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Family Tradition	By : medievalcutie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Fall Out Boy Views: 2896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Fall Out Boy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: So if you haven't done it already, go read Emo_Koala's story in the Panic! at the Disco section. It's Cat's backstory and her take on the events in this one. Also it seems to have given me a spree of ideas that hopefully I will be able to get out into new chapters soon enough. But here's the new chapter my darlings! *hugs*

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Rebecca had been sitting at the family piano running her hands over the keys letting whatever melody popped into her head come out of her fingers on the keys all morning. At the moment it was a romantic melody that she had learned when she had been first taking lessons. She had closed her eyes, letting the slow and haunting melody seep into her bones. She couldn’t help but feel the emotions of the song hitting a chord with her, as she had long since found the connection with the romantic composers.

She was letting her fingers run over the keys, feeling the rise and fall of the music helping with the still turbulent emotions of the recent events. She wasn’t quite sure why the haunting melodies were so appealing to her at the moment, but she had only been playing the familiar slow and flowing melodies. She jumped when she heard the sound of the dogs starting to bark, which could only mean that there were visitors. At first she debated on moving to answer the door, but then remembered that she was the only person in this part of the house, as her mom was at work and the boys had locked themselves up in the basement again. And so she sighed and walked to the door, glad that she had changed out of her pajamas this morning rather than simply lounging around in the oversized band shirts of Pete’s and shorts that she had been doing lately.

When she opened the door, she noticed Cat standing there with an older guy. She was a little confused about what exactly was going on, but soon enough Cat spoke introducing the older man as her father. Becca nodded and held out her hand with a small smile, turning as she heard a shuffling from behind her and noticed Ryan and Pete standing behind her, arms full of paperwork. She smiled at the thought of having friendly face helping out with the trial. She would need as much help as she could and every friendly face would help. She opened the door a little wider and stood out of the way so that both the Sinclair’s could enter.

“Come in, come in. Would either of you like something to drink? We have pretty much anything you could think of, as Mom’s been stocking up from all the visitors we seem to have been getting.”

“I’m fine, thank you. Catrianna, would you like something? You didn’t eat much on the flight over.”

Rebecca turned her attention to Cat with a small frown on her lips. She knew that her friend had a bad habit of not eating, especially when nervous or anxious about something, and she worried about Cat, particularly since she seemed to be looking a little thinner than normal lately. But Cat merely shook her head and pointed off towards the living room, leading her dad into the larger room where they could more comfortably talk about the case and such. Becca knew that it was going to be a long process so she headed to the kitchen to get a bottle of soda for herself.

In the kitchen she smiled slightly at the sight of Patrick working on making sandwiches for everyone as it was approaching lunchtime. He had been one of the guys who had refused to leave the Wentz home while they were working out all the stuff for the trial which was set to start within a few days. It had put everyone on edge lately, and she was glad that she was surrounded by her friends and such, especially ones that were so adamant about helping first hand with the trial.

“So what’s bothering you, Reby? The trial again? You have that crease in your forehead that means you’re pondering about something really hard.”

Rebecca smiled as she felt Patrick’s arms wrap around her and nodded absently. The trial seemed to be the only thing she could think of. It didn’t matter what else she tried to think of, her thoughts kept going back to the trial. She had tried reading, watching movies and television, but all she could think of was the trial. Even though she knew it was probably not a good thing to be dwelling on the issue, she couldn’t seem to take her mind off it.

“Yeah, the trial is all that I can think of. Nothing else works. I’ve tried reading, watching movies, even playing around at the piano. But it just goes right back to the trial. You know, sometimes I think this trial business is some sort of weird payback for having been fortunate enough with so much other stuff.”

“Reby, this trial is not some karma backfire thing or even anything anyone has done wrong. This is because the girl Ryan broke up with is a stuck up snob who wants even more than she already has been given. Personally, I think Ryan is much better off with Cat. Reby, it will all turn out okay.”

Rebecca frowned as she had been getting a little frustrated with everyone telling her that everything would be alright. She knew that things could turn out bad, and not just for her, but for everyone. Not to mention having been a little more frazzled than normal lately with the trial hassles.

“Please don’t use the nonsense about it will all turn out okay, Patrick. Because you know what, it might not turn out okay. My brother could lose his business and have even more scandal to fight off. I’m already so publicly trashed that I don’t want to go out of my own house. Ryan is fighting with this stuff while he should be planning a wedding. Everything is screwy and all I can hear is that everything will be okay.”

She could tell that she had unintentionally hurt Patrick’s feeling in the little outburst, but she couldn’t help it. She felt like the worst scum on the side of the street and had the ominous feeling that things were going to very quickly turn to worse. Her family and friends were threatened which made it even worse for her as she could handle being targeted herself. After all, she didn’t care too much what others thought of her. But she was just a jumble of things and hated herself almost as much as she hated the trial and what it was doing to everyone around her.

“Patrick --- “

“No, it’s okay, Reby. I understand. Well, I’m going to take these sandwiches in the living room and see if anyone else is hungry.”

Rebecca watched as Patrick picked up the platter and headed in the direction of the living room, a hurt look in his eyes. She put her head down on the counter in her arms, muttering curses at herself. She had botched that nicely, hadn’t she? She heard someone come up behind her and didn’t even bother to look. After all, there might be a large number of people staying in the house, but she knew her brother’s shuffle from living with him for her entire life.

“Petey, please don’t come to lecture me. I’m already beating myself up enough for everyone else.”

“I didn’t come to lecture. I came for sodas. But how did you even know it was me?”

“I’ve lived with you long enough to know your walk.”

“Oh. Becca, what would I have to lecture about?”

Rebecca sighed as her brother asked the question she knew he was going to. She stood and turned to lean against the counter, wanting nothing more at the moment than to go back to bed and wake up with all this trial business as a nightmare.

“I snapped at Patrick. ... Again. Sometimes I wonder why he hangs around. I’m not the nicest of people, and certainly not the easiest to be with, with more than enough baggage for anyone’s lifetime.”

Pete walked over and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back lightly. She didn’t know why she was so close to her oldest brother. But she just knew the bond was there and close.

“He stays because he’s head over heels for you. He has been googly eyes on you for years. And now that he has finally gathered the courage to do something about it, and has found out that you seem to return the feelings. I would be shocked into next year if he walked away from that. Besides, even with all the so-called baggage, you’re still an amazing catch.”

“Yeah, well, you’re required to say that. You’re my brother.”

“Not required, Becca. Trust me.”

Rebecca laughed and shook her head. Sometimes she wondered if she really was blood related to him.

“Just get your sodas and get out, Petey.”

“Of course, dearie.”
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