Past, Present, Future
By: HugsandKisses
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: PG-13 maybe R in future chapters
Summary: Dylan/Brenda. Will Dylan and Brenda be able to workout their problems and be together, or is it too late? In short, True love never dies.
Author's Notes: This is the first fic that I've posted also the second fic that I wrote. I don't know if it's any good so please comment and tell me what you think. All flames will be ignored so don't even bother =). If I've gotten any information wrong please leave a note and I'll edit it(e.g. Brandon lives in "" not ""). I don't hate Kelly I just prefer Dylan with Brenda. This story is unfinished, if you want more let me know. Just to let you know that I don't know how fast I'll be posting chapters to this story, I'm in high school and well yeah...Okay onto the story.
Chapter One
Lightly brushing her fingers on the lockers as she walked down the empty halls of West Beverly High Brenda was reminiscing over the past. It seemed like forever since she last stepped foot into these halls that held so many memories of her teen years, so many memories of her and Dylan.
Hoping that she wasn't caught trespassing by the security guards that patrolled the area during these late hours she continued her trip down memory lane. As she turned the corner she was struck with flashbacks of her and Dylan's stolen kisses during the school day. Back then everything was so simple, all that mattered was that she and Dylan were together. The world was just black and white there was no gray.
How did things get to where they were now? How did her naïve dreams of her and Dylan getting married, having 2.5 children with a picket fence and a dog get to be where she was estranged from her family and friends and the love of her life was involved with her once best friend.
"You pushed them away remember, you moved out of the country to pursue your dreams."
"Pursue your dreams, right." Brenda snorted.
"You sure you weren't running away from everything. From school, your friends, family. From Dylan."
Shaking her head she made her way to the exit. Why did she leave London to come back here, to come back home, to come back to Dylan.
"He's with Kelly now. He left you in London...for her," she softly whispered to herself."
Why was she punishing herself for things that happened so long ago? No one knew of her arrival, she could easily get on the next plane back to London and pretend that her sudden urge to return to Beverly Hills never happened. She could just surpress this moment in the back of her mind, just like how she did with all her memories of her and Dylan together. It was less painful this way. There was no use in living in the past. No use in wanting something that you could never have again.
It had been 14 years since she had first met him. Even after all these years she still loved him. She thought that through time she could get over her first love. Wasn't that what people said 'Time heals all wounds.' Time didn't heal all your wounds. In this case it was just the bandage just to keep the cut from bleeding. Deep down she knew that he wasn't only her first love, he was her heart, her other half. Chuckling she muttered, "Jeeze, that's so corny."
Looking down at her watch she noticed how late it was or early. Pondering the thought of returning back to London or staying she decided to at least stay long enough to say hi to the gang then go, it was the least she could do. Images of Dylan and Kelly cuddling and being all loving toward each other invaded her mind. They were a couple and that's what couples did, although she wouldn't deny how much it would pain her to witness it. It hurt her back then and it would still hurt her now. Maybe visiting the gang was a bad idea, was it worth getting the heartache she would likely feel witnessing Dylan profess his love to her once best friend. No, she would not allow Dylan and Kelly to stop her from reuniting with the people whom meant so much to her 14 years ago and still meant something to her. Although they were not blood she still considered them as family.
She was 29 years old now, she wasn't that naïve 16 year old girl anymore. She needed to get on with her life. The Brenda and Dylan show had come to an end a long time ago and she needed to accept that. She wasn't going to lie to herself and think that she would be over him the next day, you don't 'get over' the love of your life, but she would accept that she and Dylan were not meant to be together. A sob escaped Brenda's throat, she didn't want to admit it but it was the truth. Bottom line was he and Kelly were together, they loved each other and Brenda would not do anything to cause a rift between them.
As she carefully opened the doors trying not to make a sound Brenda stepped out of the building, she was greeted with a breeze of cool fresh air. The sun would be coming up in a few hours she needed to find a place to stay. Pulling out her cellphone she dialed Brandon's phone number. He traveled back and forth from Washington D.C. to Beverly Hills several times a year. To make it easier he had bought a home here and was a resident of both locations. It rang 4 times before Brandon picked up.
"Ello?"
"Hey Brandon, it's me Brenda. I'm in Beverly Hills and I was wondering if I could stay at your place."
"Sis, how kind of you to call this early in the morning," Brandon gruffed. "Well I'm in D.C. right now so I don't see any problem with you staying there. You'll find a spare key if you pull out one of the planks on the side of the front door."
"Thanks Brandon, I owe you one."
"Yeah you do, and I'm mentally listing all the horrible things I could get you to do. Come to think of it I'm looking for a new housekeeper. Watcha think? "
"Very funny, it's nice to see how you're still cracking those jokes."
"So Bren, what brings you back home? You miss me already, I just visited you in London last month. If you called I would've told you that I was in D.C. and you wouldn't have to travel all the way down there and find out that your wonderful brother Brandon Walsh wasn't there."
"Haha, Brand you think so highly of yourself," Brenda teased back. For your information, I came down to visit the gang." Inwardly Brenda cringed, she hated lying to Brandon but she couldn't tell him that she was reminiscing about the Brenda and Dylan show and wanted to 'visit' the actual sites that said 'show' took place in. Laughing out loud at the fact that she had made it sound like it was a tourist attraction.
"You return home to visit the gang and that's funny? Sometimes I worry about you," Brandon teased. "I'll be coming down there in about two weeks. Will you still be there?"
"I don't know. I kinda came here spur the moment." Brenda decided to admit only that much to Brandon. She wasn't in the mood to hear any lectures from him. After a few moments she answered again, "Yeah, I'll still be here Brandon."
Noticing the sudden seriousness of the conversation Brandon sighed. He had a good feeling what may be the reason to his sister's 'spur the moment' visit, at the moment he chose not to voice his theory. "Good. They've all missed you. They'll all be glad that you're in town. You've got a lot of catching up to do."
"Uhhumm, I missed them too. I should let you go now, you gotta be at work in a couple of hours. I'll call you later, okay."
"He and Kelly broke up you now." He didn't know why he told her that, he wanted his sister to get over Dylan MacKay and telling her this might give her hope in being reunited with him. Even after all these years he knew his sister was still in love with Dylan and deep down he wanted to see them back together, in each other's arms where they belonged.
"I'll see you in two weeks Brandon."
Sighing he knew that that subject was closed, maybe he shouldn't have said that at all. "Yeah, I'll see you in two weeks Brenda."
Turning her phone off Brenda headed down to Brandon's place contemplating what he had just told her. Dylan and Kelly had broken up. In the past she would have thought that she could try to pursue Dylan now that he was no longer with Kelly but things had changed. She had just had an epiphany over the whole Dylan thing and she wasn't going to revert to pining over him again. He probably had a new girlfriend, and even if he was single it didn't mean that he wanted to be with her. In the back of Brenda's mind a tiny voice said, 'It also doesn't mean that he doesn't want to be with you.' Shaking her head to rid the thoughts of Dylan plaguing her mind she continued her walk to Brandon's house.
Brenda decided that she had spent way too much time thinking about Dylan, the past and the future. Walking up to the porch and lifting up the wooden plank and retrieving the spare key Brenda opened the door and slipped inside. She was gonna take a quick shower then head to bed. It had been a long day and she was going to face a lot more in the coming days.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Unbeknownst to Brenda as she was making her way into the house she didn't notice that Dylan was passing by in his car or that he had parked the car on the side and was making his way up to the house.
Dylan was going to find out who was the female entering his friend's home. He had a strong suspicion who it was, it couldn't be Brenda. Brenda was in London, thousands of miles away. He wasn't going to get his hopes up high. To say that he missed her was an understatement. Raising his fist up he knocked on the door.
By: HugsandKisses
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: PG-13 maybe R in future chapters
Summary: Dylan/Brenda. Will Dylan and Brenda be able to workout their problems and be together, or is it too late? In short, True love never dies.
Author's Notes: This is the first fic that I've posted also the second fic that I wrote. I don't know if it's any good so please comment and tell me what you think. All flames will be ignored so don't even bother =). If I've gotten any information wrong please leave a note and I'll edit it(e.g. Brandon lives in "" not ""). I don't hate Kelly I just prefer Dylan with Brenda. This story is unfinished, if you want more let me know. Just to let you know that I don't know how fast I'll be posting chapters to this story, I'm in high school and well yeah...Okay onto the story.
Chapter One
Lightly brushing her fingers on the lockers as she walked down the empty halls of West Beverly High Brenda was reminiscing over the past. It seemed like forever since she last stepped foot into these halls that held so many memories of her teen years, so many memories of her and Dylan.
Hoping that she wasn't caught trespassing by the security guards that patrolled the area during these late hours she continued her trip down memory lane. As she turned the corner she was struck with flashbacks of her and Dylan's stolen kisses during the school day. Back then everything was so simple, all that mattered was that she and Dylan were together. The world was just black and white there was no gray.
How did things get to where they were now? How did her naïve dreams of her and Dylan getting married, having 2.5 children with a picket fence and a dog get to be where she was estranged from her family and friends and the love of her life was involved with her once best friend.
"You pushed them away remember, you moved out of the country to pursue your dreams."
"Pursue your dreams, right." Brenda snorted.
"You sure you weren't running away from everything. From school, your friends, family. From Dylan."
Shaking her head she made her way to the exit. Why did she leave London to come back here, to come back home, to come back to Dylan.
"He's with Kelly now. He left you in London...for her," she softly whispered to herself."
Why was she punishing herself for things that happened so long ago? No one knew of her arrival, she could easily get on the next plane back to London and pretend that her sudden urge to return to Beverly Hills never happened. She could just surpress this moment in the back of her mind, just like how she did with all her memories of her and Dylan together. It was less painful this way. There was no use in living in the past. No use in wanting something that you could never have again.
It had been 14 years since she had first met him. Even after all these years she still loved him. She thought that through time she could get over her first love. Wasn't that what people said 'Time heals all wounds.' Time didn't heal all your wounds. In this case it was just the bandage just to keep the cut from bleeding. Deep down she knew that he wasn't only her first love, he was her heart, her other half. Chuckling she muttered, "Jeeze, that's so corny."
Looking down at her watch she noticed how late it was or early. Pondering the thought of returning back to London or staying she decided to at least stay long enough to say hi to the gang then go, it was the least she could do. Images of Dylan and Kelly cuddling and being all loving toward each other invaded her mind. They were a couple and that's what couples did, although she wouldn't deny how much it would pain her to witness it. It hurt her back then and it would still hurt her now. Maybe visiting the gang was a bad idea, was it worth getting the heartache she would likely feel witnessing Dylan profess his love to her once best friend. No, she would not allow Dylan and Kelly to stop her from reuniting with the people whom meant so much to her 14 years ago and still meant something to her. Although they were not blood she still considered them as family.
She was 29 years old now, she wasn't that naïve 16 year old girl anymore. She needed to get on with her life. The Brenda and Dylan show had come to an end a long time ago and she needed to accept that. She wasn't going to lie to herself and think that she would be over him the next day, you don't 'get over' the love of your life, but she would accept that she and Dylan were not meant to be together. A sob escaped Brenda's throat, she didn't want to admit it but it was the truth. Bottom line was he and Kelly were together, they loved each other and Brenda would not do anything to cause a rift between them.
As she carefully opened the doors trying not to make a sound Brenda stepped out of the building, she was greeted with a breeze of cool fresh air. The sun would be coming up in a few hours she needed to find a place to stay. Pulling out her cellphone she dialed Brandon's phone number. He traveled back and forth from Washington D.C. to Beverly Hills several times a year. To make it easier he had bought a home here and was a resident of both locations. It rang 4 times before Brandon picked up.
"Ello?"
"Hey Brandon, it's me Brenda. I'm in Beverly Hills and I was wondering if I could stay at your place."
"Sis, how kind of you to call this early in the morning," Brandon gruffed. "Well I'm in D.C. right now so I don't see any problem with you staying there. You'll find a spare key if you pull out one of the planks on the side of the front door."
"Thanks Brandon, I owe you one."
"Yeah you do, and I'm mentally listing all the horrible things I could get you to do. Come to think of it I'm looking for a new housekeeper. Watcha think? "
"Very funny, it's nice to see how you're still cracking those jokes."
"So Bren, what brings you back home? You miss me already, I just visited you in London last month. If you called I would've told you that I was in D.C. and you wouldn't have to travel all the way down there and find out that your wonderful brother Brandon Walsh wasn't there."
"Haha, Brand you think so highly of yourself," Brenda teased back. For your information, I came down to visit the gang." Inwardly Brenda cringed, she hated lying to Brandon but she couldn't tell him that she was reminiscing about the Brenda and Dylan show and wanted to 'visit' the actual sites that said 'show' took place in. Laughing out loud at the fact that she had made it sound like it was a tourist attraction.
"You return home to visit the gang and that's funny? Sometimes I worry about you," Brandon teased. "I'll be coming down there in about two weeks. Will you still be there?"
"I don't know. I kinda came here spur the moment." Brenda decided to admit only that much to Brandon. She wasn't in the mood to hear any lectures from him. After a few moments she answered again, "Yeah, I'll still be here Brandon."
Noticing the sudden seriousness of the conversation Brandon sighed. He had a good feeling what may be the reason to his sister's 'spur the moment' visit, at the moment he chose not to voice his theory. "Good. They've all missed you. They'll all be glad that you're in town. You've got a lot of catching up to do."
"Uhhumm, I missed them too. I should let you go now, you gotta be at work in a couple of hours. I'll call you later, okay."
"He and Kelly broke up you now." He didn't know why he told her that, he wanted his sister to get over Dylan MacKay and telling her this might give her hope in being reunited with him. Even after all these years he knew his sister was still in love with Dylan and deep down he wanted to see them back together, in each other's arms where they belonged.
"I'll see you in two weeks Brandon."
Sighing he knew that that subject was closed, maybe he shouldn't have said that at all. "Yeah, I'll see you in two weeks Brenda."
Turning her phone off Brenda headed down to Brandon's place contemplating what he had just told her. Dylan and Kelly had broken up. In the past she would have thought that she could try to pursue Dylan now that he was no longer with Kelly but things had changed. She had just had an epiphany over the whole Dylan thing and she wasn't going to revert to pining over him again. He probably had a new girlfriend, and even if he was single it didn't mean that he wanted to be with her. In the back of Brenda's mind a tiny voice said, 'It also doesn't mean that he doesn't want to be with you.' Shaking her head to rid the thoughts of Dylan plaguing her mind she continued her walk to Brandon's house.
Brenda decided that she had spent way too much time thinking about Dylan, the past and the future. Walking up to the porch and lifting up the wooden plank and retrieving the spare key Brenda opened the door and slipped inside. She was gonna take a quick shower then head to bed. It had been a long day and she was going to face a lot more in the coming days.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Unbeknownst to Brenda as she was making her way into the house she didn't notice that Dylan was passing by in his car or that he had parked the car on the side and was making his way up to the house.
Dylan was going to find out who was the female entering his friend's home. He had a strong suspicion who it was, it couldn't be Brenda. Brenda was in London, thousands of miles away. He wasn't going to get his hopes up high. To say that he missed her was an understatement. Raising his fist up he knocked on the door.
