Disclaimer: Same as before. Fox and RO'B own it, I don't. I am simply his…servant.

"She's really an alien? Like you? Goddammit, I'm engaged to marry an alien," Brad mutters in a monotone. He is interrupted, however, by a howl of fury:

"That half-witted Neanderthal! If he wasn't already dead I'd kill him again! Magenta…!" Riff screeches, storming into the ballroom. "That artificial man-child destroyed the control room! The transit beam has been completely dismantled by that muscle-bound gorilla!" He whips out his anti-matter laser and fires on Rocky and Frank's dead bodies over and over. "Happy now, master? Are you satisfied now?? We're—stuck—on—this—rock—and it's all thanks to—you!" Magenta leaps to her feet to stop her brother's manic fit. She pries the weapon from his hand with a gentle touch, and brings his head down to her chest "Magentermylove," he mumbles into her flesh, "How will we get home now? Whatever will we do? I despise this dungeon! The thought of living here," he stamps his heel to the stage angrily, "indefinitely is unbearable." He stops his moaning as he sees his youngest sister on the floor. "Janus, how is she?"

"She hasn't voken yet, though she should soon. Her human companion calls her 'Janet', brother," Magenta reminds him. He pulls away from her embrace and stands over the young woman on the floor.

"Janet…" Riff breathes, testing the sound, "not a bad approximation," he allows. "I wonder what they would have called us. Gods, it's a wonder we ever found her. I intend to call her by her true name, unless she tells me otherwise. She's used her slave name long enough."

"Now hold it right there!" Brad argues, having heard every word they'd said, talking over him as though he wasn't even there. "I still don't know what exactly is going on here, but Janet was never a slave to anyone! I've known her since high school, nobody knew—"

"Indeed, nobody knew, not even she knew! She was forced to forget: where she came from, the fact that she had a family searching for her, forget her real name!" Riff stands abruptly, his misdirected rage centered on the only representative Earthling in the vicinity. His coming wrath is curtailed, however, by a soft noise coming from the newly reborn Transylvanian on the floor.

"Mmm…Brad? Are you there?"

Brad turns his attention back to her immediately, "I'm right here, it's all right."

Her eyelids flutter, like water-lilies on a breeze, "Oh, Brad, I'm so sorry." He takes her hand, repeating, "I'm right here. Forget it; it never happened, all right?"

Janet smiles up at him, squeezing his hand back. "I'm so tired," she whispers, "did they tell you? What I…I am?" She looks fearful, unsure what his reaction would be.

He nods, damned if he's going to let her see how bewildered he truly is. "I know. I should've known you came from the stars." She giggles softly at his flattery, relieved that he isn't afraid of her. She closes her eyes and goes back to sleep, completely exhausted. He looks from Janet, up to Riff-Raff and Magenta, weighing out all that's just been revealed to him in the space of the last few minutes. "You two can come with us, I have an extra room. You have no where else to go and by this time tomorrow Dr Scott will have this place under heavy surveillance. It wouldn't be safe."

Riff and Magenta exchange looks, "We accept. Give us a moment to collect our things."

Brad lifts Janet's body off the stage, begins carrying her down the stairs. Riff-Raff takes her head and shoulders to even the balance. "The cab should be here in about 15 minutes. You won't be able to come back here."

"Ve understand," Magenta says, giving him a look of contempt for his condescension. They get Janet to the foyer and her siblings go to pack. Each comes down the elevator with only two bags apiece. Brad wonders if their possessions are so few, or if they are merely traveling light. The cab arrives and they head for Brad's house. Once they get home, and Janet left in the care of her long-lost family, Brad changes and goes back out to find a tow truck to take the car to a garage for repairs. On the way back, he stops to pick up some of Janet's things. After what happened that night he'd feel safer keeping her close by. The very night seemed full of enemies. He gets back home, pays the cab driver and enters the house. Magenta had cleaned Janet up and laid her in Brad's bed. Thankfully she'd removed the vulgar garments Frank had dressed her in, replacing them with one of her own fur-trimmed negligees. By comparison it was a vast improvement.

"She'll need you vhen she vakes up, you know," Magenta advises him. "The sexual appetite of a Transylvanian is far greater than that of an Earthling. Until she becomes accustomed to it, she vill be unable to control herself. You must satisfy her."

Brad pulls up a chair and waits, wondering when his fiancée would awaken, and what she would be like when she did. She sleeps on past dawn, while Brad nods off in his chair at her side.

Riff-Raff and Magenta had taken it upon themselves to move into the guest room; after they're situated, they go to bed, curled up together, perfectly at ease. Magenta sighs, satisfied, "Ve did it, beloved. Ve are free." Riff kisses her pale neck with a content moan, "I never dared to hope. Our baby sister back from the dead, Frank-N-Furter gone at last, everything we could possibly dream of." That night, without fear of intrusion or punishment, they give themselves to each other, laughing out loud at their boldness.