A/N: First chapter of a three or possibly four chaptered fanfic. Riff/Magenta. Set in the time before Brad and Janet and before Frankie lost his mind and became an abusive bastard. Sorry about any OOC there is - and there will be plenty - but I just felt like it. I live in eternal denial. Possible mentions of Eddie/Columbia also I guess.

Disclaimer: Of course that Richard O'Brien owns all of this, otherwise there would be incestuous alien love everywhere.

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Child Of Mine

Magenta was absolutely sure she had caught just a common stomach bug. Or had eaten or drank something really bad. Or maybe even a hangover, even though she couldn't remember the last time she had gotten that drunk.

But as she was leaning against the toilet seat, literally vomiting what felt like her own insides out, she thought that she might need some help.

It was early morning, nearly five months since Magenta, her brother Riff Raff and the Old Queen's only beloved son, Frank-n-Furter, had landed in the area of Denton on the planet Earth. She still couldn't believe they had been that lucky as to be able to actually board the ship at the first place. But Riff had been known back on Transsexual for his academic studies and apparently the young prince needed exactly someone of his rank for the mission that he had in mind. Even they still weren't sure what it was.

Of course, her brother had embraced the possibility of travelling. He had always been of a free and wild nature; Magenta had known that he couldn't be contained in one place for a very long time. He had had one condition though. One condition, which Frank would have to take into consideration if he didn't want to lose his best scientist.

Riff would not leave the planet without his sister. The only being in the universe he truly cared about, and probably the only one who cared for him as well.

Now, as she was kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, her legs, head and stomach feeling detached from her body, she remembered what he had said to her the night before they left. Somehow, this made the unsettling feeling in her stomach better and suppressed the wave of nausea.

Everything will be all right, my lovely sister, his words echoed in her head, I will take care of you.

Even though it made her feel a whole lot better, as Magenta rose to her feet and looked at her image in the mirror, fiery red hair sprinkling at all sides, dark circles under her eyes and pale and tired face, she felt insanely alone. What a stupid thought, really. Since Frank had brought Columbia, a sometimes annoying, yet sweet groupie, even when Riff wasn't around, she was never lonely. She would either get to some housework, as the visage they'd chosen for their craft was an old and dusty castle that needed a lot more cleaning that anyone would actually bother to do, or go and drown her weary thoughts in silly small talk with the groupie. Sometimes, she'd try to find her brother, who would gladly give up his lab duties for her, even though it would earn him some scolding from the prince later. They'd sit on the porch at the castle's back door, watching the sun descend, not saying a word.

Now, though, she didn't feel like she wanted to talk to anybody. Even Riff. Magenta hated showing any kind of weakness and she was definitely not going to try and seek pity from someone.

She got out of the bathroom, her legs wobbling as she crashed on the bed, planning just to get some sleep, knowing that Riff would probably wake her up when he came back from working in the laboratory or Frank's demanding shouts when he needed something would violently shake her away from her sleep. Magenta was just starting to doze off, when she heard the door open and a familiar squeaky voice, accompanied by the steps of tap shoes.

'Holy Moses, you look like shit!'

'Nice of you to notice.' Magenta groaned and dug her head into her pillow.

The groupie flopped on the bed, which shook so hard that Magenta felt as if her head were to fall of any minute now.

'What's up with you, Mags?' the other girl groaned at the nickname, but Columbia chose to ignore it. 'You've been mimicking the walking dead for about two weeks already. Is something wrong?'

Magenta sighed.

'I wish I knew. I think I have some kind of a stomach bug, I've been spending the past few mornings hugging the toilet seat.'

Columbia's gaze lowered to her.

'You think perhaps all this earthly food is giving you weird space allergy?'

'Very funny.'

'I don't know, Mags, perhaps it's something you've eaten? Why don't you ask Riff? Isn't he like the genius in your family or something?'

'Trust me, Columbia, back on Transsexual, we haven't really specialized in the diseases of the earthlings.'

'Yeah, we are too tiny for you to –'

She paused mid-sentence and Magenta turned to her in confusion just in time to see her eyes widen slightly.

'I'm sorry, I couldn't follow that.'

'Oh. My. God.' the other girl breathed ecstatically 'I can't believe I haven't thought of this yet!'

'Thought of what?'

'Magenta,' Columbia was apparently more agitated than ever, the expression to her face a mix between amusement, shock and something Magenta couldn't really put her finger on. 'have you been moody lately? Like getting into fights with people? Feeling down for no apparent reason?'

Magenta was about to snap with a 'What are you talking about?', but when she thought of it, she realized Columbia wasn't far from the truth. Like the day before yesterday when she had had the sudden urge to go and break Eddie's, the guy who the groupie intensely fancied, nose just because he had gotten mud all over the floor she had just wiped clean. And a few days before that she had picked a fight with Riff over something she couldn't really remember anymore. All Magenta actually remembered from that fight was the make-up sex, which was … memorable, to say the least. And then this morning – this unexplainable feeling of loneliness that had crept over her in the bathroom, mixed with some nostalgia and weird melancholy.

When she didn't answer, Columbia squeaked loudly and almost fell off the bed.

'I knew it! You have, haven't you?'

'Look, I might have been feeling a little down lately. Probably if Frank didn't give me housework all the time and you'd keep your precious Eddie from massacring the floor I had literally just licked, I wouldn't have –'

'And now you're making excuses! Holy shit, it is true.'

Magenta couldn't keep up with her anymore.

'I'm lost.'

'Is it Riff? Oh, I'd bet it's him! Damn, I knew this would happen sometime – you guys, I'm sure we'd be able to hear you at night even at the opposite wing of the castle! Keep that volume down!'

Magenta blushed violently, unaware of how suddenly the conversation had changed its direction.

'What- how did you - what does this have to do with anything?'

Columbia put a hand on her shoulder, a compassionate look of excitement in her big eyes.

'Mags, dear, you're going to have a baby!'

Magenta felt as if her eyes were about to goggle out of her head.

'I'm what?'

'Pregnant, lovely, pregnant.' The groupie looked at her suspiciously. 'Don't tell me you Transylvanians don't give birth or anything. You guys don't spring out of the ground, do you?'

'Don't be ridiculous' the other girl snapped 'of course we don't. But … how?'

'You know how it happens! When a guy loves a girl and –'

'I don't mean that!' Magenta laughed 'I know how it goes. I mean …'

Her voice drifted away as she stared onward and realized Columbia was right. God, how hadn't she thought of this before? Suddenly, the world around her started spinning faster. Much, much faster. From all she knew, she thought she was going to be sick. Again.

A baby. She was going to have a baby. Normally, she would be insanely happy – it had been her dream to be a mother ever since she was little, to have the normal healthy family she and Riff never got to have. But not right here. Not right now. Not on this godforsaken planet.

Magenta almost snorted when she saw Columbia's eyes widen more. She didn't think it was physically possible.

'Do you mean it's not Riff's?'

'Columbia!' Magenta's amusement disappeared quickly. She had never loved anyone else. She had never given herself to anyone else but Riff. The thought that the groupie would even assume that was extremely disgusting to her.

Columbia lifted her hands up in defense.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that to come out like it did. You know I don't understand you guys, your platonic bond and everything.' Magenta shrugged, knowing that the nature of her relationship with her brother had always been tough for humans to grasp.

'It's just that … we haven't … you know … in a while.' She blushed even more and the groupie giggled. 'Shut up! We're just … tired all the time.'

'Such a common excuse.' The human girl tsk-ed with her tongue. 'Think, though. I'd doubt that it just came from nowhere, you know?'

Magenta was just about to answer in a rather negative manner which would probably offend Columbia, but the words died down her throat, when long-forgotten memories came back inside her head. About three or four weeks ago. Frank had retired early, because he wasn't feeling well, Riff had had the night off and they might have snuck out a bottle of wine from the kitchen. Or two. Or three. All she could remember after finishing the second bottle was that she had had an unspeakable giggle fit, after that she remembered Riff's warm hands on her, how they had quickly tugged on their clothes in the dark, the sound of breaking glass, then them crashing on the bed. They had both been drunk up to the point where precaution was pretty much their last concern. Besides, it was one of the few nights they could have to each other, so they made the most of it, or at least the part that Magenta could still remember. She was sure the other had been pretty fantastic too. They had both woken up, tangled in each other, with a massive headache and she had some blunt memories of Riff making her coffee, a human beverage she had grown quite to like, the smell of it filling their room.

'Oh. I … I think I remember now.'

A big smile grew on her friend's face.

'So, what's the verdict? Is it Riff's?'

'Of course it is.' Magenta sighed heavily, putting her head between her palms. She saw Columbia's happy expression disappear, only to be replaced by one of genuine worry.

'What's wrong, dear? Why aren't you happy? This is a wonderful thing!'

'Now wasn't exactly the best time for it to happen.'

'Oh, honey, but it did.' Columbia sat next to her, reassuringly hugging her shoulders. Normally, Magenta would have shrugged away from the touch, but now she couldn't care less whether she was being vulnerable or pathetic.

'I've always wanted a family.'

'Well that's wonderful, then!'

'No, it's not. We could have waited until we were back home. Here, who knows whether I'll even be able to give birth safely? Back on Transsexual, dozens of medicine are given to a woman who gets pregnant as a result from a relationship like ours, just to secure the child's safety and wellbeing. How can I be certain that –'

'Stop.' Columbia cut her off impatiently. 'Just … stop, okay? It's going to be all right. I'm sure of it.'

'How can you possibly be sure of such a thing?'

'Because you're not alone. I'll help you. I'm sure Riff wouldn't abandon you as well – it's his child after all. Hell, I'd bet that even Frankie would sympathize with you! All you have to do is take good care of yourself and everything will come to its place. Trust me!'

As Columbia kept rubbing her shoulders in a soothing manner, Magenta felt most of her anxiety drain away from her body. Her friend was right. It would be tough, but she would do it. Somewhere deep inside of her, she felt a heat pool in her belly, as she ran a hand over it.

'I'm going to be a mother.'

Columbia's wide smile returned instantly.

'And a very awesome one too!'

They both giggled hysterically. Now, all that was left was to tell Riff. Magenta felt her heart sink. What if he didn't want this? What if he panicked and left her? As if the concern was written upon her face as the laughter died down, Columbia frowned.

'I know what you're thinking. If he doesn't react well at first don't worry – it's going to be quite a shock for him. Do you love him?'

'More than anyone.' Magenta replied without thinking for a minute.

'Then it'll all be all right.'

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Time passed painfully slowly as Magenta anxiously waited for Riff's return from the lab. The large ancient clock ticking in her room was painfully digging into her brain. Columbia had left about an hour ago and frankly she was relieved. The groupie had gotten overly elated over the baby news and it sounded almost as if she wanted to start picking clothes and colors for the nursery and make name lists. Such things terrified Magenta to no end – she had to face the fact that there was a very distinct yet existing possibility that her child could be born with some kind of a disability, or maybe even not be born at all. She felt another wave of nausea rise up her throat as she instinctively brushed a hand over her still flat stomach. Magenta wanted this child. She had had hundreds of dreams of her and Riff settling down, him leading a successful science career while she'd stay at their beautiful little house and even probably take care of a child. She'd wake up from those dreams and see Riff sleeping soundly next to her. When he'd wake up, she'd tell him about her dream, he'd laugh, kiss her nose gently and promise that one day it would happen. But Magenta was pretty sure he was referring to the time when they'd be back safely at home, not right now.

Her heart jumped when she heard the door of the room open and saw the slightly hunched silhouette of her brother enter the room. It was near the sunrise, Riff had stayed up all night doing Frank's research in the laboratory and probably now wasn't the best time for her to tell him. But Magenta knew it had to be now. Otherwise, she doubted she'd have the strength to tell him at all.

'Hello, my most lovely sister.' His deep voice purred into her ear, as he leaned from behind her neck to kiss her earlobe.

Magenta turned around to face him, his tired blue eyes stared at her own, strained from all the work, yet she could see the warmth and affection he held for her in there – a look that was only ever reserved for her. She tried to fake a smile for him, not wanting to worry him, but her heart was sinking more and more.

She couldn't fool him. Riff knew her too well, he had always been able to tell when something was wrong with her, ever since they were little he would look after her, make sure everything applied to her comfort. His shade of a smile disappeared, as Magenta sat up, still facing him, biting her lower lip in anxiety.

''Genta, what's wrong?'

She smiled.

'You haven't called me that since we were children.'

He cupped her face in his arms and she hugged him tightly, pressing her face against the hollow of his neck. She felt his lips on her head.

'I know you find it soothing.'

She did. It gave her courage, she told herself to stop acting like a spoiled brat. Magenta had never been able to hide anything from her brother anyway. She pulled back slightly, her gaze lifting back to his eyes.

'Remember that night about three weeks ago? When Frank was tired, we had the night off and stole a few bottles of wine from the kitchen?'

'Oh, I remember all right.' He chuckled softly. 'Worst headache I had ever had.'

Despite her nervousness, she smiled. 'Yes, it was.'

'My dear, I don't understand where this is going.'

'Riff, I'm pregnant.'

She watched his face as he took in the statement, his smile vanished slightly, his eyes widened. He broke the eye contact with her and looked down, breathing heavily. Magenta felt her heart fall. This is it. He's disappointed.

'You …' Riff swallowed hard, taking her hands in his and looking into her eyes again. 'Are you sure?'

The question caught her off guard – she had expected anything else of this.

'Yes. Pretty sure.'

'I –'

'Riff, if you don't want to –' she started babbling nervously. The thought itself of aborting her child was unbearable, but she wouldn't be able to do it without Riff.

''Genta' he interrupted her, his grip on her hands tightening. 'Are you telling me I'm going to … be a father?'

She bit her lip and nodded, now feeling the wetness running down her cheek.

'Riff, I –'

Before she knew it, she was pulled into her brother's tight embrace. Magenta could feel his whole body shaking with what she had thought for anger, but now she could clearly see was just excitement. When he pulled them apart, the look on his face was the happiest she had seen ever since they'd left Transsexual. It was then when she felt light on the inside, all of her worry draining away. He wasn't mad. He wasn't going anywhere. He was happy.

'So…' she had to make sure though 'you're not mad?'

Riff pulled her into a deep kiss, thus answering her question and she melted into his touch.

'Of course I'm not mad.' He breathed against her mouth. 'I love you. This is the happiest someone has ever made me.'

Relief took over her body, as she pulled him closer for another kiss, reality slowly crashing on her.

They were going to be parents. Very soon, their child would come to know the world.

Even though she knew that, Magenta wasn't afraid anymore. Riff's support had come as a major relief and she realized that the road may be long and tough, but at least she wasn't going to walk it alone.