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 12
Walker was the first at Alex's side, pulling her up from the floor and checking her over for any new injuries. After he accessed that there were none, he placed her gently on the couch. His eyes were gleaming, not with tears this time, with anger, and it was directed towards Roger Culliver.
"Untie him, Trivette," Walker said, the look on his face giving no room for an argument.
"Walker, do you think it is wise?"
"You untie him or I will, but one way or another it will happen."
Trivette saw Walker's eyes and then the nod from CD, who was inching his way over to the couch next to Alex. When he looked down, he could see Walker's concern. Alex did not look well, not well at all. She was sweating, even though there was a chill in the room, her face was ashen, and the occasioanl whimper all but sealed it. CD Parker had never known Alex to ever admit she was sick. Sometimes he swore she was as bad as Cordell was about it.
As CD went to turn he heard, rather than saw, a stinging slap land across Roger Culliver's face.
"Get up!" Walker demanded from Culliver, who was now on the floor, his lip split open.
Culliver did stand and took a swing at Walker. Even in his current state, Walker avoided the clumsy move and again slapped Culliver down to the floor, further splitting his lip.
"Look here, ranger, you can hit me all you want, I am still not giving you the antidote," Culliver said, wiping the blood from his lip on his sleeve.
Walker drew back his hand again and even Trivette flinched as, not his open hand, but his fist made contact with Culliver's jaw. Roger Culliver went flying backwards several feet.
"Cordell, why don't we just leave him to the police and courts?"
Walker turned to look at CD, but the older man noticed his eyes were glazed with something he had not seen in many a year, not since Ellen had been killed: unadulterated fury.
"The roads are impassable by car, even a truck. It would take them coming out here in a helicopter now. There is no reception out here for a phone, and we will have to hike down to the ranger station, which is about three miles the other way."
Trivette was leery, but as he looked down at his phone, sure enough, there was no reception. They were stuck here. He didn't want to see Walker do something he would regret later.
"Walker, if you kill him, you will regret it later," he said, hoping to stop Walker as he punched Culliver again, and the man spit out yet another tooth.
"I won't regret it, just like he didn't regret hurting Alex."
Culliver stood, but only just before Walker's roundhouse sent him to the floor again. All in the room heard the distinct crack of his ribs as he hit the wall behind him. Culliver got up and rushed towards Walker, but Walker was ready. He grabbed Culliver by the arm, and flung him across the table, sending the food from earlier everywhere and Culliver to the floor.
Culliver was now swaying as he stood, but Walker did not care. He walked over and pulled Culliver up by the hair till the man stood.
"What did you give Alex?"
Culliver did not answer; it was no longer an act of defiance, but that he could not due to his head reeling from the constant blows being rained down on him by Walker.
"Tell me!" Walker demanded, his hands tightly wrapped around Culliver's neck.
Trivette almost felt sorry for the man. Culliver was bruised, beaten, and wheezing as he breathed. Walker had broken several of his ribs with those spinning back kicks he was so fond of.
"Walker stop!" he screamed, as Walker's grip around Culliver neck had the man turning purple.
Walker did not stop, until Chuck Culliver started screaming.
"Leave him alone! I will tell you the antidote, just don't kill him," he sobbed, and Walker let Chuck Culliver drop to the the floor at his feet.
Chuck Culliver told them the antidote, and told them they had less than twelve hours before Alex would be dead. Walker knew she had been surving on what little water he could shove into her, as food was not an option. She looked to have lost a few pounds from it just in the few days she had been captive.
"Tie him up, Trivette."
Trivette did as he was asked, very leery of Walker's current state of mind, but as Walker leaned over to pick up Alex, he collapsed from sheer exhaustion on top of her, his hand lying across her chest.
"Hurry up, Jimmy, we have to get these two down to the ranger station."
"What about us?" Chuck Culliver asked, trying to wriggle free from the ropes binding him.
"We'll send the law up after you when we get down. You're lucky Cordell didn't kill you right off," but no sooner he had spoken the words, than Walker stood up from the couch. He walked out of the cabin, followed by Trivette carrying Alex wrapped in a blanket. CD followed them, but all stopped when the screams started.
"Walker! I should have killed you when I had the chance. Walker, get back here! We'll die if you leave us tied up!"
Walker kept walking, until he heard Alex whimper. He stopped to make sure Alex was all right, wiping the sweat from her brow and covering her back up in the blanket, before placing a kiss gently across her lips.
"Walker, I know you can hear me," Culliver continued to yell. "Your Ms. Cahill was quite the treat, I want you to know. It was a pleasure to have her in my bed."
Walker stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, his eyes a haze of fury.
"Cordell, you know he is just spouting off nonsense, Cordell!" CD yelled as Walker took his thirty eight from his hip and started walking back into the house.
"Oh Lord, he is gonna kill that fella, and I can't honestly say as I blame him." CD said, shifting around to stop Walker.
Trivette was already a step ahead, grabbing Walker by the arm as he walked in holding the gun aimed at Roger Culliver.
"See, you can't kill me, Walker, even your friend knows I have a right to due process. I just thought you should know that your Ms. Cahill fought bravely everytime I tried to get near here."
"I'd shut up if I were you, Culliver," Trivette said, trying to pry the gun from Walker's hand.
Culliver didn't, however, his stupidity growing, along with some new found courage. "What, and not inform the Ranger here of how I ran my hand over her thigh, of how when I tried to run it up her leg she spat in my face. See, Ranger, there is no part of your lady friend there my hands have not been all over."
Walker flinched and then turned as he heard the bang of the gun and saw Roger Culliver slump dead in the chair, but he had not fired; it had been Trivette.
"He shouldn't have said that," was all Trivette said before he walked out the door.
Walker was speechless, and the danger of Culliver was now gone. His mission now was to get Alex some help; he would discuss this further with Trivette later, now did not seem the right time. He ignored the screams of Chuck Culliver, as he walked away; all his thoughts were on Alex.