Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Still.

A/N: Okay... so I'm starting another story. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it and hopefully it's good.

After that very odd night in November, Brad and Janet were eager to get back to 'normality'. It wouldn't do for them to dwell on it all. Or even try to understand it.

No, they just needed to move on.

Just after Christmas Janet moved out of her flat and into Brad's house. This wasn't wrong in any way. Quite the contrary. Mr. and Mrs. Weiss had been wondering when their daughter would realize that unmarried couples living together wasn't scandalous. It hadn't been in decades.

She still slept in the guest room, of course.

They weren't to get married until at least a few months acted their engagement. After a while they choose August.

Unlike Ralph and Betty, they didn't invite many people. Just their parents, Ralph, Betty, Janet's older sister Emily, her niece Fay Gallagher, and Brad's younger sister Millie. The ceremony was simple and the reception nonexistent.

Less than a month after the wedding a familiar person appeared at the door. It happened to be a dark and ominously stormy night.

Since it was a rainy Friday, they'd spent day watching films. Everything seemed to be going quite well... until, around eight, the doorbell rang.

Janet answered it.

There stood a slight young woman with pale skin and a worried expression upon her impish face. She wore dark leather jacket quite a few sizes too large, to make matters odder. Beneath that seemed to be a black dress of some sort. And trousers that clearly weren't made for a half-starved teenage girl.

Of course they didn't recognize her!

"Er, who-"

"Janet Weiss, right?" the girl replied.

Janet blinked. "It's Majors now. How did you know that?"

"Mrs. Majors... it's me, Columbia. Ever since they released me from the hospital I've been searching everywhere for you or some other ally!"

"I think you'd better, er, come inside. It's raining, as you've probably noticed. And we really need to talk, I think," Janet replied awkwardly.

Though she didn't remember the name Columbia, she thought the girl might be some there That Night. They'd all pretended it was an embarrassing dream for so long that many details were quite hazy. Nobody wanted to think about it.

Janet led the girl into the living room. At that point, Brad still sat on the couch watching the last of the film they'd watched.

"Brad?" Janet said, clearing her throat.

He turned around. Right away he noticed Columbia.

"What's going on? Who's she?" he asked.

"I'm Columbia. Frank's tap dancing groupie?"

"Your hair isn't pink anymore."

"I've noticed," she muttered.

"What are you doing here?" Brad asked.

"It's a long story," she replied. "And I'll only tell it if you swear to listen. I need help."

"Sit down on the couch, I'll make some tea, and you can explain everything," Janet said kindly.

"Okay," Columbia said.

Once the kettle was on to boil, Janet returned to the living room. By then the TV had been turned off and Columbia was sitting down on one of the two couches.

"Start with what happened when we first saw you," Janet said.

Columbia sighed wearily. "Okay, then... After Riff shot me with his stupid gun I passed out. I'm actually not sure how long I was out, since I don't know what time it happened to be.

When I woke up, I wasn't anywhere near the castle. Somebody - I'm still not sure who - called an ambulance and took me to a local hospital.

I wasn't really injured in any specific way, according to the nurse.

"You're a bit dehydrated and you've got quite a few minor things. Must've been some party," she told me with an awkward chuckle.

"Hmm," I replied.

"Anyway, I'm supposed to ask about your medical history and personal information," the nurse said.

After pausing for a moment, she continued. "What's you're full name and date of birth?"

I wasn't sure what to say to that. Since I still wasn't thinking straight, I told her the truth.

"Laura Eleanor Trent. May 24, 1956."

This seemed to surprise her. "Really? My, we guessed that you were 16. You're about average in most ways for a sixteen year old... but you wouldn't lie to us about age - would you?" she asked.

"I don't know... it's all a bit fuzzy still," I replied.

"Oh, you poor dear. Well... after a few more questions you can rest."

"'Kay."

"So... any serious illnesses in the past five years?

"No."

"Pregnancies?"

"Yes. When I was 15 I had a son named Pip."

The nurse raised an eyebrow. "Well, er, then... any history of terminal diseases in the family?"

"Not sure. I don't think so."

"Heart problems in your family?"

"I don't think so."

"Psychiatric problems in your family?"

"Well, my older sister has severe mood swings and issues with lack of empathy," I told her, blushing.

The nurse didn't seem too bothered. "Right! That's all for now."

After that, she left. Understanding I was very tired. So, then, I rested for a while. Only a little while later they woke me up again. Apparently they thought I must've mixed up the year or something. I let them believe it.

Somehow I'd bruised a rib and sprained my ankle when the laser hit me. There wasn't any physical evidence of the laser, so they all just thought I'd fallen.

The doctors also soon figured out that I'd done drugs in the past. Of course, I hadn't really done much and never actually got addicted.

I spent a while in the hospital recovering. Soon enough I became rather depressed. The memory of Eddie's death still was too fresh in my mind. After a failed suicide attempt they sent me to the psych ward. That wasn't too bad.

After five months in that stupid hospital - three in a regular ward, two in psych - I sold my costume at a consignment shop. There I earned enough to stay in a local hotel for a while. That went nicely enough. I even got a job in a local cafe. Alas, I got fired from that job after about four months.

Once I left, I couldn't think of anyone to go to. It was mid-August by then. Then, I remembered my sister Nell. Not only would I be able to see my son if I visited her, but I'd also get somewhere to stay... or so I thought.

Nell really wasn't at all pleased to see me.

"I raised your stupid son by hand, Laura Trent. He isn't even your son because of all the work I put into raising him by hand," she told me coldly.

"Look, it's not even about him! I'm homeless, Nell. Look... Eddie is dead, Frank is dead - and neither of them left anything to me! Eddie didn't actually have anything to leave to me and Frank didn't care enough. Basically, I'm a widow. All I have left is Pip. And, I suppose, my heartless sister who won't help me," I ranted.

"Yes, the sister who you dumped an illegitimate child on four years ago. The sister who you embarrassed by dating that punk Eddie," she replied coldly.

That's when I heard her husband Gregory shout "I'm home!"

"Go, Laura. Leave," Nell hissed.

And I did.

That's when I started to really worry. By then I seriously didn't have anyone to go to. It was bad enough that I happened to be an 18-year-old in a 16-year-old body. That's when I began to think of people to turn to. Dr. Scott slammed the door in my face, I couldn't contact Magenta... and then I remembered you guys.

...I've spent the last week or going door to door looking for you. It's lucky that you live in this town!"

By the time Columbia had finished explaining, tears were welling in Janet's eyes. Brad also looked sympathetic.

"We'll help," Janet said. "Honey, I'm sorry about all this. We'll help."

To Janet's surprise, Columbia hugged her. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Majors!"

"Call me Janet."

A/N: This takes place in an alternate version of the 'universe' A Sci-Fi Fan's Adventure takes place in. That's mostly just because I wanted to reuse some characters. It doesn't really matter. For those who've read ASFFA, it's just a world in which Fay never ended up staying at her Aunt's house.

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