Author's Note: This chapter, this whole story really, is not Kelly Taylor-friendly.

Part Two: Plans

Brenda stood in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom observing the changes in her body. She turned to the side and smoothed the white nightgown over her growing stomach. It amazed her, knowing there was a little life inside of there. A little person she would meet in a short while.

An absent smile crossed her pink lips at the excitement of being a mother. It had taken her a long time to accept it (didn't take Dylan nearly as long), and there were still moments that it caught her off guard. She was going to be someone's mother. It was the one role that would matter the most to her, and the one role there was no dress rehearsal for.

As she observed her body, she realized that she had changed a great deal and not just physically. Emotionally, she was different than she was a few years ago. Before she returned to Beverly Hills, she had been an acclaimed actress. She starred on Broadway and performed for the Royal Shakespeare Company in London. Back then, she was like Brandon was right now: always on the go, lonely… no family, barely any friends that she didn't work with. It wasn't until she'd come back to Beverly Hills… for a job (a TV pilot about a group of teenagers who lived and attended high school in Beverly Hills) that she realized she'd missed a great deal of her life.

She had reconnected with Dylan almost the moment she stepped off the plane. He'd been on the same one coming from somewhere overseas, and they had fallen in love again slowly. When they realized she was three weeks pregnant after having lived together for a year, they decided to get married…and Brenda decided that she didn't want to be an actress half as bad as she wanted to be a mother and a wife.

She took a teaching job at her old high school West Beverly as the drama teacher, and found that it was just as rewarding to watch those young people get stars in their eyes as it was to hear the thunderous applause at the end of a show.

"You look beautiful." Brenda smiled at the sound of her husband's voice and turned to see him standing in the doorway holding a bouquet of white roses. Dylan closed the distance and placed a meaningful kiss on her lips.

"Thank you," she said breathlessly when he pulled away. "Are those for me?" she asked pointing to the roses. He nodded with a sweet smile on his face. Brenda couldn't help the laugh. "What are they for?"

"For not causing a scene at the reunion," he said and handed them to her. He kissed her neck when she swatted at him. "And for being you." His hand came to rest on her belly and she could tell he wished they could stay like that forever.

Brenda continued to smile, even when she pulled away to go find a vase to put the roses in. She returned to their room a few minutes later with the bouquet arranged and set it on the dresser next to their wedding picture. The next one over caught her eye. It was one of Dylan and Brandon together. That seemed to bring her thoughts right back to him.

When she climbed into bed, she curled into Dylan's side the way she always did. She was happy he was home tonight. He'd promised her that with the baby on the way he was going to cut back on working so many hours. True, he was the owner of several nightclubs in the Beverly Hills/Los Angeles area and they needed his attention, but she missed her husband. Dylan, however, held true to his word; someone else was in charge of the nightclubs tonight. He was here with her.

Sighing, Brenda laid her head and hand on Dylan's chest. She hoped that listening to his heartbeat would calm her. "I'm worried about Brandon," she said after a moment. Dylan's hand nestled in her dark hair.

"I'm sure he and Andrea will work it out eventually," Dylan tried to assure her. Brenda had told him what Brandon told her in the car on the way home. He hugged her tighter. "You just have to give them time."

"They're both going to leave at the end of the week," she said. Rolling her eyes, "Hell, Brandon could already be on the plane." Dylan chuckled. "It's not funny," she said and her husband knew she was pouting. "I hate seeing him like this. I hate seeing Andrea like this."

"Brenda, you can't fix this for them. You don't even know if they want you to - scratch that, I'm pretty sure they don't want you to."

"When has that ever meant anything to me?" she asked while rolling her eyes. "He's really unhappy, Dylan…and the happiest he's ever been was when he was in New York that year… with Andrea."

"You've only just learned he was with her," Dylan pointed out foolishly.

"Not the point," she replied dismissively. She bit her bottom lip, already coming up with a plan. "Brandon will thank me in the end." She was sure of it.

Dylan could already hear the wheels in his wife's head turning. "Somehow, I don't think so. And I'm pretty sure Andrea won't thank you."

Brenda scoffed, "Please...if we get them in a room together and force them to work it out… they'll both be better off. Hell, even if they don't get together, they'll at least have closure."

"We?" He questioned blithely. "And just how do you plan to get them in a room together?" He asked, but almost immediately wished he hadn't.

"Oh, I'll think of something," she replied and closed her eyes; letting his heartbeat lulled her to sleep.

Brenda smiled, mostly to herself. Her brother would thank her in the end… she was sure of it. And even if things went badly… neither her brother nor Andrea would hurt a pregnant woman.

Brandon wasn't surprised when there was knock on his hotel room door. He was even less surprised when he opened it and found Kelly standing there. He tried to keep his expression passive even though he really didn't want to see her… or anyone else for that matter… but especially not her.

"What are you doing here, Kelly?" Brandon asked with annoyance clear in his voice and eyes.

Ignoring his tone, Kelly held up a bottle of champagne. "I thought we could celebrate your return." She gaze him a charming smile. "We didn't really get a chance to catch up at the reunion."

Brandon stared at her, wondering how she went from the girl he knew - the girl he thought he would marry - to this. He didn't recognize her anymore.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked, a flirtatious tone in her voice. She tried to step inside and his hand shot out to brace the door and stopped her. She looked up at him with such innocence in her eyes that he nearly believed all she wanted to do was catch up. Had they not shared any history together, he was sure he would have let her in. That wasn't the case now, and his relationship with Kelly had caused him enough grief - had cost him enough as well. "Come on, Brandon," she said and he caught the faint smell of alcohol on her breath.

"You smell like you've already had a few celebratory drinks, Kel," he said, and it wasn't in a light-hearted way.

The blonde laughed softly. "Maybe one or - five," she said. She laughed again. "Come on, let me in. You can tell me what you and Andrea fought about."

There was a flash of fire in his eyes but Kelly was too far gone to see it. "You know damn well what that fight was about," he said in an accusatory tone. Out the corner of his eye, he saw an older couple watching them as they entered their room. Not needing a scandal of his own on top of dealing with the Senator's, he moved away from the door and allowed Kelly to follow him inside. He turned to face her with the same scowl when she closed the door softly behind her.

"Brandon," She had that charming smile again, her voice low and seductive as she started for him. "aren't you happy to see me at all?"

Kelly stopped right in front of him, placing the bottle on the table behind them, and looked up into his eyes. "Not really," Brandon replied; he was already aware of what she was trying to do. Aware of what she wanted; and had they been in Washington, he probably would have allowed her to use him. Hell, he would have certainly used her. She was trouble in a very lovely package, but he'd been down that road and it cost him greatly.

Kelly wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes never leaving his. "Liar," she whispered and leaned up to kiss his lips.

Her lips upon his felt like a feather, soft and ticklish, but ultimately revolting as Andrea's crying face flashed behind his closed eyes. He turned his head to break the kiss and pushed her gently away.

"Stop it," he said softly, turning away from her. She was at his back in two second, running delicate fingers over his bare flesh. He turned on her and held her at bay before pulling her close to him. His fingers immediately went under the vibrant red dress she wore. "Is this what you want?" he asked in a low gravelly voice. He ran his hands hard over the intimate parts of her body. "You want me to fuck you like I did before?" He could see the want clear in her eyes (and the fear), her lips parted slightly, and it took him a moment to realize what he'd just done. He'd let her get under his skin again. When she touched him, he pushed her away.

The blonde huffed indignantly as she straightened herself out. "I don't believe you, Brandon. All I wanted to do was come and celebrate with you," she said and snatched up the bottle of champagne. "Have some fun for old time's sake."

When she started for the door, Brandon grabbed her wrist. She jerked away, dropping the bottle and it shattered around their feet. It went unnoticed to Brandon as he let the anger he'd been feeling towards her build up inside and bubble out.

"The last time we had fun for old time's sake, I lost the woman I loved," he told her, his voice menacing even in the quiet tone. "After I nearly lost my job because you were pulled over in my car with cocaine," he continued, airing the dirty laundry she tried desperately to hide to everyone else. "So you'll have to forgive me if I don't want to have anything to do with you."

He let her go and she rubbed her wrist; a scowl on her face as she said, "I'm clean now." He knew it was a lie, he could see it in her eyes. She'd been high all night. "And you lost Andrea all on your own. You chose to sleep with me, remember; I didn't put a gun to your head and force you into bed with me! You wanted me!"

She was right and he knew it. He'd chosen to sleep with Kelly; true he hadn't expected Andrea to stop by that night - with Hannah no less - but he'd given her a key to his apartment and an open invitation. He'd been stupid and careless with her feelings and her love and he'd lost her.

"You're right, Kelly," he said softly. His blue-green eyes were dark with something she couldn't place but it frightened her nonetheless. "It was my fault I lost Andrea. I chose… to sleep with a drug addict. You were for sale and I used you to push Andrea away." He saw the flicker of disgust in her eyes and he knew he'd hurt her the way he intended. "Get out," he said more quietly. He walked quickly to the door and opened it for her. "And when you leave this time, stay gone. I don't want to see you while I'm still in town; I don't to hear from you, or even about you. As of this moment, you don't exist to me anymore."

Kelly stared at him in disbelief for a moment. "We've meant too much to each other, Brandon." Some desperate emotion that she thought was gone and buried had taken hold of her heart. "You can't just throw away all the history we share." She walked out the door and turned to face him.

"Watch me," he said and slammed the door in her face.