Hi! This is my first Rocky Horror fanfic (probably my last one. Idk). The story is centered around Janet and Rocky's daughter Penelope Majors, and her search for the truth, when mysterious things and people start showing up in Denton. A lot of the characters are next generation OC's, and shock treatment never happened. Also, I'm not really using anything from 'Revenge of the Old Queen' because I don't like the plot and I don't consider it canon. But, I will be using De lordy and the queen as characters, just because I want to. So, with that being said, I just want to say thank you for taking the time to read this and I really hope you enjoy :)

Warning: I do NOT own RHPS, all the characters belong to Richard O'Brian. I only own the OC's.


12:42PM. JANUARY 10, 1976. DENTON, OH. BRAD'S HOUSE.

The weather was chilly in Denton, and Janet Weiss knew it. She walked cautiously down the street, bundled up in two coats, a scarf, hat, and gloves. Usually, she wouldn't be out in the cold, but then again this was under unusual circumstances. It all started about a month after that horrible night at the Frankenstein's place, Janet had begun to realize that she'd missed her period. Though, this was not uncommon for her to miss her cycle, given the events that had taken place on that November night, she had to be sure. So, after taking not one, but three pregnancy tests, Janet knew that she had to be pregnant, and it wasn't Brad's.

It was all so surreal how things happened so fast, how everything spun out of control so quickly. It almost hurt to think about how happy she and Brad were. They were going to get married, going to buy a house, have kids, but it was all ruined. All ruined because of a sexual sadist in six inch heels, who could be the father of her child, decided to pull Janet and her fiancé into his sick twisted world. And, then there was the incestuous handy man and his sister, that girl and Eddie, and Rocky. Yes, Rocky, the beautiful creation, who could also be the father, enveloped poor Janet in a sea of lust and desire. It was truly surreal.

As Janet rounded the corner to Brad's house, the wind started to pick up. Snow flurries scattered across her face, making her cover up with her scarf. When she arrived at the door, she knocked quickly, wanting to get inside as soon as possible.

A few seconds passed and there was no answer, so Janet tried again. After about the fourth time or so, she had had enough. Gently, she pushed the door open, letting herself into the house and out of the cold. As she walked through the small home, discarding her coats and thing, a strong aroma of smoke filled her nostrils. When she arrived to the living room what she saw next shocked her.

The room was dark, and in one of the recliners sat Brad, only in a t-shirt and boxers, with a smoke in one hand and a glass of Bourbon in the other. He looked almost sad, like he was in some sort of cationic state. He was dead to the world, not paying any attention to his surroundings.

"Oh, Brad," Janet whispered as she made her way over to him, "Oh, Brad, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault you're like this. If we hadn't of made that Journey the car wouldn't have broken down, and if I had just listened to you, and stayed in the car then maybe this would have never happened."

Brad ignored her and continued to smoke his cigarette.

"I shouldn't have let frank take me the way he did. I was saving myself for you, y'know? It was like I couldn't control myself. And, I'm sorry for sleeping with Rocky. I was just so angry when I saw you in bed with that lunatic. I know that's no excuse, but it's true… Oh, Brad, say something! Anything!" she cried as he continued to stare off into space.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," he muttered after a long pause of silence.

"Is that all?"

"Well, what else do you want me to say, Janet?!" Brad growled, slamming his drink on the end table.

"How about an explanation to why you weren't at work? I can't keep telling them you're sick. Ralph is starting to ask questions, and your family is worried sick about you."

"I've been confused, Janet, which is understandable considering what happened that night."

"Confused? Like what, you like men now?"

"No! Well, yes maybe, I don't know. Since we got back there have been others," he said, looking down to the floor in shame, "But, I'm attracted to you too, but it's like I'm only attracted to you. I just don't know, Janet… I'm confused."

Janet didn't quite understand what Brad meant by that. Maybe she was the only girl he ever had feelings for. It was pretty obvious that the others were men, but he loves her? This didn't make sense at all, though that didn't stop her from getting Brad out of this slump, "Well, were you so confused, that you had to miss Dr. Scott's funeral?" she finally said.

This caught Brad off guard, he knew his old high school science teacher had died a few weeks after they'd returned to Denton due to internal bleeding, but what he didn't know was that he missed the funeral. "What day is it?" Brad asked as if he just snapped out of a daze.

"It's the tenth of January, Brad! His funeral was days ago. Everyone was surprised you weren't there to mourn him, being his favorite student and all."

"I had no idea," he replied softly.

"You need to snap out of it, Brad. I understand how you feel, but you're letting Frank-N-Furter take over your life. You need to know that he can't hurt you anymore. If you continue to wallow, you'll be lost forever."

"That's easy for you to say! I never knew I could enjoy being with a man until that night, but I did, I liked it! I had never danced in fishnets, never painted my face, or strutted around in heels. It was a strange sensation for me. How can I face my friends and family now? And, how could you possibly understand what I'm going through?" he said as tears slid down his face.

"Because, I'm pregnant, Brad!" Janet yelled, making him stop and stare up at her.

"You're pregnant?"

Janet nodded as the tears welled up in her eyes. This might have been the wrong time to blurt that out, but what else was she supposed to do? He wasn't listening to her, and it was starting to get ridiculous. Of course she understood what he was going through. She knew he was scared, because she was feeling the same way.

Brad stared at her in apprehension, "Well, whose is it? I know it's not mine."

"I don't know whose it is," she said truthfully, "Oh, what am I going to do? I can't raise a baby by myself. Brad, I'm frightened."

In an instant, Brad put out his cigarette, stood up from his chair, and pulled Janet into a hug, "It's alright, Janet," he said in his normally smooth, deep monotone voice. As he soothed her, Brad glanced down to see the engagement ring was still on Janet's finger.

"You're still wearing the ring?"

She looked up at him, "I haven't taken it off, because it reminds me of what we were before. I miss you, Brad."

"I miss you too, Janet," he said, and it was the truth. Brad missed Janet, he missed being with her, having her in his arms. It was true he was still angry with her, but he loved her, and he would do anything to make her happy.

"So," he cleared his throat, "do you want to stay and talk about it?"


4:35PM. JANUARY 10, 1976. TRANSSEXUAL, TRANSYLVANIA. THE COURT ROOM.

The Transylvanian councilmen sat in their chairs as they watched the accused step forward. He was bound and looked badly beaten. Then again, that's what two months in prison will do to someone.

"Remove his restraints," said one of the councilmen.

The guards did so, being all but gentle on the poor handy man. When the shackles broke, Riff rubbed his sore wrists. It was such a relief to be free from the cells, even though it had only been for a couple of months. Being tortured in Transylvanian prison was no picnic, but all the suffering was no match to the separation of him and his most beautiful sister, Magenta, who was spared on the courts behalf.

"Riff Raff," said a loud booming voice that could only have been from the head councilman himself, "you are here because of treason and murder. You have slain royal blood along with others as well. Do you deny these claims?"

"No, Head Councilman, I do not," Riff Raff said in his usual soft tone.

"Then why do it? Explain yourself! Explain, and I might let you live."

"A decision had to be made. Dr. Frank-N-Furter failed his mission, he was blowing our cover. The Bureau of Investigation was on to us, and I couldn't wait anymore."

"Dr. Frank-N-Furter's mission was to study earth and find ways to make our civilization more advanced. Your mission was to assist him and make sure he made it home safely. Furter may have failed his mission, but the moment you killed him, you failed your mission as well."

Riff Raff looked down to the floor in shame, "I apologize for my heinous behavior, but Frank was a monster. When I eradicated him, I was only looking out for the safety of our beloved planet. He was hurting innocent earthlings, and using our technology for his own selfish pleasures. It was for the best, and I ask you take pity on me, sire."

"Pity you? I should have you and your sister hanged for what you did!" he roared.

Riff Raff's head shot up at the mention of his sister, "NO! No, Please spare her, Head Councilman. Hang me from the Rafters, torture me till the day I die, but let Magenta live. She's done nothing wro-"

"Silence!" he roared, "Now, I should have you both executed for your crimes…"

"But?"

"But, I have plans for you, Riff Raff," the Head Councilman said before turning to the rest of the council, "This meeting is adjourned for the time being. We will discuss the rest at a later time, thank you," he then stood up and ushered Riff Raff to follow him.

Riff Raff sighed in relief as he followed the Head Councilman out of the court room and into the hallway.

"I hope you realize how hot of water you're in."

"I do, and I apologize," he said, trying to keep up.

"Not only did you kill the queen's only son and heir to the throne, you murdered an earthling, and a creation that could have been one of the most revolutionary breakthroughs in bio chemical research."

"I understand, but-"

"And," he said with a malicious smile, "I bet you didn't think I'd find out about your little secret."

Riff Raff stopped and gave the Head Councilman a confused look, "Secret, sire?"

"Yes, the secret, a vital secret that you've kept from us. Do you know what secret I'm talking about?" when Riff Raff didn't answer, the Head Councilman started to become impatient, "The boy, Riff Raff! Frank's son?"

"I can explain" he said quickly, and he could. Before he and Magenta even thought about overthrowing Frank-N-Furter, Frank and Columbia had a son. It had been about one and a half years before Brad Majors and his fiancé Janet Weiss decided to pay them a visit, Columbia had been pregnant with Frank's child. When he was born, Frank decided to give him away, despite Columbia's pleas for him not to.

"Well, I'm waiting."

"As you know, Frank was very desirable; well he was twice that on earth. While on our mission he had many admirers, but there was this one girl who was like no other to him, her name was Columbia. From the moment Frank saw her, he wanted her."

"Get to the point," he said, looking quite bored.

"Alright, Frank seduced Columbia and forced her to stay in the castle with us. When she found out she was pregnant they were both thrilled, though when the boy was born, Frank sent him away."

"Why?"

"He said that no child should be subjected to such macabre ways. He said that he was not fit to raise a child, and that living amongst the earthlings would give him the most normal life. Columbia though, begged him to keep their child, but to no avail. He left the boy with Columbia's parents, both of them wept," Riff Raff stated.

The Head Councilman nodded his head as if he was confirming the story, "Well, now Frank-N-Furter is dead, and the next one up for the thrown is De Lordy. And, I don't have to tell you what terrible things he would do as ruler."

This was true. Riff Raff understood perfectly what he meant. Frank would have been bad, but De Lordy was ten times worse, "So, you want the boy?" he asked.

"We already have him. Your sister told us everything already," the Head Councilman said casually as he started to walk again.

"Sire?"

"I told you I had plans for you, Riff Raff, big ones. To ensure De Lordy will not become ruler, we need the boy. Due to being Transylvanian and human, the queen has rejected him. I need you and your sister to become his legal guardians until the queen passes, so he can take the throne."

"What if I refuse?" he mumbled, just loud enough for the other man to hear. To be honest, Riff Raff was glad they sent away frank's son. He didn't want to serve two monsters. Also, why would he want a child? It was true he was planning to have one with Magenta someday, but today was not that day.

"I wasn't asking. You will take this child, and you will raise him, or you will get the original sentence of execution."

Riff Raff sighed grimly, "Yes, Head Councilman. Anything else?"

"Yes, actually. I want to put you and your sister on another mission, this time you will be acting by yourselves. There is a Transylvanian, a former follower of Frank-N-Furter, who has been murdering innocent life forms from different planets and different galaxies. His name is Cace-E-Carter. I want you to find him, and bring him back dead or alive to face the court's good justice. Can you do that for me?"

Riff Raff nodded and bowed, "It would be an honor, sire."

The Head Councilman smiled, "Good! And, just so what happened last time doesn't happen again. I want you back in Transylvania every two years, just so I know what your progress is," he said before his expression got darker, "But remember, this is a way for you to get your freedom back, so if you fail either of you missions, you and your sister will be hung for treason. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good," he said, stopping in front of a large door, "Your sister is in here, I want you to catch her up to speed. I must go attend to the courts, I'll be back later. So, get your affairs in order, you two ship out tonight.

Riff Raff nodded as he watched the Head Councilman walk away. After opening the door, he entered a gothic styled room that seemed to be some sort of library. There he saw Magenta sitting at a table with a boy no older than two. He had a tousle of black hair, and emerald green eyes.

Magenta looked back and smiled as Riff Raff walked towards her. She was so happy to be back in Transsexual, and she couldn't wait to sit along the moon drenched shores with her beloved brother, who she'd been missing terribly. "Riff," she said, standing up to hug him.

"I've been counting the days we would be together again, Magenta," he said softly, petting her unkempt red hair, "Though I'm afraid not even Transylvanian prison can even keep us apart. I just hope you're alright."

"I am, dear brother, but you're the one who went through all that torture. I merely sat here, waiting for your return," she said, looking at the young boy, "The council had informed me that we needed a proper heir to the throne, and I told them about Frank-N-Furter's child. I hope you don't think wicked of me."

"Not at all, but it will take some getting used to. I was informed by the Head Councilman that we have a new mission, we'll have to take the Furter boy with us."

"A new mission?" Magenta said, with a look that almost broke Riff Raff's heart, "But, we just got back."

"I know, my love, but this is mandatory. We complete it, we have our freedom. Think about it, Magenta, we will no longer be slaves to Frank and when we return we will be heroes."

"And, if we don't?"

"Then we'll be executed. I'm so sorry, Magenta. I know how much you longed to return to Transylvania."

"It doesn't matter now," she sniffed, "If we have to do this than we will. I just wish we didn't have to leave so soon."

Riff raff gave his sister a solemn look, "I know, but once we find who we're looking for, we can return home," he said as he circled the table, "Now, all that's left to discuss is the boy. Does he have a name?"

"I'm sure he does, but I don't know what it is."

"Hmm, perhaps we could name him? He said, taking a moment to think of a name that would fit the young boy. Once he had it a smile played his lips, "Flynn."

"Flynn," Magenta said slowly as if she were testing it out, "Flynn Furter. I like it."

"Yes," Riff Raff's smile widened as he stopped in front of the child, who currently had his fist balled up in his mouth, "Hello, young one. You may call me uncle."


Ok, so is this confusing? I hope not. A lot will be explained later on. Again, thanks for reading, and if you liked it I'll have the next chapter up in a few days.