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
Chapter 24
Alex kept running until she could no longer breathe without gasping, until there was a dull throbbing pain in her side and her legs felt as if they would collapse beneath her. She had only wanted to love Walker forever, and now there was the chance that she was not carrying his child, but Culliver's. She felt dirty, abused both mentally and physically, and it made her sick to her stomach.
As she looked around she realized she didn't know where she was, nor did she know how long she had been running. What she did know was that Walker would be looking for her, and she did not want to face him. She could just see the disappointment in his eyes, the sadness that she had been tainted by another. True, it had not been by choice, but that fact was hidden behind the fact that she would have Culliver's child.
Walker had retraced his steps back to the truck to see if Alex had perhaps run there, but he found the truck still there. Glad she had not taken off in their only means of leaving this place, he grabbed the first aid kit out of the back and headed back towards their campsite. He wanted to find Alex and shake some sense into her. They had known each other for years and years, starting out as friends and then becoming more.
Walker found himself running, his fear taking control over his legs. He was worried, and the more time that he thought about it the more worried he became. Alex was pregnant and out in the countryside alone, at night. She could be hurt, or she could run into any number of things, and it scared him to know he could possibly find her in any manner other than safe.
Walker passed back by the campsite and then headed off towards the trees again. He had to find Alex, he just had too. He had watched her linger between life and death; he had cried more in those weeks than he ever had before in his life, and now thinking of her lost out there made tears well up in his eyes again. Walker swiped at them with the back of his hand. He had been trained in the martial arts to never show fear, emotion, and had made himself a name and reputation with the Rangers, so why did Alex bring him to tears? Simple, he loved her more than his own life.
Once Alex felt up to moving again she started off toward what looked like a hill. She stared up at it and wondered what was on the other side, but she knew she would find out eventually. She grabbed onto a rock and pulled herself up and then, when she got a good foothold, reached for something to grab to pull herself up again. Alex grabbed a branch and began to pull on it, but the branch gave way, coming loose from the soil it was in, and sent Alex tumbling back down the small hill.
Alex landed with a thump, her ankle turning sharply to the left as it landed beneath her. The pain was instantaneous. Alex yelled out despite herself and grabbed her ankle. It wasn't broken that she knew of, but when she tried to put her full weight on it, her knees buckled and she ended up on the ground again.
Try as she might, Alex could not bear weight on her ankle and finally gave up exhausted. She was cold. Never would she think that her honeymoon would end this way, and the more she thought about how cruel fate was the more the tears poured from her eyes. Why did Culliver have to do that to her? Why did bad things always seem to happen to her?
Pulling herself into a ball, Alex shivered. She could no longer feel her fingers for they had gone numb an hour ago when she was running. Her stomach felt as if it wanted to heave its contents, and even the slightest sound nearby made Alex think that she would be attacked by some wild creature any minute. Little did she know that a group of wolves was nearby.
Walker kept going north, not really knowing if it was the right way, but something was pulling him in that direction. Trivette would call it his Cherokee thing, but Walker laughed when he did that. What drove Walker now was a sense of fear that Alex would spend the night out in the cold. He wanted to kill Culliver, but Trivette had beaten him to it. He wanted to stare the man in the eyes as the life drained from him for what he did to Alex. The visions of her scars still haunted is mind.
Walker was about to head west when he heard the scream. Alex... he thought. All rational thought faded as a number of things filtered through his head as to what would make her scream. Making sure the first aid kit was still in his backpack, Walker ran faster than he ever had toward that scream.
Alex wanted to scream again, the pain from her ankle throbbing every time she made the slightest movement. Her stomach had given up the futile attempt at holding anything in, and she had heaved all of her dinner beside her. The smell was so pungent that Alex had tried to crawl away from it and that was when she had screamed for the second time.
Alex did not hear the wolves approach. Three of them circled her now, trying to determine if she was a threat before they attacked, and Alex was backing up, realizing she had nowhere to go. She had no weapons, no way to defend herself from the attack. The head of the three wolves walked toward her, teeth shown before jumping on her. Alex screamed as its teeth sunk into her arm as she used her good foot to kick at it, pounding on it with her fist.
The other two sat poised ready to jump when they fell dead. Two shots were fired from Walker's gun, but he was afraid to fire the last shot, afraid of hitting Alex. Knowing there was nothing else to do he grabbed the wolf by the throat and yanked it off, shooting it when it landed a couple of feet away, but when he turned back to Alex, she too was laying on the ground, eyes closed.
" Alex!" he yelled and ran to her.