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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: And so the preparations for this magnificent gala begins... Stay tuned :)

“Cat? What time did you say you're supposed to meet Becca and the rest?” Ryan's voice had caught Cat to awaken from her medicine-induced slumber. “Mmmm, like at noon? We're supposed to meet for lunch. Why?” The girl had opened a sleepy eye in response to her boyfriend. Ryan sat on the bed, gently rubbing her shoulders some, feeling the tension still. “You took something for pain didn't you? Normally you're not the type to sleep in the day.” Cat sighed some as she shifted in to the sitting position. “I had to. I suppose heavy lifting didn't quite agree with me there....”

Her eyes lingered to the clock which read 11:40, which caused her to jump up, despite any twinge of pain. “Blimey! Ry, you let me sleep through all that time?” She immediately rushed to comb out any tangles in her hair before she threw her kit together to venture to the destination meeting spot with the girls. Ryan shook his head as he got up to reach for his cell. “You were already asleep when I showed up. I just got out of the shower now.” Cat turned around to see that Ryan had been clinging to a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair had been dripping wet. Her mouth formed an 'o' in realization as she nodded. “Right. Just, I'll see you when I see you then.” With a quick exchange of a kiss, she was off to meet the other girls.

Ryan, in the meantime, had been multitasking with talking on the phone as he got changed. “Hey Pete, it's me. You wanted me to pick up that remote control car then? I'm telling you, if Cat gets wind of any of this prank, I'm pushing the blame on you. Those British chicks aren't ones to fool with.” A bit more conversation ensued as the boys chattered about plans of meeting up to get the suits as well. “I'm still tempted to not show up. You know my deal with these benefits...” Soon enough, the conversation ended, and Ryan was on his way to join up with the guys.

In dress picking, it had taken Cat some great deal of contemplation of just what dress to pick from. Eventually, she had selected a satin sapphire colored strapless gown which trailed to the ground, which came with a matching scarf for around the shoulders. The design was simple, yet elegant. It was most certainly the ideal dress for unique accessorising, a favorite hobby of Cat's. As she noticed that Becca had wandered one store down, she chose to wander about, in search for the right accessories. The first thing she had found had been the shoes. They were clear and high-heeled sandals with just the right amount of rhinestone adornment. The handbag had exactly matched the color of the dress. For her hair, she had found the most adorable rhinestone bobby pins which would work marvelously with the style she had in mind. As for jewelery, she would wear the sapphire earrings that her mother had given her that previous Christmas along with that golden locket that Ryan had given her. After the accessory shopping had been done, she ventured to the nail salon to get her nails done in simple French tips. Ah, she was now ready to meet up with the other girls.

At the suite where the girls had been changing, it had all been a frenzy. Though, eventually, things had started to calm down. Catrianna had only been clad in her strapless bra and pantyhose when Pete had stuck his head in the door. Being typically shy Cat, she had ducked behind the bed. When Pete had left, the girl frowned. “Honestly, couldn't he knock?” she muttered, casting Becca a suspicious look as she had reached for his dress. “Something about his demeanor concerns me,” she told her as she slipped her gown on.

Becca had clearly agreed with the notion. “That smirk means trouble for us. What are the ways the boys could pull a prank on us? Making the largest list would be the most helpful. I should have known something like this would happen. Blasted boys can’t keep to themselves.”

Cat had joined Becca in laughter once Ivy had put forth her input on the matter. “Not again. So, who can tell where the vents are? We can put something over them to keep peeping tom’s out, but still letting our air in. The door needs to be watched, I wouldn’t put it past your brother to try to sneak something through it either.”

“First we might want to make sure we’re all dressed at least. It wouldn’t do for us to rush about blocking ways for them to peek at us, with us half dressed,” Becca responded. Cat nodded fervently in agreement to that previous statement. “I concur with Becca. We shan't give into the boys' schemes. Mind you, I ought to march myself into that room right now...” the British girl's feisty nature had started to kick in, though it was Becca who had been fortunate enough to put an end to this tirade. Cat smiled, smoothing out the bodice of her own gown as she stepped behind Becca. “But of course.”

“Wow, Becca. You said it was a great dress, but that puts the icing on the cake. What are you doing with your hair?” Cat smiled at this remark as she tied the loose ends into an intricate-yet-elegant knot. “I agree with April on that one. That's a beautiful dress Reby,” she murmured, stepping aside to admire her handiwork. “There, I think you look pretty much set and ready for hair.” Cat winked at April before venturing to the bathroom to work on her own hair. What she had decided to do with her hair was to intricately weave the front strands of hair back, making a plaited crown. Doing so, she then secured the woven handiwork with the rhinestone bobby pins. With a bit of hairspray, she now admired the perfect handiwork of her masterpiece.

Though, it had been in this very instance that the girls had caught on to the boys' deviant ploy. April and Becca had been discussing the course of Becca's hairstyle when April had made quite the observation. “First, how about we handle the camera we have at the laundry chute? Pete found a remote control car and attached a camera. I know it had to be your brother because he’s the only one that I know who drives as bad as the car is going.”

Cat pursed her lips as she dug in her purse, the recollection of Ryan muttering about a remote control car clearly on her mind. She grinned as she found her trusty bottle of black nail polish. “Perfect rebuttal. The polish comes off with a spot of acetone on a q-tip. No harm to the camera. But it will give the boys a run for their money.” Rebecca laughed and held out her arm to let her go capture the camera as their own prisoner of war. Cat response to the laugh had been a sinister smile as she ventured to the camera. Cat bent down to pick up the remote-control car, holding the camera to her face. After waving at the camera, she unscrewed the nail polish bottle before lightly dabbing the black lacquer onto the lens. This had been the end of the silly boys' little ploy.

The time to venture towards the ballroom of the gala had come. When Cat had stepped in the room, timid azure eyes searched for any sign of the guitarist. Out of nowhere, arms looped around the small of her waist. Cat jumped, though was all smiles when she noticed that the 'culprit' had been Ryan. “You look incredible Kitten.” Cat blushed as she brushed her lips against his. “Thanks, you look rather dashing yourself Ry.” The two continued to mingle along with others, seeing to it that all organizations went according to plan.

Though, as time passed, Ryan seemed to grow more and more pale and more and more silent. Cat stared at her boyfriend questioningly. “Ryan, are you feeling alright?” Ryan shook his head than nodded, pressing a hand against his mouth so to show that he was starting to feel a bit on the ill side. This was mostly nerve-related. Ryan did have that tendency to get high-strung around big functions and performances.

Fortunately, Becca did well to distract Ryan from his nerves for just the slightest moment. “Hey Ryan. And don’t worry, this is just a silly benefit. And you’re not even opening. That falls to Petey and the others. Love the outfit, too.”Ryan swallowed, inwardly hoping that all calmed down. “Thanks,” he whispered before clamping his mouth shut. If he had felt any worse, he'd have to bolt. “Aww, Love,” Cat cooed as she rubbed his back in small circles. He instantly relaxed, though still looked some on the peaky side. “Mmm sort of better,” he murmured at this contact. There was just something about Cat's presence that had always put him at ease.

The gala had officially started with Pete's opener, and soon Becca was called to the front to make her own speech.

“Thank you. Like my brother so aptly put it, I am here to announce a few more things before the evening continues. First I would like to thank each and every one of you for coming out to support our cause, it means a lot to each of us, and we are glad that others share the compassion for it. Secondly, I am also here to announce the next proceedings of the evening, along with the winner of a contest from the local radio station of WAZU 94.3 FM that has also helped us to prepare this lovely benefit.”

Cat scoffed, causing some heads to turn towards her. She merely waved it off as nothing at all. If they had a problem with her opinion, they could deal with it. She was in pain, and now she had to endure this notion of one of the boys possibly being auctioned off like some prized trophy of sorts. Opening her purse, she took out some pills which she popped into her mouth, daintily washing them down with her water. With silence, she continued to listen to Becca.

“Next on the schedule of events is the four course meal provided by the staff of the lovely hotel that we are fortunate enough to be seated in, also the entertainment shall be provided by the string quartet on staff here as well. Following the dinner shall be our keynote speaker, Mr. Albert Hernand, who has been our go-between for our entire involvement with the cause we are here supporting tonight. After Mr. Hernand’s speech, will be the collection of donations available at this time. Donations will also be taken at the charity’s main office downtown in the Dopplemeyer Building. But now it is my pleasure to welcome another person to the stage, the man behind the idea of the contest to help in our cause this evening, the Publicity’s Manager of WAZU, Mr. Brad Richell.”
Rebecca smiled and clapped as the older man walked up onto the stage, taking the microphone from Rebecca with a kind smile. She stepped over to the side for a moment as he spoke before taking the microphone back as he handed to her and stepped off the stage. Cat raised an eyebrow, but masked a smile, clapping herself. After all, this would all soon be over, right?

“Thank you. As Miss Wentz said, my station has supported the bands in this event and have also given our listeners a chance to show their support for the cause as well by taking donations from listeners and donating them all to the charity. The contest in question is one that has a prize for not only the lucky listener who was fortunate enough to win the prize, but also a prize for our cause, which came in the form of the largest single donation to our branch of the drive. But I’m going to allow Miss Wentz to announce the winner and the prize. Thank you again.”

“Lucky winner indeed!” Cat had hissed under her breath, reaching for a glass of wine as a waiter passed by with a tray full of wine glasses. In turn, she took a good swig of it. Right, perhaps that could take the edge off her for a bit.

“As Mr. Richell said, the winner tonight has also given the largest single donation to the fund in response to hearing of her win.” Rebecca smiled and paused as the light smatter of applause, motioning for the boys to come back out onto the stage, smiling as she took the envelope with the winner’s name in it from Patrick. She turned back to the crowd with a smile. Cat frowned again, and drained the glass before staring darkly at it as it was now empty. Damn.

“The winner of the contest has been awarded not only several items of merchandise from each of the bands represented tonight along with the radio station, but has also won the chance to have an evening with the member of their choice of the bands represented here as well.”

Cat looked ready to kill as her gaze had fallen towards Ryan and Spencer slipping away. Her heart jumped to her throat as she silently cheered them. Though, her eyes narrowed into tiny blue slits as she noticed Pete pushing them begrudgingly back onto the stage.

“And now, would one of the wonderful drummers care to give me a drumroll?”

Spencer, in hopes of still hiding, opted to volunteer for the drumroll. Cat tapped her fingernails against the surface of the table, starting to become quite agitated by now. When would this horrid affair end? Sipping from her second glass of wine, Cat listened intently to the name to be mentioned.

“And the winner of the contest is Lilly Marshalls. Lilly, come up to receive your prize.”

Cat choked on her wine as she stared at the stage in horror. It so seemed that her memories had come back to haunt her. No, not her. Why her? Catrianna could feel that familiar sting in her eyes. She was at the verge of tears as she watched the girl on the stage. Please, not Ryan, please.

“And just who would you like to have the honor of having one evening with?”

“Andy Hurley, of course!”

Cat breathed a sigh of relief and had clapped for the moment, as it was good that she hadn't picked Ryan. Never in her life, would she want her lover to have to deal with the likes of Lillian Marshalls. Though, soon, panic set in as she saw how the redhead had wanted to practically smother Andy with her so-called compassion. No, Cat would have to disappear, else she would be forced to do something she'd later regret.

She had waited until Becca was in sight and all were at the table before she approached her about a private moment, hand clutching the fourth glass of wine tightly. Cat did not like to drink all that much. But for now, that was all that kept her from ripping that audacious redhead to shreds. “Um, could you guys excuse me for a moment? I’ll be right back. Becca, could I get you to come and help with the dress?”

Rebecca gave Cat a confused look, but nodded and stood after they had all finished the last course of the meal. She walked with Cat to the bathroom, where Cat could no longer hold in those tears. Luckily the hotel was swanky enough to have furniture in the bathrooms, so Rebecca led her friend over to the small chaise. “Cat, what’s wrong?”

Cat shook her head, tears trickling down, some splattering against the glass which she still clutched. “It’s her. That bloody tart!”

Rebecca was more than a little confused, as she had been accustomed to Cat calling multiple people tarts, even on occasion being called one herself. She went and grabbed a few tissues and brought them back to her friend, sitting on the chaise beside her, wrapping an arm around Cat. “What do you mean? I’m sorry, but I’m not catching what you’re talking about, Cat.”

Cat shuddered involuntarily as she recalled her past. It didn't help that her back still continued to twinge from the set-up work they had done earlier on in the day. “The bloody tart who won the contest. She was supposedly my friend at school. The one who lured me out onto the roof that night. Now do you see why I’m upset? She is crazy, Becca. And I don’t want to be anywhere near her. And I certainly don’t trust her around Andy. He’s too sweet for such a tart.”

Rebecca bit her bottom lip as Cat told her that the girl who had won the contest for a date with one of the boys had been the person who was the cause of Cat’s big injury that she still suffered with. Although she couldn’t help but giggle at her comments about wanting to keep Andy away from her . The Brit shook her head at Becca. This was no laughing matter. Did she not know how dangerous and manipulative this girl really was. She would probably slip arsenic into someone's food if they dared to cross her in a way she did not see fit.

“Shh, don’t worry about Andy. Besides, he made me promise that me and Patrick would make it a double date with him as soon as we got off the stage. I think she scared him too.” Cat nodded at this remark. “Good,” she murmured, staring off into the distance before she noticed that ever familiar mischievous smirk of Becca's.
“I say we call an emergency meeting of our girlfriend’s club. A secret undercover mission to save our beloved Andy from some crazed fangirl. I don’t think you would have to do much convincing to get Ry to take you out. And just so happen by coincidence show up at the same place as Andy and the loony are, at just the same time. We could stake out the date, to make sure she doesn’t try and pull a fast one on him. That and he’ll have Patrick and me to watch after him.” Cat's eyes lit up at this idea as she sipped from her wine glass in contemplation. “Ingenious, truly ingenious.”

Cat sighed once she caught a glimpse of her reflection. “Right. Sounds like a good plot. Although now I’ve made a mess of myself over that bloody tart.” She wiped a smudge under her eye before giving Becca a pitiful smile. Becca's mother-hen nature seemed to kick in right here. “Oh pish, nothing a little warm water can’t fix. Although we have a habit of meeting like this in bathrooms, don’t we?” Cat smiled meekly at this, recalling that one day when she came to visit... Back when Ryan had been with Amber. Bloody bitch of a tart she turned out to be.

“So come on, let’s get you cleaned up that way you can go back out there and pretend you never knew her. Tomorrow we’ll call our special meeting and start Operation Tart Toaster.” Rebecca giggled at the funny name she had randomly pulled from thin air and held her hand out to help Cat up. She stood by as Cat washed her face and turned back to her with a small smile. As they were leaving the restroom, she leaned over to whisper in Cat’s ear. “At least you didn’t have to win a contest to get a man. ...... Tart Toaster.” She giggled again at the silly name as she walked back out to the table with Cat, smiling as Ryan before she had left the two lovebirds mingle.

Ryan had immediately jumped up as he noticed that Cat had finally shown up. Cat let herself rest a bit against her lover, as all that wine had started to get her to feel rather dizzy to this point. “Everything okay, Cat?” Ryan asked, noticing that she had looked to be a bit unsteady. Just how much had she had to drink that night? Funny, she wasn't much of a drinker on a normal basis. Had this gala bothered her that much? “Yeah, just had to grab a run to the loo, and the bloody dress is near impossible to loosen by myself. So I had Becca come along. Besides, we had a spot of girl talk, nothing unusual, right?” Cat flashed a serene smile at Becca, and giggled lightly as she mouthed out the word 'Tart Toaster.'

Ryan shook his head. “How much have you had to drink?” Cat bit her lower lip, looking away. She knew that excessive drinking was a touchy subject with Ryan from time to time, given what had happened to his father. “Perhaps this wasn't a good day for me,” she whispered, casting Ryan an apologetic gaze. Ryan affectionately rubbed her cheek. “I just don't want you to harm yourself, that's all.” Suddenly, a flashbulb lit up in Ryan's mind as his lips curled into a suggestive little grin. “Want to disappear?” he whispered in Cat's ear, letting his hand slip around her waist as he spoke. Cat blushed as she noticed what he was hinting at. “Sure, disappearing sounds like a brilliant idea.” This agreement being made, the two had managed to slip away from the party, and into the suite where the boys had wound up getting ready at. Before the door closed, Ryan saw to it that the 'Do Not Disturb' sign had been put up, so to not have any disruptions.

A/N: Gee wonder what will happen there :P R & R – please – and thank you :)
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