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Family Tradition	By : medievalcutie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Fall Out Boy Views: 2896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay, so updates maybe aren't going as quickly as I would like. Mainly due to my muse being on vacation it seems, or having fun with a new role play site I've been addicted to lately. So since this chapter is another taken mainly from Emo_Koala (aka Cat)'s story, I again bow down to her amazing plot bunnies and writing skill. You guys should seriously check out her story if you haven't already. Any flubs with the law system are innocently made (I'm not a law student and have never nor will ever want to be one). Okay, so with one more chapter I should be caught up with her, and maybe getting some new ideas out there. School starts in three weeks for me, so when I get back to school updates might really start to suffer, so please just bear with me, you guys make me smile. But now without any more useless author drivel that I'm sure most of you guys don't read, on to the new chapter. *hugs*

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Rebecca had been so upset and nervous by the fact that it was closing arguments and the verdict, that she had spent too much time in debating on what to wear, and was now almost late to her own court proceedings. She hurried out to her small car, cursing openly to herself. She somehow managed to make it down to the car and head out without killing herself in the heels that she had slid on at the last minute after giving up and putting on her favorite light gray suit. She quickly got into the car and sped off in the direction of the courthouse.

By some miracle, she managed to make it to the courthouse in one piece and without getting a speeding ticket, although she realized something that she had forgotten to do before leaving the house as she rushed up the stairs catching sight of Mr. Sinclair looking rather perturbed. She hesitated for a moment as he reminded her immensely of Cat, particularly when she was in a bad mood and about to kill anyone who apposed her. Boy, she was glad he was on her side.

“Good, you made it in time, we're expected to start in fifteen minutes or so.”

Rebecca smiled shyly with a quick glance over at the clock, trying to figure out if she would be able to rush to the restroom and then make it to the courtroom in time. Although at the moment she knew she would have to risk being late, or worse, having to leave during the trial.

“Sir, is it alright if I make a quick trip to the ladies' room?”

At first Becca thought he would say no, he frowned so. This time she was sure that Cat and her father shared the trait, as she had seen the same frown on Cat’s face more times than she would have liked. But thankfully for her, he nodded. She thought she would kiss the older man for such thoughtfulness.

“Yes, but do make it brief, this judge seems to be quite picky as it is.”

“Thank you!”

As Rebecca was finishing up in the restroom, she heard rushed footsteps coming in and soon after the sounds of someone sick. Luckily for her, growing up with two older brothers had given her a tough stomach if nothing else. She was about to ask if the other person would like something to help when she heard the other voice.

“I can't do this anymore.”

The accent gave away that it was a British person, and Becca only knew of one possibility, not to mention having gotten rather accustomed to the sound of Cat’s voice, even when crying. She moved to wash her hands, letting the sounds of the running water override the noises of the other person continuing to be sick. Because even with a tough stomach, Becca’s nerves couldn’t handle hearing someone else being sick.

“Cat?”

“Fuck.”

With that, Becca was answered, followed by Cat emerging from the stall looking sick and tired. Rebecca could instantly see that Spencer had been right in his comments that she hadn’t been taking care of herself. She was much thinner than before, which was saying something as Cat had always been skinny. She couldn’t help but frown seeing how awful her friend looked.

“Cat, you look like hell.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

She smiled seeing a semblance of a grin on Cat’s face and hearing the teasing response. She watched as Cat moved to the sinks to rinse her mouth, worry causing another frown across her face. Despite having a good guess as to what was wrong, she knew that she should at least ask.

“Cat, what's wrong?”

“I'm pregnant.”

The simple way in which Cat told her the news caused Rebecca to gasp. Along with the fact that Cat seemed to be sad for the news, rather than happy, as one would expect Cat to be, knowing Cat as well as she did. It also made the news more concrete, because she now knew for sure that was true.

“But Cat, that's good news, isn't it?”

“I can tell, it's not going to end well, just of how things are going, it's not going to make it.”

Just as Cat broke down into tears, Becca instantly wrapped her arms around her friend. She had perhaps become accustomed to comforting Cat through all the mess of their friendship, from the very beginning almost. So she simply rubbed Cat’s back lightly, trying to calm her friend down.

“Shhh, Cat- don't cry... You know that things will work their way in the end, all you have to do is have some faith.”

“It's just a bad time, such a bad time Becca. I don't know how-“

“Shh, Cat it'll all be alright, really in the end, it'll work out. In the meantime, we ought to get to the courtroom. From what I hear from your father, this judge is a bit anal.”

At least that last part merited a shaky laugh from Cat, and Becca looked into her friend’s face to try and make sure that she was really going to be okay.

“That's an underestimate.. Though I suppose you're right...”

Rebecca and Cat made it into the courtroom just as the judge was entering and telling them to be seated. Rebecca sat in the front with her brother and Patrick, the others sitting behind them. She pulled out the handkerchief that her father had let her borrow for the trial as his own good luck charm, as he had to be out of town with business for the trial, and lightly began to twist it between her fingers, hidden carefully under the table so no one else could see.

“First to state closing arguments, the Prosecution.”

Becca jumped at the judge’s voice booming out from the podium, glancing over to see the fierce looking woman who had made her life horrid for the last few days stand and walk forward. She watched as the woman walked up to the judge first then turned towards the jury.

“Thank you, Your Honor. Look at this girl here, one Amber Martley. She has endured great suffering, both physical and emotional on various levels. As you have seen on exhibits A and B, she had to endure several painful reconstructive surgeries to repair physical damage sustained on the night of the incident in question. Furthermore, from expert testimony, you have witnessed that she had also endured a psychological breakdown that had rendered her hospitalized for quite some time for rehabilitation....”

“Well, it clearly didn’t help.”

Rebecca turned her head slightly to see Brendon whispering in Ryan’s ear, only to get a jab in the ribs in return. She knew they weren’t purposely trying to get them into trouble, but with the hawk-eyed prosecutor, the smallest mistake could be bad business for them.

“Shh!”

“With this in mind, I have presented this case, in the hopes that justice can be served for this pour suffering soul.”

“Poor and suffering soul my ass.”

This time it was Jon who commented on the prosecutor’s speech. Becca agreed, wholeheartedly, but that didn’t matter. She still gave the boys a warning glare that threatened bodily harm if anyone else so much as made the smallest peep. Though luckily for them all, it was time for Cat’s father to get up and speak on her own behalf. She watched intently, hoping that her friend’s father could somehow say something to make the jury realize that she was the one hurt here and to let her go free.

“Ladies and Gents, we have heard the kind and concerning words of the prosecution, though we must stick to the evidence at large when deliberating in a case like this. For instance, on Exhibits A, B, and C, you notice that one Catrianna Sinclair had been injured by the Plaintiff. This being said, one Defendant, Rebecca Wentz, had clearly not been in the rightful state of mind when she had visually witnessed her friend being struck by a vehicle driven by a drunken Amber Martley on the night in question. Furthermore, it is stated that as a result of the falsifying press-coverage, one Rebecca Wentz is clearly marked a victim on this case, which adds question to the statements made against her by the plaintiff. What more, why should these issues mysteriously arise once word has escaped that a past flame, if you will, has taken a step towards another relationship?”

“This, I'd really like to hear.”

Becca elbowed Pete, frowning at his outburst. Were all the boys intent on giving a play-by-play commentary throughout the entire proceedings today?

“Hey, wouldn't you?”

She merely glared at her brother, wishing that he wouldn’t be so stubborn and pig-headed at least just this once. She turned her attention back to Mr. Sinclair as he finished up with his speech.

“What we have here is not a case of aggravated assault, or much the intentional infliction of emotional distress. The case we have here, as proven by the evidence, is merely the concoction of a disgruntled ex girlfriend. In giving rightful justice, it ought to be given to those that rightfully deserve that. Those, ladies and gentlemen, happen to be, in fact, the Defendants, not the plaintiff. It is with further ado that I implore you to consider this statement as you pass on your judgment for justice. Thank you.”

As Mr. Sinclair finished, the jury sat for a moment before filing out to deliberate on the verdict. Rebecca sat in the seat, still absently twirling her father’s handkerchief in her fingers, staring at the wood grain in the table. They were given a recess until the jury was finished, but she didn’t move. She didn’t want to move until she found out the result and had this entire thing over and done with, once and for all. Most of the others had either gone out to mingle more freely in the atrium, or had left for some form of refreshments or bathroom breaks. Several of them had offered to stay with her, but she had shrugged them all off, preferring to be alone for the moment. She even refused Mr. Sinclair, who she had quickly come to see as a kindly sort of man over the time he had been helping with the trial.

Rebecca heard someone walking up behind her and didn’t turn her gaze to look and see who it was, merely just staring at the handkerchief spinning between her fingers. She jumped as a pair of hands clasped down on hers gently. She turned and smiled weakly seeing that it was Patrick, back from the small break she had forced on even him.

“Shh, don’t worry. I know how much you hate hearing this, but everything is going to be okay. Mr. Sinclair has done an amazing job showing that this entire trial thing is just a sham from Amber trying to meddle in everyone’s business after being dumped by Ryan. And from the looks of the jury, they seem to have agreed with our side all along. So just calm down a little, Reby, please.”

Rebecca sighed and slid a little closer to Patrick, letting him wrap his arm around her shoulder. She hated how the trial had made her feel like a bad sort of person, especially the way she had treated her friends and Patrick. But she was lucky enough that they were understanding enough to have forgiven her.

“Thank you, Patrick. And I’m sorry for being such a miserable person lately. Just this whole thing has made me really out of it in general. Hopefully all of this will clear up and we can get back to normal soon enough. Or as close to normal as we can expect.”

“Of course. And there’s no reason for you to think you have to apologize. Besides, I was wondering if I could ask you something. After all the trial mess is over and such, I was wondering ---”

“Attention, please! The jury has finished deliberation and is ready to deliver their verdict. Would all persons in the matters of Martley vs Wentz please take their seats now.”

Rebecca jumped as a clerk spoke out from the front of the courtroom. She turned and gave Patrick a small smile in apology for being interrupted. Hopefully after everything settled, she could find out what he had been wanting to ask her. She watched as everyone filed back into the courtroom and sat down again, and after several minutes the judge and jury coming back in as well.

“Has the jury reached a verdict?”

She watched as a thin and wiry man in round glasses stood from his spot in the jury, holding a small slip of paper, that no doubt carried the verdict in writing. Such a small piece of paper to carry the rest of her life on it, she thought.

“Yes we have, your honor. We the jury, find the defendant, innocent of all charges...”

Rebecca thought she would faint of elation. She had stood to hear the verdict and now that she had been cleared she felt like all the weight and tension she had been carrying the past week or so had suddenly lifted. Although as she was standing she caught sight of something that caused her to feel fainter than the verdict did. There was blood slowly covering Cat’s skirt. She managed not to faint, more from the steadying hands of both Patrick and Pete than out of any strength of her own. Cat, however, wasn’t as lucky as she fainted only to be caught at the last moment by a distraught looking Ryan.

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A/N: Okay, I know I might have said no more author drivel, but I thought I would add this down at the bottom while it's on my mind and such. Cat and I have been talking about what to do with Spencer in the stories (as he has just been too cute and adorable to leave miserable and alone for good). So, since this has been a fairly reviewbie-driven fic, I'm going to let you guys leave suggestions/ideas. We have some ideas that we're discussing, but I thought it might be cool to see what the readers would like. When we hear what you guys think, Cat and I will chat and figure out which ideas we like best and which ones go with what we have in mind for some of the other characters and basic plots. And then we'll add them into our stories. So leave a review and let us know what you would like to happen to our lovable Spencer! *hugs*
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