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The Wonders of Fate	By : mysticalcat Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 1480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Panic! At the Disco. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Again, thank you Row, for the support :) Here goes...

“I think I have an idea...” Cat suddenly spoke up with that devious demeanor of hers as she twirled a strand of violet hair. So to add to the suspense of it all, she leaned in, whispering in Becca's ear. Becca's eyes lit up in marvel as an identical grin appeared. “Good Call Cat. Alright girls, follow me!” This being said, Becca made a come hither motion with her finger, a gesture for the girls to follow suit.

They were well on their way when they had run into someone in the main level. Cat looked up timidly. “Oh, hullo,” she greeted the guy, though she could find herself shrinking back in shyness as this had been someone she hadn't met quite yet. Becca must have noticed the shyness, for she began with introductions. Cat's eyes lit up in recognition as she mentioned names. “Oh, right. We've had a few online and phone run-ins.” She smiled, timidly giving Patrick a hug. “Nice to see you in the flesh rather than behind a phone or computer.” She paused for a moment, just as Becca had introduced her as 'Ryan's Girl,' again. She frowned, shaking her head. “Honestly, the world is a sad sad place if the only identity I have is 'Ryan's Girl.' Though, it's both an honour and privilege to have the title. But, no, Cat will due just fine.”

The situation at hand seemed to be getting rather stiff, and Becca's character had started to falter a bit. Cat tilted her head questioningly at Becca, trying to figure her out at this moment. Something was troubling her indeed. The girl had been quick to think of a diversion. “Right, now about that ice cream, Becca. Where are you hiding it, or do we get to have you take us out for a treat?” Becca looked as she could have kissed her right now. “As flattering as that might seem, I have my preferences,” she murmured with an angelic smile, merely getting a raised eyebrow from Becca, who shook her head. Where on earth did she find such crazy company? Never mind that, she WAS already related to the 'Village Crazy.' “Oh yeah, it’s in the kitchen. Come on, we’ll raid the ice cream before grabbing another movie. I have a feeling the boys are going to be playing together for a while,” she had responded, motioning to the girls to go ahead of her.

“A movie sounds nice. Perhaps we ought to get a pizza with that as well. You never kno-” Cat turned around, to see that it had been Chris standing behind her. “Where's Becca?” Chris shrugged and looked behind her, and looked at Ivy questioningly. “Ivy, you know where Becca went?” Ivy shrugged. “She probably got a call or something. She has a tendency to do disappearing acts when someone calls. Here, I'll show the way up.” The other two girls followed Ivy up, and settled in the room.

Cat took out her phone after roughly fifteen minutes had passed. Maybe she ought to ring Becca to see just where in the house she had disappeared off to. Though, when Becca walked in, looking visibly shaken, Cat raised both eyebrows in question. Becca merely responded with handing her a bowl of ice cream. The girl frowned as she saw her friend look as if she were making something. “Becca is some-..?” She stopped short as Becca put up this front. She made a mental note to corner Becca about this later.

Cat delicately put some ice cream in her mouth as she let her gaze linger pensively at Becca. “Becca- wait, Patrick left so soon?” Again, Cat frowned, something clearly not adding up. Becca shook her head at Cat, staring at her with a genuine expression. “Cat, it's nothing, don't worry about it.” Cat shrugged, scooping up some more ice cream. “I know you Becca. If you're saying it's nothing with that expression, it's something. This silly Brit is not so easily fooled.” Ivy pretty much put the icing on the cake with her comment. “You were out for an awful long time for nothing.” Becca shrugged, mumbling something incoherently. From what Cat had gotten out of it, it had turned out to be a phone call.

Becca had been quite stubborn at maintaining whatever happened secret. “I’m sorry guys. I’m probably just a lot more tired than normal.” Cat listened to parts of conversation which she knew little about. Ivy seemed to have more of a grip on past situations than Cat after all. “So there was something. Becs, we wouldn’t be asking if we weren’t concerned. You look almost as rough as the time after you and that jerk split up. What was his name again?” Cat bit her lower lip as she suddenly felt out of place here. This was completely new information to her, and it seemed to be one that bothered her.

It must have been a bad relationship of some sort. “Aiden.” Picking at her ice cream, Cat felt a tightness in her chest, one often associated with panic. She had never dealt well with awkward situations, as they often caused her to crawl back into her shell. She turned her head as Ivy continued to speak. “Yeah, him. Becs, guys are jerks. Stumpy will come around to his senses, and he’ll be back to fawning over you like always. He’s had it bad for you for years, you know. Those sort of things don’t just disappear after one little rough spot. Trust me.”

It was here where Pete had called Becca aside. Meanwhile, Cat suddenly felt that sickening feeling again. “Ivy, where did you say the bathroom was?” Cat followed the direction towards the restroom where she had run cold water in the faucet, splashing it against her face. Seeing that she had smudged some of her make up, Cat had dug into her purse, always being one to carry the make up nearby. She had finished with the eyes, and had been applying the lipstick when she had caught pieces of the conversation between Becca and Pete.

“I just got a call from Patrick. Is everything okay? He sounded like there was something wrong. And he kept asking me to apologize to you.”

Cat bit her lip as she felt like a complete fool in eavesdropping. But something in her said that it was better that she stay here until the conversation had been done. She crept closer to the door, pressing her ear against the wooden surface.

“I don’t know, Petey. I think I may have royally fucked this one up. It was just a kiss, and I knew that it was Patrick, but I hit the wall, and it was just like I was back with Aiden. I freaked and shoved him away. Thus he rushed off, upset. I mean, I knew that it was Patrick and that he would die before hurting me. But my mind just shut down, you know? How bad did he sound, Petey? I mean, I tried calling him, but he didn’t answer.”

“Shh. It’s okay, Beckanne. I’m sure that once everything settles and you explain what happened Patrick will understand. Maybe you should tell him all of it. Not just the nightmares. The whole messy story of it. He’s not one to jump and run at the slightest glitch. Either way things go, I’m here. But now I have a meeting to get back to.
Cat stifled a gasp with her hand as she listened on with the conversation. Of course! This had to deal with something that had happened in their past gathering. It had been a couple days after Cat had been released from the hospital that she had woken up to whimpering on Becca's behalf. It all had to do with the traumatic rape and suicide of her ex boyfriend. “Oh God,” Cat had breathed, feeling like such the traitor for eavesdropping.

Cat hastily turned on the faucet to wash her hands to drown out the rest of the conversation. Unfortunately, she had heard a spot more. This was certainly the awkward moment to be hiding in her friend's restroom. If she were to step out now, Becca might react negatively to the matter, given that this appeared to be a private conversation between brother and sister.

“I don’t know Petey. I mean, I haven’t even told Mom or Dad. It’s a rough spot in my life that I would rather not repeat. I mean, it was hard enough the first time I went through all of it. But to repeat it might only make the nightmares worse. I’ve gotten down to where they’re only maybe once a week. I don’t want to wake up every night screaming again. And you’re already not sleeping nearly enough, Peterpanda.”

“Beckanne, it will be okay. And if the nightmares start again, I’m here. Maybe telling someone else will help with the nightmares. Sorta think of it as letting someone else into your trust circles.”

Cat sensed Becca's voice being muffled. Therefore, she had assumed that Becca had been embracing her brother. This was the opportune moment to slip away without being accused of eavesdropping of any sort. Though, right when she got there, Ivy raised her eyebrows. “Disappearing too Cat?” Cat froze, as this had been the very moment that Becca had come in. What if she had heard Ivy's remark? The girl breathed in relief as it seemed that Becca had not noticed. “So, are we still up for some plotting?” Cat coughed and looked up, trying to look neutral. “Sure. Did you have any ideas?” she asked, staring at her ice cream, which had melted quite a bit. She continued eating, well, more drinking, her ice cream as she listened to Becca's comments. The pranks had been fun, and the men had sworn revenge. Though, who on earth dared to plot vengeance against such sweet and innocent souls?

The late hours came, and Cat had been staring outside a window, pushing aside the memories of the conversation that she had eavesdropped on. How in the Hell was she going to encounter Becca about it? Her train of thoughts had been cut short by the sensation of someone playing a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Ryan. “Ry, so... Are we having to head out now?” Ry hesitated for a moment then gazed into the eyes of his girlfriend. “Um, is it alright if we stay here overnight? I'm sure Becca would be more than happy to lend you something to sleep in. Sorry, this project is almost going overboard. It's better if I stay here.” Cat nodded. “Sure Ry,” she whispered, resting her head against his chest. Ryan tilted Cat's head up by her chin.

“What's wrong?” Cat shrugged, rubbing her back some. “Just a little sore is all.” That hadn't been a lie. She had forgotten to take the muscle relaxant before the plane trip, and her stiff muscles were giving her a painful reminder. Though, through the years, she had developed quite the pain tolerance. Ryan hesitated, looking around him before he spoke again. “Turn around,” he muttered as he positioned himself behind her. “So, where exactly is the pain?” Cat positioned his hands along her upper back, neck, and shoulders. “Along there.” Ryan did well to massage the muscles, sensing the tension with his fingers. “God Cat, are these muscles tight enough?” Cat laughed, relaxing some. She had probably been wound up about the situation with Becca. “No, not tight enough,” she had joked, sighing some as she felt some sense of tension relief after her boyfriend had kneaded at her muscles enough. After some time had passed. Cat and Ry hand switched positions, and it had been Cat who had been massaging along Ryan's shoulders, which were always a tension point of his. Soon, Ryan excused himself to keep working with Pete on this mystery project.

When finished, he had again slipped back with Cat as Pete had wound up shutting himself in his 'office,' that being his bedroom, to deal with some very late-night phone calls. Eventually Ryan had been sitting on the couch, running his fingers through Cat's hair as she lay, curled up against him, fast asleep. She had fallen asleep in a spaghetti strap top and flannel pants. Though, as she slept, Ryan could not help but to catch a closer gaze at the start of a thin scar that started right between the shoulder blades. In actuality, this scar ran down to her mid-back. It had been the permanent mark of the injury she had sustained so many years ago. He had heard the stories. There were also nights that Cat had woken in a cold sweat, thinking that she had still been up on the roof of some British boarding school. Though fortunately, these fits were far and few between.

His thoughts came to a standstill as Pete had come into the living room. “Ry, I feel like a total ass saying this, but if my parents come home to see you and Cat curled up on the couch like that, they'll kill us." Ryan nodded, realizing what he meant. Despite that the two were practically adults, it was their parents' house, their rules. “Alright, just what way is it to the guest room?” He gently scooped the sleeping Cat into Becca's room first, frowning as he noticed her gone. “Where's Becca?” Pete waved his hand. “Just something urgent came up. She should be back in a few hours at most.” Ryan nodded as he gently placed Catrianna on the bed before tucking her out. He then walked towards the guest room which Pete had been standing in front of. “Night man.” Pete nodded as he turned to go to his room. “Night.”

Cat had woken up to Pete's 'wake up call' of clanging a pot to wake up those that had stayed the night, and had fallen off the bed and flat on her ass. “If he doesn't stop that bloody racket-” she had started before she heard Ryan's voice from the next room. “Man, if you don't stop the noise, I'll shove that damn wooden spoon so far up your ass that you-” Cat grinned as she quickly got up, and tiptoed to the guest room where she silenced her boyfriend. “Grab your change of clothes,” she whispered, referring to the clothes that she had made a trip to gather from the hotel in a late-night trip, just before she drifted off to sleep on the couch. Ryan raised an eyebrow as he noticed the suggestive gleam in Cat's eye. The two were particularly at a shy and awkward state in public settings, though in private, that was another story.

Moments later, she pressed her finger to her lips as there had been no one upstairs. The two tiptoed to the bathroom and had proceeded to shower at the same time. They had pulled this stunt in the past one or two times without getting caught, though as they had been stepping out this time, clothed but with wet hair, Pete had spotted them. “Guys, what the Hell- my mother is downstairs-” Suddenly he shoved both of them into the guest room, closing the door behind him as a voice resounded from the lower level.

“REBECCA ANNE MARIE WENTZ!! Where have you been?!”

Ryan cringed as Cat had calmly dug in his duffel for her hair-iron. “Where do you think she went?” Cat had an idea. Becca probably went to Patrick's after what had happened the previous night. “No idea. Girls will be girls.” Ryan shook his head as he flopped on the bed, watching his girlfriend work on her hair and make up. When she was finished, he wrapped his arms around her waist, trailing kisses along her neck. Cat couldn't help but to laugh outloud at how it tickled. A sudden knock on the door caused the two to tear away from one another. “I mean it kids, you better be behaving in there.” Ryan and Cat sighed resigned sighs as they headed out. Pete nodded in approval, crossing his arms. “Better... Much better.”

Cat had slipped down as she had been beckoned to join in the meeting. She raised an eyebrow in question, but Ryan had scoot over, allowing a space for her to sit by him. She smiled, slipping into that spot. The two now sat staring at hand slipped in hand. Cat rested her shoulder against Pete as she waited to hear what this was all about. Though, he seemed to be distracted with conversation between his mother and sister. The couple had a distinct feeling it had to deal with why their mother's dulcet tones had rung through the house mere moments earlier.

“I have a feeling this'll last a while. Hold on a moment.” He returned with his guitar and a notebook of staff paper, clearly looking for Cat's advice for the bass part of the music, as she seemed to have an ear for it. “I'm going to hit a few chords here. Think you can find some Bass chords to harmonize with it?” Cat smiled, scooting so that the guitar sat between them. The two had been working between one another with random ideas when Pete had come in, ready to say what he had to say. “It's about damn time,” Ryan had muttered as he looked up at him. Cat sighed, resting her head against his shoulder again, as she had no idea what importance she had going here.

Cat had tuned Pete out mostly, but had caught the last phrase, which apparently had been the most important phrase of all. “It’s a ticket-holders only dinner followed by a concert. Formal all the way. But we want it to still have our trademark. We can’t have it be completely snooty. Then it wouldn’t be any fun. Also one of the radio stations is helping us out by shameless promotion. Given that they can have a contest. Winner gets a date with whichever band member they choose.”

“What?!” Cat had jumped as she suddenly had heard her boyfriend shout louder than she had ever heard him. Pressing a hand against her chest, she worked on slowing down her breathing. Though as she did, the comprehension dawned on her. Oh Hell no. Had Pete mentioned the notion of some socialite having the choice of a date with ANY performer? She clung to Ryan as she voiced her own input on it. She had been positively fuming at the notion and had mostly voiced her discontent to Becca. “Becca, can you believe your bloody brother?! Selling the boys for promotion! I mean I agree with the cause of the benefit, but to offer them up like common prostitutes? That is just wretched! If some tart tries to take Ryan for a date, I swear I will throttle her senseless.”

Becca had merely laughed, perhaps finding this situation humorous in some sick sense. Cat had been staring at Becca in complete outrage as she finished hearing the rest of the conversation. “So, how long do I have to set up this great event?” the girl had asked, clearly being asked to chair this function. Pete cowered slightly, perhaps in fear of a reawakening of Dante's Inferno. “Tomorrow.”

“What?! Petey, you’ve got to be kidding me! How in the name of all that is holy am I going to put together a benefit dinner and concert in one day?!”

“Umm, the girls’ help? Listen, I would have let you know sooner, but Gabe hired some fancy planner who bailed on us just yesterday. So we have all the stuff she ordered at the venue, it’s just not set up. Thankfully Gabe managed to sneak the plans and designs from her on how she was going to set it all up. But it’s hideous. So please say that you’ll fix everything and make it look great. You were the best designer I could think of. Please?”

Cat cast Pete a severe look as he suggested her being remotely involved in a setup that mostly put the boys up on a pedestal, there for the taking. Though, as Becca agreed, she begrudgingly nodded, clasping her boyfriend's hand. “If someone tart socialite dares to place her grimy palms on you, I promise it's the last thing she'll ever do.” She whispered in his ear. Ryan sighed, looping an arm around her. “Just don't mention the possibility of me being picked out of the group, please.” Ryan gritted his teeth as he said this. Cat noticed him unusually tense about it. “Ryan, just who won the last time you held a function like this.” Ryan's muttering was incoherent. “Come again?” Ryan cast Cat a pitiful look. “Amber.”

Cat's face had paled as she pulled her knees to her chest. “You- wound up involved with a sweepstakes winner?” she choked out, not knowing quite what to think at the given time. Though, Becca had been asking for Cat's help here. Cat sighed, as she took out her phone, looking utterly resigned. “Who shall I call?”

Several hours, Catrianna had found herself staring at material that looked completely atrocious. Fortunately, Becca's friend, April, was able to eloquently commentate on how horrid the decorations looked to be. “This is worse than my high school prom! Who hired the quack that ordered these?” Cat giggled at Becca's response. “Well that would be your date, April.” Cat raised an eyebrow at April, clearly amused with her wit. “Touche,” she murmured as April retaliated. “I hope he has better taste than the designer, or he’s going to the curb. I still don’t know why I agreed to go on a date with one of your band friends, Becca.”

“A date?” Cat had been clutching her side in the midsts of giggles. Fortunately, not many others had taken notice to this fit of giggles as they had pretty much been paying attention to this ping pong match between Becca and April. “Because you lost the bet on the soccer game. So tomorrow you get to pay up. Besides, Gabe’s a sweetheart. And I think you two will have fun. Not to mention he’s a hot singer, who also happens to be Jewish.” Raising an eyebrow at the girl's smirk, Cat sighed, clutching her chest as further laughter might cause her sides to split.

As they were working on setting up the place with the horrendous decorations, in hopes that they could make them more appealing, Cat decided that she would encounter Becca about the conversation she had accidentally eavesdropped on the other night. “So, Becca, did you have fun at Patrick’s last night? I waited up until I thought I would pass out. Then when I woke up you still weren’t back. That and you’re wearing his shirt tell me that you spent the night. And obviously something happened.”

Rebecca surprised Cat with a laugh. Cat exhaled softly. This meant that she hadn't been angered or hypersensitive about the question. With some wisely chosen words, the transition into subject was quite easy after all. Though, in hearing the reactions of the other girls, Cat had giggled herself.

“What? Becca spent the night with Patrick? Wow, I never would have plugged Patrick for that type. So, are you going to give us a run down, or do we have to get you plastered so you’ll spill it all before running off to try and flirt with whoever you can get your hands on?”

“Wait. Becca’s dating someone? I’m so out of the loop.”

Catrianna felt her sides threatening to split yet again. When she recovered, she actually listened intently to Becca's story about what really happened. That curiosity had been burning within her since the accidental overhearing of hers and Pete's conversation.

“Yeah, not long after you left, Ivy, Patrick called and invited me over. I barely made it in the door before we had a knock down, drag out, sex marathon, where I lost my shirt, so I stole one of his. I think we might have had it on every surface of his place, including some places I never thought you could. ...... No. He called to apologize about the little misunderstanding, and to tell Petey that he had left something over at his place, so I went over to pick it up for him. We had coffee and cookies and watched a movie, and I fell asleep. As for the shirt deal, I spilled syrup on my shirt at breakfast this morning, so he let me borrow one of his.”

Again, it so seemed as Ivy and Becca had started to go back and forth in conversation. Cat grew silent, knowing that this was valuable information involving that conversation, and perhaps hearing more on the matter could silently assist her in assembling all the pieces so that she could get a full grasp on the situation.

“Aww, damn. I like the first story better. At least then you would have had some fun with Stumpy. So, are you two official? Because I’m tired of the confusion.”

“I don’t know.”

“You say that too much.”

April had chosen this time to cut in.

“So, are we talking about your best friend Patrick? As in your brother’s friend Patrick? Who is in the band as well? You jumped the lead singer of your brother’s band? I didn’t think you even knew about sex, Becca.”

Cat and Becca and Ivy had all been in a fit of giggles by now. “Stop April, I'm dying here!” Cat had gasped, trying to catch her breath, her eyes shining in that carefree manner. April's humor was certainly therapeutic. At least she was able to cast all thoughts of Ryan being auctioned off to some socialite tart aside. The radio station probably would rig the contest so just the right socialite would get the prize. These benefit affairs were always rigged, whether the musicians themselves were decent folk or not. Though, Cat's thoughts were cut short as Becca's phone rang.

“Gotta get this.”

A/N: *collapses fanning self* god- what a chapter there... took a lot out of me to pull some creative edge with reference to Row over there :P Enjoy!! R & R please!
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