Dedicated to the greatest American film and television producer Aaron Spelling and the whole cast of Beverly Hills 90210.

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Chapter 6: That One Night

It took one special night for everything to go right or wrong. How can everything you worked hard for just slip at the palm of your hands? How can one night change your feelings for a certain person? How can one night change a person's point of view of life? How can that one night suddenly change the rest of your future? It took one night – one night to change everyone's destiny. But is it really the destination they are worried about – or should they focus more on the journey we're about to take, together. Everyone has their own 'that one night' – but what matters the most is - how it affects their lives.

Silence flew in the emergency break room. Everyone couldn't dare look at each other. Even Valerie was in her own corner, staring at her feet – minding her own business. Kelly and Brandon took care of Tommy as he fell asleep on their laps. Steve and Janet had left the hospital due to Maddie's dance recital. Donna impatiently waited behind the emergency room doors, her hands on her hips. Brenda picked up her eyes and gazed around the room. Dylan sat across from her, trying to keep to himself. She noticed every once in a while he would take the time to look at her – to see how she was doing. Brenda's heart pleaded her to move into Dylan's arms – but she stayed where she was.

"Please – please be alright," muttered Donna over and over again.

Donna backed up against the wall and fell to her knees.

"How is this possible," she cried to herself. "Why is this happening now?"

Dylan sat on the bench outside the hospital, looking over the ocean. He breathed slowly as the cool breeze hit his face. Brenda came walking behind him, two cup of coffees in her hand.

"Hey you," she called from behind, alarming him.

She walked around the bench and stood before him. Dylan sat up and took the coffee.

"Thanks," he muttered, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"Let me guess," she said, smiling. "You're out here in the sun to clear your thoughts?"

Brenda glared at him and decided to take a seat beside Dylan. Dylan watched as the wind blew her long hair back, revealing her beautiful face. He smiled to the side and bit his lip.

"Listen Dylan," she began. "I hope you know that I love you. And I always will."

Dylan listened closer.

"Bren," interrupted Dylan. "I don't want to hear it."

"No - that night Dylan," muttered Brenda. "It took me one night – to fall in love with you all over again. And for me it – it was scary."

She took a deep breath and stared at him, "I guess what I'm trying to get to is – I was scared Dylan. I was scared of falling in love again…falling in love with you."

Dylan softly brushed her face with the back of his hand. She shut her eyes and took a hold of his hand.

"Bren," murmured Dylan. "I would never put pressure on you."

"I know Dyl," she answered him quietly.

"I understand completely," he said quietly, his voice breaking. "If you have business to take care in London – just know that I'll always be waiting for you. I will never stop loving you, Brenda."

"Why does life have to be so complicated?" laughed Brenda to herself.

"Because it is," answered Dylan. "It's okay – Bren. You don't have to worry about me. My biggest fear is for you not to be happy."

"I'm sorry Dylan," she cried softly, wrapping her arms around his strong neck. "I really am."

Dylan stroked Brenda's soft hair and kissed her on her forehead.

"You want to take a walk with me, Brenda?" said Dylan kindly.

Brenda looked around and inhaled. Dylan extended his hands towards her.

"Why not," she added. "I could use the time to clear my thoughts."

She placed her light hands on his strong hands and stood up.

Kelly struggled to get up off her seat. Brandon quickly came to her aid and supported her.

"Kelly," warned Brandon. "You need to start taking it easy. You're nearly eight months in your pregnancy."

"Eight and a half Brandon," corrected Kelly.

"My point exactly," said Brandon. "Just take a seat – and I'll go get you some water."

Kelly stopped Brandon and stood up tall.

"Brandon," said Kelly patiently. "I have been sitting on my butt for the past two hours, okay? I'm tired and I want to stand up and move around. The last thing I need from my husband right now is to tell me what to do."

Brandon sighed and nodded his head. Kelly kissed him on his cheek and moved around.

"Where you going?" asked Brandon.

"Just stay here," called Kelly. "I'm going to – to the bathroom. I need to pee."

Kelly left the emergency break room, passed the women's restroom and dragged her feet to her doctor's office. She opened the door to find her doctor busy behind his desk.

"Doctor Morgan?" muttered Kelly, walking in the room.

"Kelly?" said the doctor. "Whoa – that baby has grown."

"I know," answered Kelly. "Do you mind?"

"No," said Dr. Morgan. "Please, sit down."

Kelly slowly sat on the seat. Dr. Morgan closed his files and fixed his attention towards Kelly.

"So how are you doing?" asked Dr. Morgan. "Any signs of blood? Any complications?"

Kelly shook her head and said, "Not at all Doc. But I have been feeling a little woozy now and then."

"Then I highly suggest you take as much rests as you need," suggested the doctor. "Is Brandon with you?"

"Yeah – sort of," answered Kelly.

"Have you told him about your conditions Kelly?" asked Dr. Morgan.

"Not quite," confessed Kelly. "I don't think telling him about my condition is the right thing for me to do."

"Kelly," interrupted the doctor. "I thought we talked about this. When the day comes for you to go in labor, and whatever happens, Brandon is going to have questions."

"I made a choice doctor," said Kelly sternly. "That night – when I found out what were the risks of having my baby girl, I couldn't shut her out."

"Just promise me you'll talk to Brandon about it, please?" begged the doctor.

Kelly nodded her head and fiddled with her fingers.

"I have one question doc," muttered Kelly.

"Ask away Kelly," said Dr. Morgan.

"When – when I give birth to my baby girl," she said quietly, choking on her words. "Am I – am I going to live?"

Brandon stood behind the door, confused.

Valerie placed her hand softly on Donna's shoulder.

"What do you want Val?" said Donna sternly.

"I'm just seeing if you're okay," Valerie explained.

"Really," said Donna aloud. "Since when did you start caring about my feelings?"

"Donna," added Valerie. "I'm really trying here to be your friend."

"Ha," laughed Donna. "Well apparently, your care for my feelings didn't stop you from kissing my husband that night you self-centered bitch!"

Valerie shook her head and stood up.

"You know you yourself can be a bitch sometimes too," snapped Valerie. "Now I feel your pain Donna, I do. But your actions towards me right now are really bitchy. I'll be back for David later. I hope you feel better."

Valerie grabbed her purse and left the room.

Steve and Janet quickly filled two empty seats in the front of the auditorium. Steve took out the camera while Janet was trying to get a glimpse of her daughter.

"She's so beautiful," Janet muttered, getting teary-eyed.

Steve, struggling to get the camera out muttered, "Of course. She's my daughter."

"Steve!" muttered Janet. "Are you getting the camera?"

"Yeah," murmured Steve. "I got it! Now where is daddy's little princess."

Janet motioned Steve's camera hand towards Maddie, who was dressed in a ballerina costume. She was centered-stage, outshining everybody.

"That's my girl," cried Janet. "The best!"

"Give it your best honey!" supported Steve. "Show 'em who's boss!"

Parents around them 'shushed' them down. Janet and Steve, proud parents, happily ignored them and watched as Maddie stole the show.

"My little girl's growing up," muttered Steve, his eyes getting watery.

Dylan kept a short distance from Brenda as they walked the hospital park. With his hands in his pocket, he gazed at Brenda as she talked to him.

"Look where our love has taken us Dylan," she muttered to him, staring on the concrete sidewalk. "It's taken us to the edge."

"I don't think so," muttered Dylan, grabbing her eyes.

Brenda's hair flew behind her as she placed her hands in her jacket. Guilt filled in her eyes, she looked away at Dylan.

"Why is it so hard for you to love me back the way I love you Brenda?" asked Dylan.

Brenda softly laughed to herself and muttered, "I've been asking myself that same question ever since the night I called you, Dylan. I guess I'm just holding on to memories. I'm moving on Dylan. I've been holding on to our past. But I'm done with the past Dyl - I'm holding on to tomorrow now - and the day after that."

"I still don't believe you feel that way Bren," replied Dylan. "I honestly don't."

Dylan stopped her on the bridge crossing to the other side of the park.

"You wouldn't be walking with me if you didn't feel something between us," explained Dylan.

Brenda sighed and massaged her mind, "I think we should head back – I think Donna would want us to be there right now."

Brenda brushed against his shoulders and walked away.

Everyone behind Donna looked away – as they couldn't bear to see her in pain anymore. Kelly shut her eyes and held on to Tommy and a curious Brandon. A few hours passed and the double doors swung open. Donna, leaning against the wall, jumped in front of the doctor and nurse emerging in the room. The gang stood up immediately and waited anxiously behind Donna.

"How is he doctor?" asked Donna quickly. "Is he fine? Is he alive?"

The doctor put his hands up and put his hands on Donna to calm her down. He took deep breaths with her as she caught her breath back.

"I'm sorry," confessed Donna. "I'm just really – on edge right now."

"I understand," said the doctor. "David – David's going to be okay Mrs. Silver."

Donna wept and took a breath of relief. She almost fell to her knees as she heard the words come out of the doctor's mouth. Kelly rested her head on Brandon. Brenda walked in the scene with Dylan following behind her.

"How is he?" asked Brenda.

"He's going to be okay," confirmed Kelly.

"You see," began the doctor. "David's fractured ribs punctured his lungs and he wasn't able to get oxygen in his system."

"So?" muttered Donna, fear setting in her eyes.

"We got the best of the best to work on him mam," said the doctor. "He's fine now. He needs as much rest he can get and needs to follow my prescriptions."

"Yes doctor thank you," sighed Donna. "Thank you so much."

A few days later…

Donna slid into David's hospital room with Ruby in her arms. She breathed deeply as she saw David resting, his eyes closed. She quirked the blinds a little bit and pulled a chair near David.

"You're okay," she muttered softly, trying to pull out a smile. "Let me tell you something David, I have never been so relieved before."

She broke into tears and tried to stay strong.

"But I just need you to wake up," she pleaded. "Please, David. I need you."

David squeezed her hand and a smile appeared on his face.

"David?" called Donna. "Thank God you're okay!"

She kissed his hands and cried.

"I missed you," he said quietly. "I missed you…Valerie."

Donna backed away from David, a confused and hurt look on her face.

This chapter wasn't meant to be long - just to inform! Hope you guys liked it! Things are going to get heated between everyone soon!