Summary: A ransom leads to a very long weekend for Walker and Alex
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A/N: First attempt at a Walker fic, be nice
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Chapter 5
CD and Trivette scanned the driveway by the ranch, but it was Trivette who spoke up first.
"Why are we out here searching? We should be going to the place Walker was told to go, not out here looking for God knows what."
"If you would stop and use the thing between your ears, you would know I was looking for something to tell us who the kidnappers might be. You heard them yourself, if anyone were to come besides Walker they would kill Alex. Do you want to send in the calvary to save them, and hope they don't die, or are you going to stop your quibbling and help me look for clues?"
"You could have said that from the beginning you know. I am worried to."
"I'm sorry Jimmy of course you are worried, now get to work!"
Walker pumped on Alex's chest as hard as he dared, feeling the ribs crackling beneath his strong hands as he blew into her mouth. Memories of them together were flashing through his mind. He was seeing Alex, holding his hand when he awoke in the hospital after the accident, of her face the night of the Cyclone. All these thoughts disappeared now though, and were replaced with the horror before him now. Her eyes were closed, her chest not rising, and her lips the bluish tint still on them.
"Alex... please don't leave me, not now. Fight it Alex, fight for me, for us."
Walker again tried to blow the breath of life into her limp body, and again she did not respond. He knew the panic attacks were growing worse, but he feared that her injuries and fever were too great.
"I won't give up on you Alex, please.. don't give up on me," he pleaded as he continued to work on her. Tears ran down his face, a sight not seen by many from the usually stoic man. Nothing ever phased Cordell Walker, nothing but the love of his life, Alex.
The gasp from beneath him sent joy throughout his body, and Walker whispered to her, "Alex.. come on you can do it, come back to me. Just open your eyes."
Alex opened her eyes, and Walker felt a surge of relief washed over him. He didn't care that he was openly weeping, all he cared about was that for now he still had Alex. He cuddled her close to him, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Walker... I'm sorry, I just.."
"Sshhh, don't try to talk right now. Did I tell you how much I love you Alex, and that as soon as we get out of here, I am going to marry you."
Alex was about to answer Walker when the door flung open to reveal a very drunk Roger Culliver. He stumbled in through the door, and flung off the arm of his brother Chuck who was trying to hold him steady.
"Marry her? Is that what you said ranger? Why in the world would you marry her?"
Walker wanted to kill this man, to rip his throat out, but he held his tongue for now, glaring his hatred.
"You see before you came along me and Ms. Cahill here were having a nice chat. Oh sure she spoke about loving you, but inside she wanted me."
"Shut up Culliver! No one here wants to hear your lies."
"Lies... why ranger I am hurt. Your Ms. Cahill there and I became quite good friends before you showed up. Now don't get me wrong she put up a valiant fight, but in the end I won the argument and she saw the error of her ways."
Roger Culliver was getting angrier as he spoke, and Walker tensed as he stood up and started walking toward the bed.
"All I wanted was for her to love me, but all she wanted was Walker, her ranger. I was not good enough for her, so she found out I could have her even if she did not wish to return the love."
At the deadly look from Walker, Culliver explained further.
"Yes, I touched your Ms. Cahill here, her hair was so soft, and her legs why they are enough to drive a man insane, but when I tried to show her just how much I loved her she fought like a tiger. You see she didn't want me touching her, she screamed for Walker! Walker! that is all I heard so I had to teach her a lesson. You can't even imagine how good it felt to slap her, or to see my belt carving her pretty little flesh into shreds, but still she called for you, but I finally shut her up, indeed I did, and if I can't have her then neither will you. The poison will kill her, and I will win in the end."
Roger Culliver approached the bed and laid his hand across Alex's face, caressing it gently, but Alex pulled back further, trying to hide behind Walker. This enraged Culliver and he drew back his hand to slap Alex, but his hand never reached her as Walker punched him. When Roger hit the floor Walker was on top of him his hands punching him over and over, his vision blurring, the vision of Alex laying dead beneath him driving his fists onward.
Walker did not stop till he heard the click of the gun behind him, and when he looked up he saw Culliver's brother holding the gun to Alex's head.
"You will let my brother up, or Ms. Cahill will die sooner than you thought."
Walker wanted revenge, but not at the price of Alex so he slowly let Culliver up. Roger staggered to the door holding his bleeding lip, and returned in a few seconds with a bottle.
"You tie him up Chuck and make sure he can't get loose, you hear me."
Chuck walked over to Walker and tied him to the chair beside the bed, and then Roger Culliver walked over.
"Think your ranger boyfriend here is so brave, think he can save you from even death do you Ms. Cahill, well think again. Let's see how you enjoy this," Roger said, opening up the bottle of vodka as he climbed on top of the bed, straddling Alex so she could not move.
"Leave her alone!" Walker screamed, trying to get loose from the ropes binding him.
"Open your mouth!" Roger screamed at Alex, but she refused, clamping her mouth shut as hard as she could. Even after Roger had pried her mouth open, Alex refused to swallow the alcohol knowing it would cause her pain.
"Refusing to swallow it I see. Well, we can fix that," and with a punch to the ribs Alex screamed and swallowed the vodka. Over and over Roger did this till Alex stopped refusing to swallow it, as she could barely breathe with him sitting atop her. When Alex thought she could take no more Culliver finally got off her, and under gunpoint Walker's ropes were loosened.
"Well, you two have a good night. I am sure it will be a long one."
Culliver was right for as soon as he locked the door Alex started to groan in agony.
"Walker.. the pain is too much. I'm gonna be sick."
"Don't worry Alex I am right here," Walker said, as Alex leaned over the bed and retched again and again. Walker knew Culliver had said that food would cause an averse reaction with the poison and he knew the pint of vodka Culliver had poured down her throat would be ten times worse. He truly did not know if he could watch this, but he had to try and be strong.
The next four hours were spent with Alex leaning over the bed, while Walker rubbed her back trying to soothe her. It was not long before nothing was coming up and Alex merely dry heaved until she would choke, but finally around dawn the nausea let up and Alex fell back onto the bed wheezing.
"Just how many ribs were broken," Walker wondered. "How long could Alex survive without food and medical help. He was sure he could do nothing if she got any worse, and his nightmare would come to pass as he watched her die in his arms. Four days now it had been with little food. Walker had eaten the jello Culliver had left, and they had water to drink, but how long could they last here in this room? Were CD and Trivette looking for them? Would they find them in time before Alex and he both died here by Culliver's hand?
Alex wheezed, and gasped in a breath before settling down again. She looked tired and worn from the nights hell. Placing the thermometer under her tongue Walker waited, for the longest two minutes of his life, until the alarm on his watch signified it was time to read it.
One hundred and five point four the thermometer read, and Walker placed it on the table and grabbed the water that was left in the cup. Holding Alex up he got her to drink a sip and then poured the rest on the strip of sheet he tore off. He laid the strip over her forehead and prayed that she would not go into convulsions. Praying was all he could do right now, but inside his head was already turning, trying to figure out a way to get out of there.