Authors Note: I started this in mid February and now it's at close to forty thousand words unedited I think its safe to post without impacting on the other stories.

It wanted to be called Unbreakable every time I tried to change it it wouldn't work.

Authors Note: I own nothing. No ownership rights to Beverly Hills 90210.

Chapter One

As I walked into the lift all I could think was is he fucking serious? Did he really just threaten me like that? Two months ago I was eating dinner in his house nightly, he trusted me to take Brenda away to Baja- well until he took it back, and now he's threatening to cut off my funds and make bogus claims if I don't convince Bren to go to Paris.

When I get to my car I sit there, she's been so stressed Brandon said her excessive cleaning was because she was unhappy. She doesn't want to fight with them, but she loves me she wants to be with me. She's even willing to lose them in her steadfast hold of us. This time last year she was leaving me because I was too intense and not she's jumping right into the intensity, even risking drowning because of it. Escalating it.

She's not running, she hasn't run. She didn't run this year even with the booze, the temptations, or in Baja hearing how I tried and failed at getting over her that summer apart. She's stopped running away and now she's running right at me, anything that wants to pull us apart she's not letting it. I know she won't accept Paris now, even if she has always wanted to go she won't accept it now because she won't leave me.

Since the start I feared her leaving and now I fear her staying, what if she regrets it? What if she resents me for it? If she misses out on Paris because of this she could hate me. If she loses her family she could wake one day hating me, deciding like everyone else has that I wasn't worth it. That I have never had been worth it.

We had struggled these last few day's she knew it and so did I. It wasn't her needing me to sleep on the couch, though that hurt. It wasn't even her sharing my space, we loved sharing space. I lived this last year practically at her house, driving her home each day, studying for hours with her. I loved being in her space, I loved her being in mine. That's what had started this the need for less space. The need for me to have more of her, to have her all night, all weekend. For me to do a complete reversal of that now was ridiculous, what was the point of it all if I couldn't handle her being there twenty-four seven? I knew I was a loner except when it came to her.

No, the lack of space wasn't the issue. The issue was what was happening in that small space between us. What we were struggling with and what had finally begun to be fixed last night before that blasted letter, it was our communication our silence. We hadn't been talking. It had been our thing from the start, a lesson we had learned from day one- we talk, we listen, and it doesn't seem that overwhelming. The intensity of what we feel for each other doesn't seem too much. When we stopped doing that we'd fall down. We had begun to stop. I guess in fear of placing too more pressure on each other, fear of discussing the elephant in the room. The grey big shadow that followed us everywhere now, that had been following us since the border of Mexico, that had continued to grow bigger, more menacing with each day this lasted. What if this didn't blow over? What if he kept us a part? What if her running away escalates it too far?

We may have only been new friends when we started dating but in the last two year's she had become my best friend, we talked about everything. It was a weird experience, a weird intimacy. I liked her in my life, I liked her knowing every part of my life. We had a shorthand with each other now, I knew her so well that a look or a tone could give me everything I needed to know, though I still wanted her to tell me herself. I liked the sound of her voice, and I liked hearing it in her words. And I especially liked knowing that she knew me the same way. My mystery had long since dissolved between us, and I knew for the first time in my life I was seen for me. Not for the shell, the family, the bravado but for me, the quiet messy reader. Messy both literally and figuratively, with the former giving her an outlet to harness her need to control something.

Thinking a drive would be good I get into the lane to turn onto the highway, and immediately my gut screams no. Surviving this long by trusting my instincts I quickly do a u-turn and change course. It doesn't take me long to work out that me driving to clear my head, to sort this out by myself is the worst idea. We had begun to communicate again, we had begun to feel like us again and now I was about to go against that- do this on my own. No she was my best friend, my lover, the only one I trusted- I tell her everything.

As I get to the door, I see her anxiously waiting for me. We aren't due there till six we have nearly four hours to figure out what we should do. She's on her feet within seconds of me turning the knob, she doesn't say anything but looks at me. I hadn't spent hours digesting enough so I could put on a poker face so when she looks at me she see's it all. She gives me a sad smile and walks up to me. She leans up and kisses my lips, "I love you. I'm completely in love with you." I wrap my arms around her. I needed to hear that more than I even knew I did.

"I love you, it's intense and scary." I breathe in the smell of her hair, "I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much it scares me at times."

She pulls back and looks into my eyes, "me too. It scares me too but I'm not willing to let you go. I never want to let you go." She picks up my hand resting on her hip and places it over her heart, "if you weren't in there it would feel empty. Having felt it this full, feeling it grow fuller each day, I don't know how I could go on if it wasn't there." I lean down and kiss her, I know exactly what she is saying. I tasted that emptiness last summer, I ran to Baja after I walked away from her in the school, after she rejected me again. I tried to chase the emptiness away but when I kissed that girl I felt even emptier, nothing in me wanted to take it further or kiss her again, it was a feeling repeated with Emily and Sarah.

The complete emptiness only lasted a few day's, it gradually lessened when I was welcomed into her home after my accident. It became clear by her stubbornness that she loved me still, it filled a little each time she touched or showed me she still cared, but it was only when she said she wanted me back did it completely go. The hollowness evaporated with those word's. I never want to feel that again.

I pull back from our kiss, "I'm not losing you again. We were apart last summer, we found our way back but I'm not willing to feel that again. We know we can be alone, we know distance changes nothing just makes us miserable. Whatever we decide I'm not going to give up on us."

She kisses my lips then pulls back and leads me to the couch, "tell me everything."

She knew he was coming after my trust and it's assets, but I told her last night I thought he had no grounds, when I tell her of his threat how he was going to base his claim on illegal behaviour she just bowed her head took a moment to shed some tears and then lifted to meet my eyes. My girl could be as dramatic as they come, but like when she talked Emily down from lighting herself and that float on fire, when she spoke to the police about the hold up, or how calm she was in the face of a cancer scare, my girl had a level of maturity beyond her year's when required. She saved the drama for teenage moments but the serious stuff she reigned in her emotions and used her head. When I told her of Paris she instantly understood the deal. "I go away, you keep your money and my Dad claims victory. He wasn't counting on you telling me everything, he wasn't counting on you telling me the hideous threat."

"No he wants me to bring you there tonight and then when he tells you he wants me to support it, that's the deal. You on that plane and he leaves me alone."

"Is he thinking six weeks will break us up? We were apart for longer last summer, nearly three months and we still couldn't move on, couldn't let the other go."

"I think he at a minimum is hoping for space for all of us, maybe space and your gratitude. I think he also knows that keeping that secret from you, and me knowing that he is essentially exiling me from the family by going to this extreme- telling me I'm unwanted; I think he is hoping that it will make me pull back."

"He's playing on your desire to belong-"

"Bren he's not playing he clearly is saying I don't."

She surprises me by turning and straddling my thighs, she holds my face between her two palms. "Dylan you are my family, you belong with me. It scared the hell out of me last year but I haven't changed my mind since Palm Springs. One day we are getting a big house like that and our grandkids will be there running around." I give her a smile, "you won't need my family to belong to because you and I will make our own."

Her words were like magic, my insecurities had been screaming at me for weeks ever since he wanted us to stop seeing each other. Ever since he pulled his support for us away. I kept thinking I was losing a family that Bren was risking losing her's, but I'll only be losing my family if I let the woman on my lap wanting me forever go. I pull her closer and kiss her passionately. We've been sharing loving kisses since I got home, and even last night. This one wasn't just love this one was a fierce passion. We get lost in each other and as I think about taking her to my room she pulls back.

"Baby I'd love to, believe me I would, but with his threat I want it very clear at no time of me staying here were we intimate." My groan is loud and fills the room- she giggles. "Yes that about sums up my frustration as well." She then leans in and kisses my neck just below my ear before gently sucking on my earlobe, I pull her closer. "One day we'll be able to have each other as much and as often as we want. You'll be required to to help me create those children so we can have those grandchildren, but right now we need to focus on making sure that future becomes a reality."

I groan again, "woman you drive me crazy."

"Good."

Kissing up her neck I decide while we may not be able to take this further I'm not willing for her to have any distance with me. I need to know she is there and will always be there with me. "I can't see him accepting you rejecting Paris, even if you move back in there he'll not want us together. He wants us to have space away from each other."

She moves closer running her hands through my hair, "this is even too much space." I smile as I kiss her neck, I know exactly how she feels.

"Do you want to go to Paris?"

"Yes but not like this. I don't want to be paid off just so my Dad has time to adjust to us. He's had two year's." I chuckle into her neck, "I don't see how to say no though without him following through on his threat. I'm not willing for you to risk your independence, your financial security just because I don't want to do something. Can you come with me?"

"That's devious, he'll lose it if he found out."

She leans down and kisses me. Against my lips she whispers, "you and me in the city of love for weeks imagine the fun we could have."

I kiss her passionately, "no need to imagine I can give you a preview." She places her hands on my chest.

"Is that a yes?"

I sigh and shake my head, "he'll see it in my accounts I couldn't hide that amount of money leaving it even if I claimed I was spending the rest of the summer in Baja."

She pulls back and looks at me seriously, "Baby do you want my Dad looking after your money still? In light of today are you okay with it?" We don't lie and she'd be able to spot it if I did. I shake my head. She leans in and takes my face in her palms again. "Well then let's get this sorted." She moves to stand up.

I pull her back, "woman where are you going?"

"To get your phone and call Iris, she made the trust she can break it." I give her a nervous look she understands straight away, "Baby she might like my parents but she loves you. She won't be happy that you have been threatened and that he is misusing his position to control me. And then there is the other thing…"

"Other thing?"

"Your mother loves us together. She thinks I'm a good influence-"

I chuckle, "Baby in your letters you haven't told her about you lying and going to Baja with me have you?" She shakes her head and looks bashful. "Well in my calls to her neither have I. Go grab the phone and get ready I imagine this will be a long long conversation."