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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 here goes another chapter... I swear, I'm getting to the juicy stuff.

Ryan sat on his bed, bouncing a rubber ball against his wall, just staring ahead in a daze. Again, Becca's words echoed in the back of his mind. 'Cat loves you.' that was impossible. He would have known it. Hell, she would have said something, right? As those questions raced through Ryan's mind, Spencer walked into the room, seeing his childhood friend acting in some depressive funk of sorts. Last time he had seen him like this was when his father had died. Though, that was to be expected. Whether in disagreement or not with many things, it was not easy to lose one's parents. “Ry?” he asked, stepping into the room. “What the hell is going on? I mean, since you and Becca had that one argument, you've been walking around like this total zombie.”

Ryan sighed, catching the ball, which he rolled between his palms as he spoke. “Becca told me that Cat was in love with me. Sounds stupid doesn't it?” Spencer shook his head. “You mean you didn't notice?” Ryan narrowed his eyes at his friend and fellow band mate. “Great Spence, that makes me feel a lot better.” Spencer raised an eyebrow at this change in mood. Hmm, from melancholia to anger. Well, that was something. “So, you have no idea what to do?” Spencer laughed. Ryan was so prone to love drama, that it was all too tempting to double up in laughter. Though, for the sake of his well-being and Ry's sanity, Spencer refrained from laughing. “If I were you, I'd cast Amber to Hell and go for Cat. She's pretty hot you know.” Ryan shook his head at this. “Smooth man, suggest me to dump my girlfriend when today happens to be Valentine's Day. Some sensitive guy you are.” Spencer shrugged. “That's just my honest opinion. Ry? You're supposed to take Amber out tonight, right? Maybe you need to get cleaned up for that?” Ryan sighed, rubbing his hand against his cheek, the facial hair growth ever obvious at this point. He sighed, resigned, as he headed towards the bathroom, figuring that Spence was right about the shower and shaving thing.

Spencer whistled as he stepped out of Ryan's room. All in a day's work. At least he had gotten him to act like Ryan, rather than some drone. He stuck his head in Brendon's room though turned his head away as he had saw him making out with some chick. “God Damn Brendon, lock your room when you do that,” he muttered. Brendon was definitely a player, though a selective one at that. So to push the idea of gouging his eyes out aside, he went to his computer, figuring he'd be able to chat. Jon had been in Chicago visiting with his girlfriend and with the rest of the gang that chilled around Chicago. He stuck his earphones on and then signed onto messenger.

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-*Ole_blue_eyes has signed on*-

Spencer looked at his list and pulled two people into a chat room with him.
-*Disturbed_Ramenite has entered the room*-
-*Mystical_Cat has entered the room.*-

Ole_blue_eyes: Happy Single Awareness Day!!

Disturbed_Ramenite: -Thwaps Spencer- Hey who are you calling single?

Mystical_Cat: ....
Ole_blue_eyes: Reby, you are abusive, you know that?

Disturbed_Ramenite: And don't forget it. Anyways, ix-nay on the omance-ray alk-tay.

Mystical_Cat: You know I understand Pig Latin, right?

Ole_blue_eyes: Cat, you know you really ought to talk to Ry.

Mystical_Cat: Is this why I was pulled in here? You know I could have something planned for all anyone knows.

Ole_blue_eyes: Yet you keep talking rather than signing off.

Disturbed_Ramenite: STOP IT!! BOTH OF YOU! Now, what's going on with Ry?

Mystical_Cat: I don't believe I should be here right now.

Disturbed_Ramenite: CATRIANNA MARIE SINCLAIR! YOU ARE GOING TO STAY, ELSE I'LL FLY TO LONDON TO ABSOLUTELY THROTTLE YOU!

Ole_blue_eyes: Wow, Caps much? Anyways, I think he's starting to crack. Well, at least I got him to shower. He's supposed to meet the Wicked Bitch of the West at the Venetian. Can you say gag me? That's where the gondolas are.

Mystical_Cat: Really, Spencer if you continue to talk about this, I am going to close out.

Disturbed_Ramenite: Cat, just let him finish. I want to see what's going on. Perhaps you ought to as well. Knowing Ryan, he's probably been trying to contact you for some time.

Mystical_Cat: About once a day, but what difference does that make?

Disturbed_Ramenite: Hapless lovers are so clueless.

Ole_blue_eyes: That, they are. Anyways, this is the thing. Amber called my cell to cancel for Ryan. I just haven't had the heart to tell him.

Disturbed_Ramenite: Oh no, Spencer, you didn't...

Mystical_Cat: Am I missing something?

Ole_blue_eyes: I think some shit is going to hit the fan. As much as an ass that I might seem, it might be for the best.

Disturbed_Ramenite: Do you remember Jac Spencer?

Ole_blue_eyes: Of course! She was a whore.

Mystical_Cat: It seems that Ryan is fond of tarts...

Disturbed_Ramenite: CATRIANNA!

Mystical_Cat: ....

Ole_blue_eyes: And there he goes. Ryro has left the building.

Disturbed_Ramenite: Not good. Spencer, I ought to fly to Chicago to knock you senseless. This was much too rash.

Meanwhile...

Ryan had reached the Venetian, and had given the keys to the valet. He might as well go through with this, now that he made plans. He entered, and then stared at his watch, waiting for time to tick by. When 7 PM came, he heard some giggling which caught his attention. When he turned his head, his face had paled. There, Amber had been in a heated make-out session with another guy. Ryan had been seeing red at this point. He actually had the gall to walk up to her and this guy.

“Amber, what a surprise.” Amber turned her head to find Ryan. Right then and there, her face paled. “Ry, I can explain.” Ryan shook his head. “Don't bother. We're through.” With this, he turned and started to walk out of the lobby. Amber's mouth dropped, and the guy with her had started to edge away. “Amber, something just came up.” With this, the guy quickly high-tailed out of there. “Chris, wait.” She was too late, though, she was able to catch up to the retreating Ryan. She grabbed him by the arm, to which he jerked out of her grip before whirling around. “I have nothing to say Amber. We're through. Got that?”

The blond shouted the next phrase in the Venetian for all to hear. “RYAN ROSS, YOU ARE THE MOST PATHETIC BASTARD EVER! DO YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD HANG AROUND AND WAIT FOR YOU TO GET OVER YOUR DEPRESSIVE SPELLS LIKE THAT? I HAVE NEEDS!!”

Ryan's eyes were blinded as a camera flash hit his eye. Soon there was more. Of course, this was a popular destination for celebrities on this god-forsaken holiday. “Needs? You need mental help, that I know. You're one psychotic bitch you know that? Have a nice life.” With this, Ryan ducked away from the small cluster of reporters and had dashed to his car where he had sped to the penthouse. When he got in, completely out of breath, Spencer raised an eyebrow. “What the hell did you do?” Ryan stalked into his room, slamming the door behind him. Something in Spencer told him to turn on the news. He was completely floored when he did so.

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Ole_blue_eyes: Oh shit...

Disturbed_Ramenite: What happened?

Mystical_Cat: ???
Ole_blue_eyes: Both of you, turn on your TVs.

Disturbed_Ramenite: Oh god- it was all a set-up? Where's Ryan?

Ole_blue_eyes: In his room. Here's hoping that he hasn't hung himself by now. All I've got to say is, Ding Dong the Bitch is Dead...

Mystical_Cat: BLOODY HELL!! Did...

Disturbed_Ramenite: Yes my dear British friend. I do believe the shit has hit the fan.

Ole_blue_eyes: Guys, seriously, I'm getting concerned. I think I'm going to sign off now. Something doesn't seem right.

>Ole_blue_eyes has signed off<

Mystical_Cat: What is that supposed to mean!?!?!?

Disturbed_Ramenite: Cat... Spence and I have been trying to tell you this for a long time... When Ryan falls, he falls hard... Painfully hard.

Mystical_Cat: Oh God, what have I done?

Disturbed_Ramenite: Nothing that couldn't be prevented. Though, you might want to rethink your Ry hiatus about now. It seems to me that he might be needing his best friend again.

Mystical_Cat: Oh my god, he's calling me.

>Mystical_Cat has signed off<

>Disturbed_Ramenite has signed off<

Ryan had been pacing back and forth as he waited for Cat to pick up her phone. “Damnit Cat, pick up... Please-” his train of words had been cut off by a breathless “Hullo?” Ryan collapsed onto his bed, hearing Cat's voice again. “Cat...” The girl cut him off. “I'm sorry Ryan, so very sorry.” Ryan shook his head from his end of the phone. “I'm the one that should be saying that to many, you mainly.” “Forget about that, let bygones be bygones.” Ryan let out a shuddering breath, knowing that it was going to take a lot more than that. “Wait, what are you doing up at 3 AM?” Cat's laugh seemed to put him at ease, even for the slightest moment. “I couldn't sleep. Honestly, I don't think I've had a full-night's sleep since New Year's. “I really am sorry..” Cat cringed when she heard rustling from downstairs. “Ry, as much as I'd like to talk, I think I just woke up the matriarch. I'll talk to you later.” With this, Cat quickly hung up. Ryan stared at his phone in disbelief before shaking his head. He then remembered Spencer.

Cursing under his breath, he went for the door, unlocking it and flinging it open. Unfortunately, Spencer had been listening from the door, so when it had flung open, it had cracked him dead on. “For the love of God Ry!” Spence cupped his hand under his nose, which had started to bleed, heavily. “Dude I just think you broke by dose” he spoke thickly, rushing to the bathroom where he could grab a towel. Right when he was grabbing a towel, Brendon had stuck his head out of his room. He had finished his rendezvous with that one chick hours ago, and had now been sitting in his room, plucking at the piano some. “Spence, you're bleeding all over the fucking place, what the hell?” Ryan was staring with a wide-eyed stare as he finally connected the pieces. “God Spence, I'm sorry.” Brendon frowned in confusion. “Ry, you busted Spence's nose? What the fuck did you do?” Spencer shook his head in exasperation as he tilted his head up, in attempt to stop the bleeding. Ryan sighed, reaching for his keys. “Bren, Spence, we're going to the ER.” With a bleeding Spencer and a bewildered Brendon, they made it to the car, while at it, ducking from camera flashes. “What the F-” Brendon was quickly interrupted by Ryan. “Shut up and get in the damn car Brendon.” Soon, the three boys had made it to the safe haven of the Emergency Room. Spencer's nose had, indeed, been broken, but not to the extent that surgery was necessary. Once the swelling went down, all would be back to normal. Thus, here ended one hellacious Valentine's Day.

One month later, Catrianna found herself again flying from London to Las Vegas. This time, she had fully intended to not let the shit hit the fan any longer. She had yet to make amends with Ryan, and had fully intended to do so with this visit. Though, it was quite different now. The boys had been hidden away at a cabin to start recording their new album. Sure enough, Ryan was waiting at the terminal, just like last time. “Good god, there's a girl waiting at baggage claim again isn't there?” Ryan sighed, but he shook his head, sticking his hands in his pockets. “You'll see,” he muttered as he led the way. Sure enough, there had been a girl waiting at baggage claim. But it had turned out to be...

“BECCA!!” Cat had cried out, flinging her arms around her friend. “CAT!” A squee fest ensued to which Ryan had tried to escape from. Becca smiled faintly. “Guess our spring breaks were mutual. I was able to escape the madness of Chicago yet again, thanks to Spencer, that is.” The two had chattered endlessly as Ryan found himself rolling his eyes at the two. Girls... Fortunately they had reached the secluded cabin quick enough, and rooms were assigned. Again, Becca and Cat would be roomies. There was absolutely no problem with that whatsoever.

Spring break turned out to be quite the excellent experience. The boys had actually agreed to take the week off, much to everyone's surprise. Becca, of course, made the comment about the matter. “Hell hath clearly frozen over,” she declared, only to get thwapped by a pillow that Ryan happened to grab from the couch. Though, push came to shove, and groups seemed to moderately split off amongst themselves. Brendon and Jon had gone off into their own corner. Spencer and Becca were already catching up, as they seemed to be quite close to one another. This left Ryan and Cat to talk amongst themselves.

Cat smiled shyly at Ryan, who seemed to have a rather pensive expression to him. “Ry? Are you alright?” Ryan broke from his daze, forcing a small grin. “Yeah, I guess. Hey Cat, think you might want to join me for going out for food? There's this new Thai place that I've been wanting to try. Cat smiled as she nodded in invitation. “Sure. I'm absolutely ravenous.” Ryan grinned sheepishly. “Somehow, I knew you'd be.” Cat promptly elbowed him before she walked out to the car, waiting for him. It was here where Brendon did that suggestive wraggle of his eyebrows. “Ry's girl is feisty. I've got to give her props for that.” Ryan shook his head as he grabbed his keys from the table, catching up with Cat. “Alright, let's go.” The food seemed to taste alright, and the two seemed to have a good meal where they could talk. Somehow, Ryan felt that melancholia leave him in the company of this girl. Could Becca have been right about...? He quickly pushed his mind out of this thought train as the two continued to have quite the good time.

After they had gotten back, the six had agreed on movie night. Becca had taken it upon herself to put in a comedy. Oddly, she had put in 40 Year Old Virgin. It wasn't long before the jeering had started towards Brendon, who seemed to enjoy doing everything but actual sex. Then, there was Ryan and Cat, who were the most chaste out of the group. Even Becca seemed to be able to take more puns without the serious blushing that it caused Cat. Jon was the first to speak. “So, which one is the virgin? Bren or Ry?” Spencer raised an eyebrow, thinking of Valentine's day. He rubbed his nose unconsciously, glad that it had eventually gone back to normal. “My vote is that it's Ry.”

All eyes turned to Ryan, who hardly had uttered a peep. “Ryan, are you alright?” Becca asked, noticing that this was most certainly peculiar behavior in Ryan. Ryan shook his head wearily. “I really don't feel so hot,” he muttered, though he tried to concentrate on the movie itself. It was generally one of his favorites, but he really couldn't get completely into the movie. When it got to the scene of where the drunk girl had puked on the virgin, Ryan had bolted out of the room. Clearly, something did not agree with him, as he could hardly leave the bathroom without expelling the contents of his stomach.

Cat had grown concerned about Ryan when he hadn't returned, and headed towards the bathroom where she found a very pale and miserable looking Ryan. “I'm dying... I swear I'm dying,” he spoke with a raspy voice, his throat raw from all the vomiting. He was able to get to his bed with the aid of the Pepto Bismol which he had been chugging, just to coat his insides which seemed to want to turn inside-out. But, by morning, he was back, giving the porcelain god many offerings. Brendon had been approaching the bathroom, having been in the midsts of brushing his teeth. Though, when he realized it was Ry sick again, he chose to go to finish brushing his teeth in the other bathroom. As he was leaving that bathroom, Jon had raised an eyebrow. “I didn't use the upstairs, because Ry's in there.” Jon could tell by the grossed-out expression in the vocalist that this meant that Ryan had been at it again. He bounded up the stairs. “So, Ry... Morning sickness huh? When's the baby due?” Ryan merely responded by flipping Jon off before he rested his head against the cold porcelain.

Hours passed, and it was Spence himself that took to calling some doctor to come to the cabin. In the meantime, Becca and Cat kept constant vigil. Apparently, Ryan had started to run a fever by now, one that was starting to make him delirious. As the doctor looking him over, he seemed to be muttering incoherently under his sleep about some performance. Though, there was no performance for months. The doctor had eventually found a conclusion. It had been food poisoning from the food that he had consumed at the restaurant with Cat. The reason why Cat hadn't been fazed was because she hadn't touched the seafood. “God, last time I eat fish... It tastes so bad coming back up,” he groaned, though fortunately had nothing left in his system to vomit, so he was good for now. Eventually, he was able to sustain food in moderation. Towards the middle of the week, he was already able to moderately get around, though had tired easily from the days that no nutrients had entered his body. He had woken up from a nap when he saw Cat sitting there, reading a book. She had sat there the entire night, it seemed. He opened his eyes sleepily and then reached for Cat, taking her hand.

Cat jumped slightly at the touch, and had initially thought that Ryan was delirious again. So, she decided to start by talking more about simple things. “How are you feeling?” Ryan smiled slightly as he then responded. “Better now that you're here.” Cat raised an eyebrow, but she sat on the bed. “What is that supposed to mean?” Ryan sat up, smiling ruefully as he met her gaze. “What do you want it to mean?” Catrianna frowned at the way this conversation was going. “Come again?”

Ryan chose this moment to lean over to graze his lips over Catrianna's own. “Does this answer your question?” Cat was now shocked as she pressed a hand againt her lips. “Bloody hell,” she murmured, blushing furiously to the point that she had to turn her head away. Ryan scrambled to the other side to see her hidden face. “Are you blushing?” Catrianna blushed more furiously. “No.” Ryan moved her hands away from her face. “Prove it.” The girl sighed, revealing her cherry red face. “You win.”

Ryan smiled flirtatiously here. “I win huh? So, what's my prize?” Cat raised an eyebrow at this. “What do you want it to be?” Ryan smiled as he took her hands into his own. “A date, with me, just you and me..” Cat bit her lip though eventually regained her ability to speak. “I suppose...” A deafening silence fell between the two before Ryan spoke again. “When I mean date, I mean our first date as an official couple. So, Cat? How about it? Would you be my girlfriend if given the chance?” He tilted his head, giving almost a pouty face here. Cat laughed as she cupped Ryan's face between her hands. “Yes, in the blink of an eye.” Ryan smiled at this. “Good, because I really was asking you to be my girlfriend.” Cat let out a small squee at this to which Ryan cringed, still having that mild headache. “So, it's a yes then?” Cat flung her arms around Ryan. “YES, YES, A MILLION TIMES YES!”

A/N: There, happy couple... more to come!
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