all the rotten times to get nauseated...
It was all over in a matter of minutes—one robber dead, the other two wounded and in custody. Sydney
headed out as soon as it was safe, and when she saw the paramedics kneeling over a man in a bloodstained
gray shirt, she knew immediately who he was.
"Gage!" She pleaded, getting as close to him as she could. His eyes were closed, his face was ashen—he
was completely unresponsive.
"Gage!" Her voice rose as they loaded him into the ambulance. "Gage, don't you dare leave me!"
Sydney Cooke-Gage, one of the toughest and most competent Texas Rangers in the state, sat down on
the curb and cried.