Summary: A ransom leads to a very long weekend for Walker and Alex
Disclaimer: I do not own them
A/N: First attempt at a Walker fic, be nice
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Chapter 7
The night had worn on and on, Alex's fever spiking higher and higher as the fire blazed before them.
"She is burning up; give me some water at least!" Walker yelled at Roger Culliver.
Walker was given a glass of water, and he held Alex up to let her sip it little by little to keep from choking. She had woken during the night, and the pain was keeping her from falling back to sleep.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep; you need the rest, Alex," he said soothingly, all the while stroking her hair.
"I feel like I have been asleep for days; besides, I want to gaze at you for awhile, cowboy. Your smile makes me feel like I am a million miles away."
Walker ignored the snort from the kitchen table and just smiled down at Alex. This was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He didn't know why he had been fighting his feelings for so long, for he knew now he could not live without her.
Alex wanted to sit up but the pain was unbearable when she moved. More than anything she wanted a shower, or a nice warm bath, even though she felt if she got any hotter she would pass out. The fever had caused her to sweat profusely and, in turn, had her clothes clinging to her. Walker had offered his own shirt to her, but Alex had refused, saying he needed it to keep warm.
Walker knew Alex was growing weaker as her face had taken on a ghostly paleness. He closed his eyes and prayed that CD or Trivette would find him. What he didn't know was that Trivette and CD were getting closer and closer
The next morning...
Walker rolled over next to Alex, his neck throbbing along with his head. Walker was hungry, more than he had been in a long time, and it was causing him to be nauseated. His stomach growling only confirmed what he already knew -- he needed something to eat, or he would be no help to Alex at all.
Alex, on the other hand, had not asked for any food. Walker knew she must be hungry; she hadn't eaten in days. He wondered how long the poison lasted, or if he would have to watch her slowly starve to death. The night before he had seen Culliver twirling a vial in his hands, a vial Walker was sure held the antidote. Walker knew Culliver would rather destroy it than save Alex, but Walker knew Culliver knew what Alex was given, and if a dolt like Culliver could get the solution, then so could he.
"Well, rise and shine," Culliver said, nudging Walker with the tip of his boot.
"We are all going for a little ride. Tie him up, Chuck."
Chuck tied Walker's hands behind his back and then led both Walker and the stumbling Alex out the door. They were both shoved forcefully into the bed of the pickup, and Walker wondered what Culliver had planned. He didn't have long to wonder, as Roger Culliver came around the side of the truck and stared at Alex and himself.
"I am sorry to say that I will miss Ms. Cahill's demise. See, it seems that my friend from town radioed me and said you had a couple people out looking you. Now, I can't be found with you, so we are just taking you high up on the mountain and dropping you off."
"You can't do that! We will freeze to death!" Walker yelled.
"See, that is where you are wrong, ranger. I can do that, and since you are in no condition to put up much of a fight, I can say I win. Game over."
"You are a cold-blooded murderer! You'll pay for this, Culliver, one way or another. You won't get away with this."
"Talk is cheap, Walker, and we are wasting time," Culliver sneered as he got into the truck and started it up.
Culliver drove for over three hours, taking it slow as the mountain roads were covered in snow. He finally pulled over near a set of trees and went to let the tailgate down. What he found made him laugh. Walker and Alex were huddled together both shivering from the below freezing temps outside, and the winds. Culliver cared little for their plight and snatched Alex buy her foot, dragging her to the end of the truck.
"Such a shame, darling, we didn't get to know one another better. You know I could have loved you more than Walker, but since you refused me, you can die with your ranger friend."
Alex couldn't say anything through her chattering teeth. She could only watch as Walker was pulled out of the truck too. Culliver stood Walker next to him and pulled out his gun. A scream from Alex echoed off the surrounding moutains, but Culliver just laughed.
"Honey, I could have killed him anytime. I want the pleasure of knowing he died a slow death. A gunshot to the head would be too easy, too quick. No, I think your fate shall be to freeze to death on this mountain. Side by side, if you will. See, with you I am killing both witnesses and getting rid of the evidence. I am sure some wild animal will drag you off come nightfall."
Walker glared at Culliver and even lunged for him, despite the ropes binding his hands, but the sound of the gun going off made him stop dead in his tracks. The bullet only grazed his leg, but it felt like someone had burned him with a hot poker. Pulling up his pants' leg, he could see it was only a severe scratch, but it still bled freely.
"Now, as I said, Walker, I could have loved your lovely Ms. Cahill. See, I tried to convince her to leave you, to come with a real man like me, but she seems loyal to you, almost like a dog would be to its master. I couldn't let that go unpunished, now could I? She had her chance and blew it; now you can die together," and with that Roger and Chuck got back into the Dodge Ram and drove away, leaving Walker and Alex in the ankle deep snow without hope of finding their way back before they froze to death.