By Roz <Roswell1947_98@yahoo.com>
"Alright, Walker… what did you really ask me here for?" Alex questioned, taking another sip of her wine.
Walker gave her a chiding look. "Why does there have to be a reason?"
"Because there always is…?"
He sighed. "Well, there’s not. I just wanted to make sure you knew about everything that went on today."
She leaned forward on the table, interested. "I knew there was a reason. What happened today that I don’t know about?"
Walker stood, grabbing Alex’s plate and his own on his way to the kitchen. "Well… you were there when we took Brian to the hospital."
"And you talked to Rachel, so you know she’s pregnant."
"Yeah…" She took another sip of wine and gave him a scolding look. "You’re hiding something from me."
He put the dishes in the dishwasher and took her hand, leading her gently to the couch. "What am I hiding? What’s wrong with wanting to spend some time with my future wife?" He sat down behind her on the couch, gently rubbing her shoulders.
"Nothing. If that’s really all you want. But I don’t think it is."
He reached around her, holding her tightly against him. "Hm… I wonder why that could be?"
She twisted in his arms slightly so she could see him. "Could it be because you never ‘just want to spend time’ with me?"
"Okay, okay, I admit it… there is one thing I haven’t told you."
Alex smiled and nuzzled his arm gently, already feeling the effects of the alcohol she’d had during dinner.
"I’m taking Brian’s place."
"What do you mean?"
"I agreed to be Team Cherokee’s new driver."
"You did WHAT?" Alex jumped out of his arms and stood in the front of the room, her eyes blazing. "Did you just tell me what I think you just told me? Because if that’s what you did just tell me, I’ll… I’ll…" She put a hand over her mouth, shocked. "Oh, my God. I knew you were gonna do something stupid. I just knew it." Turning her back to him, she leaned on the chair next to her slightly for support, no longer speaking to him. "Oh, God… Nuts! They’re all crazy…" She took a deep breath. "I won’t freak out. I won’t."
She whirled back to him angrily. "You agreed to what? Did you think about this?"
"And yet you’re doing it anyway."
"Why? Are you insane? Did the wine get to you?"
"Don’t you realize you could be killed out there? Did that even register in your head?"
"Alex, don’t you realize that I could be killed every day on the job? This is not such a big risk…"
"Yes, I realize that. But the guy who tries to run you off the track is not going to stop his car so you can get out and use your karate on him… he’s just going to hit you!"
"I know that. But you can’t change my mind, Alex."
"Walker… you can’t!"
He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. "I have to, Alex."
He kissed her quickly. "For my tribe…"
"They can survive without you killing your-"
He cut her off with a kiss. "For Brian…"
"Who cares what Brian thinks?"
He kissed her again. "For Rachel..."
She gave him an incredulous look. "Rachel doesn’t care what you do."
He kissed her again, longer and deeper this time. "Do you really care if I race?"
"Of course I do… I care about you…"
He kissed her once more. Alex couldn’t tell if it was him or the alcohol that had made her feel so drunk.
"I know you do. But I have to do this."
He kissed her again, and she leaned against him. "I hate it when you do this to me, Walker."
He grinned. "I know."
"And I can’t go home."
He gave her a puzzled look. "And why not?"
"You made me drunk, Cowboy… I’m not going to drive… Guess I’m just stuck here." She smiled at him and sat back down on the couch.
"Shucks." He sat beside her and pulled her next to him, laying so that her head was on his chest. He held her for a few moments in silence. "Alex?"
He listened to her breathing for a moment. She was already asleep. He closed his eyes and soon joined her in his dreams.