Extra long chapter for you guys, I didnt want to split this up so enjoy, you spoiled spoiled kids you. : )

Chapter 9 Intervention

Brenda and Mike walked down the hallway laughing. They came to the door and stood looking at it. They slowly looked at each other, "I can't open the door, I love them both but there are some things I just don't want to see." Brenda joked.

"Ok…I'll do it…I have sadly seen a lot of Sean, him being my roommate and everything and hey if I get a peak at Olivia even better." Mike joked as Brenda gently smacked his chest.

"One little sex joke turned you into a perve."

"I am only kidding." Mike laughed as he gently brought his hand to the door.

"She isn't here right now, but I can tell her you called." Olivia said uncomfortably.

"Isn't it like 1 in the morning there?" Dylan asked concerned.

"Ah…yeah…she will be back soon…uh she ran out." Olivia looked toward the door hearing a knock.

"Come in dude." Sean called out.

"Does everyone have their clothes on in here because Brenda here has virgin eyes." Sean said with a smile opening the door.

Olivia sat quiet as she made eye contact with Brenda. She knew something was up with the facial expression Olivia had given her. "Hold on a second, she just walked in." Olivia said into the phone. She held it out and took a deep breath.

Brenda smiled, "Who is it?"

"It's Dylan." Olivia said seeing Brenda's smile fade quickly.

Brenda looked at Mike as he looked down. She moved slowly to the phone and took it from her. She didn't even know what to say to him. She gradually brought the phone to her ear and moved to her side of the room, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Hello?" she said sadly.

"Where were you?" Dylan said coldly.

Brenda looked at her three friends who were staring at her, "I was just out… with friends…what's up?" Brenda tried to move on to the point of the call.

"With your boyfriend?" Dylan kept his tone.

Brenda turned away from her friends and looked down, "I don't have a boyfriend…not like its your business anyway."

Olivia, Sean and Mike got the vibe right away it wasn't going to be a happy call. Olivia pulled both boys toward the door leaving Brenda with some privacy to talk to Dylan alone.

"What is that suppose to mean? Of course it's my business, I mean." Dylan voice got lower, "You're my Bren."

Brenda sighed not saying anything.

"What you're not, this new guy just came in and swept you off your feet and that's it…we are done now? Just like that?"

"Dylan…I don't know what your talking about but I don't have a boyfriend and I really don't think you have the right to say anything to me."

"You're sleeping with him aren't you? I know you are…I know you Bren…you are." Dylan said slurred.

"You're drunk." Brenda said frustrated.

"So what if I am…doesn't change the fact that you left me."

Brenda looked down, "I didn't leave you." she said quietly.

"You did…and now you are seeing someone…and that's it you just threw what we had away." Dylan said hurt yet being a jerk.

"I didn't throw anything away…Dylan…you can do that all by yourself. Why are you drinking? You have done so well for so long."

"You know why I am drinking…because I trusted people and they screwed me over, I also put myself out for you again, after a year of telling myself that things between us would never be the same and then I opened up…again. And what did you do…you stayed there, you stayed in London not giving a shit about me or my feelings, you were selfish and I heard the guys in the background so stop lying."

Brenda interrupted him, "Dylan…you're not being fair." Brenda said hurt.

"Yeah well…shit happens Brenda…life isn't fair."

"Hey…don't you dare turn this around on me. I'll I ever did was love you and was there for you. You are the selfish one, I have put up with your shit for years and never even made you suffer for the crap you did to me. And do not tell me I ruined things between us because I know you have been sleeping with Valerie. What is it Dylan? You like sleeping with my friends so much, is there not enough tramps at the bar for you to throw yourself at or do you just enjoy hurting me, do you get off on it? I was out with a guy tonight but it isn't like that and I don't have to justify who I am seeing or who I am sleeping with to you. You gave up that right when you decided to get together with Valerie. I am sick of this, I am sick of getting my heartbroken by you."

Dylan sat quiet on the phone. He felt ashamed, Valerie had hinted that Brenda had known but how much he wasn't sure. Dylan squeezed his eyes shut, "I just miss you, I didn't know who she was Bren, I swear to god. Hearing from our friends you were seeing someone was like being stabbed in the back. I don't want to lose you. I know I can't tell you to wait for me or expect you to be in a relationship with me but…" Dylan broke down. "I don't want to lose you…you are the only thing I have left."

Brenda swallowed hard as she started to cry, "You need help Dylan, I care about you I do, but you are better than this, you're stronger than this. Please get help Dylan…please."

"I need you…Brenda…I need you." Dylan pleaded as he raised his voice. "I can't do this without you. I have nothing left but you." Dylan was so drunk he was begging and pleading with her. This was not Dylan it actually scared Brenda. He seemed so depressed, so low on himself, so…drunk and messed up and so far away from her.

Brenda took a deep breath as her friends peaked in the door, they had heard Brenda yelling and they were worried about her. Brenda closed her eyes and looked down rubbing her hand across her eyes, "I know." Brenda said defeated, "I know." she whispered, "I am here."

"Promise me." Dylan said quietly after he took another swig from his Black Label bottle.

"Get some sleep…call me when you have not been drinking…we'll figure it out." Brenda gave in, he was too messed up for her to be mad at him, it would only make things worse.

"Promise me Bren." Dylan said quietly as his voice cracked.

"I promise you." Brenda took a deep breath and looked at her friends. Olivia looked sad and sincere. Sean was shaking his head disappointed and Mike had his arms crossed, once Brenda made eye contact with him he looked down and bit the inside of his lip. They had heard everything, even the part about Dylan sleeping with her friend.

"Ok Dylan…I'll talk to you soon. Call me whenever, whatever time, ok?"

Dylan sighed, "I will."

"Ok goodnight."

"Brenda?" Dylan tried to stop her from hanging up. Dylan sat quiet for a moment, "I love you."

Brenda looked away from her friends and closed her eyes as she held back the tears, "I love you too." she whispered softly. "Get some sleep…bye." Brenda swallowed hard and slowly brought the phone away from her ear and looked down at it as she turned it off. She finally raised her head looking at them and began to fill in the gaps about Dylan. Everything, from his childhood, his past and their relationship. She felt as though Dylan needed a fair explanation before the disappointed judging and lectures began and before her new friends could fairly take sides on the situation.

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A couple days had past as Dylan laid passed out on his futon. He lay with his shirt off, passed out to the world as he hugged an empty bottle of scotch as the music blared through the house. He stirred hearing his name and banging on the door. Dylan's eyes slowly opened as he came too, he quickly shut them as he felt his head pound as the music blared into his ears. He got up suddenly as the empty bottle hit the ground.

"Hang on." he called out scrambling for the remote for his stereo. He finally found it pressing the power off as silence filled the house. He staggered half asleep toward the door, throwing his shirt over his head as he opened it. He was taken back to see Cindy Walsh on his doorstep, "Hi." he said stunned.

Cindy swallowed uncomfortably, "Sorry to wake you."

Dylan rubbed his eyes, "Why did you?"

"I know this is unexpected and I would have called, I just didn't think you would talk to me. May I come in?" she said concerned.

Dylan looked into his messy house and then back at Cindy, "Yeah." he said quietly "Yeah." nodding his head letting her in.

Cindy walked through the front door and looked around and smirked, "You know what's funny, all these years and this is the first time I have been to your house."

Dylan moved past her, "Yeah its kind of messed up…here have a seat." Dylan grabbed some clothes off of the futon making a clear space for Cindy to sit.

Cindy thanked him and sat down as Dylan slowly sat beside her. "Look Dylan, I know this has been a hard time for you, are you alright?"

"Yeah I am getting by." Dylan said running his hand across his face.

"Getting by is no way to live." Cindy said sincerely.

"Well…some of us don't have a choice."

"You're not alone Dylan."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but what I have broke you cant fix." Dylan said honestly.

"I came over here today because I…because Jim and I feel that its time to start over. To put whatever that has gotten in the way of our relationship behind us, and he stayed home from work today so he can talk to you."

"I got a phone…he knows the number."

"Please…Dylan, I have asked you for very few favors along the way. I have always stood by you. I am asking now, please come back to the house with me?"

Dylan stared at Cindy knowing she was right. Cindy had always like Dylan, she had always stuck up for him and always pulled for Brenda and Dylan as a couple. "Why are you doing this?" Dylan shook his head.

"Because I care about you…we all care about you." Cindy started at Dylan and gave him a sympathetic smile. Until Dylan agreed, saying he just needed to clean himself up. Which Dylan meant by a pick me up, a line of coke to wake him out of his hang over. If he had to sit and listen to Jim he wasn't doing it sober.

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Cindy opened up the front door for Dylan as he walked through looking around, "I guess something's never change." as he looked toward the kitchen.

"Let's go in the living room." Cindy said holding out her hand.

Dylan turned as he saw the gang sitting around looking his direction. Brandon, Kelly, Donna, Nat, Steve, Jim, David and Andrea looked at him. "This is an ambush, you lied to me." Dylan said hurt and angry toward Cindy.

The interventionist brought herself forward. "Dylan my name is Ellen Marks, I am an alcoholism counselor."

"Your parents must be so proud." Dylan said sarcastically, "Wait this must be the part where I say Hi, I am Dylan and I am an alcoholic."

"Your friends are worried about you." Ellen said as she tilted her head.

"Who asked you?" Dylan looked around almost disappointed she wasn't there, he didn't care about everyone at that point in that room, the only person that could make him stay there would be Brenda and she wasn't there.

"Come on man, sit down." Brandon said and he set his elbows on his knees.

"Mind your own business Brandon." Dylan said coldly.

Ellen began to tell him that everybody had made an effort to be there and the least he could do was listen. Dylan responded coldly by telling them, it better be good, it better be entertaining or he was leaving.

"Who wants to start?" Ellen turned toward the group.

Brandon swallowed hard, "Look Dylan, you may have given up on yourself, but I am here for a very selfish reason, you saved my life once, up on that mountain when we were camping. You remember that?"

"Yeah I remember so what?"

"Well, I watch you killing yourself on booze and coke or whatever you are doing and I can't help but think about if that were to happen again if you weren't around."

"You would fall off the mountain, I am not in the saving business Brandon."

"I disagree there Dylan." David spoke up, "Remember that little instance back at the beach apartment, I was doped up on meth, cops were banging on the door, you saved me then."

"Dylan…David buried a friend in high school, Brandon just buried another one, we don't want to bury you." Andrea said with a sigh.

Dylan smirked, "Alright…put your shovels away because no one is dying here, I am fine." Dylan shook his head.

"You are not fine." Brandon said sternly.

"I am fine." Dylan yelled.

"People that get high and play with guns are not fine." Brandon said looking him straight in the eye.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Dylan said as his high was wearing off.

"Sure…we aren't going anywhere." Ellen said as she looked around at the group. Dylan shook his head as he headed to the bathroom. As the gang sat quiet waiting for him to get out.

Brenda took a deep breath as she stood in the driveway and looked around, she knew when the intervention had been planned and tried to get a flight so she could at least make it, even if she was a bit late. She looked around seeing everyone's cars there and bit her lip gently. After telling her friends about the circumstance with Dylan they had offered to pay for her ticket home, which Brenda declined but after Olivia offered her miles she had through British airways, Olivia and her family traveled so much and racked up miles and points so often, her family would not even miss them, she agreed. Brenda walked up the porch with a small suitcase and gently opened the front door. She slowly set down her bag and looked at all the eyes in the living room. She looked around for Dylan not seeing him.

"What are you doing here?" Jim said angrily.

"Brandon told me about the intervention and I wanted to be a part of it." Brenda said defensively.

"Brandon? I thought we agreed we would keep this from."

"From me? Why? Dylan is just as important to me as he is any of you, I wanted to be here." Brenda said sternly to her father.

Cindy rested her hand on Jim's shoulder, "What about school honey?"

"I am not missing anything, I have to be back in London for rehearsals by Monday. I am only missing two classes and I have my roommate Olivia taking notes for me." Brenda concluded.

As Jim was about to rip Brenda a new one, Ellen interrupted and introduced herself. "I'm Ellen, I'm glad you are here, are you a good friend of Dylan's?"

Brenda shook her hand and gave her a quick nod. "This is my sister Brenda, she went out with Dylan for a few years and they have remained friends." Brandon gave a quick introduction.

"Well welcome dear." she stood to the side as Brenda made her way through the living room giving everyone a small smile and standing next to Steve, away from her father. "I had told everyone to write down or think of an instance when Dylan had hurt you because of his drinking, If you want to take a few minutes to collect your thoughts, you can tell him." Ellen said nicely.

Brenda nodded looking at everyone who had no idea what her relationship with Dylan had been. Ellen turned toward the bathroom door as it opened and Dylan made his way back into the archway of the living room. Brenda was small and she purposely stood behind Steve and Nat. "Alright fine…I am back, lets carry on the guilt trips." Dylan said feeling better after picking his high back up again. Donna preceded to tell him how much respect she had lost for him for ruining her mothers fund raiser, she told him he was always like a brother to her and how she didn't want to remember him as the drunk.

Andrea expressed her sadness for Dylan not ever coming to visit her daughter and how sad that made her that he was too smart to drop out of school.

Kelly finally spoke up, "Look Dylan, I know we didn't have the easiest time together, but at least when you were sober you had more dignity than the guy I saw licking salt off the neck of a glorified hooker."

Brenda crossed her arms and looked down.

"Did you do that to humiliate me? To get me back for falling in love with someone else? Cause if you did, it worked, it was humiliating." Kelly's eyes started to tear as she sat back looking at him but Dylan wouldn't look her in the eye.

"It isn't about you, you always think its about you." Dylan finally made eye contact with her.

"Look maybe not, but this is about you Dylan and how your using affects people, it hurts people." Jim said crossing his arms.

"Is that what its about Jim? About me? About me being the scum of the earth, I am not good enough for Brenda, I am not good enough for you to manage my money. Because as far as I can see its always been about you guys, how you feel about me, how it will benefit you. You guys need me like this because then it makes your lives look perfect and shiny. You guys will realize you need me to be sick. It's always about you, you guys don't care about anyone but yourself and lately none of you have been there for me."

"That's not true." Brenda said quietly stepping out from behind Steve. She bit her lip gently as tears filled her eyes. "I have always been there for you, and you have always been there for me, when we are together its always about you and me, about us as a team."

Dylan stood stunned as his mouth dropped slightly, "Bren?" he whispered.

Brenda moved a couple steps closer toward him, "What are you doing here?" he said quietly staring into her eyes.

"I came for you." Brenda said tilting her head slightly looking at him. "Now I don't have stories and your recent drinking and drugs has not affected me directly because I haven't been here, but it has indirectly. When Brandon told me you were using and you were drunk, my heart broke for you because I couldn't reach out to you. I may not have been here to see you slowly waste away but I was there when you called me a couple days ago, drunk, begging me to help you. Telling me you need me and here I am. I came for you…so did you lie to me or do you need me?" Brenda didn't look at anyone else but him. She knew everyone's eyes were on them, wondering, waiting but she didn't care.

Dylan looked down still in shock from even seeing her. He didn't say anything.

"We packed a bag for you, and there is a bed waiting for you in a very good hospital."

Dylan interrupted as his head popped up, "That's not going to happen…I am not going to no hospital…I go to meetings, I'll talk to people but I am not going to a hospital. I'll handle this myself."

"I am not so sure about that." Ellen said being honest with him.

"You're not sure." Dylan looked around, "That's what all you guys want?" Dylan walked up to Brenda and stood in front of her. She slowly raised her chin looking into his eyes, "Is that what want?" he said directly to her. "Is it?" he said softly, moving a piece of her hair behind her ear causing Brenda to close her eyes.

Dylan looked around again, everyone just stood there and watched him, "Can I talk to Brenda…in private?" Dylan asked Ellen but directed his question at Jim. "Please?"

Brenda swallowed hard and looked toward her father who shrugged and gave him a nod. Dylan reached down gently taking Brenda's hand as he led her through the foyer, into the kitchen and out the back door.

"What's going on with them?" Steve said confused.

Brandon took a deep breath and looked at Kelly before speaking up, "Brenda and Dylan got back together before she left for RADA. That's all I really know." Kelly looked down biting the inside of her lip.

Dylan shut the backdoor behind her as they stepped down into the patio. Dylan looked at Brenda as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. After a minute she felt his arms wrap around her waist pulling her closer to him. Dylan shut his eyes and inhaled her, "I missed you." he whispered into her neck.

"I missed you too." Brenda pulled out slowly, "Dylan…you're going to go right?"

"How long are you here for?"

"Monday." Brenda said sadly.

"I'll go when you leave." Dylan tried to make a deal.

Brenda shook her head running her fingers through his hair, "No baby, you have to go now."

Dylan looked out into the backyard and took a deep breath, "Can I go tomorrow? Will you stay with me tonight…please? You can take me yourself, I haven't seen you in months, please?"

Brenda thought about it, "I don't want to be with you drunk or high, Dylan."

Dylan interrupted her, he knew she wasn't done, "No, no booze…no drugs, just you…please?"

Brenda looked at him and took a deep breath, Ok…if Ellen says ok, I will."

"Ok." Dylan said softly even giving her a small smile. He leaned in giving her a soft peck on her lips taking both her hands in his. Brenda led him back into the living room as everyone at this point was standing up looking at them. He looked down at Brenda before meeting the eyes of his friends. "I'll go." Dylan noticed a few smiles in the group, "On one condition…Brenda takes me…tomorrow."

"No…no way Dylan." Jim said hastily.

"Dad." Brenda eyed him and then gave her attention to Ellen. "Is it ok? I don't drink, I don't do drugs, I will watch him for the night and I will bring him to the hospital tomorrow."

"I don't know, this might be a lot for you to handle honey, Dylan is an addict, he may have withdrawals, he may become abusive."

"Absolutely not." Jim said loudly crossing her arms.

"I would never lay a hand on her." Dylan raised his voice defensively looking at Jim.

"He would never hurt me, I know him." Brenda said to Ellen.

"If you think you're up for it, I don't have a problem with it, as long as you go Dylan."

"That's the only way I will go. Take it or leave it." Dylan said coldly to his friends.

The gang looked at each other not knowing what to say exactly. Brandon was the first one to speak up, reassuring his parents he was only a phone call away, and he knew Brenda better than to think she would do otherwise if she was in trouble or if Dylan did not keep his word. After some discussion, they decided it was important for Dylan to go and if he wanted to spend time with Brenda before saying goodbye to her again, then it was worth it.

Ok now how realistic this is I don't know. I watch the actual show intervention and only once did I see one of the interventionists actually let the person go tomorrow but I did want Brenda and Dylan to bond a bit, connect so to speak again before she goes back. Anyway tell me if you are hating it, liking it. I feel like most people were very hesitant about this story to begin with and I am hoping people are enjoying it. I know in the real s5 Shannen was gone and they needed to move on without "Brenda" but in my version there is no way Brenda would not be there for Dylan. And she may have been able to help him like she used to too. So anyway, let me know what your thinking.