Disclaimer: I own neither the plot nor the series Beverly Hills 90210. Beverly Hills 90120 is owned by Paramount and CBS. The plot was bestowed on me by MargretAndHawkeye4Ever. Also most of these lines are taken directly from the episode, "It's Only A Test", which is the episode that inspired this fic.

Author's Note: First of all I would like to dedicate this first chapter to you, MargretAndHawkeye4Ever for allowing me to have and finish this plot for you. Thank you so much MargretHawkeye4Ever for trusting me. I hope this story is everything you wanted it to be. Second, I hope all my TT fans won't kill me for starting yet another fic. Lol. Thirdly please do be kind this is my first Beverly Hills 90210 fanfiction. And Fourthly Thank you to those of you that do read and review this chapter, keep in mind constructive criticism is welcome flames are not (there is a difference). With all that said at last…

Beverly Hills 90210-

Brenda's Cancer

Chapter 1

The Call

It just isn't fair, thought Brenda Walsh as she sat on the edge of one of the white cushy chairs in her living room rocking back and forth anxiously. Why is it that while all of our friends are off just worrying about some stupid test, Me, Brandon, Dylan, and the rest of my family are stuck sitting here waiting around for doctor Danna to call and let us know the results of my biopsy. I shouldn't have to worry about things like this. Not at my age. Why can't I be fretting some test like other boys and girls my age are right now? She thought feeling sorry for herself, which in this case she figured she was entitled to do as she looked around the room at her family.

Her mother flipped aimlessly through a Better Homes and Gardens Magazine for about less than a mill-a-second before she would glance at Brenda's father with wide doe eyes, while her boyfriend Dylan McKay stood by their fireplace rocking back and fourth restlessly, on the balls of his feet with his right hand balled up in a fist in front of his mouth, all except for his thumb which he was chewing on the nail of nervously, but worst off all was her "big", twin brother Brandon, who was pacing to and fro behind the sofa like a tiger in a cage at the Zoo.

Finally Brenda couldn't take it anymore. "Mom, it's almost been three hours." She burst out trying to sound more agitated than frightened.

"I'm sure she'll call any moment" Her mother told her with forced confidence.

"And when she does I'll answer it." Brenda asserted, wanting, no needing to take control the uncontrollable situation.

"Fine." Said her mother as she practically bolted from her seat. "Can I get anyone something to eat?" she asked wanting to find something to keep herself occupied for the time being, anything to keep her from thinking about her sister, Shelia's death and how she felt like she was reliving that now with her teenage daughter.

"Doesn't anyone know anymore jokes?" Brenda asked the room, as apparently no one was hungry because her mother's previous request had been overlooked. "Dylan?" she added quietly a few minutes later as her own question went unnoticed.

"None that I could tell here." He told her attempting to lighten the mood with some playful humor, but his heart wasn't really in it.

Brenda rolled her eyes and sighed heavily with trepidation. Then abruptly the doorbell rang.

DING DONG!

Her mother immediately bolted from her seat on the couch once more and grabbed the phone tightly. "Hello?" she said quickly; without thinking.

"Honey," said her father sympathetically as he put a hand on her shoulder. "It's the doorbell."

"Dad, see I told she would answer it" Brenda pronounced smartly as she went to get the door.

When Brenda opened the door, she was pleasantly surprised by the sight of her two best friends Kelly and Danna who had come barring gifts. "Guys I'm not dead." Said Brenda warmly with a nervous yet genuine sort of half chuckle in her voice. She really was glad to see them.

"Are you alright?"

"Are you okay?"

Both girls asked Brenda one after the other not really giving her time to answer. Kelly handed Brenda a huge basket with a big red ribbon on it. And Brenda leaned to place it on the table near the door Danna moved with her to set down her present adjacent to the basket as well (an arrangement of pink and white lilies). "I don't know yet" replied Brenda once both presents were safely placed on the hall table. "We're still waiting for the call." She informed them while she gesticulated for them to join the rest of her family in the living room, which they did and she followed suit after shutting the door gently behind her.

RING! RING!!

At last the phone! Thought Brenda relieved, and frightened all at the same time.

RING!!

It sounded again before she made it to the cordless phone, picked it up off the charger and hit the talk button before she placed her ear to the receiver and spoke into it.

"Hello" she said glancing up nervously at her parents. "Yes, this is Brenda." She affirmed to the individual on the other end of the line. "Hi Doctor Danna" she greeted her physician expectantly.

"Uh huh" she answered her vaguely.

"Uh huh" Brenda said again, but this time her voice sounded more distant, more remote. It conveyed just enough of a hint of incomprehension to make her family and friends uneasy as they eyed her warily.

"Yes…I understand. We'll be there." She said in the same isolated, business like tone. As she hung up the phone Brenda's composure began to crumple as she herself crumpled to the floor wanting to cry but somehow just vaguely numb enough that she couldn't.

"Brenda" her mother spoke her name soft and desperate as she quickly got to the ground and placed her arm a crossed her daughters shoulders.

"What is it?" She pleaded of her, but it was like Brenda was a shell of her former self incapable of speech. She could not utter so much as syllable let alone repeat the words that doctor Danna had said.

"I am sorry; Brenda but you have Breast Cancer. I will need to see you and your family for a conference of sorts, where I can give you more information and we can sit down and talk. And I will be able to answer all yours and your parent's questions. Can you come in on 15th?" Doctor Danna had said.

"Brenda you have Brest Cancer, Brenda you have Breast Cancer, Brenda you have…" the sentence kept repeating and resounding in her head like a broken record. She shook her head back and forth to try and make it stop but when it didn't she just started to thrash her head back more violently until she was banging it back against the wall and at last, although unconsciously the tears had started to fall.

"Brenda, Brenda Stop" Mrs. Walsh solicited trying to call her daughter back to her, she felt so lost and she didn't know what to do. It hurt so much to see her daughter this way.

Obviously, whatever the doctor had told Brenda had not been good news, but Mrs. Walsh still needed to hear it. "Brenda please, what did she say?" she begged tears openly trickling down the woman's cheeks as she tried to reach her daughter.

Dylan, Danna, Kelly, Brandon and Mr. Walsh all watched in horror as Brenda continued to bang her head back and cry, while in her head Brenda just tried to keep on denying what she had been told. No. No. No. This isn't happening. This is a dream. No. A Nightmare. Yes, a nightmare. Just a bad, bad dream and any moment now I-I'll wake up an-and everything will be-alright. I probably just fell asleep studying for the SATs, that's all. I'll wake up and there will be an open book underneath me and it will have a nice big puddle of drool in it. She tried telling herself. Yes, that's it. She mentally told herself as she tried to gain control of her emotions. The denial game was helping and soon she stopped crying and was just sitting stone still and silent with her back against the wall. Her eyes glazed over as she tried telling herself a different lie. It could be a mistake. If I'm not asleep it must be a mistake we'll go down there like the Doctor said and then she'll just say that it was all mistake and that we should just go home and forget this whole thing ever happened. This lie was more helpful, it seemed more legit; something she could put stock in. She nodded to herself as her family watched her worriedly

"Brenda, are you alright?" Brandon said as he joined his mother and sister on the floor.

Brenda simply nodded. She was alright…now. Now that this whole mess had been sorted out inside her head she thought.

"Then can you tell us what the doctor said now, honey?" her father asked her delicately now on the floor on her other side.

Brenda nodded. "She said that I have Breast Cancer, but that she wants us to meet with on her the 15th so she can give us more information, and answer any questions that we may have then." Brenda answered calmly too calmly.

Her friends and family all looked a mixture of shocked and concerned. None of them knew what to do least of all Dylan. All he knew was that he was afraid and that he didn't know what to do and that he didn't like it, Some boyfriend I am he thought bitterly. He felt inadequate, useless and ashamed.

There Brenda was, right there. Crumpled on the floor a mess and all he could do was stand here and do nothing. He couldn't get to her like he would have liked to with her family all around her, not that he was so sure he wanted that…he was almost afraid to touch her. Afraid she would break.

He remembered back to when she'd first told him about the lump that day at her locker. He'd felt this way then too, only it seemed to have passed quicker. Dylan shook himself. Stop thinking like that. She's your girlfriend, man and you love her. She needs you, Dylan, Be a man. He told himself, but still the fear didn't pass and he didn't know where it had come from, but suddenly there was this voice in his head and though he fought it at first, it didn't take long for it to where him down as the voice was his own. It was the voice of instinct. His own instinct, and his instinct told him to RUN!

So, that was what Dylan had done. Suddenly and without warning. Dylan had bolted from not only from the room, but from Brenda and the house.

Everyone of them had watched him flee in stunned silence. Brenda, Kelly and Danna just kept glancing from the door to the spot he was last for a few minutes, while Mr. and Mrs. Walsh only eyed the ajar door concernedly. Brandon was the first to speak, although he was reluctant to leave his sister, he knew Dylan needed him too so, he slowly pushed himself off the floor and told everybody.

"I'll go get him." And then as an after thought he stopped just in the threshold of the door and called out to his sister "Don't you worry, Bren. I'll find him." And with that Brandon turned, stepped outside of threshold and shut the door to set off in pursuit of Dylan.