Thank you for your lovely reviews. Chapter Two here we go! I don't own the rights to BH 90210.
Dylan muttered to himself about the sticky California heat as he ascended up the steps and into the church. He wiped at the back of his neck still grumbling, he had grown used to living in the cool weather for the past fifteen years. He had forgotten how hot Beverly Hills could get.
Dylan quickly made his way through the doors and stopped, stunned at the amount of people coming to show their respects. He politely pushed his way through the seas of people trying to find a familiar face.
He was so focused on moving through the crowd he did not notice someone reach out and grab him. Impulsively, he went to move his arm out of the grip, but stopped when it tightened.
"Dad!" he heard his son say, "Hey, over here."
He turned his head and saw his son standing off to the side. He allowed himself to be dragged through the crowd and into a larger room, where he assumed the service was going to take place. He stopped walking, when his gaze landed on a huge framed picture of Jim sitting near the front.
'It was a good picture.' Dylan thought. Mr. Walsh looked noticeably older, but the soft smile on his face brought tears to Dylan's eyes.
Sam turned around when he no longer heard his father's footsteps echoing behind him. He noticed his father's steely gaze locked onto the portrait of Mr. Walsh. He watched his father for a few moments, used to the neutral expression gracing his face.
As a child, he had a hard time trying to understand the actions of his father. He didn't understand how a handsome, multi-millionaire would give up the only life he knew in California, to re-locate to the middle of nowhere in Wyoming to live all alone.
Walking closer to his father, Sammy noticed for the first time he was crying. Sammy hesitated, not used to his seeing his father show so much emotion. His fathers laid back, go-with-the-flow attitude came across as uncaring, more often than not, but over the year's Sam had learned to decipher the meaning behind his father's actions.
He reached out and placed his hand on his father's shoulder, trying to show him some comfort.
Dylan removed his eyes from the portrait and glanced at his son, looking over from head to toe. They hadn't seen each other in the face to face since his visit last summer. Sam looked like your standard California surfer boy…tall, blonde and tan. He reached up and placed his hand on top of Sam's, giving it a few light pats, before embracing him in a hug. Dylan sniffled trying to regain his composure, sending a thank you to the powers above that blessed him with such a sweet, compassionate son.
"Look at you…when are you gonna cut this hair." Dylan teased, trying to lighten the mood. "You're looking more and more like your mother with those long goldilocks you're rocking."
Sammy pulled away from him and pushed his hair back. He looked over at his father offering him a sly grin, "Well, the chicks are dig it, so the locks stay. Plus, you can't really talk Mr. Mountain man. I'll cut my hair when you cut yours."
Dylan laughed and hugged his son again. He may look just like Kelly, but his playful spirit was all him, "I missed you kid. You look good."
"You too Pa." Sammy whispered clapping him on his back ending the hug, "Come on. Mom and everyone are waiting for us in the other room."
They found Kelly and the rest of the gang standing near the back of lobby, waiting for the service to begin. Dylan glanced over each member of the old Beverly Hills Gang as he made his way to them. The emotions were flooding through him looking at his oldest friends: Steve, David, Donna, Andrea and Kelly. It seemed like just yesterday they were all at the Walsh's hanging out and having a good time. 'How did the years go by so fast?' He thought, embracing Andrea in a hug.
He and Steve exchanged a long embrace next, patting each other on the back. He smiled at David who was fussing over one his youngest kids and kissed Donna on the cheek, who was standing next to him. Dylan made his way to Kelly next, hugging her awkwardly while rubbing her back once she started to cry. After everything that had happened between them, he no longer felt comfortable being anything other than strictly platonic with Kelly. She always got the wrong idea about the two of them.
"When is this supposed to start?" Donna asked softly. David and Donna had surprised everyone by defying the odds and staying together since their wedding day.
"Soon I think." Kelly answered, pulling away from Dylan after composing herself. "I think Erin is around here somewhere David. I know she would watch the kiddos for you and Donna while we attend the service."
Dylan excused himself from the group, deciding to use the restroom before the funeral started. He walked out of the room and down the hall, towards sign pointing in the direction of the rest room. He was reading over his program when suddenly, a small person came darting around the bend, smacking right into his legs. He clumsily fell back into the wall, grabbing onto the small child before they both fell to the ground.
"Oops." The little girl said giggling, as Dylan placed her up right. He quickly looked her over, checking to make sure she wasn't injured and froze at the item she was clutching in her hands. He suddenly found it hard to breath. The girl was holding something he hadn't seen in many years…Mr. Pony.
The girl was young, he noticed, maybe around four or five. She had long black hair and tiny bangs that were held back by a single black ribbon. She was bouncing nervously on her feet, anxiously looking around, before letting her eyes settle on him.
"Are you lost?" Dylan asked kindly, lowering himself to one knee to be on her level.
The child hesitated before answering, clutching the stuffed animal tightly to her chest. "Mummy says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
Dylan smiled remembering how Sammy acted at this age.
"Your mommy is very smart. You should not talk to strangers, but I'm not a stranger ask Mr. Pony… we go wayyyy back." Dylan said in a funny voice, reaching out and tapping the stuffed pony on its nose.
The tiny girl let out a laugh and smiled at him. She loosened the grip around the toy and opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by someone else.
"Prue?" They heard a voice call out. "Prue? Where did you run off to darling?"
Dylan forgot how to breathe as Brenda Walsh rounded the corner. He was lucky he was kneeling on the ground or else he would have fallen over from the surprise. As she walked closer, Dylan felt something in the air shift. He closed his eyes, feeling the chemistry crackle around him. No matter how many miles were between them or how many years it had been, he would always feel that spark with Brenda. It was like they were two magnets, forever attracted.
TBC...