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

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Chapter 11: Right Place, Wrong Time

He moved around Brenda, wearing only boxers and a muscle shirt. Luke slipped his wide arms into his cold leather jacket as he quietly made his way outside the beach house barefooted. He waited anxiously for Ed and Jason, dragging his feet back and forth. The light breeze brushed his short hair back. Moments later, a beaten up vehicle turned on his street and stopped on his driveway.

"Oh hell with this," muttered Luke under his breath.

Luke didn't even let them get out of the car. He moved his feet rapidly towards them.

"Luke!" praised Ed. "Thank God you're here! We need a place to crash for a little while until we can find another place to stay! You know, lay low? These cops are really annoying the hell out of us! How about it?"

Luke scoffed and muttered, "Are you serious? Ed, I have a fiancé in that house. The last thing I need are two idiots ruining our New Year's Eve. I'm sorry but you can't stay here."

Ed and Jason traded dirty looks. Ed spat on Luke and shook his head.

"What ever happened to being friends?" asked Ed.

"What ever happened to doing the right thing?" snapped Luke. "I think you should go now before Brenda wakes up."

Ed shook his head and murmured, "You're going to pay for this Luke...and if you call the police on us - you're never going to see your little fiance."

"I stopped taking threats a long time ago, Ed," said Luke, his blue eyes striking against the moon. "It's time to grow up."

Luke quickly stepped aside as Ed smashed the gas pedal. Luke watched as they swerved around the street and left his sight. Ed and Jason stuck their hands outside their windows, hoisting their middle fingers in the air.

"Bastards," muttered Luke, shaking his head.

Luke then heard the front door open behind him. He turned around and saw a tired Brenda leaning against the house.

"Luke!" she called.

Luke quickly made his way towards her and held her by her waist.

"What's going on out here?" she asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Nothing," Luke lied. "I just thought – I just thought I heard something out here."

"Okay," muttered Brenda, sliding her hand on his hard jaw. "Come in and get ready; Kelly and everyone else are waiting for us."

Luke wandered his eyes around the vicinity and shut the door behind him.


Andrea, Hannah and Jesse stood behind the frosty railings in New York's Time Square as they happily waited for the sparkling Waterford Crystal ball to drop.

"Mom!" yelled Hannah. "Look at it! It's so beautiful!"

"I know sweetie!" replied Andrea, holding her cell phone close to her ear. "Hold up, Kel! I can't really hear you guys! There are so many people here! I can't believe people actually stand out here in the cold!"

"Andrea!" yelled Kelly. "Everyone's here for New Year's Eve! We're watching the Ball drop on TV and we can see you guys!"

Andrea quickly waved her hand in the air and laughed out loud.

"We see you!" shrieked Kelly. "You guys look like you're having the time of your life there! I'll talk to you later okay? Everyone sends their best! Bye!"

"Bye Kel," said Andrea, hanging up the phone.

Hannah grabbed a pair of glasses and forced them on her mom's face.

"Hannah!" laughed Andrea. "What are you doing?"

"Wear them mom!" yelled Hannah. "They look cool! Plus, dad's wearing a pair too!"

Andrea laughed and put them on. Jesse kissed her on her lips and wrapped his arms around her.

"I guess I'm cool!" laughed Andrea.


Brandon and Kelly, Dylan, Steve and Janet, Donna and David all sat around in the living room. Champagne bottles sat on the table and streamers hung from the ceiling. Everyone wore party hats and some even New Year glasses.

"No wine?" asked Steve.

"Oh," said Kelly. "Those are in the kitchen. Do you mind getting them Steve?"

Steve moved away from everybody and grabbed the wine bottles. Dylan was leaning on the wall by himself, a beer bottle in his hand. Brandon coolly strolled towards him.

"How you doing, D?" asked Brandon.

"Not as good as you are, B," answered Dylan, taking a sip.

"Don't let Bren ruin your night Dylan," added Brandon. "It's New Year's, man! Relax a little bit…have fun!"

"I am having fun," muttered Dylan, a smile appearing on his face.

"Now that's what I want to hear!" laughed Brandon, offering him another drink.

"Dad?" asked Tommy. "Can I have a drink?"

"Yeah," said Brandon. "You can have some milk. Go ask your Uncle Steve for some!"

Dylan and Brandon exchanged laughter as they both watched Tommy make a fool out of himself. A few moments later the doors burst open and in came two very familiar faces.

"Mom! Dad!" shrieked Brandon, racing to the front door.

"Brandon!" yelled Cindy Walsh, graciously embracing her son. "How's my boy!"

"I'm good!" replied Brandon, kissing her on her cheek.

"Hey dad!" called Brandon, giving his father a hug and a wet kiss on the forehead. "I can't believe you guys are here!"

Cindy and Jim both aged well but they had the same spirit in them. China didn't change them a bit.

"Your mother and I thought it would be a great idea if we came here for New Years to spend time with our family!"

Brandon and Kelly smiled warmly as they watched Jim carry Tommy.

"Oh my back," muttered Jim, leaning back. "You are getting heavier every year!"

"No I'm not pops," murmured Tommy. "You're just old."

Everyone laughed as Tommy made his comment.

"Speaking of family," said Cindy. "Where's Brenda?"

"She called me a few days ago and said she would be in Beverly Hills," informed Jim.

"She'll be here any time soon," added Donna. "She just texted me and she and Luke are on their way."

"Luke?" said Jim.

"Who's Luke?" asked Cindy, looking at Dylan.

"Brenda's fiancé," explained Brandon.

"I can't believe she didn't tell us," muttered Cindy. "Her own parents."

"I'm sure she has her reasons," calmed Brandon. "How about we go grill something and eat and talk for now?"

"If I still can remember where the kitchen is," laughed Cindy. "Jim! Come help me bring these groceries in!"

Jim followed Cindy into the kitchen where they dropped the shopping bags on their old counters. Cindy's eyes watered as she ran her hands through her old appliances.

"Feels like home," she muttered.

"Sure does," agreed Jim, leaning on the counter.

Dylan came stumbling in the kitchen, hands in his pocket. The three of them looked at each other with care and said nothing. The silence seemed to connect them more intimately. Dylan smiled and went for Jim first. He hugged him with care.

"How are you old Jimbo?" he laughed, his eyes tearing up. "I've missed you, you old man!"

"I see nothing has changed about you Dylan," muttered Jim, getting teary too. "I've been good."

Dylan let go of Jim and turned to face Cindy. He smiled and quickly wrapped his arms around her.

"Cindy!" he muttered. "How I've missed your cooking!"

"I missed you too Dylan," she chuckled, letting go of him. "My you have grown to be a fine gentleman."

Dylan leaned on the counter as he glared at Jim and Cindy.

"You know Dylan," said Jim. "You really are basically our son. We're so proud of everything you've accomplished in your life."

Dylan sighed and glared at his feet.

"There's one thing I didn't," Dylan muttered.

"What's that?" asked Cindy.

"Your daughter's hand in marriage," he murmured, his voice breaking apart.

Cindy and Jim traded pity looks and tried to comfort Dylan.

"To be honest with you Dylan," muttered Jim. "I wouldn't want any other man to marry my daughter unless it was you."

Dylan almost burst out crying, but he held everything inside. He could see in Cindy's eyes that she too was agreeing with Jim.

"Don't worry about a thing Dylan," reassured Cindy. "You will always be a part of our family no matter what."

"Glad to hear that," muttered Dylan, hugging Cindy.

"So who is this Luke?" asked Jim.

"Should we be worried about him?" asked Cindy.

"Luke," murmured Dylan. "He's a good guy. You guys will like him…Brenda does."


Valerie locked her doors and secured her windows. She turned all her alarms on and carefully sat by herself in her living room. She hadn't left her place since the day she rescued Maddie. She was living in fear. A hand gun was lying on the coffee table as she sunk in her couch. She had a glass of wine in her hand and box of chocolate in the other. She cautiously looked around her empty house.

"Happy New Year's to me," she muttered to herself, sipping her wine.

She felt the pain that her bruises and cuts brought to her. She tried her best to not touch her face a lot. She comfortably sat on her couch with a blanket hovering over her body.

"Stupid love movies," she said, changing the channel. "Let's get some action here."

She changed the channel to an action film and became more intrigued to watching by herself. She once again rose her glass in the air and pretended that the room was filled with people she loved and that loved her. She pretended to toast with them and greeted herself a Happy New Years.


Luke glanced at himself in the mirror, tidying his hair with his hand.

"Honey let's go!" called Luke. "Everyone's waiting for us!"

"I'm coming!" shrieked Brenda. "I just have to put my boots on!"

After leaving the beach house, Luke and Brenda made their way to Casa Walsh. Brenda rang the doorbell and didn't anticipate to see who the person opening the door would be.

"Brenda!" shrieked Cindy in delight.

"Mom!" yelled Brenda back, almost losing balance. "Dad!"

She hugged her parents and almost cried in their arms. Jim immediately saw Luke standing tall behind Brenda, smiling.

"Mom, dad," muttered Brenda, reaching for Luke's hand. "I want you guys to meet someone."

Luke stepped closer.

"This is Luke," she introduced. "Luke Hayward…my fiancé and the love of my life. Luke these are my parents – Jim and Cindy Walsh."

"Nice to meet you Sir, mam," he said politely, shaking their hands.

Both Cindy and Jim were appalled by Luke's proper manners. Jim quickly liked Luke's behavior and doubted Luke's bad ways. Cindy, too like Luke but something in her wholly didn't feel that Luke was for Brenda.

"Please, Luke," said Jim. "Call us Jim and Cindy."

"Okay," he muttered back, smiling.

"Come in," said Cindy. "You guys are just in time for the ball to drop!"

Cindy led the way back into the house with Brenda and everyone else behind her. Everyone cheered and Cindy raised her daughter's engagement hand in the air. There were glass clanking and cheers exploding from everyone…everyone except for Dylan. No one saw him except for Cindy.

"Come on guys the ball's about to drop!" yelled Donna. "Let's do the countdown!"

Everyone gathered around the living room and focused their eyes on the TV. Dylan couldn't keep his eyes off Brenda. She had her hands interlocked with Luke.

"FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!" everyone cheered. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Everyone jumped off the ground and popped champagne bottles. Streamers and confetti shot in the air and laughter filled the extra space. Brandon reached for Kelly's hand and he drew her close to him. He looked in her eyes and slowly leaned in his head to kiss her. She smiled back at him and kissed him back. David sat Donna on his lap as he caressed her face and kissed her lips. Steve and Janet, too, exchanged passionate kisses.

"Come here honey," murmured Jim, pulling Cindy close to him. "Everyone's doing it."

Cindy let out a chuckle and kissed her husband. Luke brushed Brenda's hair back and held her face in his hand. Dylan painfully watched as Luke placed his lips on Brenda's.

"Happy New Years!" shouted Cindy.

"Let's get some music in here!" yelled David, turning on the stereo.

"Luke!" called Cindy. "Come dance with me!"

Brenda laughed as she happily pushed Luke to her mother. Everyone was having a blast and watched as Luke danced awkwardly with Cindy. Brandon stood against Dylan by the wall.

"Your parents seem to like Luke," muttered Dylan.

"Yeah," said Brandon. "They do actually."

"That should be me up there," murmured Dylan.

"It's alright D," comforted Brandon. "Don't think that way."


As everyone danced the night away, Jim and Cindy, along with Brenda and Luke stepped outside on to the porch.

"Is there something you want to tell us dad?" asked Brenda, holding Luke's hand.

"Yes," replied Jim. "Both your mother and I have something to say to both of you before we meet again in London for your wedding."

"Why don't we all sit down," suggested Cindy.

"First of all," said Jim. "Luke, we just want you to know how much Brenda means to us. She's our little girl and we need someone who has a lot of love for her to take care of her."

"You can count on me sir," muttered Luke. "Brenda – she's something else. She's different from every other girl I've dated. I could never let her slip from the palm of my hands."

Jim and Cindy smiled at each other.

"Before we give you our blessings," said Cindy. "Are you both sure this is what you guys want?"

"Definitely mom," answered Brenda. "He's the one I've been waiting for."

"If that's what your heart truly wants," said Cindy. "Then your father and I will have your back no matter what we may think! It's your special day, Brenda."

"Luke," said Jim. "If you ever need to talk or you just need something – don't be scared to come to us for anything. You're family now."

Luke shook hands with Jim and hugged Cindy.


Dylan walked up the steps onto Valerie's porch. He rang the doorbell and waited for her to come.

"Dylan?" she muttered, a handgun in her hand.

"Val," he replied to her, looking at the gun.

"The gun's for just – never mind," she said, letting him in. "Come inside."

She shut the door behind her as she watched Dylan take off his jacket.

"What are you doing here?" asked Valerie, her arms folded across her chest.

Dylan stepped closer to her and gently pulled her closer to him. He traced her face with his finger and looked in her eyes.

"Dylan," she muttered.

He pressed his lips on hers' and began to kiss her passionately. She took off her sweater and he pulled down her skirt. She took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. She pulled his pants down with her legs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Dylan moved towards the couch, laying Valerie down. He slowly took off her thong, moving his hands inside her thighs. She moaned and held on to his neck.

"I can't do this," muttered Dylan, stopping himself. "I can't. I love Brenda."

"Then why are you here?" asked Valerie, kissing his neck. "Besides, we're already on the couch…"

Dylan's mixed emotions got the best of him and he continued to unclothe Valerie. As soon as they were both completely naked, Dylan entered Valerie, moving his hands on her back. Valerie tightened her legs around Dylan's waist she comfortably let him in.


Luke quietly entered his home with Brenda resting on his shoulder. As he turned on the light switch, the light revealed a mess. The furniture were torn and messed around with. The beds were turned over. The frames and glasses shattered. Plates broken and cups smashed.

"What happened?" asked Brenda.

"I don't know," muttered Luke, pulling Brenda close to him. "But I have someone in mind."

"I'm calling 911," murmured Brenda, reaching for the phone.

"No," said Luke. "It's fine."


ONE MORE CHAPTER UNTIL S1 is finished! Stay tuned! The LAST CHAPTER for this SEASON will be EPIC! Jim and Cindy returns, New Year's party at Casa Walsh, Dylan finds comfort in someone else, Luke and Brenda's place is attacked!