Magenta had had one of the worst days she'd had in a long time. All day, nagging in the back of her mind, were two worries. The first, that of Riff Raff's whereabouts. Where had he got to? Was he alright? Would he even come back? The second, the situation she had found herself in. The baby. Was she going to keep it? What would happen if she did? And then there had been Frank. Apparently, his current experiment was especially hard, and required two people. So he was furious with Riff Raff for leaving him at such a crucial time, and furious with Magenta because he suspected she knew where Riff Raff had gone, and she simply wasn't telling him.
Magenta was glad when she could go, finally, to her bed. She was even more thankful that Columbia only rambled on for five minutes, before falling into a deep sleep. Magenta lit up a cigarette, curled up with a magazine, and tried not to worry. He'd be back soon, she assured herself, he'd never actually leave her.
It was around midnight, just as Magenta was finally starting to get tired, that the bedroom door creaked open. "Magenta." A familiar voice whispered. Magenta shot up, the magazine slithering to the floor, and the ash from her current cigarette dropping onto her lap. She scrambled up, rushing over to the door.
"Riff? Is that you? Please say its you.." She hissed, sneaking out onto the landing.
"Yes, its me." She heard Riff Raff sigh.
"Oh Riff." Magenta sighed back, reaching out into the darkness until she felt her fingers brush against his chest. She stumbled forwards, falling into him, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders. "Where have you been? I've been so worried." She whispered into the torn material of his shirt.
"Lets go up to my room, then we can talk." Riff Raff said, taking Magenta's hand and leading her up the stairs.
The tower room was freezing cold, the sheets on the bed like ice. Magenta sat down on them, shivering, and Riff Raff cocooned her in his arms, resting his lips against her forehead.
"I am so sorry, my darling." He said quietly.
"You're here now, everything is fine." Magenta muttered.
"Its not fine, though, is it? I'm so scared, Magenta." Riff Raff said.
"So am I." Magenta admitted, "What are we going to do?" She said, her voice trembling.
"What do you want to do?" Riff Raff asked her.
Magenta looked down, her hands sliding over her stomach, caressing where she imagined a small bump to be in a few months time. From the moment she had been old enough to understand what an abortion was, Magenta's mother had not hesitated in telling her daughter that she had been planning to terminate her. But, unfortunately, she didn't have the money for such an operation. Magenta had always understood that she had been, and always would be, an unwanted child. Could she really consider casting the same fate on her own baby?
"I don't think I could go through with an abortion." Magenta said after a moment.
Riff Raff nodded. He understood completely his sisters reasons for this. He took a deep breath."If you decided to go through with this, I'm quite sure I could fix something up in the lab that would make the pregnancy as safe as possible, for both of you." He said.
Magenta smiled. "Oh Riff. What would I do without you?" She said, reaching up to kiss him.
