A/N: This RP we did was so hyped up, and yet we're stuck after three chapters. Read & Review! Will upload Frank's Minion after this submission. This is also alternated time-line, Rocky is not created in this story.

A girl with long, platinum blonde hair sat on the window ledge staring out of the window with almost sorrowful emerald eyes. Her face was schooled into an almost emotionless look except for her eyes. Rain pattered softly on the windows as if to show the sky felt the girl's mood and sympathized. The girl was in trouble for something that had happened by accident, she was waiting for the man who she called Father to return home, a threat that had been issued by the woman the girl called Mother. The woman, who's name was Janet, was making a cup of tea and looked at the girl a frown on her face. Her hair was a darker blonde and her eyes were brown. She was wearing a conservative dress and an apron as she didn't want to make a mess on her clothes. She had contacted the man, who was called Brad, and was now awaiting him to come home so they could discipline the girl.

The man of the house, Brad, was driving home as quick and safely as he could. The rain kind of overwhelmed him and it wasn't enough due to Janet calling him and telling him that the girl they called their daughter, needed to be punished. His hands were squeezing the steering wheel in safety and in anger of what the girl possibly did to get Janet to raise her voice and sound threatening. He pulled up into the driveway, locked the car door and came inside, wiping his feet on the carpet out the door. "I'm home!" he called out.

The girl's sorrowful eyes blinked and she turned her head in the direction of the voice of her Father. The sorrow dimmed and was replaced by slight fear.

Janet looked at her warningly and went to greet Brad and tell him what had happened. "Hello, Brad." she says her voice soft for him but a hint of the anger underneath. She kissed his cheek and then helped him remove his coat.

Brad slid his coat off. "Hello, Janet," he had a smile for her. "Where is she then?" he asked, referring to their 'daughter' as he put his coat on the hanger.

"She's in the living room, where I told her to stay until you got home..." Janet tells him, quiet enough so that the girl wouldn't hear what they were saying. "Miracle caused a lot of damage to the school library and she is close to being suspended or expelled... She was lucky not to have hurt anyone." she tells him quietly, her voice now angry.

The girl, Miracle, bit gently on her bottom lip. She knew Janet was telling Brad about what had happened, however it wouldn't be the side Miracle had tried to give though Miracle herself was telling the truth.

Brad was in no doubt angry as well and furrowed his brows and nearly clenched his teeth. He could even pass for threatening. He wasn't going to physically harm their daughter, but he still felt that punishment was necessary and appropriate for doing such a thing in school. At least no one was hurt otherwise he and Janet would be swamped on the telephone talking with angered parents. Brad came in the living room and sat in his chair, looking rather cross. "You caused damage in the school library?" he sounded very firm with her now.

Janet stood nearby to Brad, as moral support to the man.

Miracle looked at him from where she had been made to sit and stay. "I didn't do it, I vas in the library yes but it vas another student... They pushed me into the library shelves and that knocked them down, the student making it look like I had pushed them on purpose." she tries to explain, not expecting Janet to believe her but hoping Brad would, as she rarely ever lied to either of them.

Brad pulled a surprised face. "Do you have proof?" his voice softened a bit. He was a bit more fair of a parent to Miracle, he didn't ask to be nasty, but he just hoped she could prove her innocence if she were telling the truth, which he sure she was.

Twin children were listening in on the conversation, the girl had Brad's brown hair, only longer and had a hair bow in, she even wore glasses. The boy had sandy hair like Janet. They both had blue eyes. They were Miracle's younger brother and sister, Mark and Sara. They tried to be quiet so neither one of their parents would hear them eavesdrop as they were always told eavesdropping was wrong, though Mark wanted to do it and he talked Sara into it.

Janet looked at Brad and then at Miracle. "She didn't earlier and so i'm sure she doesn't now." she tells the man she loved.

Miracle's eyes filled slightly with tears, she knew Janet was right as she didn't actually have proof unless there was a bruise where the student had pushed her. She explained that she hadn't unless there was a bruise. The other students hadn't seen as they had been busy reading or checking out books, and the student who had pushed her wasn't going to admit to it.

Brad looked at Janet, then back at Miracle fiercely. "I'm sorry Miracle, but you're going to have to go to bed early tonight," he said sharply. "Miracle, no dinner and no dessert. I'm sorry that had to happen, but I'm even more sorry that I have to do this to you. Now, run along."

Janet nodded once, sharply. Her arms were crossed, a sign that she wouldn't help her daughter out as she thought Miracle deserved the punishment.

Miracle looked down at the floor, not meeting Brad's gaze or Janet's. She silently headed off towards her room, not even bothering to even speak to agree. She opened her door and then shut it, careful not to slam it as then Janet would probably come up and tell her off more. She flopped down on her bed staring up at the ceiling. Miracle's gaze was drawn to a spot in the immaculate room, a small crack in the ceiling. She stared at it, using it as an excuse to will the tears away. Miracle blinked fiercely and then got up quietly to shut her curtains, even the rain made her sad right then. She then got back on her bed and curled up slightly, her back to the door.

"Oooohhh Miracle's in trouble!" Mark teased, laughing wickedly.

"Mark!" Sara hissed at her twin, looking angry with him for teasing Miracle for being in trouble. She then looked sad and sorry for Miracle who was being sent to her room.

Brad watched Miracle leave and had a sorrow frown. "Maybe I was too hard on her..."

Janet looked at Brad. "No, hitting her would've been too harsh... You did what you had to do Brad." she tells him. She then smiled at her youngest children.

"So, what's for dinner?" Mark came in, casually and innocently.

Sara glanced at her older sister's bedroom door and had a sad look on her face. "I think I should talk with her..." she whispered softly.

"We're having pork chops and creamed potatoes." Janet tells Mark, smiling at him. She hadn't heard what Sara had said as the girl had whispered it.

"Yeah... Hitting never solves anything." Brad shook his head, then smiled at the twins.

Mark beamed and clapped his hands.

"I'm gonna see if Miracle is okay." Sara spoke up to her mother.

Janet smiled at Mark, and though she still smiled at Sara it went slightly faded. "No, Sara, she's being punished for what she did... If you went up to her, it wouldn't be a punishment properly, would it?" she asks, actually rhetorically.

"I guess..." Sara stared at the floor with her hands behind her back.

"Come on, sweetie, you can join me and your brother for dinner and we can all talk." Brad suggested to cheer up his younger daughter.

Mark had already been at the dinner table, ready to have his mother's irresistible cooking.

Janet went to serve up dinner. She had to remind herself not to make Miracle a plate of it for that night. Mark was staring out the window as the rain was still dooming on the Majors family household while Sara was chattering to Brad about what they did in school and what she liked about it and didn't like, but it was mostly positive since she was the one who often did well in school and was almost always studying. Janet took the apron off to sit and eat with her family that was there. Miracle fell into a brief fitful sleep.

Brad smiled at Janet and was happy to be eating with her. "Would you two like to hear a little story?"

"Is it about how you and Mom met?" Sara asked, brightly. "It's so romantic!"

Mark had a bored, disgusted look on his face as he was about to dig into his dinner. Janet smiled fondly at Brad. Her smile then turned amused at Mark's face. Much to Mark's dismay, Brad told his parts of the story and Janet told hers while Sara listened with great interest. Hearing about her parents' lives before they settled down and married always interested her, especially since it was a high school sweetheart romance and she had often dreamed that it would happen to her someday. Sara still however, felt really bad for Miracle and decided to save some dinner and take it up to the older girl. Janet had a fond look on her face as she told her parts. She loved Brad and loved remembering their first meeting and everything.

Miracle shifted in her small nap she was trying to have but woke up. It wasn't fair, she felt almost ill with how unfair it was that she was being punished for the accident when she didn't cause it. She then thought that maybe her 'mother' and 'father' would be happier with her gone. Miracle nodded to herself. She was nervous about doing this but felt it was for the best. She grabbed a bag and then started to pack it with clothes, and a few toiletries that she'd need. She also put the money from her piggy bank in the bag for when she would need food. A bit after dinner, Sara quickly served up a fresh plate with enough food for Miracle to last through the night and she snuck upstairs to Miracle's bedroom. She knocked on the door a few times and was glad she put pot holders under the plate as the food was still quite hot even if it had been touched by the other members of the family for a while.

Brad and Janet retired to the couch to watch television while Mark lay on the floor with a pillow to watch with them, normally Sara joined them. Janet was leaning against Brad as they watched TV. She had a small smile on her face. Brad smiled, but he still felt a little guilty or punishing Miracle, even if he had believed she did something wrong based on what he and Janet knew. Janet didn't feel bad, she had had worse punishments for less as a child.

Miracle shoved the bag under her bed, it actually visible though a bit. She then went to the door and opened it. "Yes?" she asks softly, then smiled sadly as she saw it was Sara.

"Hey... I brought you some leftovers in case you were hungry," Sara said softly, offering the plate. "You might wanna blow on it, its still a bit hot."

Miracle let Sara in, shutting the door quietly after them. "Thanks, Sara." she says very softly and gave the girl a hug as she took the offered plate.

Sara smiled brightly and put her hands together. "It's really good... I want the recipe once I learn how to cook. Are you okay?" she pouted for sympathy of Miracle being in trouble.

Miracle brought Sara to sit on the bed with her. Picking the pork chop up and chewing on it a bit. "I'm thinking of leaving, mother and father vould be happier and you and Mark vould get more attention..." she admits, her voice soft.

"What? No!" Sara drew a pout on her face. "You can't leave, Mir-Mir!"

Miracle finished her pork chop and then drew Sara into another hug. "I have to, Mom alvays takes others' sides, and I don't vant to keep making people angry." she says softly.

Sara frowned, looking sad. "I'll just miss you, Miracle... I'll be stuck with Mark, but I do need him here, I need someone to annoy..."

Miracle bit her lip a moment and then gave a small smile. "Here..." she says, and handed Sara the first ever teddy bear she got.

"Oh, Mir, I couldn't take your teddy..." Sara looked unsure about taking the bear, even if it was freely offered to her.

Miracle handed her the teddy. "I vant you to have him," she says softly. She gave a tiny smile. "Have him to remember me by."

Sara hugged the teddy around its neck. "Does he have a name?" she asked, smiling a bit.

"His name is Rex..." Miracle tells her little sister. She slowly took out her bag and checked she had everything she needed. She put it on her bed temporarily. She'd spend a few sisterly minutes with Sara.

"Cool," Sara smiled at the bear, then looked back at Miracle. "Where will you go?" she frowned, worried about the world with Miracle going into it. Brad and Janet always told her the world was a very dangerous world when you were too young to go out by yourself and people could hurt you worse than on the school blacktop.

Miracle shrugged. "I'll find somevhere..." she says softly, actually not sure where she would go.

"Just promise me you'll be safe." Sara told her older sister firmly.

"I promise." Miracle tells her sister. She hugged the girl and kissed her cheek.

Brad looked around. "Mark, where's your sister?" he asked, referring to Sara, since they all knew where Miracle was.

"She told me she had to do something upstairs, probably homework..." Mark said nearly in a trance, never taking his eyes off the television screen.

Janet was like Mark, kind of tranced by the TV. "That's nice..." she says, slowly.

Brad shrugged it off and continued to watch the picture show submitted to their television. Janet shifted to get more comfy. Brad held out his arm and pulled her closer to snuggle with her. Janet smiled happily.

Sara giggled from the kiss and patted Miracle lightly on the back. "Okay... Can I tell Mom, Dad, and Mark?"

"No... You can't tell them... They'd try to stop me..." Miracle says softly, looking almost scared of everyone else finding out.

Sara bit her lip, unsure if she would be able to lie through her teeth for her big sister's sake, but she had known that Miracle had to be innocent in some cases, she never really caused any trouble for her or Mark. "Okay, Miracle, I won't tell..." the girl sighed, unsure if she could do it, but she would try to save and protect her sister no matter what.

Miracle hugged her tight and closed her eyes. "I love you Sara, I von't forget this." she whispers. She kissed her forehead and then prepared to leave though slowly.

"I won't forget you either..." Sara whispered, then stepped back to let Miracle get going. "Good luck with your new life... I hope we see each other again."

Mark walked passed the door to Miracle's room and went to get to his and Sara's bedroom. He overheard the two talking and came into the room without permission, laughing. "'Vhat von't you forget'?" he asked, making fun of the elder girl's accent. He never understood why she talked like that when no one else in the house could or would.

Miracle looked at Mark with slightly wide eyes. They filled with slight hurt as he mocked her. "Who said you could come in vithout knocking?" she asks, both nervous and a tiny bit annoyed.

"Hey, at least I wasn't adopted." Mark laughed.

"MARKWELL!" Sara snapped, looking cross with him.

Miracle looked hurt again and then gave Sara a tiny hug and slipped her backpack on. Luckily her favorite coat was in her bag. "I'll slip out of the bathroom..." she whispers so only Sara could hear. She then headed to the bathroom.

"Good idea." Sara whispered back, then glared back at Mark. "That was a very mean thing to say, Markwell!"

"Stop calling me that," Mark glared back at her. "And it's true! I bet she's actually a vampire and that's why she talks funny."

Miracle went into the bathroom and shut the door. She then quickly snuck out through the window. She walked quietly and quickly to the end of the street and looked at the house. She frowned slightly, both sad and upset and then ran from the street and headed into 'the unknown'.

Sara sighed and bowed her head with her eyes shutting after Mark left to their room. "I hope she'll be alright out there... Please, whoever's up there, watch over my sister... I never cared if she was adopted or not, she was still more of a woman mentor in my life than Mom ever was... So please, high above the beyond, look after her... and maybe give me a puppy I could train to keep Mark out of mine and Miracle's things?"

Brad had a phone call and he offered to wash the dishes for Janet, leaving her to do whatever she wanted, she had worked very hard today being a stay-at-home mother.

Sara sighed and tried to get to bed with Mark. The boy was fast asleep, but the girl was lying in her bed awake. Her eyes blinked and she just couldn't sleep. She decided to go downstairs and maybe get some warm milk and found her father. "Oh, Daddy, you surprised me!"

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Brad asked, coming close to the girl. He was wearing his robe.

"Oh, umm... I couldn't sleep, Daddy..." Sara sighed.

Brad frowned, feeling bad for the girl. He put an arm around her and led her to the kitchen table and he had a plate of cookies with two glasses of milk. He brought them over and sat in the chair across from his younger daughter. "What's on your mind, sweetie?"

"Umm... I can't tell you," Sara said as she dunked a cookie in the milk and nibbled on it. "I uhh... Have this friend..."

"Yes?" Brad listened, though since Sara used the 'I have this friend' routine, he could already tell it was about her, but decided not to let her know that he knew who she was actually talking about.

"Her big sister doesn't get along with the rest of the family," Sara continued her story. "She wants to run away... And..."

Brad patted her hand. "Maybe your friend's sister just had a rough night and needs to sleep on it. We all have bad days, Sara Bear."

"But what if my friend's sister told her that she'd never come back?"

"She will, I promise."

"But, Daddy!"

"It was just a bad day, I assure you, now I'm sure your friend will sleep fine at night and her sister will be back by morning."

Brad and Sara shared gentle smiles.

"Maybe you're right, Daddy." Sara said, softly.

"Of course, I am." Brad replied.

The gentle father daughter talk and milk and cookies helped Sara get back to sleep while Miracle was out.

Miracle ended up finding some woods. Maybe she could sleep in a tree or protected by the roots. She decided to curl up near the roots of the tree, she didn't think she could climb a tree. Miracle went a little further into the woods first.

Over at a Frankenstein place in the middle of the forest, there was a young girl who had broken something very expensive in the castle and she was standing over it, nervously, hoping she wouldn't get in trouble again. She had been a spoiled troublemaker lately ever since she hit puberty and was often punished for her actions only to be filled with consequences.

There was a woman who was walking along, bouncing slightly as she walked. She had short cherry red hair and was wearing tap shoes, having just been doing some tap dancing. She was unknowingly heading towards where the girl was. The girl bit her lip and saw the woman coming. She was quietly hoping that the woman would go away and not see her with the mess as sweat beaded down her face. She just hoped the woman wasn't practicing her spins as she often spun around in a circle and crashed down falling once she would try to make herself stop.

The woman hummed, even that was higher pitched than normal vocal ranges. She did a few sashays and then noticed the girl. She rarely ever told off the girl, but when she did it was pretty bad. "Oh, hiya, Little Precious." she says, smiling having not noticed the mess yet.

"Oh, umm... Hi Columbia," the girl greeted shyly. "How're you?" she tried to distracted the groupie from seeing anything and getting her in trouble with her father for like the third time this week.

Columbia smiled at Little Precious. "I'm okay, sweetheart." she says happily.

"That's nice... Well, love to stay and chat, gotta go, have fun later, see ya!" Little Precious tried to escape from the trouble she had created.

"Hey wait, where ya goin'?" Columbia asks, gently, but firmly grabbing the girl's shoulder. "You could hang around with me a while." she says with a smile.

Little Precious smiled nervously. "Yeah, sure... but... I gotta go first...y-you wait for me here..."

Columbia looked confused a moment, but shrugged. "Okay," she says and let LP go.

"Bye!" Little Precious dashed, then giggled wildly and saw her father standing, looking firm with his arms crossed as he had a monitor on beside him to the castle foyer. "Aw, man!"

Little Precious' father was tall, even more so in his high heels, tanned, and had a head of curly black curls. He turned to face his daughter, his made-up face looking angry and unimpressed. "Little Precious Furter..." he says as he saw his daughter.

The young one gulped a bit, avoiding eye contact with her father. "Heeeey, Daddy... How are things?"

"Oh, just fine... Considering that you left Columbia by the expensive ornament you broke..." her father, Frank N. Furter, said. He crossed his arms and looked angry.

Little Precious gulped a bit and shivered at her father's anger. "I-It's not MY fault... I think Magenta did it and blamed me! She's always so sneaky... You know how that woman can be..."

Frank raised an eyebrow. "When she's been off in the other side of the castle all day?" he asks.

Little Precious bit her lip and gulped a bit. She was in trouble now, her father was onto her. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy!" she hiccuped, that she had unsuccessfully lied to her father. "I-It won't happen again!"

Frank looked at her. "Go up to your room early tonight... And if it does happen again you'll wish you had kept to that promise..." He warns her, seriously.

Little Precious looked down, sadly and heaved a sigh. "Yes, Daddy... Who's gonna stay in with me to make sure I stay in there?" Everyone else in the castle had different ways of looking after the princess when she would be sent to her room. Her father's handyman often scolded her and gave her lectures from RIGHT and wrong. His domestic, Magenta, often stared at her and would terrify her from her hidden rage inside and wasn't afraid to hurt Little Precious if she were being obnoxiously bratty. Columbia usually told her stories and treated her like a child a lot younger than she was.

Frank thought a moment. "I think Riff Raff or Columbia" he says. He knew the handyman would lecture her, but knew it would be embarrassing for her to be watched by Columbia.

Little Precious sighed and hung her head. "Yes, Daddy... I'll go now..." she went to turn and go to her room as instructed.

Frank watched her go. He then decided Columbia would be best.

Little Precious walked down the hall and saw Magenta dusting and quickly tried to get out of the domestic's way. Magenta and Little Precious rarely got along, mostly because Magenta wasn't very fond of Frank and she thought Frank just did nothing but spoiled his daughter and never really took care of her personally as her father. "Missed a spot..." the girl muttered, hoping Magenta didn't hear that.

Frank contacted Columbia.

Columbia headed to meet Little Precious at the girl's room.

Little Precious walked to her room and glanced back to see the groupie following her. "Oh, no!"

Columbia smiled. "We're having a sleepover tonight!" she says, perkily.

"Uhh... Magenta, don't YOU wanna spend some time with Columbia?" Little Precious quickly turned to the fiery haired woman, looking desperate.

"Frankie said we had to, as you gotta get your rest tonight!" Columbia tells Little Precious.

Little Precious sighed and went in her room, letting Columbia in with her and sat on the bed as Columbia shut the door. "Let the torture of the innocent begin." she muttered to herself.

"So we can swap stories, paint our nails and i'll read you a bedtime story!" Columbia smiled.

"Excuse me while I find a container for my joy..." Little Precious murmured.

Columbia giggled, not getting the sarcasm.

Little Precious kicked her shoes off, because if she didn't, Columbia would pull them off and she would start the painting already and she propped herself up in her bed with pillows. "So, how's the dancing?" she asked, not really interested.

Columbia started to paint Little Precious' nails. "It's goin' swell." she says.

Little Precious sighed, unsure of what to talk about. "I don't know what I can say, really..."

Columbia smiled and looked around conspiratorially. "Maybe we could have a small walk at one point?" she suggests, guessing Frank wouldn't actually be listening.

"A walk?" Little Precious looked at her. "I can't leave the castle unless Riff Raff or Magenta are with me."

"Well, I'm with ya." Columbia tells her smiling.

Little Precious sighed. "Very well... Just as long as you promise not to embarrass me."

Columbia smiled. "I promise..." she says.

"Good..." Little Precious smirked, then pulled a sinister face. 'Hope you're smart enough to keep that promise.' she thought to herself.

Columbia smiled. "So we'll sneak out in a little while" she says, finishing off the nail painting.

Little Precious looked at the paint and kind of flinched at the bright pink colors. "Okay then..."

Columbia smiled.

"Go see if the coast is clear." Little Precious ordered Columbia to the bedroom door.

Columbia did, so and smiled seeing it was clear. "All clear!" she chirps quietly.

Little Precious winced at Columbia's high voice. "Come on, let's get out of here before my old man stomps his heels into my spine." she whispered, then quickly went with Columbia to leave the castle.

Columbia and Little Precious were soon out into the outside. "We'll walk to the edge of the woods and back." she says.

Little Precious nodded and inhaled some of the fresh air outside and stretched her legs. She was glad to be out of that stuffy castle and unable to do a lot of things for herself. She walked with Columbia into the woods, not noticing Miracle in there.