You have no idea how sorry i am to all of you for this delay. After extensive searching through my computer, i discovered i had deleted my file, so i've had to re-write all the chapters (apart from Chapters 1 and 2).

Thankyou to p3h20, BRiNItA, hjj48jc42, HRae83, kikoobis, CrystalPersuasion, and Two Bodies One Soul for your comments and encouragement for me to continue. It's really appreaciated.

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Chapter three

He was still living that dream as he walked along the sidewalk with a Starbucks coffee in hand. He couldn't remember waking up, or the joy he felt seeing the sun outside his hotel window, or dancing his way down the street to his favorite coffee store, or then hailing a cab and heading back to the house he'd left the night before.

All he knew was that now standing on the idealistic porch of the house he now stood before; nerves set in and began to drive him mad. He was about to knock one the door when it flew open to reveal a boy of about 16 or seventeen.

"Can I help you?" He asked in a tone that told Dylan this kid was a stuck up little brat.

'Great, Beverly Hills follows me everywhere.' Dylan thought to himself. "Is this Brandon Walsh's home?" Dylan asked the kid.

"Yeah, but he had a late flight last night so he's still in bed." The boy explained, looking back into the house.

"Joey?" A woman's voice called, and down the hallway, Dylan saw a woman with dark hair whom he knew he'd met, but he couldn't for the life of him think where from.

"Mom, this guy's looking for Brandon." Joey explained to his mother, who now appeared in the doorway.

"Dylan McKay?" The woman asked, and Dylan was still racking his brain and memories trying to think how he knew her.

"Yeah?" Dylan was confused.

"Melissa Coolidge, well, Walsh now actually. We went to school together." She smiled, holding her hand out for him to shake. "Joey I'll call you at eleven." She directed to her son.

"Yeah okay mom." Joey sighed leaving the house and around the fence, disappearing from sight.

Dylan was still confused and immediately tried to think back to the night before when he had seen Brandon at the airport. He had felt certain that it was Brenda he had seen, and the sight of that little boy was driving him mad. Although now that he thought about it, Brandon hadn't been with Melissa at a time when that boy was born. He was still confused as Melissa invited him in.

"Sorry about B. He flew in from Hong Kong late last night after visiting his parents. Jim's just been diagnosed with Cancer and Brandon was trying to talk him into coming home, what now that Brenda's back in the states with little Christopher." She continued talking, but Dylan had stopped listening. Brenda was back in the country, and had a son?!

"So tell me about you?" She finally asked and it took a few moments for Dylan to realise what she had said.

"Oh, well I've been in New York for the past 6 years, living with my now ex-girlfriend. We together owned a club but I walked out the other day, and I don't care about anything anymore. Quite frankly I don't think I've cared about anything for years." Dylan sighed, taking the glass of soda Melissa offered him. "To be quite honest I don't know what to tell you about myself other than what I just did. And I was in the neighborhood and remembered I owe Brandon a visit so I stopped by. How long have you and he been married?" He asked, still unsure how long that had happened.

"It's coming up to seven months. We met up in Chicago where he was doing some work and I was living. We got talking and before I knew it I was on a plane here and we've been together ever since. Joey loves him, remembers when he was still a baby and Brandon gave him ice cream." She smiled remembering the anger she had felt when she saw her son, melted ice cream dribbling down his face.

Dylan nodded taking a sip of his soda, his thoughts returning to Brenda's back in the states with little Christopher. Those thoughts would plague him until he had answers.

"I'm not dreaming. I am hearing Dylan McKay's voice in my humble home." Brandon's voice announced his presence, and Dylan had to laugh when he saw one of his oldest and truest friends standing before him in some pajama pants, his hair standing which-way, everyway, and his arms wide open.

"You're delirious." Dylan commented placing his glass on the counter and giving his friend a hug.

"And I'm jet-lagged, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about." Brandon responded chuckling.

Melissa excused herself from the room leaving the two men alone, Brandon now with a glass of juice in his hand.

"So what are you doing in this part of the world?" Brandon asked after they had exchanged basic pleasantries.

Dylan patted him on the back. "It's a long story, man. It's a very long story."