AN: Wow I am overwhelmed by all the reviews! Thank you so much! And that last review from GUEST really made my day! I'm so happy if a part of this story touched you or gave you a nice escape. I love to know which parts make you happy or sad or what your favorite scenes, characters or lines are. While I like to write the stories I would want to see, I so appreciate hearing your thoughts on these characters.

And yes, GUEST the Next Gen have their own triangle :D I'm also curious to know how you picture the kids. I always imagine which actors the characters would look like :DD Would love to hear your interpretations :))

Unrequited Love

Damn, I wish I was your lover.

I'll rock you 'til the daylight comes,

Make sure you are smiling and warm.

I'll do such things to ease your pain,

Free your mind and you won't feel ashamed.

Kelly made sure her robe was closed as she fidgeted anxiously. "Hi." She whispered, almost flustered after the racy dream she had just had about him.

He walked straight into her living room without looking back. "I'm losing my mind."

"Dylan, my daughter's asleep." Kelly whispered urgently

"I'm sorry." He paced around, "It's just - You're everywhere. And I don't know what to do. Us... The memories... It's taken over my house. And maybe it's my own fault for not dealing with it but... I feel like my subconscious is telling me to face this."

"Face what?" Kelly asked curiously. Dylan inhaled deeply.

"...There must have been a reason I held onto it." Dylan said, practically to himself. "In another continent, when I don't see you everyday, when I'm not around anyone who could bring you up, it was easier to forget. But I kept it for a reason so..."

"Dylan, what is it? What's going on?"

His hand searched his back pocket to pull out the ring but, before he could, Pamela stood at the top of the staircase

"Mum?" She called out, walking down, "What's James' dad doing here?"

"Oh... uhm... well." Kelly struggled

"I uh just came to talk to your mother about Cameron." Dylan assured. He then turned back to Kelly, "I'll go." He drawled. Kelly just stood there, watching as he waved at Pamela before leaving.

Kelly turned back to face her daughter. "Well, I'm off to bed." She exclaimed, her hands flailing about as she made her way upstairs. Pamela looked at her suspiciously.

Pamela was walking along the beach the next day in the afternoon when she found Thomas sitting outside her cabana on one of the lounge beds. She knew this was a better time than any to face what happened head on.

"Hey..." She breathed out warily.

"Hey!" He grinned. He seemed happy to see her.

"Well... This is awkward." She chuckled as she sat on the lounge bed beside him.

"Is it?" He looked confused. She offered a faint smile, appreciating that he kept the tone light and easy-going.

"Listen." She began "About last night... " She shook her head, and chuckled nervously, "It was a silly mistake. Maybe it was the alcohol." She guessed

"You had one drink." He replied, not taking his eyes off of her.

"Okay... maybe it was the joint-" She shrugged

"-You had two puffs." He interjected again.

"Alright." She fidgeted with her cover-up, covering her bikini. She finally looked up at him"Look, I take full responsibility for it. I wasn't thinking... I was lonely and I'm sorry." She accepted

"I'm not." He drawled, turning to look at the view of the sea.

"What?" Her eyes widened, observing him.

"Pam... " He pulled himself up to sit upright and turned to face her. "We've spent the past couple weeks together, we got closer... there's... an attraction." He gestured with his hands: aiming his hands at her and back to himself.

"I was lonely. I wasn't thinking clearly." She tried to sound firm but failed.

"I asked if you were sure, you said yes." He warned, leaning in.

"I know but-" She struggled as he put his hand on her knee.

"Look, I get it. You love James. But he's in Minnesota, and if he's not calling you, who's he talking to?"

"No. He wouldn't. And it's not an excuse. He's still my boyfriend." She declared, "...I don't want to put you in a bad situation with him, but I've got to come clean."

"Don't tell him." He drawled. Casually, laying back down on the sun lounger.

"I have to." She insisted.

"Pam... " His tone was more assertive now, "He's my cousin. He's practically my brother. If you tell him... eventually, he'll forgive his own flesh and blood." He paused, "He won't forgive you."

"Why not? People work these things out all the time. We'll get through this." Pamela panicked

"He hasn't called you." He sighed

"You said yourself he'd come around..." She insisted again

"Well, maybe not." He shrugged, "He can't call a girl once in two weeks? I've called 3 girls in one night. And none of them were as beautiful as you." He seemed so laid back about the whole thing.

Pamela looked down at the floor. He turned to face her and noticed her fear. He sighed before sitting upright again.

"Maybe he's not thinking about you but..." He said sympathetically. "I'm thinking about you." He stared at her. She eventually looked up. Her face expressed her bewilderment.

"Do you... like me?" She asked, surprised.

"Maybe I do." He shrugged, casually laying back down once more.

Pamela arrived home to find Kelly cooking in the kitchen.

"You're making dinner?" Pamela looked astonished

"Yes. It's about time we created a more family feel, don't you think?" Kelly said nonchalantly. Pamela was slightly impressed. Her mother, the blonde with the classy clothes, who attended every Beverly Hills social event with the elites was now in a comfy shirt and socks, making use of her own kitchen. Was the old Kelly coming back?

"Great." She nodded.

"How was the beach?" Kelly asked while tossing onions into a pan.

"I don't really want to talk about it." Pamela said dismissively

"Oh come on." Kelly urged, "Didn't you want to share our lives?" She teased

"Okay..." Pamela pulled up a stool. "Why was Dylan here?"

"Uh - to talk about Cameron." Kelly replied quickly, keeping her eyes on the stove.

"At one o'clock in the morning?" Pamela asked

Before Kelly could answer, Pamela's phone rang.

"It's Delilah." Pamela announced before answering. She got up to take the call in her bedroom.

"Hey, Del. What's up?" She asked

"Did you tell anyone besides me about what happened with Tommy?" Delilah asked quietly.

"No, of course not." Pamela declared

"Would he say anything?" Delilah asked on the other end

"No..." Pamela shook her head

"Well... Joey knows." She breathed out

"Joey Miller?" Pamela worried

"Yeah."

"How do you know?!" Pamela demanded

"He came to my cabana today. I tried to deny it, but he said he has proof."

"That's bull." Pamela insisted

"Pam, he says he saw you."

Later that night, Pamela came downstairs to find her mother sitting on the porch with a glass of wine. She pulled up a chair to join her.

"Not going out tonight?" Kelly asked

"Mum..." Pamela paused, exhaling deeply, "Delilah and I... We have this thing. When one of us needs to say something in confidence. It goes in the vault. It means we can talk freely, no judgment - just ears."

"Okay..." Kelly nodded slowly

"Would you be up for that?" She asked, "To share... in the vault."

"Honey, I'd love to." She smiled softly

"Okay." Pamela lifted her legs up onto the chair and crossed them. "Something happened... with Tommy."

"Who's Tommy? -Oh Thomas Walsh?" Kelly's eyes widened. "What happened?"

"We... we kissed last night."

"Oh." Kelly nodded slowly again "Did you... want to kiss him?"

"It was a stupid thing... I mean... I don't know. It was nice but... I love James."

"Okay."

"I guess it's complicated. James hasn't called. I know the connection isn't great over there. But he doesn't answer when I try to call. He's not on Facebook. And if he wanted to call, he would... Tommy was there and... we really... bonded." She sighed, "I'm not sure what to do. Now I may not have a choice. Joey Miller said he saw us... "

"Hmm." Kelly breathed out, "I think you know honesty is the best policy. If you don't tell him, someone else will. And yeah it'll be hard and painful. But the only thing worse than not telling him, is having him find out from someone else."

"What if he doesn't forgive me?" Pamela looked down at the floor, and Kelly sympathized.

"I know it's hard, baby. But you can't let that change you who are. You are honest. Speak your truth. Don't let kids like Joey take control over your narrative."

"Yeah..." Pamela shot her a faint smile." Thanks mum." She paused, "I guess I should apologise. Maybe I was a bit harsh about your situation when you were my age. I see now how these things can happen."

"Don't mention it." Kelly let out a small chuckle.

"Why was he here?" She asked after a beat

Kelly took a sip of her wine and turned to look at her daughter. "Vault?"

"Vault." Pamela nodded, smiling

"I... I have been struggling a little. My past has come back in full force. It's not something you expect to deal with as an adult... as a mother. You do your best to focus on the now and the future. But the Cameron thing... Well, it brings back a lot of memories. And those memories... there's a lot of Dylan in them. There's a lot of Dylan in my life." Kelly sighed, "When someone was so important to you, they never really stop being important."

"Are there... feelings there?" Pamela began to question whether her mother's change in attitude, and more relaxed approach, could most certainly be Dylan's influence.

Kelly thought about that for a moment. No matter how much she wanted to be honest with her daughter, she realized that maybe honesty wasn't the best policy here. Some things have to remain in her memory. "I care about him very deeply... But anything more than that... is in the past."

Kelly wondered what Dylan was trying to tell her when he barged in at one o'clock in the morning and why he was all shaky. They had agreed to say goodbye - step away from each other and accept the future as is. But although it was something she had agreed to, she hated that he didn't call or come back to finish what he seemed so urgent to say. What's more is she missed him terribly as the next few days went by, and no sign of him.

I had a dream I was your hero

I return as chained and bound to you

What is it just too good?

For me there is no other

You're the only shoe that fits

I can't imagine I'll grow out of it.

Let me in.