Ok don't hate me. This idea came to me days ago while reading Dearly Departed by Analyse Dare, which I'm loving btw! This story takes place 3 years after the season finale. Brenda and Dylan were living in London for 3 years and he left her. no apart for two years lie. Dylan moved back to Beverly Hills 5 years ago. Kelly and Dylan did try again after David and Donna's wedding but it didn't last and they are back to being good friends. They haven't been together in 3 years. JUST FRIENDS

Last Night In London

Chapter One

Same Eyes

Dylan made his way into the small coffee shop on Doheny and looked around. He smirked as he saw her, at a table in the corner sipping from a large coffee cup. With his hands in his pockets he approaches her.

"Well if it isn't the very sexy Kelly Taylor." He eyes her with a smirk and she smiles up at him. She shakes her head as Dylan pulls the empty seat across from her and sits in it.

"Don't tell me…you ended things with Michelle, what was wrong this time?"

Dylan smirks, "Her name was Grace and she was too clingy."

Kelly rolls her eyes, "Who is Grace, I can't even keep up? Let me guess she wanted to spend more time with you and that meant clingy…you're hopeless, you'll never settle down." Kelly sighed and took a sip of coffee. She watched Dylan order a plain black coffee from the server. Her and Dylan were close friends, maybe even best friends these days but boy was she happy they ended the romantic side of their relationship years ago. Dylan these days was the definition of a bachelor. These coffee meet ups were a weekly occurrence and every week it seemed Dylan had new flavor of the week and she was always was gone the following. She didn't understand how someone could live that way.

"Ah you know me…just haven't found the right one yet I guess." Kelly lifted her eyebrow and just looked at him.

"You never give them a chance." Kelly mumbled.

"Alright...alright, enough ragging on me…how's Adam? Things spicing up yet?" Dylan thanked the coffee girl politely and watched her ass as she walked away.

Kelly shook her head again, ignoring Dylan checking out the barely 20 something Barista, "It's good…and if you're asking if we've slept together…no not yet."

"What's the hold up?" Dylan takes a sip of his hot coffee.

Kelly shrugs, "I dont know…he kind of reminds me of someone…I can't put my finger on it. But he hasn't really made the move yet."

Dylan chuckles, "He is a wanna be Brandon…and you know it. Plus if the guy doesn't want to get into Kelly Taylor pants, he is either too dumb or gay."

Kelly's mouth drops, "He is not a wanna be Brandon and maybe…he is a respectful guy Dylan…unlike you. Besides…don't point fingers at me regarding Brandon…every girl you date is a brunette that kind of resembles another Walsh we both knew once upon a time."

Dylan becomes visibly uncomfortable, "Let's change the subject." he says as he looks out the window.

Kelly smirks, "Don't dish it out if you can't take it back." she tells him playfully.

Dylan smirks and shakes his head. "How's work?"

Kelly shrugs, "Kids are jerks." she laughs, "Okay let me rephrase that teenagers are assholes."

Dylan chuckles, "I've heard that actually. Crazy we are adults now huh. No more cruising around town on the bike, no more beach club or make out parks up Mulholland. Making out…" Dylan sighed loudly, "I miss making out."

"Oh please…I think making out is a regular occurrence to you still."

"Do I sense some jealousy Ms. Taylor. Want to come back to my place? Make out…you know we were pretty good at that part of our relationship." Dylan wiggles his eyebrows seductively.

Kelly bursts out laughing, "No thank you." she shakes her head, "That was the only thing we had and that ship has sailed years ago. Besides you're a walking STD these days." Kelly took a sip of her coffee.

Dylan feigned offended, "Excuse me…I get tested every 3 months…and I never dip the goods without proper packaging. You of all people know that."

"I know…I'm kidding. I should get back to school. We still on this weekend for Steve's barbecue? You want to ride over together?"

"Of course." Dylan got up. He leaned in and kissed Kelly on the cheek. "Thanks for meeting me." Dylan threw down money covering both their coffees. They began walking towards the door. Dylan grabbed it opening it for Kelly as they stopped to say their goodbyes on the sidewalk.

"Anytime." She smiled at him, "Sorry about Michelle or Grace." she said sincerely making a oops face.

"Eh…there are other fish in the sea." He took a deep breath and looked across the street. There was a brunette, amazing body, long dark brown hair, petite, had a nice ass. Kelly's eyes followed his.

"Grace who?" she mumbled and shook her head. "Call me later. Bye" she smiled walking toward her car down the street. Dylan was and will always be a man whore. She figured she'd get the low down on Dylan's newest play thing later.

Dylan just nodded as he stared, he waited for her to turn around so he could see if the face matched the rest of the package. She didn't, then the bags she was holding toppled to the ground, she squatted and tried to collect them again. Dylan's feet moved on instinct as he jogged across the street. He knelt down beside her.

"Let me help you with this." he grabbed a couple bags she hadn't picked up. The brunette recognized the voice in an instant. Her head shot up just in time to see the helpful stranger's face look up at her own. She froze. Deep brown eyes looked into her grey blue ones.

"Bren?" he whispered, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Is that you? Oh my god? Brenda!"

Brenda came too and stood quickly, she watched as Dylan slowly raised to a standing position holding her bags. He held his smile as she felt his eyes travel down her frame, checking her out, "You look…incredible." he shook his head, she looked better than incredible…just as he remembered.

Brenda took a deep breath. Her head looking into the boutique she stood in front of quickly before making eye contact again. "Hey Dylan." she said quickly. "How are you?"

Dylan shook his head out of his trance, "I'm okay…you?"

Brenda shrugged, "I'm good." She swallowed hard looking into the store again, before her attention went back to him.

"Are you living here now?" he asked hopeful.

Brenda nodded, "Ah yeah…moved back maybe a month ago. I got offered a spot at The Los Angeles theatre." she shurgged. "So we uprooted from London last month. Still getting situated." she held up her bags with a small smirk.

"We?" Dylan's heart broke and the first thing he did was glance at her left ring finger, thankfully is was empty. His eyes met hers again. She was too beautiful to be single.

"I mean…I…I uprooted from London." She looked down and exhaled. FUCK…she thought.

"Oh…well welcome home." Dylan smirked at her. It was the famous Dylan smirk that had women naked within seconds and riling under Dylan in a matter of minutes. She took that second to look him over. The years had been good to Dylan. He still looked sexy…hot…still thin…had facial hair now…still had that confident sexy air to him that made her mush, she smiled at him.

"God." Dylan looked at her and breathed out, "It's been a long time."

Brenda nodded, "Yeah…it has."

"It has to be going on what?"

"5 years." they both whispered at the same time. They looked at each other intensely. It's like time stopped. getting lost in each other neither had noticed the boutique door swing open and out ran a little girl.

"Mommy." she called out happily and hugged her mothers legs tightly.

Dylan's eyes left Brenda's and settled on the most beautiful little girl he had ever seen. Long brown hair. Lighter than Brenda's, had the most gorgeous wave to it. Her arms hugged Brenda's legs tightly as her big brown eyes stared up at him. She looked just like Brenda. Except for the eyes, those were different than hers. In shape and in color, familiar.

"Mom?" he muttered, Dylan's eyes fell on Brenda's again, "You're a mom now?" he couldn't help the sorrow in his voice.

Brenda sighed nervously, "Yeah…I'm a mom." her voice was quiet. She looked down at her daughter and smiled. Silence reined over the two long lost lovers. In keeping one arm around her mothers legs, the little girl reached out her hand.

"Hello…my name is Olivia Walsh." Dylan smiled, her little voice had a slight British accent. He knelt down to her level. Tears brimmed Brenda's eyes and she tried to hide her emotions. She could not believe this was happening.

Dylan's large hand met her tiny one in a gentle handshake, "Nice to meet you Miss Walsh…my name is Dylan McKay."

Olivia eyes widened, "Mommy…just like my mid..." Brenda's hand came over her mouth quickly.

"Olivia sweetie why don't you run in to get Claire…see if she is almost ready." What Olivia was about to divulge long forgotten by the little girl.

"Alright mommy, Nice to meet you Dylan…I like your name." She smiled like she was hiding something. Dylan stared at the little girl, those eyes, the shape of her eyes so familiar. He shook his head and gave the little girl a smile.

"Nice to meet you too sweetie." The girl went to run back in the store, "Oh and Olivia…I like your name too, that was my grandma's name." he grinned at her.

The little girl smiled widely and went inside to find her nanny.

"She's beautiful Bren." Dylan shook his head breathing out as he stood up.

"Thank you." Brenda uttered quietly. Silence surrounded them again. Dylan for the first time realized how familiar her eye shape was. His head shot up as he looked deeply into Brenda's, trying to find our the answer to the question that shot through his head a minute ago. Brenda swallowed hard everything she had kept a secret now at bay. Anger radiated over him at that moment. She wouldn't? Brenda wouldn't have kept this from him.

"How old is she?" his voice barely over a whisper, afraid to know the answer. He hadn't seen Brenda in 5 years…she looked about that age, possibly younger.

"Almost 4." The air left Dylan's lungs quickly. He wasn't aware he had been holding his breath, she wasn't his. He thought he would feel relieved but he didn't. His chest felt tight. Brenda had a baby with another man. It must have been after he left.

The bell from the boutique door sounded loud as it swung open. Dylan looked to see a woman holding Olivia's hand. Blonde hair, pretty and sweet looking. The woman's smile faded, Dylan had never seen this woman before, but by her eyes and expression, she recognized him.

"Uh Hi." Claire said uncomfortable.

"Dylan McKay." he held out his hand to her.

She stuttered and shook his hand, "Claire…Claire Hines."

"Claire is my personal assistant, nanny…friend." Brenda laughed, "She just about holds every title." Claire chuckled, the smile not reaching her eyes.

"Nice to meet you." Dylan said as he looked down at the little girl. He could have sworn the shape of her eyes was familiar. Maybe he knew the father, someone from London? It wasn't appropriate to ask.

"Well…I should get going…it was good seeing you Dylan." Brenda gave him a sad smile. She saw the wheels in his head working but it hadn't seemed he caught on. She was relived.

Dylan shook his head, his eyes meeting hers again, he nodded, "Yeah….you too." he finally relaxed a little. Before he knew it he was embracing her. His eyes closed as he buried his face into her neck and inhaled. Brenda's arms hung limply to her side. After a moment, one by one they circled around his waist tightly. Her eyes closed, his familiar warmth and smell surrounded her. They clung to each other until a small giggle left Olivia's lips. Brenda was the first to break the embrace.

"I'll see you. Take care." Brenda said turned to walk the opposite way down to the car.

"Ah Bren?" Dylan called out. He smiled a sad smile and held up her forgotten bags.

Brenda shook her head with a smile and took the 4 steps towards him. She reached for them, her hand gently grazing his. Electricity shot through them. It was so strong she pulled her hand back thinking they shocked each other. She chuckled reaching and taking the bags. With Dylan's free hand and Olivia and Claire feet away from them, he grabbed her hand. Electricity shot through, it pulsed through them as their eyes met.

"Can I see you again?" he asked hopeful.

She smiled at him, "Um...Sure." Dylan reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone. She let go of his hand and took his cell phone from her. She added her contact information and smiled handing it back to him. "See you around Dylan." she said and like that she met with Claire and Olivia and walked down the street.

Dylan took a deep breath, watching them. When they were out of sight around the corner, Dylan looked down at his phone. He smiled reading the new contact she had entered. Bren (310) 555-0412.

Brenda sat at her living room table. She gripped her glass of red wine, practically staring at the wall. "Olivia is finally asleep." Claire broke Brenda's thoughts.

Brenda looked at her, she sighed, "Thanks for staying late and helping me put her to bed." It wasn't a normal occurrence but with running into Dylan, Brenda had been a mess.

Claire nodded quietly and took a seat so she faced her, "Are you okay?"

Brenda looked at her friend with tears in her eyes. "I'm going to have to tell him. Being in London was one thing but here...in the same town...it just doesn't feels so wrong."

Claire nodded and took a deep breathe. "Everything happens for a reason Brenda. Maybe now is the right time." Claire had been Brenda's friend, neighbor, babysitter, personal assistant and confidant for a while now. Claire had been left at the alter, had no family to speak of and had just lost her job. It wasn't difficult to talk Claire into moving out to LA with her and helping her with Olivia.

"He's going to hate me." a tear rolled down her cheek.

"You tried to get a hold of Dylan in the beginning." Claire knew the story well.

"Not well enough." Brenda admitted. She had tried to call Dylan after they broke up. She left messages, all three had gone unreturned. Brenda gave up after that, too heartbroken and bitter to keep trying.

"You want me to stay?" Claire reached out and touched Brendas arm that lay on the table.

Brenda gave her friend a sad smile and lay her other hand on hers. "No...I appreciate you staying late...go home...I'll see you tomorrow. I have to be at the theatre at 8."

"Then I'll be here at 7:30 to get Olivia off to dance camp." Claire smiled. "You know...that Dylan is even hotter in real life than in your pictures." she giggled.

Brenda's head rested on her arm, "I know." she whined.

"Night." Claire laughed and showed herself out.

Brenda groaned as she lifted her head. She grabbed her wine glass taking a sip. She couldn't believe Dylan didn't catch on. I mean they had been together 5 years ago, Olivia was almost 4 years old, weeks from it actually, she was born in August. She couldn't believe someone as smart as Dylan could just miss the math so much. Dylan left in November of 1998. Olivia was born August of 1999, exactly 9 months after. Not only that...she had his eyes. Brenda had to look into them daily. Brenda did not know Dylan was living here, last she had heard from Brandon, he was traveling the world. Never staying put in one place for too long. In the back of her mind when getting offered this position in LA, she feared that this would happen. She just had hoped LA was big enough for both of them if he happened to be here. She shook her head then closed her eyes. Guilt rushing through her. Seeing him again, those feelings everything going to the forefront strong as ever. Also the pain he always gave her like a fresh wound. There was no easy way to tell someone a secret this huge. Her phone chirped from the kitchen table. She reached for it. Her breath caught in her throat seeing the unknown LA number. She knew who it was. Who it had to be. It read simply.

We have to talk

Ok so what do you think? Next chapter goes back to Dylan after their meeting and leads to this moment and after. I don't know if this is something I'll carry on for a while but I guess your thoughts will decide that. Let me know!