Chapter 37 Flight 327

"Just go Matt…I listened to what you had to say and now just go." Kelly said calmly with tears in eyes.

"Haven't you ever made a mistake? Something you regretted doing and if you could take it back you would and everything would be back to normal and everything would just fit into place?" Matt pleaded with her.

Kelly looked up, "Yeah." she whispered and took a deep breath. Yeah she regretted many things in her life, not marrying Brandon was one of them. Not begging him to stay in L.A., choosing herself all those years ago. Going around in circles with Dylan when Kelly always knew the only reason he even remotely tried to be with her was because Brenda was gone. There were too many regrets she had lost count and the fact was she wasn't going to do it anymore.

"Then why won't you forgive me?" Matt walked toward her.

"I trusted you and just because you wish it didn't happen doesn't mean that it didn't. You slept with someone else…a stripper." Kelly shook her head in digust, "I don't even know you. Take your stuff and go…this is one thing I will not look back and regret doing." Kelly said sternly.

"Kel." Matt moved toward her again but Kelly put her hand up.

"GET OUT." Kelly yelled feeling her face flush because she was upset.

Matt sadly nodded and turned toward the door, "Take your crap with you." Kelly tossed a bag of random things that he kept at her apartment. Kelly wiped her eyes and shoved the door closed after he had made his way onto the deck practically slamming it in his face.

**

Dylan sat at the counter in the Peach Pit. He stared into his coffee going back and forth in his brain on going next door and just getting loaded. He really didn't want to but it seemed fitting considering what was happening. Dylan was about to hit his 90 day sober mark. It was 2 days away and he actually was pretty damn proud of it. With everything he had lost in his life, he got through it and it had been a huge accomplishment for him. How ironic that Dylan's 90 day sobriety anniversary would be the same day Brenda was moving? He owed it to her but he couldn't tell her that either. Dylan was so engrossed with his thoughts that he hadn't noticed David standing over him.

"This seat taken?" David swallowed his pride and took the first step.

"I am not in the mood Silver." Dylan didn't look up from his coffee.

"I am not here to start anything, I just want to talk to you." David said taking a deep breath.

Dylan slowly looked at his old friend and motioned his head to sit down.

David swiveled around facing the kitchen, "I'm sorry…for being a dick…for the comments, for the stuff you don't even know I said about you, for making a move on Brenda when I knew you would freak out, and even after when I lost her for taking it out on you."

Dylan slowly looked at David, "I have no idea what you were so pissed at me for. I didn't do anything to you."

"I know." David looked up to prepare himself to come clean, "I cared about Brenda a lot…more than I led on more than she cared for me. Even though we had fun together there was always a part of me that knew I wouldn't have her like you did or do... Remember when you came home from jail, you were loaded and mad?"

"Vaguely." Dylan was honest.

"You told me something that I always remembered and it pissed me off…you told me that you and Brenda had shared something I would never have, that whether we were kissing or intimate, she would be thinking about you…and she was. And it made me mad and jealous and I could never understand why a fuck up like you…could get someone like her."

Dylan looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "I thought you were apologizing." he joked. Dylan turned serious, "I just said that cause I was jealous and high David. I did it to piss you off."

"But you were telling the truth and I think after we broke up and the fact that I lost her and how I lost her, I realized I was no better than you. And I took it out on you because it made me feel better." David looked down, "I love Valerie and there is no one else I would want to be with but…"

Dylan knew where it was going and he didn't want to hear David pour his soul out about Brenda. "David." Dylan shook his head.

"Have you ever been in love with two people at the same time?"

Dylan slowly looked over at David and smirked, "Are you serious with that? Please look at my life."

"But there was someone you wanted to be with more? Someone you connected with on every level, someone who knew you better than yourself. Was always there for you no matter what. Would take your shit when anyone else would tell you to go to hell? Who saw you at your lowest point and still loved you the same?" Dylan looked down at his coffee again.

"I know…that's Brenda…to you and that's Val to me."

Dylan bit the inside of his lip, "It doesn't matter."

"what's going on? Why is Brenda leaving?"

"Because she is talented and she wants to be an actress." Dylan slowly brought his coffee to his lips.

"Come on Dylan…this is Los Angeles, millions of people every year move here to become famous and to act, why are you letting her go to New York without you?"

"I can't go to New York, even if I wanted too, the courts won't let me, I have community service and I am on probation. She needs to go, do something and not waste her time on me. I mean shit David look at the reason I am stuck here. I was in jail for God sakes."

David sighed, "So you are doing the honorable thing and letting her go? Makes sense."

"Well I am glad you think so."

"I hope you know what you're doing because I let Val leave and it sucked, and you can't compare what we have to what you and Bren have. It's just been too long."

"You were fine, once she was gone, what was it 15 minutes before you started making eyes at Brenda?" Dylan was being a smart ass.

David laughed, "Yeah and what did I do the minute she came back? I went back to Val and even cheated on Brenda with her. She caught me with her own eyes."

Dylan looked at David, "It was the wrong time for me and Bren."

"It will never be the right time with you and Bren." Dylan gave him a look but David knew Dylan was joking, at least half joking.

David held up his hands, "I know." David started to get up off the stool, "Don't let her go. You were right, you guys share something that no one understands and that doesn't come around often."

Dylan looked up at David, "You even said you couldn't understand how a fuck up like me could get someone like her."

David smiled and sighed, "Dylan, you are so honest, you could rip someone's heart out, so loyal that you would die for your friends. We all have our moments and make mistakes but that is why you got her. Because underneath all that broodiness, and mystery, you're just like everyone else. You want someone to understand you and love you. And maybe you don't open up to many but you did to her and once she saw what you had to offer, she was done for. You guys understand each other more than anyone will ever know. There will be other acting jobs, but there might not be another you…or her. Remember that, Dylan..you're a good guy, dont lt jerks like me tell you otherwise." David held out his hand.

Dylan looked down at David's hand before making eye contact with him again, "See you around?"

Dylan nodded and gave him a small smile, "Yeah." he said softly, with his Dylan voice they all knew well. "Oh Silver." Dylan pulled back on his hand. "If you sleep with my girlfriend again…especially Brenda, I get to beat the shit out of you." Dylan smirked pursing his lips together.

David laughed and nodded, "Deal." the old friends finished off their hand shake with a snap like they had always done. "Later." David said as he walked out of the Peach Pit and left Dylan with his thoughts.

**

Brandon sat on the couch gripping the phone in his hand, "What are you saying?"

"I am saying, I want you to come meet me out here. This is such a huge thing for me Brandon, this is something I have been waiting for my whole life. I may never get this chance again."

Brandon took a deep breath, "Gina…I adore you but we haven't been together long enough for me to just pick up and leave. I am sorry. I want you to have this opportunity and you need to do it for you."

Gina sighed, "I know…I am going to miss you Brandon."

"I am going to miss you too."

"If you are ever on the East Coast look me up huh?" Gina said sadly.

"I will…good luck with the skating Gina, and if you ever need someone to give you a run for your money you know where to find me."

Gina took a deep breath, "I will not forget about you. You were like no other guy I had dated."

"Same here." brandon looked down and began plaing with the draw string on his sweat pants.

"Bye Brandon." Gina said with tears behind her voice.

"Bye." Brandon slowly closed his phone and sighed. Gina had called to tell him that she had met a sports agent in New York while she was visiting her mom. The agent knew her and had followed her career when she was younger. He offered her a spot in the sectionals and Gina couldn't refuse it. She had dreamed of skating again, and getting another chance and thought she had lost that chance. Gina had asked Brandon to come to her but Gina knew they didn't have that kind of relationship. She wasn't surprised Brandon turned it down. This was Gina chance to get back into competitive skating and considering her age, this was probably her last chance.

**

Dylan walked down the hallway to the hotel. He did think that David made a lot of points and he was going to give Brenda the ring he had bought her, he was going to tell her he wanted to commit to her and that she could go or she could stay but he wanted to be with her. He slowly stuck his key in and looked around peaking his head in. Not seeing Brenda in the living area he closed the door quietly and walked into the bedroom and found it empty.

"Bren?" Dylan called out but didn't get an answer.

"Brenda?" he said louder and walked over to the closet. All her stuff was gone, her suitcases, the clothes she had hung up. Dylan focused to the back of the closet and noticed the carry on bag was gone too. "Shit." murmured Dylan, she must have found it. Dylan reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and dialed Brenda's number. It went straight to voicemail. He hurried into the living area and for some reason the computer got his attention. He walked slowly looking at it. Dylan scanned down the itinerary and saw the unthinkable. Brenda had changed her flight from Thursday to Tuesday night, 9:50. He quickly looked at the time on his phone 9:30. Dylan opened the door and rushed down the hall smacking right into Valerie who was on his way to see him.

"Sorry." Dylan started running down the hallway.

"Wait Dylan." Valerie called out, "I have your ring." Dylan stopped suddenly and turned to see Valerie was already on his way to meet him half way. She handed over the black box.

"How?" Dylan stuttered and was out of breath.

"I borrowed your carry on and found it. Why aren't you asking Brenda to marry you?"

Dylan turned and ran to the elevator, "I am…that is if I can make it to the airport on time." Valerie heard Dylan's voice fade as he yelled and disappeared around the corner.

"Huh?" Valerie shook her head confused and shut the hotel door.

Dylan threw 20 dollars at the vallet and grabbed his own keys, Dylan knew the attendant and he pointed quickly getting the idea he was in a hurry.

"Second row, third spot."

Dylan ran and waved his thanks hopping in his car and peeling out of the hotel parking lot as fast as he could. Dylan must have driven 100 miles an hour on surface streets and through residential areas. That's all he needed was a speeding ticket but hopefully he had fate on his side. Dylan got to the airport in record time considering it wasn't that close and thank god for no traffic or Dylan wouldn't have had a chance. As Dylan parked in the parking lot he ran through the airport like out of a movie, hoping over bags and running around people, trying not to pummel into them. Dylan stopped suddenly at the screen, his eyes quickly scanned down, "flight 327...327." he whispered…"327." He said out loud, "Now boarding…gate 22." Dylan zipped through security and ran as fast as he could as the number on the gate got bigger, finally seeing gate 22. Dylan stopped at the desk bending over trying to catch his breath.

"Brenda….Walsh…I need to talk to her…please." Dylan said in breaths hardly any sound.

"I am sorry sir, do you have a boarding pass?"

"No…its an emergency, can you get her." Dylan raised his voice and bent up.

"I am sorry sir, once these door are closed I can't open them up, the plane already started taxing out." the women pointed towards the window.

Dylan moved his hands through is hair and shook his head. He took a deep breath and exhaled, "Can you at least tell me if she was onboard?" Dylan's voice cracked with emotion.

The women felt his pain, there was something about the pleading in his eyes, the hidden tears, "I am not suppose to." she murmured looking from side to side to see if anyone was watching her.

"Whatever…it doesn't matter." Dylan looked down and began to slowly walk away.

"Wait." the women said feeling badly. Dylan turned as his eyes widened, She began typing on the computer in front of her, "What was her name again?"

"Brenda…Brenda Walsh." Dylan rested his arms on the desk and waited.

*ducks* No throwing things please. I am sorry, last twist I promise. I really truly promise. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW. Oh and by the way this was before 9/11 hence the lack of lines and security. :-)