Author's Note: This is my first Beverly Hills 90210 fic. I've written some other fanfiction in the past, but it's been several years so I can't promise that I really know what I'm doing. Anyways, with recently catching some of the reruns on SoapNet and the new 90210 out, I've been thinking about the old show lately. This idea just popped into my head and since I can't get it out, now that I'm starting to have some time, I figured I'd try to write it up and see what people think. So when your done reading the first chapter please let me know.

Chapter 1:

Kelly Taylor walked up the familiar path and through the revolving doors of the Beverly Hills Nursing and Rehab Center. She passed the receptionist's desk and headed straight for the elevator. As soon as she pressed the up button, the doors opened. The elevator was already there. Getting in, she automatically hit the button for the second floor, the long-term care unit.

"Good afternoon Ms. Taylor," the woman sitting behind the nurse's station said as Kelly got off the elevator.

"Hi Connie," Kelly greeted the nurse as she stopped to talk to her. "How is he?"

"He's doing alright. His vitals have been really strong over the past few days," Connie replied. "Unfortunately, there's been no change in his overall condition."

"I know," Kelly said sadly. "And your family?"

"They're doing fine. My daughter-in-law's pregnant!" Connie exclaimed. "I'm gonna be a grandma. Can you believe it?"

"Congratulations," Kelly offered sincerely. She had come to know the nurse well, and as much as Kelly wished that they had never had to meet, she really did like the woman. "I think I'm going to go see him now."

"Of course," Connie responded as Kelly walked away.

Following the routine that she had long ago adopted, Kelly paused at the doorway of room 212, wiping a tear away as she looked at the name plate on the wall that designated the room's occupant. She then put one hand on the nameplate and the other over her heart as she looked in at the man laying in the bed. Her husband. He looked so peaceful. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought he was simply asleep and not in a coma.

Taking a deep breathe, she walked into the room, pulling up a chair so it was at the edge of the bed. She leaned down and kissed him. It amazed her that despite everything his lips were just as soft as they were the first time they had kissed all those years ago, in high school. Sitting down, she took his hand in hers as the tears began to fall uncontrollably. After two years, the pain of seeing the love of her life like this was just as bad as it had been when after weeks of denial, she had finally accepted the fact that he may never wake up. Still it was better than just sitting at home without him there. The place felt so empty without him. It reflected the void that had been left in her life and in her heart.

Every night in her dreams he was there. Instead of this hell she was trapped in, he was awake and happy and full of life. They were together and living the life she had always thought they were meant to live. Even when they things had gone horribly wrong and they weren't together, deep down she had always known that they'd find there way back to each other. It wasn't supposed to be this way. They were supposed to grow old together and be just as happy and in love as they had always been. He wasn't supposed to be in a coma, and she wasn't supposed to be a depressed and miserable person who could barely get through a single day without crying. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.

"Hey, its me," Kelly finally said as she pulled herself from her thoughts, determined to do what she had come to do, spend some quality time with her husband. With that, she began to talk to him, telling him everything that had happened since the last time she had seen him.

"You would have been so proud if could have seen him," Kelly finished a story. "He was in pre-schooler heaven surrounded by all those gifts. I don't think I have ever seen a child so deliriously happy. The only way his birthday party could have been better is if you had been able to be there. We miss you, and we need you. Your son needs you. I need you.

"Come back to me, Brandon," she pleaded.

So what do you think? Worth continuing? Not worth continuing? I know there's a lot of vagueness and missing pieces here. It's intentional. All will be explained with time. Also, I know its rather short. Future chapters should be longer. I just couldn't figure out how to stretch this out more than it already is.