The Streets of Heaven.

Summary: Alex thinks back on memories as she prays for her daughter's life

Disclaimer: this was written for the soul purpose of my entertainment. I lay no claim on the characters of Walker Texas Ranger only the kids belong to me, except Angela. The song streets of heaven is also not mine it belongs to Sherrié Austin

AN: -time lapse -beginning or end to flashback

Age of the kids:

The Walker Children:

Angela – 7 years old and Matthew – 4 years old

The Gage Children:

Tommy-4 years old and Megan-2 years old

The Trivette Children: James and Simon—5 years old

St. Matthews hospital 2:00 a.m.

Alex sat by Angela's bedside as she watched her daughter sleep, looking at her husband asleep in the chair on the other side of the bed, she thinks back on the events that lead them to where they are right now

Flashback- Walker ranch, six months ago

"Angela Elizabeth we have to get going if we are going to make it to the doctors on time, so put buddy in his pen and let's go, Matthew is already in the car." Alex said looking at her daughter holding the little German Shepard puppy that Gage had given to Angela for her last birthday, that had she would carry everywhere if she could.

"But Momma why do I have to go to the doctor? I'm not sick" Angela had argued looking up at her mother with her blue-gray pleading eyes her lip poked out in a pout.

"Angel you not only look like your father you are starting to sound like him now too. But you know you and Matthew have to have a check up." Alex said in a small laugh. But truth is she had learned the pouting routine from her mother. But Angela really did look almost exactly like her father except she had Alex's nose and ears.

At the doctor Michael's office

"Mrs. Walker may I talk to you in my office for a moment?" Dr. Michael asked after she had finished her examinations on Matthew and Angela

"Sure. Angela you and Matthew what for me in the waiting room for a moment and stay out of trouble."

After Alex sits down in one of the chairs Dr. Michael starts asking questions on how Angela has been feeling since her last visit

"Has Angela been having a lot of stomach aches lately?"

"Yes every so often. Why is something wrong?"

"Mrs. Walker, after examining Angela I have to tell you I am a little concerned with a mass I found in her abdomen, I want to schedule an appointment to run some more tests to determine exactly what that mass is, if it is malignant I want it removed and for her to see an oncologist. But if it is benign we will just remove it and there is nothing to worry about."

"Doctor Michael what are the chances that it is cancer?"

"It is about a fifty-fifty chance that it is or is not cancer."

"Can it be cured?"

"If it is cancer it is a good chance we will be able to remove it and then a few chemo treatments and she will be fine. However there is a chance it could have already spread to other areas, if it has than I am afraid it will be a lot harder to fight. The sooner we know the better."

Alex kneels down in prayer as she silently begins to cry

"Hello God, it's me again. 2:00 a.m., Room 304.
Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug of war.
This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night.
I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life.
Well, it must be kind of crowded, on the streets of Heaven.
So tell me: what do you need her for?
Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever?
But right now I need her so much more.
She's much too young to be on her own:
Barely just turned seven.
So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?"

TBC

A/N: please review I will update after I get five reviews. I hope you enjoy this is my first Walker story.