Episode 601

"Unexpected Expected Offers"

Cast: Annie Wilson, Dixon Wilson, Naomi Clark, Erin Silver, Navid Shirazi, Adrianna Tate-Duncan, Liam Court

Disclaimer: I don't own 90210.

Author's Note: Here's my continuation of the series from my perspective. I hope you enjoy!

Full Summary: Season 6 finds Annie and Dixon Wilson, along with the rest of the Beverly Hills' gang, lost, loved, and strengthened through each other. It's a new and different time for them, as the stakes are much higher and there is a lot more to lose. Old flames are ignited and broken families are reunited. Coming from a world of glamour and privilege, with endless possibilities in front of them, anything can happen. All in all, it's just another day in the world's most famous zip code.

"Author Annie" Drama/Romance. Shenae Grimes, Tristan Wilds, AnnaLynne McCord. Series Annie goes to Paris to begin her first European Book Tour, while Dixon deals with a serious crises in Beverly Hills. Naomi gets an offer that will send her off to New York, and Silver goes into a deep depression. Adrianna gets an offer she can't resist, while Liam and Navid receive serious news.


She carelessly fiddled with her ring finger, lightly brushing her beautiful, timeless engagement ring with her other hand. She ran her index finger around the piece of jewelry, whisking away at the thought of having to leave her fiancé in Beverly Hills for a couple of lonely months. The morning sun peered through the oval shaped window and rested lightly on her beautiful face. Her eyes danced with the sun's rays as she sat comfortably in the private jet.

Annie Wilson smiled curtly to herself as she gazed over the window to take a glimpse of her new world: Paris. Paris in the day was glorious. She gracefully waited for the jet to land on Paris soil.

"This is it," she breathed anxiously.

"Excuse me, Ms. Wilson?" asked the flight attendant. "We will be landing in a few minutes. Also, your mother wanted me to inform you that she is on standby at the airport."

"Great, thank you," replied Annie. "Just the woman I wanted to see."

Annie rested her head gently against her hand, nervous at the thought of seeing her mother again after the launch of her best-selling novel, Undressed. They had not seen each other since Annie's mother and the world found out she wrote Undressed. Her mom wasn't too fond about Annie being Author X and has continuously avoided talking about it. Annie found it a bit uncomfortable not telling her mother that she was flying to Paris to promote her novel for her European book tour. Practically being a hooker and telling the whole world was not the ideal conversation Annie had in mind with her mother. Besides being Author X, Annie did not know how her mother would react to the ring on her finger.

The jet landed and Annie carefully grabbed her luggage and headed out the door. The Paris wind hit her petite body, sweeping her short black dress around her body. She removed her dark chocolate waves away from her eyes to see her mother running towards her. Annie dropped her luggage and tightly embraced her mother. For once in a very long time, Annie felt very safe and at peace.

"Hey there daughter," Debbie Wilson chuckled, kissing Annie on the forehead. "Oh how I've missed saying that. And I miss you of course."

"Hi mom," greeted Annie sweetly. The perfect reunion, Annie thought. Nothing was going to ruin this mother and daughter moment. Annie just hoped that she would not have to bring up her engagement and her novel till later...or never.

"You have no idea how excited I was when I got your call," confessed Debbie. "I would have loved having both you and Dixon here, too." Annie smiled sweetly. "You're going to love living in Paris, Annie. I have a nice little place with a spectacular view of the Eiffel Tower that will completely blow your mind. I still shoot weddings at my studio in uptown Paris that I want you to see." Maybe her mother forgot that her daughter practically wrote the next Fifty Shades of Grey... Annie slowly removed herself from her mother's embrace and nervously combed her hair behind her ear. She slowly wet her lips and smiled shyly.

"Ms. Wilson! You forgot your carry-on on the jet," called the flight attendant, interrupting Annie's speech.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that," responded a startled Annie, reaching for her bag. "Here, let me get that." As the flight attendant handed Annie's bag over towards her, Annie's book suddenly fell out of the bag, creating a loud "thud" on the ground next to Debbie's feet. "I got it mom."

Both Wilson women quickly dropped to the floor and reached for the novel. As Annie reached for her book, her engagement ring flashed a heavy reflection against her mother's face.

"Annie," muttered Debbie, grabbing her daughter's hand. Annie closed her eyes. "Is this an engagement ring?" Waiting for an answer from her daughter, Debbie glanced over the novel on the ground and read the notorious word, Undressed, across the cover. Debbie took an uneasy deep breath and glanced back at her daughter.

"We need to talk," whispered Annie slowly, taking her hand back. "I'm engaged."

"I can see that," breathed Debbie nervously.

"There's more," added Annie, picking up the book. "I'm - I'm not moving here...I'm actually here to promote Undressed."

"But I thought," muttered Debbie, overwhelmed.

"I'm Author X, remember?" spoke Annie slowly.


Dixon's Beach House:

The California breeze dragged the smell of the ocean into Dixon Wilson's beach house in Beverly Hills. The scent of the ocean filled up the living room and brought with it the smell of fresh air.

"Do you want some coffee?" asked Dixon sweetly, swiftly moving around his small kitchen. "I'm making some for myself, do you want one?" No response came from her. "C'mon, I know you love some good coffee made by your awesome friend, Dixon." Once again, no response. "It's Dixon-made..." He smiled sweetly from ear to ear.

She sat by herself on the deck of the beach house, looking over the ocean. She wiped away a tear and quickly brushed her light brown hair back with her hands. She bit her lips nervously and massaged her neck with her delicate hands.

"C'mon, we used to drink coffee all the time sophomore year in high school," added Dixon. He nudged her with the coffee mug, but she didn't move. She rolled her eyes and shot up from her seat.

"Well we're not in high school anymore, Dixon," she snapped back arrogantly. She began to walk away from him. "I'm not the same person I was then. I'm not the same person I was a few months ago. And I'm definitely not the same person I was three days ago."

"Silver," muttered Dixon, carefully placing the coffee mugs down.

"I know I've only found out recently, but since then I can't stop thinking about it, Dixon," she gritted through her teeth. "I don't know what to do. I wonder if I should have the surgery? I think about it everyday. I wonder when my life will just end." She threw her jacket on the ground. "Damn it! What's the point, Dixon? What's the purpose in all of this! To die?"

"I know it's been hard for you, I know. But you can't think like that, Silver," added Dixon.

"No, Dixon," Silver responded aggressively. "I have -...I have cancer! I am positive for breast cancer!" She painfully shut her eyes. "I have lost my entire life. My future is disappearing right before my eyes. I am losing my life...I have lost everything."

"No you haven't," stated Dixon calmly, taking her in his arms. "Listen to me, no you haven't."

"Haven't I?" questioned Silver. "I lost my mind when I was diagnosed with a bipolar disorder. I lost my body when I decided to harvest my eggs. Now this...And now I've lost my life to cancer..." A slow tear rolled down her delicate face. "I'm 20 years old, dammit. This is not supposed to be happening to me." She buried her face into Dixon's chest. "Dixon, I have lost control of my own life. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I don't know what to do."

"Silver, no one truly has control over their lives," murmured Dixon. "You can't control things like this cancer, but what you can control is how you deal with it. You can control where you go from here. I told you to fight, because you are a fighter."

"And if I die?" added Silver, helplessly.

"Then you went down fighting...without really losing at all. Because you will have lived a life full of love and happiness..only if you choose to. More than others will ever find in their lifetime," whispered Dixon sincerely. "...and I promise to be here to help every step of the way." She rested her head gently against him, and tightened her grip around his body. He leaned in on her and placed his lips on her head.

Beverly Hills Hospital:

"Don't worry doctor," began Navid Shirazi assuringly, firmly shaking his hand. "I'll be there to help her with every step of the way."

"You make sure he does," responded the doctor to her. "You tell me if he's slacking on his duty, okay?"

"I'll make sure of that," replied Adrianna Tate-Duncan playfully, catching her balance between the crutches. She flipped her long, dark curls away from her striking eyes as she straightened her back.

"And make sure you take care of yourself as well, Navid," mentioned the doctor. Navid shyly smiled at Adrianna. "Let's not forget a stage just collapsed on you. You need to make sure you get some bed rest as well."

"I will make sure of that, too," added Adrianna, laughing. She smoothly ran her hand down the side of his strong face.

"Is there anything else she needs, doc?" asked Navid, turning his attention to the doctor.

"Just remember to make sure you rest your foot enough," added the doctor to the very eager Adrianna. "Don't put too much pressure on it. You broke your foot, remember?"

"I'll try," answered Adrianna, struggling to balance herself.

"You better," retorted the doctor with a smile. "I know you're about to be busy musician, Ms. Tate-Duncan. I saw your performance on national television for the Spencer Blane tribute concert the other day."

"You did?" asked Adrianna excitedly.

"Yes, of course," replied the doctor. "I am a big fan of Spencer Blane." Navid and Adrianna chuckled. "Don't worry, though. I think your foot will be healed before you go on your tour."

"Tour?" asked Navid, confused. Adrianna bit her lip and gazed at the floor. "What tour?"

"Technically," answered Adrianna slowly. "Since Michaela dropped out of the competition and moved back to D.C., I won the prize." Navid gazed at her with a perplexed look on his face. "I get to have the tour."

"What do you mean?" asked Navid.

"It means I get a second chance in my career," explained Adrianna, hopeful.

"So what does this tour mean for us?" asked Navid.

Washington, D.C.:

"Thanks for the tour, Herman," thanked the handsome publisher gratefully. "We'll be back."

"We sure will," added the beautiful blonde attached to his hip.

The Golden Girl of Beverly Hills huaghtily strutted down the lobby of Hotel Monaco in D.C., locked hands with her newfound man. After finally clearing her name with the press about Prince Harry Nagato's scandal in Beverly Hills, meeting with the emperor himself on national television, and evening things out with Judge Welland, Naomi Clark was finally ready to be in an open relationship with the fine, businessman, Jordan Welland.

"You know what, I don't understand why people say D.C. is so boring," chirped Naomi. "I find it quite relaxing." Jordan pressed his lips against hers'. "Well I kind of find you relaxing, too." She traced his soft lips with her finger. "How about when we get back to Beverly Hills, I'll book us a romantic couple's massage at the Beverly Hills Beach Club and order a nice room with a king-sized bed for us to relax in..."

"Is that so?" whispered Jordan sexily, taking Naomi by the waist. Naomi nodded her head playfully. "I like that idea a lot."

"Me too," hissed Naomi sensually. "Hasn't anyone told you that I come up with the greatest ideas." Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Are you going to ever answer your phone? It's been ringing for a while now," complained Jordan.

"Ugh. I swear if this is the press again. Emperor Nagato literally just hugged me on national TV, I'm practically his daughter. Hold on, Jordan," Naomi responded, grabbing her phone. "You obviously haven't watched the news! I am not doing an exclusive on the Prince! I -"

"So it is true," hissed a familiar voice over the phone. "Naomi Clark. The former party planner from Beverly Hills is really a notorious drug party animal. I guess you can believe everything you see on TV."

"Former party planner? I am still a very successful event planner woman! Thank you very much!" snapped Naomi, greatly offended. "Wait. Hold on. Who is this anyways? Martha Stuart?"

"Guess again honey," said the voice. Naomi was taken back.

"Rachel Gray," answered Naomi, calming herself down. "How can I forget. So I'm guessing you watched the news."

"I did," confessed Rachel, sighing. "And I just watched you and Emperor Nagato live on my television. So your name is cleared from the scandal and the Prince is finally making his way to a rehab center. You sure have a way of making yourself look good, Naomi. I am very proud."

"Well, you know me," responded Naomi, flattering herself. "I am very talented in a lot of things. It's a Clark trait."

"Well, you know me," began Rachel. "I strongly believe that...and I still have a job open for you in New York if you want. The girl I hired decided to stay in Tokyo so she could run my company from there." Naomi bit her lip. This was all very tempting. "You said it yourself. You are a very successful event planner. You can be even more successful if you take my offer and run my company from New York. I know you want it, Naomi."

"Rachel," muttered Naomi. "We've had this conversation many times before. I-"

"Let me tell you something, Naomi," interrupted Rachel. "My daughter Holly has had many opportunities open for her when she accepted my offer. She is halfway around the world right now working with people she never thought she could ever work with before."

"It all sounds very nice, Rachel, it does," added Naomi, dragging her words.

"I know you traded New York for love," interjected Rachel strongly.

"Actually," began Naomi quietly, walking away from Jordan. "Max and I got divorced."

"Then what is holding you back from becoming the best event party planner in the country?" asked Rachel. Naomi sighed deeply. "Maybe this is a sign that you are destined to be in New York."

"Now is not really the right time, Rachel," answered Naomi honestly. Naomi continued to walk away from Jordan as he called for their limo. "My marriage with Max just ended and I just started to live my life again. I'm trying to learn life without him again." Naomi took a deep breath, and clenched her teeth together. She cleared her voice and brushed away her tears. "My life is just beginning to settle down with everything that happened with Prince Harry and the press, and my good friend Adrianna and her boyfriend were just trapped under a stage and I need to be there for them. I need to be in Beverly Hills."

There was a deep silence between the two.

"Plus," added Naomi, her voice breaking. "I can finally have a healthy relationship with my new boyfriend without his psychotic mother down my back. I can focus on my rep at CU and my event planning business in California. And my sister, Annie, just got engaged and she'll probably need me to plan her wedding. She just wrote that hooker book, Undressed, but don't get me wrong she's really not a hooker, she's actually a really good person. But anyways, she decided to leave for Paris for a fresh start...and I'm really, honestly, just busy with my life at this moment."

"It sounds like what you really need is a break from Beverly Hills, like your sister, Annie," muttered Rachel. "Take my offer, Naomi. Get away from Beverly Hills for a while. Go to New York. Try life there for a couple of days. You deserve this opportunity Naomi. You deserve your own fresh start."

Le Meurice:

"A fresh start, Annie?" asked Debbie quietly, as she leaned over the table at Le Meurice. "Revealing yourself as Author X, getting engaged at the age of 20, and moving to Paris for a couple of months is your idea of a fresh start?"

"When you say it like that it sounds a bit neurotic," muttered Annie, ashamed.

"Well, Annie it is," responded Debbie bluntly. Annie gazed out the windows overlooking the Tuileries Gardens across the street. "Annie there is still school and your family and other responsibilities..."

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore," retorted Annie, gazing at the mosaic floor. "I'm doing well at CU, I fund my own charity from my inheritance, and I fell in love with my best friend..."

"I'm sorry," muttered Debbie, taking a deep breath. "Everything's happening so fast for you, I'm scared you're just throwing your life away when you have the rest of your life ahead of you." Annie looked away. "What ever happened to attending Carnegie Mellon? You worked very hard and you deserve the chance to be able to attend acting school there."

"Well things change, mom. A lot of things change," murmured Annie. "I need you to support me right now. Because for the past two years without you and dad, I have been trying so hard to be strong for Dixon." Annie began to weep. "I just need you to be there for me right now." Debbie reached for her daughter.

"I am here," calmed Debbie.

"I'm exhausted, mom," muttered Annie.

"I hate that you feel that way, Annie," responded Debbie. "It just hurts me to find out through your novel that you couldn't even come to me or your father for money." Annie took a deep breath.

"You read my book?" asked Annie, taken back. Debbie nodded her head.

"And I thought it was wonderful," replied Debbie with a smile. "And you're really good. But you need to understand that you have me. That everything will be okay."

"I panicked," confessed Annie. "It all sort of happened very fast. I did everything I thought I needed to do at the time."

"And that's why I am proud to call you my daughter," added Debbie. Annie looked up. "You are so strong." Annie smiled. "But Annie, you don't always have to be strong. Sometimes it's okay to ask for help."


Old Salty stood behind the bar as Liam Court made his way around the counter. Liam dusted his hands against his pants as he wiped his sweat on his brow with his arm.

"Thanks for the help, kid," thanked Old Salty, patting Liam on the back. "I would've have grabbed those boxes myself."

"Don't sweat it," replied Liam coolly.

"Listen Liam," called Old Salty, placing his hand on Liam's shoulder. "I'm really glad you let me buy the bar back. The wife and I went bankrupt and I sure need the money."

"No problem," said Liam Court nonchalantly. "As long as I still get to hang out here?"

"Of course you can," replied Old Salty, happily. "Here's some on me." Navid emerged from the back of the bar.

"Hey, Old Salty," said Navid from behind. "Liam."

"I told you, you don't have to move out of the bar, Navid," expressed Old Salty. "You still own half of it. It's still your room if you want it."

"That's the thing," responded Navid. "I don't really want it. I don't really picture myself as the guy living behind a bar." Liam gazed at Navid. "No offense, Liam."

"Are you sure?" asked Old Salty.

"Yup," said Navid. "I'm moving in with Dixon at the beach house. Since Michaela's gone, he has an extra bedroom."

"Whatever makes you comfortable, kid," breathed Old Salty. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. "Hold on, I think someone just broke something." Old Salty made his way to the back of the bar. "That's coming out of your paycheck, Bill!"

"How's Ade?" asked Liam to Navid.

"She's getting better," replied Navid coldly. "She's been going to physical therapy everyday. You know how it is. Typical getting-better-ritual stuff."

"What's the rush?" asked Liam.

"The rush?" repeated Navid with a scoff. "She can't wait for her second chance."

"Huh?" asked Liam, confused. "Second chance?"

"She's going on tour man," explained Navid, depressed. "She's leaving me."

"Did she say that?" asked Liam.

"Sort of," responded Navid in desperation. "She didn't say she was going, but she seemed really happy talking about it." Liam breathed slowly. "I haven't seen her this happy in a really long time. And I mean a really long time."

"It happens to the best of us," added Liam with a sigh. "Look at Annie. She flew to Paris to finish her European Book Tour even though we just got engaged." Navid rested his head on his hands. "Sometimes you have to let the other person grow and pursue their dreams."

"Since when did you become such a sage?" asked Navid.

"When I realized that Annie was my dream come true," explained Liam. "And whatever her dreams were, so were mine."

"I still can't believe that you and Annie are getting married," stated Navid excitedly. Liam smiled shyly. "Seriously, this is crazy! I'm so excited for the two of you. You deserve each other."

"Yeah, I'm excited, too," Liam agreed, taking a sip of his beer. "After I was taken advantage by all these women in my life, Annie was the only one that stayed by my side. She was there through it all. I guess I finally realized that I want to be with Annie. She's the one for me and I know I made the right decision on being with her for..."

"Forever?" added Navid, smiling stupidly at Liam.

"Forever," emphasized Liam, smacking him on the soldier. "I know it might sound crazy, but I love her and I want to be with her till the end of time." Navid smiled excitedly. "If you feel the same about Ade, you should let her live her dream."

"Yeah man. You're right," added Navid, sighing. "...Aren't you guys supposed to be planning for the big day already?"

"I guess forever is going to have to wait till she comes back," answered Liam, taking a deep breath.

Dixon's Beach House:

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Dixon rushed to the door as it was being hammered down by some sort of weapon.

"Hold on!" he called to the door. "I'm coming!" He swung the door open as Adrianna and her crutches fell face down first in his beach house. "What the hell? Ade?"

"Guilty," she muttered. "Help?"

"Come on," Dixon responded, helping her up. "Did you drive here?"

"Yeah," answered Adrianna. "Are you busy?"

"I'm meeting with someone in a little bit, but I have some time," replied Dixon, checking his watch. "What's up?"

"I've been thinking about this for a while now. I wanted to do this in person," began Adrianna slowly, fiddling with her fingers. "I wanted to talk about the -"

"The tour?" finished Dixon, helping her sit down.

"Exactly," agreed Adrianna, sitting up. "I know Michaela's the one who entered the competition and she's the one who won -"

"But you're the one who wrote the song," added Dixon sweetly. "And you're the one who sang the song." Adrianna smiled graciously. "And you're the one who helped me get a meeting with one of the hottest music producers in L.A. in about half an hour."

"Oh my God!" shrieked Adrianna excitedly. "Really?"

"Really!" replied Dixon, embracing Adrianna. "I just want to apologize, Ade. For every mean thing I said about you. I was wrong. I'm glad we're friends. And I'm glad that we're able to put our differences aside even though we want to rip each other's heads off." Adrianna chuckled.

"So where does that leave me?" asked Adrianna.

"If you want," slowly answered Dixon. "You can have the tour, Ade. It's all yours. I will be there with you." Adrianna wet her lips. "And I'm really hoping you say yes."

"Why is that?" asked Adrianna, thinning her eyes.

"Because I would like to sign you as my artist on Unfaithful Records, again," explained Dixon, chuckling softly. "After the tour, I want you to join me in the studio again. I want to produce your songs."

"You know what happened the first time we worked together," reminisced Adrianna, smiling. "I don't think it worked out so well."

"That's why I think it'll be better the second time around," expressed Dixon. "Think about it, Ade."

Washington, D.C.:

"Think about it, Naomi," Jordan whispered to her, softly caressing her soft face.

"I can't," responded Naomi, sitting across from him in the private jet. "I won't. I don't want to."

"I don't think you're realizing how big of an opportunity this is, Naomi," added Jordan. "You have the chance to make your dreams bigger than it already is. You're only one step from conquering the world."

"I don't want to think about it, Jordan," replied Naomi, irritated. "I don't want to think about being away from you."

"You won't be," explained Jordan, reaching for her hands.

"Oh yeah," sarcastically retorted Naomi. "Cause Beverly Hills and New York is like five minutes from each other."

"I'll visit you," explained Jordan. "I'll call you."

"I'm scared," confessed Naomi.

"Of what?" asked Jordan.

"That if I leave Beverly Hills," began Naomi. "I'll lose you." Jordan was taken back. "Just like I lost Max."

"You won't lose me, Naomi," assured Jordan. "I am in love with you, Naomi Clark." Naomi smiled shortly. "One would have to be a fool to let go of you."

Hard Rock Cafe:

"Fool me once, shame on you," spat the music producer at Dixon. "Fool me twice, shame on me."

"You have to hear me out," explained Dixon desperately. "I swear I didn't change the time of the meeting! You have to believe me."

"Look," interjected Adrianna. "I'm sorry that you waited for two hours, but we're here now."

"Adrianna Tate-Duncan," hissed the producer, throwing a nasty look at Adrianna. "You know, Dixon, you shouldn't surround yourself with a former drug addict teen mom pop princess." Dixon wet his lips. "It does you no good in the industry."

"Excuse me?" spat Adrianna.

"You might've well have been Lindsey Lohan's dad," added the music producer.

"Please," begged Dixon. "What can I do to make this up? This is my chance -"

"Maybe you should've thought of that when you stood me up," added the producer. "Dixon - you're a nobody in this industry. And you're not going to get to the top by showing up late to meetings." Dixon stared hard at the ground. "Excuse me, I'm going home."

Offshore: Surf Shop:

Liam tiredly hovered over a surfboard as the door of his shop burst open.

"Can I help you?" muttered Liam.

"Is Liam Court around?" asked the small surfer girl. "I was told that the Corporate Invaders star worked here."

"You were told right," answered Liam coolly.

"Are you Liam Court?" asked the girl.

"Yes," answered Liam. "Can I help you with something?"

"Yes," replied the girl. "A woman named Annie Wilson -"

"Wait, who?" interjected Liam, taken back. "Annie?" The girl nodded her head. "...you're Maya Swan?" Liam's heart began to race.

"Yup," Maya answered confidently, checking out his surfboards on the shelves. "And she said you were pretty good at making customized surfboards."

"You're the number 2 top surfer in the country," muttered Liam breathlessly. Maya turned her head around and watched Liam swoon over her.

"I know," she chirped. "And I'm also looking for a new board for a surf fest in a couple of weeks." Liam breathed heavily. "My agent wants to set up a meeting with you soon. If all works out well, I should be back."

"That sounds like a plan," nervously responded Liam.

"I just wanted to check out your shop before my agent did," confessed Maya, biting her lip. "...I definitely approve. The boards look good and so does the owner." She winked at Liam as she left through the door. "Call me, sometime."

Beverly Hills Hospital:

"I got your call," stated Dixon to Silver. "Sorry, I couldn't meet you at the beach house. I was in a studio meeting with some producers." Dixon stared at her lifeless face and her pained eyes. She was completely in another world.

"Today's my first appointment with Dr. Brooks, Dixon," muttered Silver nervously. "I think I'm going to be sick to my stomach." Dixon immediately grabbed her hands and comforted her in his arms. "I don't think I can do this. I don't know what to do."

"Listen to me, you can do this, Silver," whispered Dixon optimistically. "I'll be here."

"And if all of this," began Silver, turning to Dixon. "If all of these treatments and surgeries fail me..."

"You haven't even tried yet," interjected Dixon.

"How can I be so powerful, but feel so helpless at the same time?" whispered Silver. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes.

"You are not helpless," Dixon affirmed to her. "You are a strong woman, Erin Silver. You have to find the strength deep within you to keep fighting. Only you will find this strength."

"How do I even know I can fight this?" wept Silver.

"Because I believe in you," whispered Dixon. "Your friends and family believe in you."

"I didn't even tell my own friends and family," muttered Silver, burying her head in her hand. "I can't even tell them myself."

"Let's take this one step at a time," comforted Dixon, wrapping his arms around her. "You'll figure out what you want to do."

"Erin Silver," called out the nurse, startling Dixon and Silver. "The doctor's ready for you now." Dixon kissed Silver on the cheek, and let her go.

Debbie's Studio:

"It's not ready yet," began Debbie, touring Annie around the wide space. "It's not much. But it's enough to get the bills paid."

"Mom, this is amazing," said Annie in amazement, crossing her arms across her chest. "No wonder you never moved back to Beverly Hills." Annie made her way around the studio. "I know I wouldn't have if I had all of this."

"What can I say, Paris loves Debbie Wilson," Debbie expressed. "Well this is where all the magic happens."

"I am so proud of you, mom," said Annie. "You have done yourself well." Annie smiled at her mother. "And I mean really well. I wish Armitage Books will give me a space like this back in Beverly Hills. You have completely outdone yourself, momma."

"Yeah, I have, haven't I?" whispered Debbie. She began to tremble as tears filled her eyes. "But sometimes, you know, I wish your father was here to see it all. And to congratulate me and to hug me and to embrace me..." Annie rushed to her mom and held her in her arms. "I wish all of you can see this...all of us..together."

"It's okay, mom," whispered Annie. "It's okay."

"I know," muttered Debbie, collecting herself. "To be honest Annie, it's still hard for me to move on. In the depths of my heart, I still love your father. And the regret I carry with me everyday is the divorce I knew I should never have gotten." Debbie sat Annie down.

"Mom," began Annie.

"This is why I don't want you to rush into marriage, Annie," expressed Debbie. "Take your time. Find yourself. Be young and in love, but not foolish and in love."

"I love Liam, mom," confessed Annie. "And I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I just know he's the one for me." Debbie stared at her daughter. "I can't explain it. He makes me want to be a better person. He gives me this feeling that I can't express. He loves me. He's my person."

"I guess I'm just jealous," confessed Debbie.

"Of me? Why?" asked Annie, confused.

"Because I had my person," answered Debbie, shrugging. "And I lost him."

New York:

She walked regally in the tall building, putting her shades away in her designer bag. Her presence drew everyone's attention to her. Her bad girl reputation in the west coast was written all over the tabloids in New York.

"Rachel Gray?" asked Naomi bluntly.

"On the top floor," answered the guard. She swiftly made her way to the front desk.

"Welcome to Rachel Gray's Event Planning New York Headquarters, Ms. Clark," welcomed the receptionist. "Ms. Gray has been waiting for you. I'll have someone escort you to the top."

"Thank you little lady," responded Naomi. "I guess this place isn't that bad at all."

Naomi made her way up the elevators to Rachel's office. As she escalated up the building, the view of New York became more welcoming in her eyes. She felt comfortable to be there. She left behind Jordan, her friends, and her home in Beverly Hills for this chance to shine in the business world. Naomi felt as though she needed this opportunity to fill in a missing part in her life. She didn't know what it was, but she knew that somehow this job would help mend it.

She quietly opened the door and found Rachel behind her desk.

"Well, hello there Naomi," greeted Rachel. She stood up gracefully and walked towards Naomi. "I've been expecting you my dear. I knew you would come." Naomi smiled shortly.

"You are right about one thing, Rachel," began Naomi. "I am here because I am one, damn, talented event planner. And I am so ready to take this company to new heights."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Naomi," added Rachel. "I can't wait to see what you do."

"I deserve my own fresh start," replied Naomi strongly. "And I'm not turning back." Naomi smiled wittily as she gazed over the city through the clear glass windows.


"How about Princeton?" asked Liam to Navid. "Are you trying to go back?"

"I'm not going back to Princeton," answered Navid.

"Why not?" asked Adrianna, limping behind Navid and Liam. "You love Princeton."

"I figured I'm going to finish school at CU," began Navid, taking Adrianna's hands. "And wait for my girlfriend to finish her amazing tour..." Adrianna's face lit up as Navid smiled at her.

"Really?" muttered Adrianna excitedly.

"Really," responded Navid sweetly. "You're gonna do great. You are great."

"You're the best, Navid," whispered Adrianna sweetly.

"I love you," whispered Navid. "Do you know that."

"Ever since we were little," whispered Adrianna back.

"You guys make me sick," joked Liam. "I'm out of here."

"Where are you going?" asked Navid.

"Paris," answered Liam.

"Paris?" repeated Adrianna, staring blankly at Navid. "But Annie's in Paris."

"Yeah," began Liam. "I want to surprise Annie. I want to tell her that I love her and that I can't wait this long to marry her. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me." Adrianna held on to her chair. "...She's trying to help my dreams by getting me a meeting with Maya Swan, and I realized I want to be next to her when her dreams came true." Navid and Adrianna squealed. "I'm going to Paris. I'll see you guys when I get back. "

"You can kiss Paris goodbye, Court," hissed Campbell Price. In the corner of their eyes, Campbell Price strolled coolly around the counter with two police officers and an investigator trailing behind him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" asked Navid, quickly standing up on his feet. Adrianna stood up alongside him.

"I'm here to help out the police with an investigation," answered Campbell smoothly. He threw a wink at Adrianna, and she shot him a disgusted look. "You see, the investigation at the Spencer Blaine tribute concert has been dragging on for a while now. The police found Liam's duffle bag backstage."

"So," Liam snapped. "What is that have to do with me?"

"I brought the bag to him that day, because he forgot it -" added Navid nonchalantly.

"You were a part of this, too?" asked the investigator.

"What is going on here?" asked Adrianna. "There must be a misunderstanding -"

"What's going on, is that Liam Court and Navid Shirazi are under arrest for the bombing at the Spencer Blaine Tribute Concert," interjected Campbell. "Arrest these men, officers."

"You can't do that," snapped Adrianna, stepping in front of Navid and Liam. "They did nothing wrong. Besides, Navid risked his life to save me that day and Liam was on his way to Australia. They are being set up, I know it!"

"That may be so," said the police officer. "But there was a cooking grill located in Mr. Court's bag, and Mr. Shirazi here just confessed to bringing it to the concert. We have no choice but to bring them with us for questioning."

"This is not okay," retorted Adrianna angrily, watching the cops taking Liam and Navid. "This is not okay!"

Silver's Apartment:

"Are you sure you're going to be okay, Silver?" asked Dixon.

"I think I'll be fine," replied Silver, unlocking her door to her apartment. "I promise I'll be okay. Today was a rough one. And thank you, Dixon." She kissed him lightly on his cheek. "For everything. For being here with me at this moment. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"I told you," began Dixon. "I'm fighting this thing alongside with you till the end."

"And I will always love you for that," responded Silver genuinely. "I think it's time I call Kelly...and my dad and brother." Silver massaged the back of her neck. "They deserve to know."

"So do your friends, Silver," added Dixon. "The more people you have by your side, the easier this fight will be." Silver gently nodded her head.

"I think I just found my strength," whispered Silver. "My strength is you, Dixon." Dixon's smile sparked one on Silver's face.

"I haven't seen one of those in a while," he murmured, gazing at her smile. "You should smile more often. It makes this whole fight easier for me." Silver slowly shut her eyes. "Are you sure you don't want to stay over for a while until he gets here? Navid can crash on the couch." Both chuckled lightly.

"I think I'll take it from here," said a deep voice. Dixon and Silver turned around to find Teddy Montgomery standing in the doorway. "Hey guys." Dixon wrapped his arms around Teddy to welcome him back.

"Teddy? It's good to see you, man," muttered Dixon happily.

"Yeah," replied Teddy. "I'll be here for a while."

"I'll see you guys later," said Dixon.

"Where are you going?" asked Silver. "Don't you want to stay for a little while? Teddy just got here."

"As much as I would love to hang out," began Dixon. "The producer from the concert texted me again and wanted to meet at my house. He seemed really urgent this time. I was already late for our first meeting, I'm gonna try to get home now before he beats me there."

"Be careful," Teddy added.

"Take care of her, man," whispered Dixon to Teddy, quickly planting a soft kiss on Silver's face as he walked away.

"Teddy," breathed Silver, reaching for him with her arms. "I'm so glad you made it."

"I am so sorry for what is happening, Silver," he whispered into her ear. "I really am. You don't deserve any of this."

"I just need to know everything's going to be okay," she gritted through her teeth. "I just need to hear it from you."

"...Everything will be fine," he whispered genuinely in her ear. "Everything will be fine."

Debbie's Apartment:

Debbie and Annie Wilson sat comfortably by the windowsill, sipping on their glasses filled with red wine.

"Liam loves me, mom," expressed Annie. "And I love him back. And I will marry him. And everything will be fine."

"And I support you, honey," added Debbie. "There is nothing more important to me than your happiness. But you have to make sure that he is the one. You don't want to make the same mistake as me, Annie. Make sure he's worth it."

"He is, mom," replied Annie. "I can't even begin to tell you, once this book tour is over, I am going to see him as soon as I can. Every second I'm apart from him, it gets harder to breathe each day."

"Well then," began Debbie, raising her glass. "Here is to my beautiful, best-selling author, engaged daughter."

"And here is to my beautiful, successful mother," added Annie, raising her glass as well.

"And here is to life as we know it," finished Debbie with a warm smile. "To Paris!" She and her daughter chuckled and touched glasses before they took a sip from their glasses. Ring Ring Ring.

"Who is that, momma?" asked Annie. Ring Ring Ring. "You are so popular in Paris, everyone keeps calling you today."

"It's your father," muttered Debbie nervously, her smile fading away. Debbie put the phone close to her ear. "Harry?" Annie could suddenly sense that something was wrong. "Harry, hold on. I can't hear you with everything in the background? Harry, what's going on?"

"What is it, mom?" asked Annie worriedly.

"Your dad just told me that Dixon's beach house was burned down," said Debbie. Annie fell back to her seat, dropping the wine glass all over the wooden floor. "Dixon's in the hospital right now."

"Well is he okay?" asked Annie, her eyes overflowing with tears. "Ask him if he's okay!"

"Your father is saying that it was an explosion," said Debbie, grabbing Annie's hand. "He was found lying in front of his yard unconscious. Dixon's in the emergency room right now."

"Oh my God," breathed Annie in desperation. "This isn't happening. I need to get some fresh air. I'll be back in a few minutes, mom. I'm going to try to call Liam." Annie made her way towards the door and threw on her coat in the process. As she opened the door, she found a copy of her book, Undressed, lying flat on the ground with a piece of note on the cover.

Dear Annie Wilson,

This is only the beginning...I made it clear to you the other day...If you mess up my family, I will come after yours.


Patrick Westhill

Annie quickly discarded the note in her coat. "Oh my God."


Chapter Review: Annie's on her European Book Tour in Paris, Dixon's beach house was attacked, Naomi took the job offer in New York, Silver's cancer threatens her, Navid and Liam gets questioned about the bombing, and Adrianna decides to go on tour.