Summary: A ransom leads to a very long weekend for Walker and Alex
Disclaimer: I do not own them
A/N: This is my first W/A fic so be nice.
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A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter, because I am going on vacation and will not be updating for over a week, as I will only have a laptop. I will however be updating as soon as I get back.
Chapter 13
They had been walking for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only just over one hour. It was the snow drifts they had to stumble through that made the trip down the mountain so tedious; that and the added weight of carrying Alex and catching Walker as he stumbled.
"How much further?" CD wheezed, his age showing as he huffed and puffed, trudging along even though all he wished to do was sit down.
"I can see the Ranger Station just down below, maybe another twenty minutes or so," Trivette said as he readjusted his grip on Alex.
Walker did not stop, not even for a moment to catch his breath. He just kept stumbling along, the coldness having numbed all the pain in his legs during the previous hour.
The trio of men carried on, though the wind was howling nonstop and the temperature was dropping by the hour. Trivette and CD were tired, but neither of them were suffering as much as the other two. Walker refused any help, preferring to walk alongside Alex and have steady contact with her. It was his vigil watch that noticed the chattering of her teeth and, over the sound of the wind, a small moan escape her lips.
"Stop!" he yelled over the howling wind.
"Walker, if we stop again we won't make it before dawn. We have to keep going!"
Walker knew Trivette was right, but his love for Alex was over-powering his senses. He tried to grab her from Trivette's arms, his paranoia taking over, but Trivette held on.
"Walker, stop! What are you doing?
Walker fought Trivette, his grip becoming firmer. Alex screamed out and went limp as he tugged on her arm again.
"Cordell, stop, you are hurting her!" CD yelled, trying to intervene, but when Alex screamed, Walker's legs seemed to crumble and he sagged to the ground.
"Come on, Cordell, we are too close to give up now," CD said, pulling him back to his feet.
Walker wiped away his tears and pushed himself from CD. The next twenty minutes were the longest of his life, each step sending sharp pains through his lungs. No sight was more beautiful than the Ranger Station when they found the path leading to the door. It was CD who knocked, and then the door was opened to them all.
"What in the world... Come in, come in. You must be frozen damn near to death," the ranger said, ushering them all into the room.
The room was bright and filled with the warmth given off by a fire in the corner of the room. There was a small kitchen and a bedroom off to the side. It was small but sturdy and here they didn't feel the bite of the wind outside.
Trivette wasted no time and laid Alex down on the couch by the fire, unwrapping her from the snow sodden blankets. She was cold to the touch, but her brow was beaded in sweat. Her breathing was shallow, wheezing almost, and her skin was the color of the snow they had just come in from.
Walker sat beside her, whispering words of comfort to her, while Trivette called the hospital in Dallas, asking them to send a helicopter out to them and giving them all the information he knew about her condition. After he gave them the name of the poison, the clang of the phone dropping echoed around the room. Trivette picked it up quickly and muttered a quick, "Please hurry," and hung up.
"What did they say?" CD asked, gratefully sipping the cup of coffee he had been offered.
Trivette grew silent, choosing his words carefully and then staring straight at Walker, who was leaning over Alex.
"He said if we don't get her there in the next three hours, he doesn't know if there is any hope for saving her."
The somber mood of the room increased tenfold, but it was the silent muttering of the Indian prayer Walker was speaking that made them all shudder. It was as if he was asking the God's themselves to come and save what he considered the most precious gift in the world: Alex.