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

A/N: So, most chapters will be longer. This is just a bit of background stuff explaining what's happened during the years between the movie (1974) and this story (1991 or so). Hopefully it's interesting and not too weird.

Prologue...

In the second month of the year 1975, a couple was wed. Brad Majors was the name of the groom, Janet Weiss the bride. It was a very nice ceremony despite the bride looking a bit sickly. Both sets of parents and all their close friends were there, and many toasts were made to the new couple's health.

Only about five months later (in August, that is) a girl was born. The mother died soon after giving birth. Brad never saw the poor woman after her death, for some reason. Her funeral was held a day after the baby's birth with only three persons in attendance (Janet's husband and her parents).

Brad named the baby 'Perdita'. It was his task to care for the child. Since Perdita had obviously been conceived about four months before the wedding, he knew she wasn't his daughter. Perdita was the daughter of a mad scientist from outer space who'd seduced Janet whilst in very campy drag.

Nobody wanted to remember that strange night. Yet even thinking about the child Perdita would remind Brad.

Though, to honor his poor wife's memory, he vowed to treat the girl like his own daughter.

It was the Right thing to do. That's what his ex-classmate Ralph said the next time they'd met for lunch. Dr. Scott – a close friend – also seemed to agree.

Ralph's dear wife Betty helped out for the first few years. Though Betty had a baby of her own to look after by the time Perdita was about a year old. An odd young woman who lived down the street from Brad also spent quite a bit of her time as a caretaker for young Perdita.

That woman was called Laura Trent, and she'd moved in about a month after the wedding. Brad thought something always seemed a bit strange with her though he never said so. It was good of her to help out. She was very young – hardly 20, it seemed – yet very sad, it seemed.

Never had Brad figured out what she did for a living. She spent so much time at his house caring for Perdita that it wasn't possible for her to have a job! Yet it was good to have somebody helping out, even if they were odd.

Laura had grey eyes, shortish brown hair, and a slightly high-pitched voice. Often she'd tell imaginative stories to Perdita or sing sweet lullabies. When Perdita was a bit older Laura became the one who drove her to school and packed her lunches.

As Perdita grew older she began to think of Brad and Laura as her parents. By the time she was seven she still referred to Laura as 'Mommy'. Though nobody minded that. It just became confusing for strangers.

Sometimes this worried Brad – among other people.

"You can't keep up with this. Laura is always at your house even though she doesn't really live there, she's basically mother to Perdita – why aren't you going to marry her?" Ralph once said. "Betty would plan the wedding for you."

The idea of marrying Laura seemed rather wrong to Brad. They were more like siblings or good friends than a couple. And he didn't know much about Laura even after many years. The idea of marrying anyone ever again seemed wrong. Silly as it was, he never really accepted Janet's death. To him she still lived and remarrying would be not Right.

Laura didn't seem to care. All she wanted – as far as Brad could tell – was to be Perdita's mother. It was odd, borderline suspicious. Yet how was helping your widower neighbor raise his daughter a crime? It wasn't, Brad knew… yet he was still confused by it.

So time went by.

Perdita grew from a thin child to a pretty young woman. Her eyes were wide and brown like her mother's, her hair quite dark in color, her skin paler than that of both parents. It made her look a bit like Snow White, especially if she wore red lipstick. She often did just for that reason.

Though she had few friends she was relatively happy. Always smiling that cat-like smile of hers or laughing at something. Despite. She was always up to something, too. Though it was rarely criminal. No, more like leaving school a few hours early to go to lunch or something equally good-natured.

Her unnatural charm always kept her out of trouble or earned her quick forgiveness. People liked her for no true reason. She was just… likable. Her very presence was addictive, some said.

The only person truly resistant to this little talent was Laura. Nobody knew why – save for Laura herself – and nobody cared. They all liked Perdita too much.

Now, if she'd ever done something actually wrong problems would've happened. It was only little bits of rule-twisting here and there. An art, it was. Maybe even Ferris Bueller could've learned few tricks from her for his 'day off'.

Though one day things got serious. This tale really begins then. Soon after Perdita turned 16…

A/N: yes, Laura Trent is Columbia. I'm only calling her Laura because other characters don't know yet.

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