DISCLAIMER: I am not a Spelling ergo I do not own this. Do you really think I would have allowed for the DK hook up? They had NO chemistry.

Ch3…

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If she had known how easy it was to get onto a studio lot more than a few of her teenage fantasies might have been fulfilled. Sadly that was not her purpose today so she ducked her head and headed for the studio that Brenda had mentioned they were shooting at. She recognized Noah sitting by a few monitors talking with a small group of people, he didn't notice as she ducked by and headed for the trailers her eyes peeled for one marked Brenda Walsh.

"Val, what are you doing here? And how did you get in here?" Brenda asked in shock as she opened her door ready to yell at the annoying DP who was insistent that she get to make up even though she wasn't scheduled to be there for another half hour. Valerie raised an eyebrow and Brenda chuckled shuffling to let Val into the cramped space. "Right forget I asked."

Val looked around the tiny room, scripts were strewn across the small table and clothes hung from a rack on one side, a mirror propped against a window photos decorating the edges.

"I can't believe you still have this!" Valerie laughed tracing the face of her younger self dressed identically to a smiling Brenda. The two young girls hugging tightly, in the background was a young Brandon making a face at the camera.

"Are you kidding? That's my favourite photo of us!" Brenda replied throwing her arm around Val and squeezing. "And as much as I enjoy a trip down memory lane somehow I doubt that's why you're here."

Val arched one eyebrow and pursed her lips before smirking.

"Okay, you caught me. I wanted to make sure you were okay after last night with Bone head Brandon and bitch face."

Brenda shook her head at Val, picking up one of the discarded scripts, which showed her sides for the morning.

"I'm fine, it's not like I wasn't expecting him to be all indignant, I mean it's practically his default setting." Val stifled a giggle waving her hand for Brenda to continue. "I already got the call from the parents about my obvious lack of manners and how they raised me better than this."

"Sounds like you got the Jim Walsh special, how many choruses of you need to grow up did he include this time?"

Brenda rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"I just tuned out after the first time he mentioned being more responsible like Brandon. Mr. stops a wedding during the vows, yeah real responsible." She grumbled tossing the script to the side.

"Rarr!" Val purred making a claw gesture with her hand. "I love feisty Brenda, so much more fun than mopey Brenda."

"Oh I'm sure I was known as melodramatic time of the month Brenda last night."

"I wouldn't know, I may or may not have stomped upstairs and added toilet water to Brandon's cologne instead of hanging around." Val inspected her nails going for nonchalance. Brenda tried to hold back her giggles but couldn't.

"Valerie!"

She just smirked leaning back into the couch.

"He's lucky I didn't have any Nair lying around or else I would have added it to his shampoo. I did put flea powder in his blow dryer though."

Brenda leant forward her face crinkling in confusion.

"Why did you have flea powder? You guys don't have a dog."

"No but I did live with Kelly for a year, I had to make it bearable somehow."

The two old friends looked at each other and started to laugh once more.

"Val you know I love you but sometimes you are just too much."

Brenda laid her head on Val's shoulder, a stray giggle escaping from her lips.

"I can't believe you put flea powder in Kelly's blow dryer."

Valerie pushed Brenda's head off her shoulder and stood up offering her hand to pull her up.

"What makes you think I just put it there?"

It was juvenile and a little mean but then again so was going after your best friend's boyfriend, twice.
They always said Karma's a bitch, they should say karma comes for the bitch.

"So you want to stick around and see how a TV show is made? I'm only shooting this morning, we can get lunch after if you want?"

Val smiled and followed Brenda out of the trailer.

"Sure, any cute wannabe actor guys in this show?"

"Is that all you think about?" Brenda asked, Valerie paused to consider her answer. "Forget I asked! We'll hit the peach pit for lunch and then you can show me the after dark, okay?"

Valerie paused pulling on Brenda's arm before she could enter the make up trailer.

"Are you sure you want to go there?"

"Well I've already ran into the two people I really didn't want to, I may as well visit some of the ones I actually do."

Val shrugged again turning to lean against the cool metal.

"Okay." She smiled as a guy exited the trailer and smiled back at her. "Cute."

"Down girl." Brenda joked. "You going to be okay to walk around? Make up shouldn't take too long."

Valerie shot another smile at Brenda and inclined her head to the small group of guys who walked past, Brenda recognised some of them as the stunts and effects co-ordinators.

"Oh I think I'll find some way to amuse myself."

Heading into the trailer Brenda laughed to herself, she'd forgotten how amusing life was with Valerie.

***

Steve knocked on the door to Brandon's room for the seventh time exchanging a look with David.

"Come on man open up." David called out, Steve hadn't been exaggerating when he'd called, Brandon really was acting like a girl. The door swung open slowly and David did a double take, he couldn't recall a time where Brandon's hair hadn't been perfectly coiffed. He whistled lowly.

"You look like something chewed you up and spat you back out."

Brandon glared at David flopping onto his bed.

"Thanks Silver that's very comforting."

"So are you going to tell us what Val and Brenda were yelling at you for or do we have to go crash the set of a TV show?" Steve asked wiggling his eyebrows.

"You may as well tell us now Brandon, nothing stays a secret for long around here." David added tossing a pillow at the lump Brandon made under his blankets. Steve looked over to David and he nodded, carefully they grabbed an end of the mattress each and dumped Brandon on the floor.

"Either you tell us or we will drag you into the car and drive you to that set."

"I doubt they just let people into TV studios Steve." Brandon replied from the floor sitting up to glare at his best friends. David smirked and pulled out the passes Noah had given him last night at the after dark.

"Noah hooked us up, any other excuses?"

"Have I mentioned how much I loathe you guys?" Brandon answered as Steve hauled him up off the floor and pushed him towards the door.

"We love you too buddy, we love you too."

Steve's car wasn't exactly the best mode of transportation if you were hoping to be incognito, his bizarre attachment to the vehicle extended to the point where Brandon had thought on more than one occasion that they would probably end up burying him in the damn thing.

"IDs please."

The security guard was very lean and performed his job in a way that it was obvious he thought it beneath him. Having grown up around the business Steve had explained that lots of wannabe actors took jobs around the studio hoping to be discovered.

"Studio 3, just drive straight ahead and it's the second left. The building with a giant three on it, you can't miss it. Do you need me to write it down or do you think you can handle that?"

The three young friends exchanged glances, Steven letting out a snort of disgust.

"I think we got it but we'll be sure to run right back here to the guard's station if we get lost." David answered for them putting on his best little boy's voice with a roll of his eye.

"What a jerk." He commented once they were rolling away.

"Actors." Steve dismissed pulling the car expertly into the small lot whistling at the large poster of three women emblazoned with one word 'Charmed'. "Now this is a show I might be interested in. Why didn't I pay more attention when Noah was telling us about it?"

"Possible because he didn't lead with 'it's about three hot chicks.'" David said clapping Steve on the back. "I mean no offense Brandon but Steve is right, Brenda looks pretty fine in that picture."

"Yeah it's amazing what they can do with computer these days." He replied snarkily no happier about this now that they were on the lot than when they had left the house.

"Lighten up Brandon, we're on a real life TV set with three hot chicks." Steve said conversationally leading them to the stage door.

"Easy for you to say, one of them doesn't want to kill you." Brandon muttered under his breath dragging his feet. The door banged loudly earning the trio a variety of looks from the assorted people. The most heated of which was the glare of Valerie singling them out. The three boys tried to not look too out of place when she stalked over to them.

"Incoming." Brandon muttered under his breath, although Steve and David still heard judging from their snickers.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you even get in?" She asked in rapid fire crossing her arms across her chest with a huff. David held his hands up in mock defeat.

"Chill Val, Noah gave us passes." He explained gesturing to the laminates around their necks. Steve shook it for emphasis throwing his other arm around Brandon's shoulders.

"And as for the what we're doing here. Isn't visiting a dear old friend reason enough?"

Val arched her eyebrow at Steve who was displaying his best poor puppy dog expression, she just stared back coolly not buying it for a second.

"Try again Steve."

Brandon shifted uneasily under Steve's arm; it felt like a noose around his neck. Coughing he shrugged it off turning to look Valerie in the eye.

"Look, it wasn't my idea to come-"

"Oh of course not, far be it for you to actually acknowledge that you've done something wrong!" Valerie cut him off snippily. David and Steve exchanged glances the former surprised at Valerie's venom, he hadn't heard her this pissed in a long while, especially at someone who wasn't Kelly.

"Valerie chill, we just thought if we came down here it might give our favourite twins a chance to kiss and make up." Steve said peering over Valerie's shoulder and trying to catch a glimpse of any of the trio of woman that starred in the show.

"Quit straining your neck the girls are still in make up." Val snapped at Steve, quickly she turned her glare back on Brandon. "Which means you still have time to get your ass out of here before Brenda has you thrown out."

Brandon bit his lip and looked over at the small crowd who weren't really paying them attention anymore. That wouldn't last long with the way they were going.

"I'm not kidding Brandon, she's really pissed."

"Yeah well so am I!" He snapped back his anger getting the best of him.

"Hey Brandon chill." David warned eyeing the people that were once again staring at them. The door behind them swung open and the light giggles and foot steps echoed in the building.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Of course it was Brenda fresh from make up, she waved her two co-stars ahead promising she'd be there in a few minutes. Steve of course took the time to flash his cheeky smile at them.

"Noah gave us passes." David explained stepping forward to wrap her in a hug. "It's good to see you Bren."

She returned the hug never taking her eyes off her twin. Pulling back she smiled softly at David.

"Yeah you too David."

The DP that had been watching wearily pulled on Brenda's elbow.

"Miss Walsh, they're ready for you now. Perhaps your friends would like to wait in your trailer?"

Brenda shook her head snapping out of the daze she had been in.

"No it's fine, they're not staying." She answered; she waited until the DP shrunk back before turning back to her friends. "I have to work. It was nice to see you David." Steve scoffed earning a rare smile from Brenda. "You too Steve."

"So that's it? You're just going to ignore me?" Brandon asked more than a little hurt. Brenda swallowed hard trying not to let the tears come to her eyes.

"I can't do this now." Brenda motioned to the crew waiting for her. "I have to go."

Valerie nodded to Brenda as she passed her a look of understanding passing between the two. Brandon stared after his twin for a moment before stalking in the opposite direction the door to the studio slamming behind him.

"Ok seriously, what the hell is going on?" Steve asked, David nodding in agreement. "We asked Brando but he wouldn't spill anything."

Valerie sighed, this had all the makings of a classic Walsh war. The last time they'd had a fight this bad Brenda had ended up staying at her house for two weeks.

"It's not my place to tell." She pretended not to notice David's scoff. "Brandon will tell you eventually, stick a pint of pistachio ice cream in front of him and he'll be singing in no time."

"Ice cream? Seriously?" Steve asked doubtful, that sounded like kind of a chick thing.

"If you want to know what happened all you need is a pint and a couple of spoons, trust me. I've had to broker peace between the twins since we were kids. Brandon is powerless before ice cream." Valerie promised checking over her should for Brenda. "I have to go make sure Bren is okay."

The sun was bright compared to the relative dim of the studio both Steve and David pulling on their sunglasses as they made for the car.

"Why do I get the feeling this is going to get a hell of a lot worse before it gets better?" David asked.

Steve shrugged stopping as they reached the car and a morose Brandon slumped in the backseat.

"I think this boy needs a mega burger stat."

Brandon didn't answer; his mind occupied by what Brenda had said last night and Valerie that morning. David was right about one thing, it would definitely be worse before it got better.