Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
A/N: Patricia Quinn was born May 28, 1944. That means she's now 73. This story was written as a way of wishing her a happy birthday. It's been a long time since I wrote anything RHPS-related. Let's hope this isn't too terrible...
A young woman named Patricia was terribly bored. Though she was indeed at rehearsals for her latest play, there wasn't much for her to do. That was the trouble with playing a character with about four lines...
She eventually decided to step outside for a cigarette break. People weren't supposed to smoke in the theater's tiny rehearsal room. The alley behind the theater was always empty yet near enough to the street to not be dangerous in any way.
Humming one of the songs to herself, Patricia retrieved a pack of cigarettes from her dress pocket. Before she could look for a lighter, though...
"Do you need a light?" said a voice from the shadows.
This startled Patricia she almost dropped the cigarettes. At least the voice sounded female, and therefore less threatening, as well as polite. Though British people often seemed polite when they were actually being rude... far more confusing than the Irish, Patricia always liked to think.
"Did you hear me, miss?" the voice asked.
Then, a woman emerged from the shadows. She bore a striking resemblance to Patricia. The main difference was her wild red hair - a stark contrast to Patricia's carefully styled black curls.
"Who are you?" Patricia asked.
"Friend of Richard's," the woman replied.
"What are you doing out here?"
"Listening to the rehearsals. They're getting some of the songs wrong."
Patricia raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I helped Richard with the songs."
"Did you? Why... that's extraordinary."
Either the woman was telling the truth or genuinely believed she was telling the truth. Whichever it was Patricia was getting uncomfortable. Something about this woman was... wrong. She didn't belong here or now or... something. At least she was smiling.
"You never answered my question, Ms. Quinn," she said sweetly. "I've got a lighter right here."
"How do you know my name?"
"I see all!"
Then, the weird woman laughed.
At that point Patricia decided she'd had enough. This was all too strange. Far stranger than this new play, practically.
So she returned inside. Being bored was preferable to being around that very... unusual person.
If only she'd known that the strange woman happened to be the character she'd be playing.
Please Review... even though it wasn't that good...
A/N: I really miss RHPS fanfiction. For some reason it's all turned out pretty badly lately (worse than this story, sometimes). At least I've been working on some half-decent original stuff.