AN: First of all I don't own Rocky Horror OR Revenge of the Old Queen. But uh...I assume we already knew that. OK ANYWAY, remember my ROTOQ fic, Blood of My Blood? Well I decided to write the events leading up to that. My plan is to have the first chapter (this one) from Riff's POV, the second from Magenta's, third from DeLordy's, and the last will be Blood of My Blood, which is Riff's. So ooooooooh variety! I guess I'll be uploading the chapters as I write them, this is all I have so far. Please review me, if no one does then I will be convinced that it sucks (which it may) and I won't write more or I'll just be slower than I already am...I think I'm rambling. Ok but I'd like to thank Kristi for constantly bitching at me to write stuff, this was the outcome. I love you!

I woke from a dreamless sleep, to see my sister asleep at my side. She lay still and tranquil with her eyes closed, her arm resting across my chest. Finally there was no one to wake us with commands and chores; we were no one's servants. I turned my head to look out the window at the beautiful moons of our beloved planet. We had returned only the previous night, with a substantial cover story. It was obvious that the Queen did not believe us, but we were in no immediate danger, for she had no proof that her son's death was our doing. Our fellow Transylvanians had put on a somber face when the news of Frank's death reached their ears, but I could tell that they were not all that sad. No one had been content with the egotistical prince, except his mother the Queen of course, which was the only reason he held the throne. So behind these masks of mourning faces, we were praised, possibly even considered heroes, by some at least. It seemed that most everyone knew about Magenta and I, about our relationship, and there were few who could get past it. We had tried hard to keep it a secret, done nothing to give ourselves away, I had made sure of that, but somehow it still got out. It seemed that nothing could be kept hidden here on Transsexual. But maybe it was still possible to win their respect, now that we had done them the service of ridding the kingdom of Frank.
I felt Magenta stir beside me, her dark eyes fluttering open. Sweet Transsexual... she whispered, her gaze moving to the window. I turned her head to face me, and she smiled, wrapping her arms around my neck. Magenta, my darling sister, I whispered in her ear as I rolled on top of her, pushing her back down to the mattress. No matter what anyone said, she was mine, my sister, flesh of my flesh. I was the one who loved her, no one else. I kissed her mouth, parting her lips with my tongue, as her fingers ran slowly over my back. I let my hands travel her body, knowing I was the only one ever to touch her this way. I felt her warm breath on my neck as she softly moaned my name. I pressed her down harder to the bed, wanting to hide her from the world. No one would ever touch her but me, no one would ever lay eyes on her unclothed body but me, ever.