Beverly Hills: Season 2

Season 2, Episode 15: Born this Way

~~~(Thieves and their Hands by Rachel Cantu)~~~
   Harrow takes a deep breath as she waltzes into the visiting room at the city jail. Just last night, Israel was wrongly arrested for burning down the 8 Count Dance Studio even when Emerson committed the crime himself. Harrow hasn't had a chance to scold Emerson for doing this to Israel but she's planning to do SOMETHING to get him back. Doing this to Israel isn't right.
   "Why are you here?" Israel sits down across from her at the round table in the low ceiling room. He looks tired and he's wearing the striped shirt and shorts he was wearing last night on his porch.
   "I had nothing to do with this." Harrow begins to explain. She wants him to know that she wasn't teaming up with Emerson in any sort of way to get him here. The two of them may have been broken up but that doesn't mean she doesn't care for him. She even admitted that she made a mistake by not being with him last night. Doesn't that count for anything?
   "I didn't think you did." Israel doesn't look her in the eye. "But your boyfriend sure has something against me."
   "He's not my boyfriend." Harrow quickly responds. There's no way she's going back to a villain like Emerson. He's not a person she should be around anymore and she should've seen it coming. "I came to you last night saying I'm sorry. Why would I be on his side?"
   "I'm not saying that you're on his side." Israel finally looks at her. "And I'm not pissed about that right now. I'm pissed at the fact you came to my door last night implying you want me back."
   Harrow looks down at her hands on the table. "You're mad about that?"
   "I just got over you." Israel whispers so they have as much privacy as possible. "I can't do this."
   "Israel, please." Harrow begs but he gets up from the table to return to his holding cell. "I didn't say I want to get back together." She calls after him but he's already out of the visiting room.

   Anna rings the doorbell to Tatiana's house, her script for Mary Poppins in her hand. Tatiana had invited her over so they can run lines together for the play. Anna has been trying her best to manage school life, Brooklyn's transplant situation, and the play at once but it's piling up pretty good. She's been through worse though. This is just another bump.
   "Welcome to my humble abode." Tatiana opens the big front door and lets Anna inside.
   "Thanks for having me." Anna laughs, following Tatiana into the parlor where a large piano sits in the corner and the floral printed couches come to pointy tips on either side. "Nice house."
   "You think?" Tatiana looks around as if she didn't notice. She stays standing when Anna sits. "Let's work on that scene with Burt and Mary. Your stage directions were off yesterday at rehearsal."
   "Okay." Anna gets up after skimming over her script. She takes her place on the left side of the room, tapping her shoes against the floor as if she's dancing across the stage. "I'm a little rusty on the dance."
   "That's okay." Tatiana waves her hand at her. "One, two, three, four..."
   "I stop at center stage." Anna stops, putting her hands on her knees.
   "I go behind you." Tatiana spins herself behind Anna even though the twirl isn't in the script. She puts her hands on Anna's hips, the both of them laughing as they do a jazz square together. "You smell good."
   "Thanks." Anna blushes as they slowly stop dancing but Tatiana doesn't drop her hands from her waist. Anna takes a risk by looking back at her. Her brown eyes are almond shaped and a strand of hair crosses over her smooth face. Anna moves the piece of hair away from her face before Tatiana leans in and presses her mouth against Anna's. Anna stumbles backwards, their lips not breaking apart. Anna finally pulls apart. "Um..."
   "Shit, I'm sorry." Tatiana looks away, obviously embarrassed. She shakes her head. "I don't know why I did that."
   "It's fine." Anna quickly assures but whether she means it or not is unclear. "I'll see you at school though."
   "Yeah, you will." Tatiana coughs as Anna hurries out the door, leaving her script behind and still feeling Tatiana's lips on hers.
~~~(END SONG)~~~

   Meanwhile, Brooklyn sits in her usual chair in the treatment room of the hospital, impatiently waiting for her blood to be cleansed and drawn. She uses her right hand to finish her math assignment as legible as possible but the teachers are aware of what she's going through. They'll have to give her a break. Anna has been bringing her schoolwork to her when she skips school for treatment but she'd much rather be in a classroom rather than being here and doing dialysis.
   "Hey." Lincoln walks into the treatment room, his blue v-neck sweater fitting around his muscular form and his hair, like usual, slicked away from his face. "I thought I'd find you in here."
   "You were looking for me?" Brooklyn asks him, unsure how to feel about that. She's all for Lincoln giving a kidney to her but just because he's doing this doesn't mean they have to be best friends or anything. Plus, it would be super hard to be his best friend and not being able to kiss him.
   "Did you four people out of one hundred have died during a transplant surgery for kidneys?" Lincoln plops down in the cushioned chair next to her own.
   "You're telling me this why?" Brooklyn waits for him to go on.
   "Either one of us could be in that percentage." He points out. "And most likely, it's going to be you because you're the one with that failing kidneys."
   "Okay, what is your point in all this?" Brooklyn shuts her math book and drops it to the floor next to her chair. She kind of likes hearing him talk so a part of her doesn't want him to get on with whatever rambling he has yet to do but she can't let him know that she enjoys listening to him.
   "What is it that you've always wanted to do?" Lincoln asks her.
   Brooklyn thinks about it. She has had a pretty satisfying life. It's not like she grew up with a poor lifestyle or anything. She managed to get quite a bit of Christmas gifts she's wanted, the only thing she didn't get in her love life was Cambridge, and she's had acceptable friends. But, one thing sticks out in her head that she's reminded of every day. "I'd like to not use that." She points to the cane leaning against her chair.
   "Okay, perfect." Lincoln gets up. "Well meet me downstairs after you finish here."
   "No." Brooklyn stays put. She barely knows Lincoln and to be honest, he doesn't seem like the most safest person to go out with. He has a big personality that might get Brooklyn into trouble.
   "No?" Lincoln echoes and then thinks. "I don't think I've ever been told that before."
   "Well there's a first time for everything." Brooklyn looks away from him and back down at the tube in her arm.
   "Exactly." Lincoln shoots her an adorable grin. "Just meet me downstairs, okay?"
   "Only because you're giving me your kidney." Brooklyn agrees after a minute. Lincoln leaves the treatment room without another word and Brooklyn peals her eyes away from his back, truly excited to see what he has planned.