Authors Note: I own nothing. No ownership rights to Beverly Hills 90210.

Chapter One

"Looks like Brenda finally found someone who can keep up with her on the dance floor."

My head quickly swivels in amazement at Brandon's memory, we all weren't like him afraid of the two step. "Jones are you forgetting how well I used to keep up with her?" I smile and look back at my ex, "you should of seen us in Baja we danced up a storm."

"Too bad that storm followed you back to the border."

"Yeah…" I take a big gulp of my too hot drink not wanting to dwell on that natural disaster and the destruction it wrecked on both of our lives. When the metallic taste of burnt tastebuds is all I can focus on and with my mouth finally protesting anymore scalding coffee, I get the nerve to ask what I've been afraid of since my choice. "So is it serious?"

"Could be." Seriously? That's it, that's about as helpful as him breaking my window tonight, "you going to tell me what's between you and him?" I look at my best friend my brother, he's a pale version of the twin he used to be, that one would have demanded he know everything about the guy currently swinging his sister around the dance floor, he wouldn't give me a choice.

"No Jones that's a story for your sister's ears only. I've only denied telling her the truth she had a right to know three times and each time has ended badly for us, I'm not doing it a fourth." He raises his eyebrow but I'm not the least bit persuaded to tell. Bren has the right to make choices for herself, and if she thinks he's someone she can trust then I'm not going to ruin this for her, or have Brandon potentially inform everyone of Stuart's past, putting her more at odds with everyone in her life. "Can you distract him while I cut in?"

"Sure, I haven't done my sports interrogation of him yet so basketball through to hockey that should buy you a couple of song's. Just give me the nod if you need more time as I can unpack some of his thoughts on the top ten best moments from the World Series's."

I smirk, "will do."

It's a seamless exchange, I tap on the shoulder to cut in and Brandon swings his arm around Stuart's neck guiding him away before he can protest. Brenda looks at me amused, "you two should be the twin's."

I step closer and begin dancing with her, something we haven't done since prom. "Nah, I like the Minnesota combination we got."

She smiles, "you doing okay?" I raise one brow in question, "Dyl you held me together after I had a gun pointed on me, I just want to make sure someone's doing that for you now?" My face must give the answer away as she subtly squeezes my hand that she's holding, it reminds me of the squeeze she gave me the night before Jack's funeral. It grounded me then, anchoring me back to my body that so wanted to flee, it does the same now.

"I bought a gun." Her whole body stiffens in my hands but she doesn't say anything, "I thought if I had had one, if I knew how to shot it I'd never be at risk of that happening again." She still says nothing, no questioning my logic, telling me I'm wrong- an idiot, no telling me she hate's it, or that I'm acting out some Wild West fantasy, she just stays silent and waits for me to tell her more. "The puzzle of your parents, Brandon left it at my house so they wouldn't see, I was in the shower and he thought I wasn't home. Your brother broke a window so he didn't arrive here tonight without it."

She groans and shakes her head at her twins stupidity, "Grandma Walsh saw the gift at a golden anniversary a few months ago and loved the idea, she's been on our case to organise it for them. Brandon, well you know how he hates disappointing people and actively avoids even acknowledging let alone addressing any conflict in his personal life if he can. He'd do almost anything to avoid creating it, though this is a new low for him."

"Yeah that's B not wanting to disappoint." I spin her around, this wasn't the conversation I came over to have but it felt good to air it. "I heard the glass break and well I thought someone was breaking in." I breathe deep and then in one exhale tell her, "I pulled a gun on your brother. I was prepared to shot until I realised who it was." Her nails biting into my hand is the only indication that she heard. "I know I'm getting rid of it tomorrow, Brandon and I are going to throw it into the bay."

She looks at me, drilling my authenticity with her eye's trying to see the truth in what I just said. "In broad daylight? Two men throwing a gun into the water, in view of people relaxing in sunny California on a Sunday when everyone is out and about… well that won't be suspicious at all." I try and hold back my laugh at her sass but I concede the point she's right it's not a great plan.

"Got a better idea Bonnie?"

"Absolutely Clyde, want to take me fishing tonight? It's been a couple of months since we walked the pier together and I found it pretty cathartic last time."

"Me too. Highlight of my year so far." As I spin her around I see Stuart approaching us alone, shit I wasn't paying attention to Brandon- I need more time. Not seeing a way to maintain dancing with her without causing a scene I realise I won't be able to have the conversation I came over here to have. I lean in close. "After the party it's a date."

He's five feet away, I quickly turn us again so my back is to him, "Bren I know Stuart from my bad old day's, I'm sure he's changed but ask him about Eve's okay? You deserve to know the truth, to make your own choices knowing everything. I was shit at giving you that when it counted the most, hopefully he's a better guy then me though."

He asks to cut in before she can respond to me, as he dances her away she looks over his shoulder and subtly inclines her head acknowledging she heard me.