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Chapter summary: From the begining, it was meant to end like that. One of them had to kill the other. Alec was Cordell’s mission, just like Cordell, Sam, was Alec’s. But what if it didn’t have to end that way? What if... It’s impossible for them to kill the other? Manticore would have to get involved and send someone else to finish the job. Someone Alec knows pretty well...
Crossover with: Walker / Supernatural / Dark Angel
Pairing: Sam/Cordell/Duke x Alec Mcdowell / past Sam x Dean (flashbacks/mentions included)
Chapter warning: Angst, lots of truth revealed, trust issues due to lies, fight, wounds, electocution
Word Count: 3784
Square filled: Free Space for @walker-bingo
A/n: So this chapter explains a lot of stuff, and I tried to summarize the show Dark Angel for those who didn’t watch it! Cordell is back to call himself Cordell too, like he’s out of the personnality switch.
This story is also on AO3!
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An acute, piercing sound. That's all he could hear the moment the gun fired.
It was only a reflex, as simple as that. Years of being a skilled hunter, followed by years of being a ranger. The floor met his body hard when he threw himself to it, trying to avoid any more projectile shot in his direction. If his ears were stuck with that shrilling sound, it was because of the bullet flying too close to his ears. It was because death was nagging him in the corner. It was adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Cordell couldn't hear well because of that shrilling, and it was still a bit hard to see, but he managed to lift his head from his spot on the floor. Feet were in his sight, and he recognized Alec's shoes immediately. He was running towards him, and Cordell's body wanted to roll out of the way, but he found himself reacting too late… or maybe it was Alec running too fast? Impossibly faster than he should be able to-
Cordell followed the shoes and looked at them as they became blurry and ran past him. Turning his head, he looked behind him, only to see the window broken into pieces. And now, there were more people in the room.
They were all dressed in black. They had bullet proof vests, protective helmets like the ones police officers wear during riots, gloves, and in those gloved hands, guns. They all entered through the window that was broken, and they were all fighting Alec.
At first, Cordell thought those were his guys. But he quickly realized it was impossible. Larry didn't know his location, it was impossible those guys were backups.
Like he was stuck in slow motion, stuck in time, like he was swimming in heavy water, Cordell could only watch as Alec beated the shit out of the 4 guys that just entered the apartment by the window.
They were on the fifth floor.
"Get up! Hurry!!"
It was when Alec shouted those words that Cordell realized he could hear again. As Alec threw a grown ass adult across the room like it was nothing, he was shouting at Cordell to get up and leave.
"Sam, for the lord of God, fucking move! More are coming, and I'm good but not that good!" Alec shouted again, glancing through the window. A soft breeze was entering the room now, and Cordell finally noticed the path of the bullet Alec shot. The bullet he thought aimed at him.
It was stuck right in the throat of one of the guys, his body leaking a long trail of blood from the wound right next to him on the floor.
Cordell's mind was spinning endlessly now. Who were those guys? Why did Alec protect him?
What the fuck is going on?!
"I'll explain everything, I promise, alright, but now, we have to go!! Now, before she gets here!"
Alec was shouting louder now, green eyes staring at Cordell and then the window, and back to Cordell that was still on the floor. And that was when Cordell noticed he said it outloud.
What the fuck is going on?!
"Fucking hell!" Alec spun on his wheels, looking back at the door. Cordell glanced in the same direction, but saw nothing… until the door broke under his gaze.
"494," a feminine voice uttered. Next to him, Cordell could see Alec tense. In every single way. His whole body was so tightly frozen, he could see the muscle of his jaw shaking. For any normal person, it would mean one thing. Fear. But after what Cordell saw him do, he had doubts Alec could even feel fear. Whoever he was… whatever he was, he was strong as hell.
"It's Alec," Alec groaned in a low voice. The anger and the treats were so loud in that simple sentence, Cordell's body started shaking. This time, it was fear. "Max."
"Whatever," the women entered the apartment, and Cordell straightened on the floor to better see.
She was in her twenties as well, and oh boy was she beautiful. Plump lips, wide brown eyes, perfect silky black hair…
Wait. No, why did Cordell think of her that way?
"Max, don't do this," Alec muttered next, both his hands slowly lifting, like he was surrendering. "Just… Let us go, alright?"
"You had one order, 494," the woman named Max continued as she walked further in the room. Other men dressed in black with guns were following her. "Do not fail. You had one guy to kill, and you ended up falling for him." Her beautiful lips curled downwards, clearly disappointed. Mocking, even.
"You know what's funny," Alec's voice changed then, getting to its normal, arrogant tone. He walked towards Max and they stared at each other, like two lions ready to tear each other apart. "Not too long ago, you were the one fighting for the one you loved. And I was the asshole trying to destroy that."
Max tilted her head to the side. "And you remember how that ended. Right?"
Her soft, beautiful expression turned completely then. And in front of Cordell's eyes, he now had a killer. She was a killer. He knew. Because he was one too. Her gaze was empty. Her face, neutral. And when he glanced at Alec, it was to see the same thing.
"You won't beat me this time," Alec growled. And then, they started fighting.
It was so fast, Cordell couldn't see a single punch getting thrown. But he didn't have time to worry about who would win, because now, the remaining men in black were walking towards him with their guns held high. Right at him.
Cordell's instinct kicked in at the same time as Sam's. And for the first time, he was glad the other him was still there, because he needed everything he knew to survive.
Rolling to the left, Cordell took shelter behind the desk and pushed it with his feet towards two of the men. The laptop fell to the floor as the furniture hit them in the knees, making them fall back on the spot, their guns firing the ceiling.
There was no time to lose, Cordell was already on his feet, fighting the third man. He was strong, he was wearing protective equipment, but that was his weakness, it slowed him down. Cordell caught the gun of the guy as he was still holding it, and turned on himself, successfully breaking his arms. As his enemy was screaming in pain, Cordell grabbed the helmet in the crook of his arm to immobilize the head, force the hand to move up and pressed the barrel on his chin.
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
Now armed, he let the body fall to the floor and pointed at the two other men. Firing the gun twice, he shot them each in the thighs, where there wasn't any protection, to immobilize them on the floor. Then, it was easy. He kicked their helmets off and shot them right between the eyes.
Memories flowed through his mind then. The people he killed. The innocent he slaughtered, when he had no soul, or simply when he had no other choice. Sam's memory was strong, flooding with red, just as the blood was drowning the floor.
Usually, when Cordell was stuck in a loop of strong memories, it took him everything to snap out of it. But then, only two words brought him back to the present.
"Sam!!! Go…!!"
It was choked. In pain. When Cordell glanced at the source, he figured it was only physical pain. Because what he had under his eyes…
Alec's face was covered in cuts and bruises. His nose was bleeding, his lip was split and already the blue under his eyes could be seen on his skin where he got hit repeatedly. He was on the floor, crawling away from the woman walking behind him.
Cordell understood then. It was indeed fear that was making his body shake earlier. Alec was losing the fight, Max completely overpowering the man on the floor.
But it wasn't just his voice begging him to leave. Green eyes were staring up at him, one already injected with blood at how bad the punches were wounding him. But in those eyes, Cordell saw it. Finally, Alec was letting him know his true feelings. Guilt. Fear. Regrets.
His eyes were begging him to leave.
Flashbacks ran through his head then. Those same eyes, looking at him the same way. Years before and yet, crinkles were around those eyes as he was dying in his arms.
Cordell would not let him die. Not again.
The hand holding the gun raised and without hesitation, Cordell pulled the trigger. The bullet met the spot he aimed at, but there was no one there anymore, and only a hole in the wall remained.
"It's all because of him, right?"
Too slow, once again. The voice was behind him, she was behind him, and without having the time to react, the gun was gone from his hand and his arm was twisted painfully behind his back, forcing him to his knees.
"You were a good soldier, 494. Because of him, you disobeyed. Just like I did back then for Logan. Only one way to put you back on the right track."
A pressure on his throat, his head bent dangerously to the right. One millimeter away from getting his neck snapped. The woman behind him was strong. So fucking strong. Cordell was trapped.
"I'm gonna kill him in front of your eyes so you learn your lesson. Then, we're going back to Manticore. And you're going back to the PSY-OPS."
At that mention, Cordell could see pure fear drowning Alec's gaze. It was so strong, it was nothing compared to the fear of dying that was flying inside of Cordell. Whatever Max meant by that, it scared Alec. So bad. His fear reflected in his eyes right back at Cordell.
"Don't… Let him go!!" Alec shouted as he crawled towards Cordell. He was in pain. In so much pain from the fight.
But what really hurt Cordell was his eyes.
What am I supposed to do!
Sammy!!
Take me instead!!
"Sam!!!"
But then the memories were not only in his head anymore. The man was crying his name in the real world. His real name. With the same voice.
One glance towards the floor and he saw it. The water was reflecting it, and thank to one of the guy that shoot the water fountain, the floor was now soaked. Cordell was kneeling in it, and since she was behind him, Max had her feet right in the middle of it.
One of the corpses had something in his belt that wasn't quite a gun, but it was something he could use against the woman.
Cordell's head was now spinning.
He would miss if he tried to shoot her, or she would break his neck before he even had the opportunity to try. But with that, then, Alec might still have a shot to make it.
The weapon was close enough, so Cordell did it slowly. Being fast would attract attention, after all, and she was faster than him anyway. "Hey, Alec," Cordell muttered. Interested in what he had to say, Max's grip loosened around his neck to let him talk.
At the same time, Cordell grabbed the object.
"It's Cordell."
If he wanted to get her, it meant he would be electrocuted as well, but he knew about the risks. While Max was focused on what he had to say, Cordell pressed the teaser in the puddle of water. The electricity coursed through his body immediately, and by the sound of it, it got her too.
It hurt. Like a bitch. And for a second, Cordell was sure he was dead, as he saw bright light filling his sight way too quickly. And a voice, a voice he missed so much, calling his name.
After that, it was dark. For a long moment.
It was his hearing that came back first.
The groaning of a machine.
Then, the touch burst back to life through his whole body.
The wind on his face.
The body behind him, holding him firmly.
The cold metal under him.
The sensation of moving.
As a deep breath filtered through his lungs, Cordell opened his eyes. His body had the reflexe to fight against whatever was holding him so strong, and for an instant, the world seemed to spin.
"Easy easy," a voice made then. And the moment he recognized the voice, Cordell was awake.
"Stop!!" He yelled, now fighting hard against the body. "Stop the fucking bike!"
Cordell could fight all he wanted, he could never get out from the grip. Part of it was the weakness in his body due to the electric shock. But even without that, the person behind him was too strong.
Yet, the bike slowed down until a stop, and the body loosened up its grip. The moment he could, Cordell got as far away as possible from the person. But his body, still too weak, didn't support that movement and he fell on his knees.
"Sam-"
Hands pressed lightly on his shoulders, but he pushed them away violently. "It's Cordell!" He shouted, getting back on his feet by himself.
"Alright, Cordell," Alec sofly muttered. When Cordell glanced at him, he noticed the cuts and the bruises on his face first. And he hated his first instinct that screamed at him to touch his skin and make it feel better. "We can't stay here, okay? We have to go, far, and-"
"Why?"
The question seemed to take Alec off guard. It was the second time he asked this, the first being when Alec was pointing a gun at Cordell’s head. When Cordell was sure he was about to die, when he was almost okay with Alec killing him.
“Why?” He asked again. “What do you want? Who were they?” He asked then. So many questions spilled from his lips, unanswered mysteries he needed to know. He needed… Alec owed him the truth. Cordell’s head was such a mess, and the shock he received wasn’t helping him at all. “Why don’t you start with who the fuck you are?”
Neither of them noticed at first. Truth was, it started slow, and their gazes were so locked in the others, nothing else could have disturbed them. The rain started, soft drops falling on their heads. But quickly, it was now pouring cold, endless water on their faces. Their clothes got wet. And the water washed away the blood on his face.
“My name is Alec Mcdowell. But I wasn’t born with a name. They called me X5-494.”
Cordell blinked. His mouth opened and then closed, he didn’t expect the man in front of him to give him an answer. With the rain, it was getting harder and harder to decipher his expression. It was getting harder to see, and he had to keep blinking to be able to keep a clear view of him.
“I was created by the covert government program, Manticore, as an identical twin of X5-493 and trained to be an assassin and a soldier.”
It was impossible to see his face now, that was how bad it was raining. But without seeing his face, Cordell knew. He knew what Alec said… His story, it hurt him. Brought back memories for another life that he didn’t want to remember, even less tell them to someone. He knew the feeling all too well.
So Cordell didn’t interrupt him, even if the more Alec talked, the more he had questions.
“13 years ago, 10 kids escaped. They were all X5s, the latest ones they created. 493 was with them, as well as Max. And 2 years ago, after they captured her again, I escaped with her.” Alec took a break in his words, and more questions flowed inside of Cordell’s mind, but once again, he held his tongue and listened.
“Manticore's biggest plan was to create a genetically modified superior soldier. They created the X5 series and the transhumans, mission-specific transgenic soldiers that don't look entirely human. It didn’t work well at first, not until… Not until the X5. They took DNA from someone and implanted it in an embryo with other DNAs, like cats and sharks, to create a new set of DNA. The embryo was then placed in the uterus of a surrogate mother. Once the baby was born, they paid the mothers and let them leave.”
That explained a lot already. The pregnant women, and how virgins were suddenly carrying a child.
“I’m 493’s twin, Ben. Ben was created with a DNA they found in their headquarters 21 years ago… Two FBI agents were getting too close to the truth, and they had to hide the real operations that were going on in there. When they left, one of them got shot and left a trail of blood in his path. They weren't real FBI agents."
Cordell remembered, he read that in Dean's journal. It never specified where or what was the hunt, but there was a date, a wound, and a side note saying to never go there again.
“Dean…”
It was the only thing Cordell allowed himself to say.
Alec nodded.
“Ben was created with Dean’s DNA… And I was created at the same time, though they put me in the twins unit. That’s why I look so much like him, I am one of his clones.”
“Ben… What happened to him?” Cordell couldn’t help but ask. Questions were now piling up inside of him, ready to explode. He had to ask, had to know…
“He escaped with Max in 2009… And she killed him.”
The news shouldn’t be such a shock for Cordell, but yet, he found himself wanting to know more. Wanting to know everything about him, Alec, Ben, Max, Manticore, understand…
Alec’s tone got sadder then.
“He turned crazy, can’t blame him,” Alec laughed sarcastically, lifting both hands in the sky like he was talking to any God that could still be there. “Became a serial killer. After that, they sent me to PSY-OPS again to be sure it wasn’t in the genes.”
PSY-OPS… Max mentioned that earlier, as a threat…
“We thought Manticore burnt down when we escaped again, but it wasn’t the case. They… They found us in Seattle. They… Killed everyone they didn’t need. And brought back Max and I, straight to PSY-OPS. Brainwashed us…”
This time, even the rain couldn’t hide Alec’s true emotion. As he was talking about what had to be the worst moment of his life, his face broke into pieces. Rain could be seen running down his cheeks, but Cordell knew the tears that also came with it. His fists were tight, his body shaking, but not because of the cold.
“What happened then,” Cordell asked. Took a step closer. Alec’s gaze drifted off to the left and stared at the void.
“They did it. They… Killed Max… And 452, the soldier they always wanted her to be, took her place. They sent her to Terminal City to find the remaining transgenics hidden there.”
His voice shook. Broke at the last word. Cordell took another step.
“I was there, I was still there, somewhere in my broken mind, I saw her… Killed… She killed… Everyone, no exceptions betweens us and humans… Original Cindy, Logan… And then, she… She killed… Joshua… And I… It didn’t break it, the brainwashing they did,” his brows were furrowed, his face broken with anger and grief. “But it cracked. Enough for me to see and understand. But I said nothing, I didn’t want to… go back. I would rather die than…”
Cordell's heart broke with Alec’s. Yes, part of it because Alec’s voice was the same as Dean’s, but now, it was more than just because of that. It was his story, his past, how he must have felt all these years, like a freak, a monster… Controlled and used all his life.
“I was given your mission then. Some kind of ranger from Texas would be sent here, in Gillette, to investigate Manticore. They did a few calls, and tada, you were in charge of this mission. I guess they had a whole record on you and your family. They knew who you really were, they knew Dean, and they gave me everything so I could become him. Learn your trust. And then…”
“Kill me.”
Alec’s eyes finally met Cordell’s.
“I couldn’t,” he said, shaking his head. His hair was completely drenched, stuck to his forehead. “I just… The moment I saw you, I… I don’t know why, maybe it’s the genes, maybe it’s faith… But you broke it. The crack, it expanded and it broke, and I was out of the brainwash. So yeah, I lied. I was supposed to kill you. But even if I had to kill you to survive, I wouldn’t be able to. I don’t care if I’m your brother’s clone. If… You clearly had more than a bro relationship with him. You saved me, Cordell, and… And now, because I fucked up, they won’t stop. They’ll hunt us and kill you and bring me back to Manticore, and-”
“Alec,” Cordell whispered. It was soft, barely audible, but yet, he heard. It didn’t stop his rambling, though.
“I’m so sorry… So… Sorry, Cordell… I… Fucked up, so bad… I lied to you… I ruined everything… Again, and… I know you hate me now, but I can deal with hate, I just can’t deal with something happening to you…”
“Alec,” Cordell was now right in front of Alec. Both hands placed on his cheeks, his skin way too smooth, way too soft. His perfect, pale skin, soaked by the rain. “Let’s run away together. Let’s leave the fuck out of here and put as much distance as we can between us and them.”
Alec shook his head between Cordell’s hands. “We can’t run from them, they’ll find us… They’ll hunt us, Max will…”
“She should have read that file about me,” Cordell said then, the shadow of a smile stretching his lips. “She’s not the one hunting us. I’ll be the one hunting her, and all of Manticore. I have many jokers up my sleeve. And a journal filled with numbers I can call for backup.”
Usually, Cordell would have never fled from a fight. But Sam, Sam was more careful. It was a fight he couldn't win alone. They needed help, but first, they had to put as much distance as they could between Manticore and them.
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Summary: Trying to punch his ticket into the finals at Vegas, Cordell goes on the ride of his life.
Warnings: Bull Riding Injury, medical talk such as surgery, angst, fear, unplanned pregnancy,
Word Count: 4.4k
A/N: This story took a ride. I was expecting to maybe write a thousand words, but then one thing led to another and bam, 4k words later, it’s here. This is also my first writing in about a year so please be kind. I also apologize if I missed any warnings. If there is something you see that should be a warning, please let me know so I can fix that.
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The arena was lit with bright lights. The seats were filled and the people were loud. You stood on the fencing on the far end of the dirt gated arena waiting for one name to be called. Geri walked up and put a beer in front of your face.
“Drink it. I can feel the anxiousness from the concession stand.” Geri said with a laugh. You grabbed the beer and took a huge drink.
“Thanks.” You said before looking back at the bull trying to buck off his rider. “You know how I get before Cordi rides. And with this being the ride that could send him to Vegas, I’m just extra nervous.”
“He’ll be okay. He’s been preparing for this moment his whole life.” Geri tried to soothe. You gave her a skeptical look and then forced a smile. She took that to you agreeing and looked back as they tried to get the bull out of the arena.
“Next up, we have a local that goes by the name Cordell Walker! Walker was born and raised here in Austin. Let’s make sure we give him a warm welcome as he takes on Shooter!” The announcer yells into his microphone. You slowly start bouncing on the balls on your heels with nerves. Geri side-eyes you to make sure you’re okay.
“Come on Cordi.” You whispered to yourself. Liam reached over and squeezed your shoulder in support. You slightly jumped forgetting that the entire Walker family was standing next to you on your left. You gave him a small smile as thanks. With Liam being your best friend before you even started dating Cordell, he knew your concerns every time Cordell jumped on the back of the bull.
You looked at shoot number 4 and could make out Cordell and his team making sure everything was set before they let the bull loose. Right before they opened the gate the bull started to kick. You watched as Cordell jumped up on the side as they calmed the bull. You saw Cordell look up and over to where you were standing. You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smiling at you. His way of comforting you without being with you at that moment.
Cordell slowly lowered himself back on the bull. He gave a nod and they pulled the gate open. You were always amazed at the way Cordell rode. It was like the two were dancing the tango. No matter how amazed you were, it didn’t stop any of the worries. Even though you have watched countless events, it never stopped all of the negative outcomes that popped into your head.
Eight seconds. That’s all it was. But it was the longest eight seconds of your life. You gripped the bar in front of you and watched on while never blinking. Holding your breath until you saw that Cordi was safe.
“Come on Cordi!” You heard Abeline yell.
“4….5….6….7 and…8! WOOOO CORDELL!” You heard Bonham yell in excitement.
That excitement was short-lived as the horn went off to signify the eight seconds but when Cordell went to jump off, the bull bucked one last time and threw Cordell five feet away. Then Shooter the bull charged at him and got one more hit that threw Cordell another two feet before he trotted through the open gate.
“CORDELL!” You cried as you started climbing the fencing. Liam was trying to grab you but you were too quick for him. You ran across the arena to Cordell, just as the medical team did.
“M’am you need to stay back.” One said trying to keep you away from your boyfriend.
“No! I need to see him!” You fought against his hold as tears ran down your face. Bonham ran up next to you and explained that you were the young man’s girlfriend.
“I get that, but she can’t see him right now.” He turned to look you in the eyes. “Let them do their job. You can stand closer, but you can’t be in their way.”
You nodded at the man that was holding you back. He led you a few feet from Cordell and stayed beside you to make sure you wouldn’t get in the doctor's way. As one person moved, you could see Cordell’s face. It had blood on it coming from somewhere in his hairline. You cried harder as Bonham held you up.
“Where’s that ambulance?” One young woman yelled. You turned to the entrance and saw an ambulance driving over. They stopped and one person got out to get the backboard and stretcher. “He needs to be seen immediately. He’s unresponsive.”
Hearing that made you cry harder as you watched them put a neck brace on your boyfriend and get him on the backboard. Once he was secured onto the backboard, they transferred him to the stretcher and started pushing him towards the ambulance. You looked over at Bonham helplessly.
“Can she ride with him?” Bonham asked the guy that had been holding you back. You saw him look towards the EMTs. He nodded and Bonham turned you towards him. “You ride with him. We will follow. Stay with him as long as they let you, okay? He needs you.”
You cried some more but nodded and ran off to the ambulance. They helped you in and you looked at Bonham one last time before the doors were shut and you were racing off towards the nearest emergency department.
You looked over at Cordell as two EMTs worked and did everything they could to help him. You grabbed his hand and looked at his closed eyes. “It’ll be okay Cordi. I’m here. I’m here. It’ll be okay.” You said to him, hoping he could hear you. “I love you. We’ll get through this. You’ll be okay.”
When you arrived at the hospital, they rushed Cordell into a room. You followed but stayed in the corner so the doctors and nurses could work. You didn’t understand anything they were saying when it came to running the test. They chattered some more and then you heard Bonham ask where his son was. You stepped out of the room to get him when Liam noticed you and got his family’s attention.
The Walker family and Geri all stepped into the room when the doctors looked at each other with worry.
“Call up to the OR. He needs surgery to release the pressure on his brain.” One said. This made you gasp. “Excuse us. Nurse Mayfield will show you to the waiting room near the Operating Room. When we have news, we will let you know.”
Liam wrapped his arm around your shoulders and guided you along with the rest of the gang. After the elevator ride and short walk to the waiting room, Liam guided you to sit next to him. He wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you to his chest as you cried once again for the love of your life.
“He’ll be okay y/n/n. They’ll help him. If anyone can overcome this, it’ll be him. He’s too stubborn to leave you alone.” Liam said, trying to lighten the mood. It worked as you gave a soft laugh. “Do you want a drink or a snack?”
“Water would be great.” You said softly pulling away so he could stand up. “Thank you, Liam.”
He nodded and went to the rest of the family to ask if they needed anything. You watched as Bonham and Abeline were comforting each other. Geri followed Liam to help with drinks and snacks and now that left you with your own thoughts.
You thought about all the times you had with Cordell. From your first date when you were freshmen in high school to the night you both lost your virginities the night of graduation to sitting in his truck a few nights ago discussing the future you saw with each other. As those memories passed through your brain at lightning speed, it became hard to breathe.
“I need some air.” You said as you stood up abruptly. Almost running to the elevator, you impatiently waited for it to get to the ground floor. You quickly looked for an outlet and found one that led to a small garden. Sitting down at the first bench you saw, you finally were able to grasp a full breath. You looked around at the beautiful flowers and smiled for the first time in a while. You looked up at the night sky and looked for the stars but sadly they were hard to see.
“Y/N.” You heard a soft voice say. You looked down at the way you came out and saw Abeline. “Are you okay? I know this is probably hard for you.”
“It is. I bet it’s harder for you.” You said as Abeline wrapped an arm around you.
“It is. I never want to see my boys hurt. I’d gladly take their pain if it meant they never felt it. But that doesn’t mean yours doesn’t matter or is less than mine.” She said as she kissed your temple. “He’ll be okay. I just know it.”
“He has to be. I need him.” You said as you put your hand absentmindedly on your stomach. Abeline noticed but didn’t push you to tell her anything, but she just needed to know one thing.
“You haven’t told Cordell yet have you?” You looked at her shocked. “I’m not going to ask or make you talk about it now, but does he know?” She asked gently. You shook your head and she sighed. “Okay.”
“I’m sorry.” You whispered. You were terrified that she was mad at you.
“Don’t be. I’m excited, but you tell him first. Talk with him. And when you are ready, you can come talk to me. Whether that be before or after everyone knows. All I ask is that you talk to him.” You smiled and nodded at her. “Now. Let’s go back inside. Maybe the doctor has some news for us.”
The walk back to the waiting room didn’t take as long as the walk outside. You saw a lot of the bull riders filling up the room. Hoyt, a guy that befriended Cordell on his first ride in the circuit, walked up to you. You gave a small smile and accepted his hug.
“How you holdin’ up darlin’?” He asked softly.
“I’ve been better. Will be a lot better when I know what's going on.” You said looking towards the door, hoping a doctor would walk in.
“He’s a fighter. He’ll be okay and back on a bull soon.” He said, trying to be hopeful. The thought of Cordell getting back on a bull made you sick.
“I hope so.” You said monotone.
“Cordell is going to fight to get better for you. He is hopelessly in love with you.” He said, grabbing your chin. “I was in the shoot with him. I saw the way he looked at you from across the arena. I heard him whisper ‘I love you’ so just know that he will fight to get back to you.”
You nodded and smiled at him before going to sit between Geri and Liam. As you laid your head on Geri’s shoulder, a doctor walked in.
“Mr. and Mrs. Walker, may I have a word please?” The doctor asked. They nodded and went to the hallway. You watched on, thinking the worst. Liam squeezed your shoulder as he watched on as well. You saw Bonham give a small smile to the doctor. He turned and made eye contact with you and gave you the hand signal for “come here.”
You walked with Geri and Liam out into the hallway. You saw happiness in both Bonham and Abeline’s eyes.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Matthews. I was one of the members of the team that worked on Cordell. We relieved the pressure on his brain. We also noticed he had a brain bleed, but we were able to stop it. We will keep a close eye on it, but he should be okay. He’s still asleep. Only one person can see him at a time right now. I can take someone to his room.” Dr. Matthews explained. Everyone looked at you.
“I- I can’t go. Abeline, please go. He’s your boy.” You said.
“Go be with him. We will see him when he wakes up.” She said and placed a gentle hand on your arm. “Bonham and I will go get you some clothes and pack you a bag. He may be here for a few days. Liam, you and Geri go grab some food. Geri, since you’re friends with some of those guys, I’ll let you tell them the good news. See if they want anything to eat.”
You reached over and hugged Abeline before turning to follow Dr. Matthews. When you walked into the room, you noticed all the wires Cordell was hooked up to. You pulled up a chair and grabbed his hand as you sat down.
“I’m here, Cordi. I’m right here.” You kissed his hand before laying your head on his bed. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You woke up to someone running their hand through your hair. You looked around confused before you saw Cordell weakly smiling at you with eyes half-open.
“Cordell!” You said with a cry as you gripped his hand and gave it a kiss. Bringing it to your cheek, you leaned on it as you asked, “how are you feeling?”
“Better now that I’m seeing you.” He tried saying with a flirty tone. “My head really hurts and my side does too.”
“You took a nasty couple of hits. You broke two ribs and they had to have surgery to relieve pressure on your brain as well as stop a brain bleed.” You said. He immediately cringed knowing that whatever happened with his ride, was extremely serious. “Let me go get the doctor.”
“No need. I’m right here.” Dr. Matthews said as he walked in. “Mr. Walker. How are you feeling?”
“Like I was hit by a bull.” Cordell jokes. You gasped and slapped his hand. He smiled at you before looking back at the doctor. “My head feels like it’s pounding and my side hurts. I also feel really stiff.”
“All of that is normal for what you’ve been through. I assume Ms. Y/L/N has explained to you what has transpired since being in the hospital?”
“The surgery?” Cordell asked. Dr. Matthews nodded. “Yeah. Said you relieved the pressure and stopped a brain bleed. Thank you.”
“I’m glad you are feeling better. I’m going to give you some pain medicine to help you with the pounding in your head and will help the injury to your ribs as well. It will make you drowsy, so try to rest.” Dr. Matthews said before looking over to you and back to Cordell. “We can discuss more of what happened and where to go from here when you wake up.”
“Thank you, Dr. Matthews. Really.” Cordell said as a nurse walked in to give you medicine. Dr. Matthews smiled at him before leaving with the nurse. “I’m sorry if I worried you, y/n/n. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“I know.” You whispered. “It’s okay. You were doing something you love. Now, let’s not worry about the past. Let’s just worry about getting you better, okay?”
“Yeah. Okay. I love you, baby.” Cordell said as his eyelids started to droop. “I love you so much.”
Hours later, the sun started to shine through the window of Cordell’s hospital room. Abeline and Bonham had returned shortly after Cordell fell asleep and Liam and Geri were right behind them. You slept peacefully in the chair next to your sleeping boyfriend. His parents are still awake, overlooking him on the other side of the bed. Geri had long left with the promise to return in the late morning. Liam was curled up on the couch snoring away.
“Mama. Daddy.” Cordell said as he rolled his head slowly towards his parents.
“Cordell,” Abeline said softly. She didn’t want to wake the other people in the room.
“How you feelin’ son?” Bonham asked.
“Terrible, but from what I’ve heard, I’d rather feel like this than what could have been.” He said, squeezing his dad’s hand.
“You had us all worried,” Bonham said. “We will all help you get better.”
“Do you think I’ll be better in time for Vegas?” The young man asked.
“That’s what you’re worried about boy?” Bonham said, raising his voice enough to wake Liam.
“Daddy, come on.” Cordell pleaded. “I’ve worked so hard for this. I’ve put in too much time to give up before I can get there.”
“Cordell, you got extremely lucky. You need to work on getting healthy again before worrying about if or when you’ll ride again.” Abeline said.
“I’m going to Vegas. That’s final. It’s not for a few months. I have time to get ready and prep. It’ll be fine.” He said with finality in his tone.
Bonham was upset. He stood up and walked out of the room. Abeline was torn between going to comfort her husband or staying with her son. She chose to give Bonham some time to cool off. She just shook her head at her son and patted his hand.
“You’re riding again?” You asked with a tired voice. Cordell looked at you shocked. He thought you were still sleeping. You saw his confusion and said, “your dad leaving woke me up. Now answer my question.”
“Yes, I need to see this through.” He wasn’t as confident telling you as he was his parents. You just nodded. Willing to put this fight on the back burner until he wasn’t in a hospital bed. Abeline saw the pain in your eyes and decided to give you and Cordell time to talk.
“Liam, let’s go get some coffee and find your dad.” She said, grabbing her youngest’s arm and pulling him out of the room. She gave you a look to say ‘tell him.’
“Cordi, I need to talk to you about something.” You said not looking him in the eyes.
“Look, I know you don’t want me riding but-” Cordell tried to say before you interrupted him.
“It’s not about the riding. We can discuss that when we get you home and you’re rested. But I do need to tell you something. I was going to tell you at dinner last night. I’m uh…” You struggled to say it. You knew in your heart that he would be excited and happy, but your head was saying, he was going to hate and leave you. “I’m pregnant.”
“What?” He asked, shocked. “Are you serious?” You weren’t looking at him so you didn’t see the smile, but his tone was unreadable.
“Yeah. I had a doctor's appointment on Friday. They predict I’m 10 weeks along, but won’t know until my ultrasound on Tuesday.” You played with your hands as you told him this. Still not looking up and seeing the huge smile that was still on his face.
“I want to go with you. I want to see our little nugget.” He said. You could hear the happiness in his tone now. You looked up and saw the tears in his eyes and the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him smile.
“You’re not mad?”
“No. I’m not. I’m thrilled.”
You grabbed his hand and squeezed it as you stood up and gave him a kiss. You cupped his cheek with your other hand and ran your thumb over his cheek.
“My heart said you’d react like this, but my brain had me thinking you would leave me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” You said as a tear rolled down your cheek. Cordell wiped it away.
“It’s okay. I’m glad you told me.” He said softly. “I’m going to be a daddy.”
“You are.” You said with a laugh. “You’re going to be the best daddy.”
“What?” You heard Bonham ask from the door. “Y/N, you’re pregnant?”
You turned and looked and saw the whole family standing in the door. All of them were shocked by the news but you could see the excitement in their eyes. All you could do was smile and nod as they all congratulated you and Cordell.
A few days later, Cordell was released from the hospital. Abeline is staying in the guestroom for a few days to help you and Cordell with anything you may need. She was currently taking a nap when she woke up to yelling.
“Cordell Beauregard Walker.” You yelled. “Calm down before I have to take you back to the hospital.”
“No! You aren’t listening to me. I’m riding in Vegas.” He said fighting back. “There’s nothing you can say that will change my mind.”
“Please sit down. Let’s calm down before we discuss this.” You tried again.
“Y/N. I’m calm. You just aren’t listening.” He said taking a seat on the chair.
“I’m listening. I’m just not agreeing with you. You took a huge knock to the head. Not just once.” You said kneeling in front of him. “I’m sorry that you think I want you to give up on your dream, but I want you to be here. I want you to be present. I want you to be the best father you can be. If it comes down to it that the doctor clears you to ride, I will load up and go with you. I won’t be happy about it, but I’ll be there to support you. Now, until we get closer to that time and we see the doctor, please sit here and calm down. I need you to rest. Keeping your heart rate down. Please.”
Cordell nodded before standing up and helping you to your feet. He moved to the couch and laid down. You grabbed a blanket and handed it to him.
“I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready.” You said while leaning over to kiss his forehead. You walked to the kitchen and sighed. You leaned on the counter and closed your eyes.
“You okay?” Abeline said as she started pulling out the ingredients for dinner. You looked up to her with tears in your eyes.
“I will be. I just need him better so we can calmly talk about it.” You said.
“Talk to me. I can see you’re holding in a lot.” She said as she pulled out the stool and had you sit.
“I just… Watching him get bucked like that and then having the bull charge him…” You paused, “I just can’t watch that again. I always hate watching him ride wondering when will be the last time he rides and when will be the last time I hear his voice. I know I shouldn’t think like that, but I can’t help it.”
“And with this injury, you’re afraid that it will happen again?”
“Yeah.” You sighed as you ran your hand through your hair. “Abeline, if he came up to you in two months and said he was riding again, what would your response be?”
“Let him ride.” She said as a matter of fact. “I won’t like it, but it’s his life. If I told him no, he’d just go do it anyway. I have never liked him riding. I hated seeing him take that hit last weekend and laying in the hospital bed, but I can’t make him stop riding. You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink it.”
“I just want what's best for him. I love him and I want him safe. It kills me to say, please don’t ride because it feels like I’m telling him to give up on his dream. To give up on everything he has worked and trained for. But after this weekend, I can’t do this again. I didn’t tell Cordell, but my blood pressure was high at our scan yesterday. The doctor told me I had to get it down or it would be dangerous for the baby. I’m terrified I’m going to lose the baby because I’m constantly worrying about him. If he’s okay and is his brain fully healing. And now with him talking about preparing for Vegas, I just…” You sighed not knowing what to say.
You felt arms wrap around you from behind. You knew immediately who it was.
“If I rest, you rest. Vegas talk can wait until later doctor appointments. I’ll start focusing on getting better. I promise. I won’t even think about Vegas until I’m 100%. Now I’m also going to focus on you staying healthy. Come on. Mama is cooking dinner, which we appreciate by the way, now me and you will go take a nap.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. Abeline smiled at him as he guided you out of the kitchen and toward your bedroom.
You laid down on the bed and Cordell laid behind you and pulled you to his chest. You immediately felt calm. Cordell lightly ran his fingers over your stomach.
“You know, I’m excited to start a family with you.” He whispered in your ear. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize all the stress my bull riding put on you.”
“Let’s talk about that later.” You said softly.
“Okay.” His hand flattened on your stomach. “You’re going to be an amazing mother. I’m so thankful you let me be a part of this journey with you. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for agreeing to go on a date with me freshman year.”
“I’m glad you asked me out. I’m glad we’ve had six great years together. I can’t wait for the many more we have.” You said interlocking your fingers with his. “I know we fight sometimes and don’t always agree on things, but no matter what, I’m in your corner.”
“I know that. You have always done what you thought is best for me. And 99.9% of the time you are right.” He said with a small laugh. “Now, rest your eyes. I’ll be right here when you wake. Probably still asleep.”
You laughed so loud Abeline could hear it from the kitchen and smiled to herself. You laughed as you turned in his arms to face him and gave him a kiss. “I love you, Cordi. So much.”
“I love you too y/n/n. So much.” He kissed your forehead and then closed his eyes. You admired him before digging your face into his chest and falling into a restful sleep.
A/N: part five of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.
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“Y/N,” I heard the diner’s manager call out, “I need you to work Becca’s shift next week too,” and without waiting for a response disappears into his office.
My shoulders slump as I clocked out and walked across the truck stop's concrete drive pausing at the curb to check the traffic before proceeding across the other side of a dual carriageway to the crosstown bus stop. Sitting down on the hard bench I look up at the twinkling stars.
Normally the shift I worked was six am to six pm but with one of the waitresses off and the last hired, I got stuck covering her shift. I hated this shift, having to walk a half mile from the bus stop to that piece of shit trailer I was renting in the still dark predawn hours.
Flashing lights pull me from my musings and climbing the steps I swipe my bus pass being greeted by Ricardo, the diver I’d gotten to know since there’s only a handful of swing shift people this time of the morning. He comments on how tired I appear and said he’d make sure to wake me at my stop.
Thanking him I took a seat and use my bag as a makeshift pillow lean against the window not noticing a man dressed in dark clothes and ball cap, who’s been sitting in the exact same seat this last week, intently watching me.
Forty minutes later I drag up the rickety steps in front of the trailer fiddling with the front door lock that always sticks when a movement in my peripheral makes me turn.
“Did James tell you what was going on?” Cordell Walker inquired holding the door open for his partner Micki Ramiriz at the Rangers headquarters, “nope, Captain's text just said come to the conference room ASAP.”
They approached the open door when Micki abruptly stopped, “meirda.”
Walker's eyebrows went up in surprise. He rarely heard his partner curse, she usually preferred to express herself succinctly. Peering over her head he saw who made her do it.
Walker grunted, “I’d a went with hijo de puta but yours works too.” Micki gave him a look before entering.
“Agent Graves, to what do we owe the honor of your presents..again?” Cordell asked, barely this side of courteous.
“Ranger Walker, I’d like to say it’s a pleasure seeing you too but we both know that’s a lie. I’m here because once again I have to clean up your leftover mess from the Rodeo King’s case.”
“There’s no mess left to clean up! Clints dead, Jaxon and Twyla are in jail, and you got the missing 300k back!”
“Only took you how long to return the money again?” Graves sarcastically asked, “a little birdie tells me you’ve visited sweet, sweet, Twyla Jean. Too bad you’re gonna have to wait another what..three years before continuing your friends with benefits partnership.”
Walker drew back flattening his lips, barely holding his temper and before he could say something stupid his brother interrupted.
“This meeting has to do with the King’s member that bolted before we were brought in on the case.” Liam typed on a keyboard turning on the monitor.
“Eric Mannon,” a photo and list of stats popped up, “was Jaxon's original calf roping partner and the King's money launderer. What the group didn’t know was he also ran drugs for Northside Nation, something the FBI,” Liam gave Graves a hard look, “didn’t feel the need to share before we sent you undercover Cordi. Turns out Mannon actually disappeared with around a quarter million in cash and drugs, double crossing the King’s, Northside and Serano.”
He tapped the keys changing the screen's display to a woman Walker was familiar with, “when they found out, they paid a friendly visit to Clint first. In order to save his own sorry ass, he convinced them Y/N Y/L/N was in on it.” Liam paused, finger hovering.
“Are you going to finish the presentation, or do I have to?” Agent Graves snipped.
Liam took a breath and pressed a button, carefully gaging his brother's reaction to the display of graphic photos showing the aftermath of what the members had done, “the only reason they left her alive was to send a clear message of what happens if you double cross them.”
Captain James cleared his throat, “Mannon resurfaced around two weeks ago and has been following her, so the FBI put Ms. Y/L/N under 24/7 surveillance.” He pulls up a montage of surveillance videos with multiple timestamps showing her completely unaware she was being stalked by her ex.
“Our live feed captured this earlier this morning of him finally making contact.” Graves says as the footage showed you coming into frame, fussing with a door lock suddenly aware of someone in dark clothing approaching, then slammed into the flimsy door knocking it open and falling, instinctively turning to fight back before a cloth is forced over your face.
Micki pursed her lips crossing her arms addresses Graves, “if that’s what you call making contact, I'd like to know what you consider assault, battery and kidnapping.”
Captain James jumped in before Graves could respond, “since I was made aware of this attack, which technically happened in our jurisdiction, I immediately dispatched our people. So far, they’ve reported the only movement inside the trailer has been his.”
“How are we playing this Captain, we are waiting for his next move or raiding the place?” Walker tersely asked.
“I’d normally prefer to negotiate first but we have no idea what’s happening in there and since Mannon has been able to evade capture by the FBI, we’re going to do a raid.” Walker and Ramirez start to leave to gear up.
“However, you and Ramirez will not be participating.” They start to protest when Liam interrupts.
“You’re not going in because we have that other issue..Northside,” the partners exchange a look, “they regularly patrol the trailer park keeping tabs on her and your face is too well known among them Cordi. As soon as they’ve done their sweep, we’re moving in.”
“That’ll be the easy part. The trickier piece will be getting Y/L/N to cooperate, she’s proven to be able to see right through our tactics.” Graves turned to Walker, “that’s where you come in. You made inroads with her before, I want you to exploit that connection and..”
“Y/N trusted Duke and he’s dead!” Cordell snapped, “what the hell makes you think she’d trust me,” pointing to himself.
Graves moved to stand directly in front of Walker, “you’ve proven you have no problem implementing certain charms when needed to get the job done. Y/L/N has been sitting on some information we’ve needed for too damn long...”
“..I already know what she’s gonna say, I’m just another asshole who’s using her for their own gains..”
“..then you’re gonna have to get creative, do whatever it takes to get her to cooperate. And from what I saw on that bar video, Y/L/N has a healthy appreciation for your charms.”
Micki lowered her binoculars to watch her partner sitting next to her fidgeting, wearing that expression she’d come to know meant he wanted to hit something, person or object, didn’t matter at that moment, in frustration.
“So how did Y/L/N develop a healthy appreciation for your..”
Walker shifted, clearing his throat, “nothing worth telling.”
“And the bar video?”
“That was Graves trying to get under my skin!”
Micki knew him well enough to know when to call him on his BS.
“You want to try again Beau.”
Walker sighed at his partner's spot-on observations.
“Y/N was the one piece I couldn’t, hell, still can’t, figure out.” He thought back on how she’d been such an intricate part of King's inner circle but never actually in on the jobs.
He was about to say anything to change the subject when there was a loud double bang and they saw the other Rangers entering the trailer.
“Saved by the flash grenade,” Walker quips as they exit Micki’s truck drawing their weapons, making sure the perimeter is still clear heading for the trailer when a man suddenly appeared from under the trailer and took off as shouting came over their radios suspect escaping.
Walker signals Ramirez to stay and with three other Rangers gave chase.
***
Several minutes later the group returned minus Mannon.
Micki had that knowing look, “he gave you the slip?”
“He’s gotta be working with someone cause there’s no way he could’ve..”
“Uh huh, come on, Captain James is waiting.”
As they enter, Walker notices the trailers sparsely furnished and it's as cold inside as outside with the unusual Texas winter. Captain James nodded in acknowledgement finishing up with another Ranger.
“So, here’s what we know. Mannon got out through a trap door hidden under the carpeting in a closet, looks like it’s been there for a while, most likely for drug smuggling since this place has a history of busts. The paramedics said they’ve found needle marks and are having a hard time rousing Y/L/N, her blood pressures abnormally low with whatever he used, EMT’s are still working to stabilize her for transport.”
Micki started going over the bagged evidence on a kitchen counter, already photographed and tagged, with another Ranger.
Walker's attention was drawn elsewhere.
He moved around the kitchen finding the refrigerator wasn’t working and rummaging through cupboards found only a few cans of an off-brand soup.
The sounds of the shouting for help caught everyone’s attention then the gurney’s coming out with a couple Rangers helping maneuver it with one of the EMT’s riding on it is doing CPR.
As they rushed past Walker catches a glimpse of her and felt like he’d been gut punched.
St. David’s Hospital South Austin
Medical Center
Cordell got up to stretch his overlong legs for the umptieth time.
Micki had left to check in at Ranger headquarters on how the investigation was going and pick up something to eat, neither were in mood but they'd been there almost twelve hours.
He stopped watching the machine helping her breath and monitors displaying her heartbeat, once again steadily beating, thankful the lab was finally able to figure out what she’d been injected with and given a counteracting agent.
At the same time, he was madder than a wet polecat with the current federal administration's open border policies; the unending flow of such drugs into the country, despite the best efforts of local and state law enforcement agencies to stem it, allowing Cartels and dealers to further expand their illegal activities.
The monitor's steady beeping suddenly accelerated, and Cordell turned to see a pair of very familiar-colored eyes staring at him. He opened his mouth to speak when the door opened and a nurse rushed in.
Walkers shoved out of the room and the next few minutes a whirl as the attending doctor checks her over. He calls Captain James to update him when the doctor comes out informing him she's coherent, they’ll run more tests but Y/N’s stable enough he pulled the breathing tube.
Mustering up his grit, Walker goes back in.
***
He watches me watch him move a chair over to the bed and barely sat down when the door reopens admitting the nurse.
“I brought some ice chips for you to suck on honey, doctor doesn’t want you to swallowing much yet,” she sits the container down before handing me a dry erase board and marker, “doctors' orders, no talking out loud, any questions will have to be answered written,” she reached up to adjust a saline bag glanced at Walker, “don’t think I won’t kick you out if you break that order Ranger.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answers as she gives him the stink eye before leaving.
The squeaky noise of the marker moving on the board draws his attention as my hand wavers while writing before holding it up.
Ranger?
“Walker..Cordell Walker”
I swallow wincing not only from the rawness of my throat.
“I know you’ve got a lot of questions,” I gave him that particular look of mine telling him to cut the BS.
He uncomfortably shifts in the chair, “I was sent undercover. I lied and..did whatever I had to get in with the Kings, that was my job. But Duke, those nights when it was just the two of you, what he said to you..what I said to you was the truth.”
I stare him straight in the eye like I did that night outside Annunziata’s.
They’re Duke’s eyes and I find myself scrutinizing them once again, what I can see in them; they’re honest, genuine..and he’s not hiding anything this time.
I close my eyes fighting a gauntlet of emotions I’ve bottled for so long and breathe deeply through my nose wincing, not caring how it’s torturing my throat.
He softly says, “hey, you’re gonna make your throat hurt worse doing that,” then I felt the cold wetness of an ice chip touch my lips and open them enough for him to slip it between then he softly brushes his fingers across them like Duke does..did and I realized it was him all along.
That simple gesture makes my decision.
I wrote asking for pen and paper and a confused Walker pulled said items outta his jacket handing them over. Of course, he can’t stop with the questions and comments as I write, that was the same as Duke.
My hand won’t stop trembling as I scrawl some of the things I knew, filling up a page before handing it back to him to read.
He came to the last thing I wrote and my physical discomfort was nothing compared to the painful emotions written on his face.
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I signed up for @walker-bingo and got my card earlier this year
And I wrote two stories loosely linked under the title We Had A Deal.
Then in the last 4 to 5 months I've been dealing with a lot of health issues that have taken a lot of time and energy and I don't write nearly as much as I used to. So this project moved to a back burner.
Recently though, a bigger blog reblogged those two stories and I've been getting a lot of reads on them. I am hoping to get back to the card because I enjoyed writing Walker.
If you have any ideas, suggestions, requests, fantasies that fit into that card or don't, you're welcome to toss them my way but I can guarantee you I won't be doing any writing for at least a month. 😬
(Health issues, but I'm hoping to find them much improved as the year goes on)
