*I do not own the rights to 90210. This story is based on characters created by Aaron Spelling and the writers of the show.* However, that said, I felt like they really destroyed their characters and stories. I have several ideas in mind to fix their mistakes in different timelines, but here's my first story. Brenda and Dylan reunion love story, and some side stories of the gang but let's face it, i'll always be a B/D girlie and I'll never get over the hurt of being robbed of them. With our Beloved Luke and Shannen both gone now, the world needs more Brenda andDylan. Those two shared an amazing connection and bond on and off screen, and they deserved better. I hope i can bring something to life to do them justice.

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Brenda blew out a frustrated breath as she waited for her bag to come around the baggage carousel. She looked around herself at the crowded LAX airport. It had been years since she'd been back here in LA, and truthfully, she didn't think she would ever come back. It certainly wasn't part of her original plan. She moved to London 8 years ago, and after graduating RADA she enjoyed a successful career as a theatre actress in the West End of London. She moved to New York 2 years ago. Brenda had gotten to a point in her career where directors were actively seeking her out to star in their productions, and she could be more choosy about the roles she took on. She'd been in countless plays, traveled all over as she toured different countries, endless cities. She'd even won some awards for her performances. She'd lived. That's all she ever wanted for herself. Brenda had always felt like a disappointment to her parents. She always felt as if she lived in the shadow of her twin brother, Brandon. He lived in D.C. and was brilliant when it came to things like Politics, Journalism, even sports. He was successful, responsible, smart without even trying, and she always felt that her parents compared the two of them, and that she just didn't measure up. Years ago, she promised she would do whatever it took to make something of herself. Not for her parents, just for her.

Brenda wanted to feel like she had become something, all on her own. She wanted to follow her dreams and be successful, without the weight of expectations or fear of disappointment from her parents. She felt like she had succeeded in that. Being an actress in so many plays had taken her to places she never thought possible. She'd been all over Europe, visited Italy, Scotland, Australia, Ireland, Brazil, New England. Brenda moved from London to New York when she signed with a new company that brought her back to the states. She still traveled often but her life was more stable now, staying mainly in New York and focusing on Broadway productions. In fact it was in New York that she met her fiance, Chace.

Chace was basically Upper East Side royalty. His family was well known, rich, and they were well known for their involvement in politics. Brenda didn't know any of this when she met him, and she never cared about any of that anyways. She wasn't someone who put any particular emphasis on anyone's status. After all she did live in Beverly Hills for a time growing up, being surrounded by money and rich people wasn't new for her, and she didn't care much about it then either, plain and simple.

Brenda met Chace when he attended one of her first plays in New York in the Winter of the year 2000, a little over a year and a half ago. Intrigued with her and moved by her performance, he stayed after the show to introduce himself, and they hit it off instantly. He was gorgeous, dirty blonde hair that lay messy over his ears, beautiful deep blue eyes, boyish charm and a sexy smile. Brenda was smitten with him instantly.

For their first date, Chace took her to a black and white ball that was hosted by his family every year. She found out from that date that he was romantic, funny, sweet, and genuine. Brenda hadn't been swept off her feet like that in a long time. It didn't take long for them to start spending all of their free time together, and they fell for each other in no time at all. He made her feel safe and loved. Secure and confident. Happy. All the things you should feel in a relationship. She never had to doubt his love, his intentions, what he really wanted, who he really wanted. So when Chace proposed to her last month, she said yes.

Brenda had everything she thought she wanted from life. Brilliant career, success, great friends, supportive family, a loving fiance. Despite all of this, she couldn't shake the fact that something was missing from her. Something that had been missing for a long time. Something that left her empty years ago, and no matter what she did to try to fill the space, it was never enough. She never felt quite whole. Nothing could be done about it, all she could do was push it down, and try to live life as fully as she could.

Her bag finally emerged from the baggage carousel and she lifted it with a huff and started toward the exit doors. Brenda took a deep breath, inhaling the warm LA air as she prepared to get a taxi. As she rode in the backseat silently, she couldn't believe that she was back here. It wasn't her idea to come here. In fact she would have chosen anywhere else. But her play's tour has LA scheduled for their last 3 shows, starting in 2 weeks. Brenda came early to visit her parents, who only just moved back here from Hong Kong a couple of months ago when her father retired. Chace would meet her here next week so that he could spend time with her and her parents in person. He would also finally get to meet her brother Brandon, whom he'd only ever heard about, but they'd never all been in same place. As dreaded as this trip to LA proved to be as far as bad memories, Brenda was actually looking forward to spending time with her family all together again for the first time in years.

Instead of staying at her parents, Brenda opted to get her own hotel room. Brandon would be arriving in the next couple of days, and she figured her brother could stay in her parents guest room, and Chace would arrive and stay in the hotel with her. The play production paid for her hotel stay anyway so it was the easiest thing, besides, this way she could retreat to her own space if anything got too overwhelming. The production had booked the cast rooms at the Beverly Royale, formerly known as the BelAge, not her first choice considering her history in the building, but she couldn't complain too much. They even allowed her to come early and still pay for her extended stay. She paid the cab driver, and strolled into the hotel with her bags, anxious to sleep off the travel. She would visit her parents first thing in the morning. The hotel lobby was busier than she would have expected, but it was a Saturday and there was apparently an event happening in the ballroom inside the hotel so she wasn't surprised. Brenda checked in, and was given room 924. She went to grab her luggage, but the desk clerk quickly stopped her.

"We'll get that brought up to your room ma'am, don't worry." He smiled politely.

"Oh, no thank you, I'll get it." Brenda said uncomfortably, then smiling, hoping she wasn't being rude. She never felt comfortable with people doing things for her. Especially things she could definitely handle herself. Any time she visited Chace at his home she felt awkward with their staff serving her.

Brenda strolled through lobby, bobbing and weaving through the crowds of people and made her way to the elevator. She was surprised to find it totally empty considering the amount of people that were downstairs. The place looked nearly identical to how she remembered it from all those years ago. Once Brenda was in the elevator, she allowed herself to remember one of the many moments from when she came here in her younger days, perhaps the most significant moment. She never let herself remember. In fact she usually tried to force herself to forget.

Flash

Brenda overhears him arguing with his father, and then stops him from taking a drink since he has to drive her home. She follows him out of the hotel room.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." She said.

"Good" he said. Short. Blunt.

"Do you want to take a walk on the beach or something?" She asked, pleading, trying to calm him.

"Yeah and check out the homeless people, that would be great" he spits sarcastically.

"Dylan I don't know what happened up there…"

He turns on her "that's right you don't!" He yells.

"If you'd let me finish!" Brenda was yelling now too, frustrated with the situation and getting scared.

"Excuse me I have a nag for interrupting things!" His voice raising even higher.

"Dylan!" She pleaded with him to calm down.

"I'm real good at interrupting things because I've had enough noise for one night, ok?!" He continued yelling at her.

Brenda is getting emotional now, the whole scene playing out causing her to be afraid. She didn't know what was happening, and she was ready to leave. She calls out to the doorman for a taxi.

"Forget the taxi!" Dylan yells to him.

"No…I want a taxi!" Brenda yells back. Ready to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

"No just come on, damn it!" He yells again.

"Stop yelling at me!" Brenda pleads with him.

He reacts, and grabs a potted plant on a nearby ledge, throwing it onto the ground to release his frustration. It shatters and Brenda turns and runs. Terrified of the situation. Terrified of him. She runs.

He runs up behind her, wrapping his arms around Brenda's waist from behind, hugging her close, and whispering "I'm sorry…I'm sorry" in her ear over and over. Like a chant, a prayer that she can forgive him for losing his head.

"Just let me go" she pleads, his chants of apology doing nothing to make her forget how scared she is.

He roughly turns her toward him. Desperate. "Brenda, I'm an idiot…please don't leave" he pleads, emotion evident in his eyes.

"You're scaring me!" She admits tearfully, pulling herself free from his grip.

She watches as he gives in to his emotions, leaning against the wall, tears evident in his voice, "I'm sorry." He whispers.

Brenda couldn't help it. Even though two seconds ago she was terrified…she can't help but be concerned for him. This boy has intrigued her from the moment theirs eyes met at his locker. Some powerful connection was formed instantly, and she felt drawn to him. A magnetic pull toward him, and seeing him break down in front of her only strengthens her desire to get to know him. To be there for him. To make him feel safe. She reaches out and touches his arm… "what happened?" She asked sweetly, putting concern to her voice to let him know she's here for him. Here to listen. Not to judge.

"He just gets to me…he always gets to me." Brenda knows he's talking about his father from the argument she overheard. He continues, voice breaking, thick with tears. "I don't what I'm supposed to…" his voice breaks then, and instead of finishing, he pulls Brenda in close. Hugging her tightly, his body shaking with tears as he nestles into her neck, relishing in her comfort. She wraps her arms around him tightly, allowing him to melt into her. Holding him as he cries.

After a moment, he pulls back to look at her through glassy red rimmed eyes. His eyes are laced with lust, want, need, and something else…love? Brenda stares back, their eyes meeting in a powerful acknowledgement that everything is about to change. He pulls her tightly against him and crashes his lips into hers. She is shocked by the urgency, but more surprised by the way her body responds to him. Dizzy with want, heart racing, butterflies swarming in her stomach. He enters his tongue into her mouth, kissing her so passionately that it takes her a minute to catch up to where he is. Tongues dancing together as they share an intense, emotionally and physically charged first kiss. One that neither of them would ever forget.

Ding

Brenda is pulled out of her daze as the elevator lands on her floor. She takes a deep breath, grabs her suitcases, and heads to her room. She pushes the memory far down. No. She can't let this trip to LA take her back to that place. The place where he lives in her heart. The place where she has all of her hurt buried. She shakes her head, trying to release the memory. She doesn't want to remember. It hurts to remember. She enters her room and flops herself onto the bed. Brenda lets out a frustrated groan. Her first night back in town, and the first thing that she remembers is her first date with Dylan McKay. Great, she thinks. This trip might be harder than she thought.

*Hopefully not too slow of a start, but I really want to dive deep into their character development and give the audience insight into their thoughts and lives. This story will not be in first person, but it will shift back and forth between Dylan and Brenda's POV to give you insight into each of them and how the story unfolds in their own experiences. Next up, we get into the head of Dylan McKay.*