Disclaimer: I pointed out in Back in the Body how ridiculous I think these disclaimers are, but I can't give up the chance to write a little bit out of author-mode. Frank is becoming more and more my own... evil laugh but he still belongs to Richard O'Brien.

A Reunion of the Mind and the Body: Chapter One

by Base2

The truth was, Mina had hoped she would see Frank again. She hadn't thought that she would, but she still hoped. You just don't forget someone who spends a good hour residing inside your brain. There was something about him that Mina liked, although she couldn't explain what. He had been vulgar, stubborn, and more than a little bit annoying. Mina should have been glad to see him go. Of course she was happy that he was out of her head, but she found herself feeling slightly sad when they said their goodbyes.

"Well, um, good luck I guess. I wish you fortune in all your future endeavors, and all that jazz. I don't know if I'll see you again,"

"Oh, I'm sure our paths will cross," said Frank with a strange, knowing smile. Mina grinned nervously, thrown off by his cryptic comment. She stuck out her hand to shake, but Frank took it and grazed her knuckles lightly with his lips. "Mon cher," he murmured, raising his eyes back to her face. Mina pulled her hand away forcefully.

"Vous bâtard charmant," she said in mock anger, but unable to hide the smile pulling at her mouth.

Frank laughed. A deep, somehow seductive laugh. It was different from his amused laugh when he was speaking to her telepathically. "See you," he said pleasantly.

And then he left. Just like that. Mina couldn't believe she missed the sex fiend, but he was charming, in a bizarre way, and he was definitely funny.

God, here I am daydreaming about the aftermath of the most traumatizing event of my life, while my editor has probably chewed all his fingernails down to bloody stubs hoping I get this one in on time. My fucking deadline is fucking tomorrow, and this writing is shit! I can't even concentrate over the stench of this shit. God, I need to get out.

Mina stood from her desk, making several loose sheets of paper flutter to the floor. She ignored them. Coffee, coffee sounds good. I'll go get coffee. And she did.

Trying to decide between regular and 2 percent milk for her coffee, Mina suddenly heard a frighteningly familiar voice behind her. She almost whipped around to see if it was who she thought it was, but really didn't want to spill the coffee. So she settled on a slow, stunned turn. It was who she thought it was. Standing at the counter ordering an espresso, wearing a pair of black jeans that he had certainly found in the women's section, and a blue Queen shirt that was several sizes too small, was Frank. Dressed like that Mina wouldn't have recognized him, except that he had made good on his oath not to cut his hair.

Mina just stood in shocked silence, staring at him. Frank turned from the counter, done flirting with the male employee behind it. Upon seeing Mina Frank paused almost imperceptibly before adopting a not-so-subtle smirk. He sauntered up to her and stopped with his hands on his hips, slightly closer to her than was conventional for a platonic conversation.

"Why, my dear Mina, how nice to see you," he said a little too slowly.

Mina backed up a tiny bit. "Yeah, hey, Frank. You... look well," she said a little too nervously. She immediately regretted the last part of what she had said. Frank was raking her body with his eyes.

"Mmm, and so do you," he said a lot too seductively. Mina rolled her eyes and tried to cross her arms over her chest while still holding the cup of coffee in one hand, making Frank smile broadly. He seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Would you like to join me and my coffee?" Mina asked genially.

"As soon as I get mine," he said. "My coffee, I mean," he added, grinning. Mina rolled her eyes again.

"I'll be over here," she said, and made her way to a table near the corner of the room with two seats that seemed to be relatively clean.

Frank joined her shortly and sat opposite her. "So, how have you been getting along without my soul to guide you?"

Mina took a sip of coffee. "Horribly. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I don't know what to do with myself," she said, making sure he knew she was being sarcastic.

"Well, I could still help you with that," he said suggestively.

"Ha, ha," she said sarcastically. "So how are you? I see you got some new clothes. My brother's old hand-me-downs didn't suit you?"

He sighed. "No, I couldn't stand wearing something so..."

"Macho?"

Frank chuckled. "Sure,"

"Alright, so what else have you been doing these past... how long has it been? Five months?"

"Five months too long." He smiled. "I've been doing quite well, actually. You'd be surprised at how little one needs to work to get by rather comfortably. Even on a planet where no one knows who I am."

"I really don't get you, Frank. And which planet exactly would people know who you were?" Mina trailed off, just gazing at Frank with a strange expression.

He smiled broadly. "Transsexual Transylvania..." he said, raising his hands dramatically.

Mina stared blankly. "That thing about me not getting you? Still there." She took a small sip of her coffee. There was a slightly awkward silence, with Mina just gazing at Frank with a strange expression.

"What?" he drawled, a knowing smile creeping onto his face.

"Oh, oh, nothing. It's just so weird to be talking to you face to face, seeing you in clothes from this century, being in a public place with you..." said Mina, seeming to come out of a trance of some sort.

"You just keep telling yourself that, love," said Frank. He took a sip of his espresso, that irritating smile still growing.

Yeah, I will, thought Mina uneasily.

Hello, my pretties! How I've missed you. I feel like a lean, mean, fanfiction machine these days. These days - are fast, love dont last it's a graceless age. Please review! Tell me what you want to happen in this one, 'cause I certainly don't know. I mean... of course I know! Why wouldn't I? I'm God!!! I LOVE EARTH!!!