Steve wasn't having a good day. He'd woken up hung over and covered in permanent marker, then missed his first two classes because he couldn't get it all washed off. By the time lunch rolled around, he was ready to go back to bed and start the day over again.

"Steve," he heard behind him. He closed his eyes and grimaced. Not David Silver. Not today. Please, merciful Jesus, let him become invisible or something. "Steve!" he heard again. "Crap," he mumbled, turning around.

"Hey man, I think we have a problem," David told him, out of breath.

"Yeah? And what's that?" Steve knew he sounded grumpy. He didn't care.

"I think Brandon is going to kill Dylan."

Steve stared at his friend for a moment, then shrugged. "It's about time," he said. He and Dylan were friends…sometimes. He couldn't understand how Brandon remained friends with the guy after what he'd done to Brenda, though. If Brenda had been his sister, he'd have already knocked Dylan out. Hell, he'd thought about knocking him out for Brenda anyway, and he and Brenda were just friends.

"No, Steve, this is serious," David said, frustrated. He was getting tired of no one taking him seriously.

Steve sighed. "What's going on?"

"It's kind of a long story," David hedged. "I was thinking I could tell you on the way?"

Steve cocked his eyebrow at David. "On the way where?"

"To find Brandon before he kills Dylan. Or to get him out of jail."

Convinced David was being overly dramatic, Steve nonetheless walked with the other man. "I didn't want to go to my next class anyway." David walked off, fast, and Steve had to hurry to keep up. "Okay, Silver, what's going on?"

"So Bren and I are, uh, together now," David started.

Steve put his arm on David's. "Wait, what? You and Brenda? David Silver and Brenda Walsh?" he smiled and hit David in the arm. "Way to go Silver."

David rolled his eyes and started walking again. "Dylan came into the Walsh house the other night while we were together," he continued.

Steve noticed the other man's slight stumble over the word "together." "No way, man," he said, still smiling. "This is too good. Dylan walked in on you and Brenda, together together? Like…together?"

David sent him a warning look. "Don't mess with me Steve," he said seriously.

Steve tried to wipe the smile off of his face but a small smirk remained. "Okay, so? Did McKay freak out? I bet he freaked out, didn't he?" In a morbid way, Steve was enjoying this.

"He'd been drinking but I didn't realize that."

Steve quit smiling. He really did hate that Dylan had started drinking again. As much as Dylan annoyed him, Steve did care about the guy. It was okay to delight in Dylan's misery so long as it was only emotional. When Dylan drank, though, even Steve felt bad. "He's drinking again?"

"Yeah," David said, reaching his car and unlocking the doors. They got in. "Brenda asked me to leave for a few minutes and I did." He hit the steering wheel, thinking about it. "I shouldn't have. Even if he hadn't been drinking, I shouldn't have left." He backed the car out. "Where do you think Brandon would go to find Dylan right now?" he asked Steve.

"Let's try Dylan's house first, then the Peach Pit," Steve said, thinking.

David nodded and started to drive. "When I left, Dylan hurt Brenda. I'm not sure what happened exactly, but she had big bruises on her chest." David's throat tightened in anger, remembering.

"Dylan hurt Brenda?" Steve whispered incredulously. "He loves Brenda. I mean, he's with Kelly, but he'll always love Brenda."

"He's not with Kelly anymore," David told him.

Steve couldn't believe Dylan would put his hands on Brenda. What he'd thought to be a humorous situation was quickly turning into something else altogether. David wasn't being overly dramatic at all. "Who told Brandon?"

David sighed. "I did. I didn't mean to, it just slipped out," he said miserably. He looked over at Steve when they got to a light. "You should have seen Brandon's eyes, Steve. We really need to find him before he does something crazy."

"What we need is Zuckerman," Steve told David.

"Andrea?" David said, confused. "Why?"

"Silver, is Brandon going to listen to you? Is he going to listen to me?" He looked at David. "No. But who will he listen to?"

"Andrea," David said, understanding. "I don't know where she is though."

"Me either," Steve said, pulling out his cell phone and dialing. "Hey, Tammy," he said, winking at David, "is there any way you can give me the number to Andrea Zuckerman's dorm room?" He waited. "I know it's against the rules," he said soothingly, "but she's a good friend of mine and I have a bit of an emergency." He listened again. "Of course I remember that night," he said lowly. He laughed, listening. "Okay, thanks Tammy." He listened some more. "Well, come over to the KEG house anytime, darlin'. I'll take care of you." He closed the phone and dialed Andrea's dorm room. Getting her machine, he said, "Hey Andrea, this is Steve. Listen, Brandon may be in trouble and I could really use your help. Give me a call as soon as you get this message." Steve left his number and hung up.

David shook his head. "You're something, you know that?"

"Hey, I make awesome look good," Steve said, smiling cockily. Thinking about the situation, his smile once again faded. "I still can't believe Dylan would hurt Brenda. You know he loves her, right?"

David's lips thinned but he nodded. "She still loves him, too," he said softly.

Steve watched him. "So what are you two doing together?"

"I don't know, man. I really like her. I like being with her. And being with her…" he broke off, staring out the windshield. "It's amazing."

Steve shook his head. "I can't believe Brandon hasn't already killed you."

"He warned me," David said, shrugging. "I'd do the same if it were my sister."

"Speaking of your sister," Steve said, "how is Kelly taking all of this?" He hadn't talked to Kelly for about a week; he'd wondered where she was. Now he knew she was probably somewhere licking her wounds.

David's hands tightened on the wheel. "Not too well," he said. "She said that I'm betraying her," he said, confused. "I don't understand why she would think that."

"Silver, you have to understand how the female mind works," Steve told him, leaning back in his seat. "It's war, 24/7. If you're with the enemy, you become the enemy."

"Bren's not like that," David told him. "Neither is Donna."

"Well, Kelly is. So are most women. Brenda and Donna are the exception rather than the rule." Steve looked at him. "Kelly sees Brenda as the enemy. Because you're with her, you are now the enemy too."

"It seems so dumb," David said, frustrated.

"It is dumb," Steve agreed.

"Kelly tried out for Maggie the Cat," David told him.

"Brenda's Maggie?" Steve asked, shocked. Even he had run lines with Brenda; he had never known anyone to want something more.

"That's the Maggie," David confirmed. "Brenda is really upset about it."

"But she didn't get it," Steve said. Seeing David's face, he said, "Wait…Kelly got the part?"

"She got a call back."

Steve couldn't believe it. "I've run lines with Brenda for that part. She is Maggie."

David nodded. "I agree. But Kelly was the last person to try out, then invited Randolph out to coffee."

Steve whistled. "Hell hath no fury," he murmured.

"It's not even Brenda's fault," David said angrily. "How can she help it if Dylan broke up with Kelly? I don't know why Kelly dated him in the first place. She's always said that Dylan and Brenda were made for each other." David made a face when he realized the same could be said for him.

"War," Steve reminded him. "It's a war." His phone rang. "Hello?" He looked at David and mouthed "Andrea."

"We're almost there," David told him, pointing at the street sign.

"Hey, Andrea, I hate to bother you, I know you have class…Yeah, is there any way you could blow off the rest of your classes and come to Dylan's house?...It's kind of a long story, but I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important. Wait, we're pulling up to Dylan's now…Yeah, Brandon's car is here. Can you get here pretty fast? Okay. Thanks Andrea." He hung up and looked at David. "I figured we'd fill her in when she got here." He looked at Brandon's car. "If we're not in the hospital or jail, that is," he muttered.

David pulled in behind the other car. "He's not in the car."

They unbuckled their seat belts and got out of David's car. Walking up to Dylan's house, they saw Brandon sitting on the front step. "Just go away," he said calmly.

Steve wasn't fooled. He noticed the slight tremor in Brandon's hands, which were clasped tightly in front of him. "Hey, bro," he said casually, sitting down beside Brandon.

"Go away," Brandon said again, more forcefully this time. He didn't look at either man. "Get out of here."

"Let's just go, Brandon," David said. "We've got that meeting at the Pit later. We can talk to Dylan then."

Brandon stared at David and the other man looked away. "I don't want to talk to Dylan," he said softly.

Steve looked out at the road. "You plan on kicking his ass, huh?"

Brandon didn't move. Steve sighed. "Come on, Brandon. This isn't the way to handle it." Brandon still didn't move. Steve and David sat with him, both silently praying Andrea got there soon.

"He put his hands on my sister," Brandon eventually said through clenched teeth.

Steve nodded. "I would want to kill him too," he said simply. "But you would be in front of me, telling me all of the reasons I was acting like an idiot."

"He hurt Brenda, Steve," Brandon said, looking at his friend.

"He's hurt her a lot worse than this," David said. Both men turned to look at him. "Don't look at me like that; you both know it's true. She's cried for a month because of what he and Kelly did to her."

"Not helping, Silver," Steve said, glaring at the other man. David shrugged and looked away.

Finally, Andrea pulled up. Brandon knew exactly why she had been called and gave Steve a disgusted look. Steve smiled and shrugged. "It was time to pull out the big guns," he told his friend.

As soon as Andrea got out of her car, Dylan showed up on his motorcycle. Brandon saw red, blowing past David, Steve and Andrea. Dylan got off of the motorcycle and watched Brandon rush toward him. He didn't duck as Brandon's fist hit his mouth, going down after one shot. Brandon hit Dylan until David and Steve pulled him off, and Andrea- who still had no clue what was going on- ran towards Dylan to see if he was okay.

Steve and David together couldn't hold Brandon, who got away from them and attacked Dylan again. Brandon saw that Dylan was unconscious, distantly heard Andrea and the guys screaming, but couldn't stop. Dylan had put his hands on Brenda…he had hurt Brandon's sister. When Steve got Brandon's arms, Brandon kicked Dylan. He didn't realize he was crying, couldn't hear the anguished noises coming out of his own mouth. Suddenly Andrea was in front of him, putting her hands on his face. Giving in, Brandon put his face on her shoulder and cried.