Things Have Changed For Me (Fall Out Boy and Panic! at the Disco Fanfic)

Labor! At The Disco

After I take the medicine, Brendon gets a phone call.

"Hello," he says as he sits down on the bed.

Brendon listens to the person then says, "I can't come over there because I'm taking care of Erica... she's sick, but you and the guys can come over here so we can work on the new album."

Brendon listens then says, "Yeah, the door's unlock. Come on up when ya get here. See ya."

"Who was that," I ask.

"Dallon. He, Kenny, Spencer, and maybe Pete are coming over here to record some more of the album. I was supposed to go over to Spencer's, but I'm not leaving you here alone," Brendon says.

"You could've gone Brendon. I would be fine," I say as I start coughing.

"Too bad... you're stuck with me," he says smiling.

"Okay Dr. Urie," I say smiling.

"Dr. Urie? I like it... It sounds sexy," he says chuckling as he takes his jacket off and hangs it up in the closet.

Brendon starts humming as he changes his clothes, and I fall asleep. I wake up to a sharp pain in my back, and music's coming from downstairs in the recording room. They must be practicing.

"Ow God it h- Ow," I say as I try to find a comfortable position.

The pain subsides then comes back. I can't be going into labor now. It's too early... a month and a half too early to be exact. She can't come now... she just has to stay in there a little longer. I roll over onto my side, and the pain lessens a little bit. I close my eyes and take deep breaths as I try to ignore it. They continure to play the music, and the pain keeps coming back. It progressively gets worse, and I start whimpering in pain. I have to get Brendon. I get out of the bed and scream because it hurts to even move. On top of screaming, I start coughing. My phone's on the dresser if I could only reach it.

"Brendon," I scream as loud as I can.

The music keeps on going, and the pain gets worse. It feels like I'm being stabbed repeatedly in the stomach with large kitchen knives. I clutch my stomach and hunch over to try and make the pain stop. It doesn't help... in fact it makes it worse. I let out another scream and grab my phone. I quickly dial Brendon's number. I hear the music stop, and he answers.

"Hey," he says.

"Ow God Bren-Ow it hurts so fucking bad," I shakily say as tears slip down my face.

"What's wrong," he loudly asks as I hear footsteps and banging sounds coming from downstairs.

"I-I- Labor... she's coming now," I groan as another sharp wave of pain spreads through my stomach and back.

I drop the phone, and I feel water on my legs and wetting my jeans. I think my water just broke. That's when Brendon, Dallon, Kenny, and Pete come rushing into the room. They all stop in the doorway shocked. I scream, and that snaps Brendon out of his daze. He comes rushing towards me.

"Pete what do I do," Brendon quickly asks him.

"Dallon go get the car... Kenny you help him and get blankets," Pete instructs them as they go running away.

Pete turns back towards us and rushes forward.

"How far are the contractions apart," Pete asks me as I squeeze Brendon's hand making him whimper in pain.

"About six minutes," I whimper as another wave of pain shoots through me.

"We need to move now," Pete says helping me up.

I look at Brendon, and he's pale and sweaty. Brendon picks me up and gently runs after Pete careful not to bump me. Kenny has the back door of the car opened, and Pete, Brendon, and I get in the back seat.

"We need to get there asap," Pete says as Dallon presses his foot down on the gas.

"It hurts Bren," I whimper trying my best not to scream.

"I'm so sorry. If I could take it away I would," he says as he moves my hair from my face.

"You don't have to apologize," I whimper as the pain spreads through my stomach and lower back.

"Dallon can't you drive any faster," Brendon yells at him.

"The traffic's too fucking slow, and people obviously don't understand what flashers mean," Dallon loudly says.

"What happens if we don't get there in enough time," Kenneth frantically asks.

"We'll have to deliver her right in her then," Pete says.

"No fucking way," Brendon and I say at the same time.

"If that does happen, just know that I delivered Saint myself," Pete says.

"Not fucking helping Pete," I scream as I squeeze Brendon's hand tighter.

"My hand! My hand," Brendon loudly says.

"I'm sorry, but it feels like I'm dying right now," I scream.

"Only a couple more minutes until we're here," Dallon says.

"I need to call the guys," Pete says.

"It'll be okay... just take deep breaths," Brendon says trying to calm us both down.

"She'll be premature Brendon," I mumble as I start to cry from the pain.

"It'll be okay," he says trying to convince himself.

"Yes, she's in labor now! Round up all of your asses and get down here now," Pete yells over the commotion.

"Would you stop fucking yelling Pete," I scream.

"Got to go," Pete quickly says before hanging up.

"We're here! Thank God, we're here," Dallon says as Brendon helps me out.

Kenny runs up to the car with a wheel chair. Brendon sits me down in it, and he quickly pushes me inside as I'm screaming. He almost doesn't stop in enough time, and I almost slam into the front desk.

"You have to help us! The baby's coming. Now," Brendon franitcally says to the nurse.

She gets two doctors over to me, and Brendon and them push me into the back into a delivering room.