Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Man, it feels good to be typing that again...

A/N: Here's chapter 2! This is sort of a remake of "Sci-Fi Fan's Adventure". I was reading through my original notes and realized that my original idea would've made chapters 4-27 totally different. This story is based on that. To make things more different, of course, I changed the main character to a guy. He's a bit more like my brother than Fay ever could/would be.

And if you're wondering about names... 'Fay' is related to my first name while 'Lee' is a variant of my middle name.

Once we'd left the wedding we went to a stupid reception party (which included a buffet of too-cold roast beef, scalding hot mashed potatoes, and other culinary horrors). Everyone danced the Madison and later did the twist. Many adults had too many drinks - though my brother stayed totally sober. While rolling my eyes at the stupidity of the masses I sat in the corner, reading 2001: A Space Odyssey. All of that's pretty ordinary... the only 'weird' thing that happened was the fact that Janet hid her ring from everyone. Only after we left did I find out why.

"Why isn't Janet showing off the ring to everyone bored enough to care?" I whispered to Brad as we all got into the car.

"We've decided to keep the engagement a secret until after we've told Dr. Scott," he replied.

After we began driving I realized we weren't driving home. No, we seemed to be leaving town! Right away I realized what was happening.

"You're going to tell him now?"

Janet sighed. "I want to tell everyone as soon as possible, so we must go to tell Dr. Scott as soon as possible. And - before you ask - he never answers his phone after 9PM or so."

"So we're going to disturb a poor old Nazi scientist just so you can tell the whole freakin' world that you're engaged a few hours sooner? Everyone is always telling me to be good to my elders

"Dr. Scott is not a Nazi, Lee," Brad told me, giving me a Look that meant 'shut up, kid'.

I did as I was... told? 'Looked'? What's the right term?

Whatever.

So, on we drove. Soon enough the storm clouds in the distance weren't in the distance anymore and the car was pounded with large, wet droplets of rain. The sound of it distracted me from my reading and put me in an even nastier mood. To avoid having to listen to Janet's voice - and to avoid upsetting my brother, who I actually respect - I kept my mouth shut and didn't complain. This got boring, so I mentally began to plot what I would do when the Martians invade. Little did I know that I'd be meeting aliens that very evening. Aliens which were certainly not from Mars... or any other planet of our Solar System...

We drove for what seemed like ages before Brad figured out we were going the wrong way. He'd even begun playing his beloved 'Nixon Cassette' out of boredom at that point. I'm not sure how this didn't tip him off. Usually driving to tea at Dr. von Scott's didn't take that long. Though he clearly had lost his way, probably due to the weather. We stopped in front of bright, flashing 'this road is blocked' sign.

"What's wrong?" Janet asked.

"We took the wrong fork, some ways back," Brad replied.

"Or the wrong spoon," I muttered cleverly.

Ignoring me, Janet kept asking questions. "What do we do? I mean, we can't wait here all night."

"I think I saw a castle some ways back - didn't you?" Brad said thoughtfully.

"A castle? In Ohio?" I exclaimed.

Again, I was ignored. It's pretty terrible, being the age I am. Technically I'm an adult, though I am still rather young and I have no money. So... I'm an adult who, insultingly, gets treated like a kid whilst also being called an adult. The only adult things I can do are vote and pay taxes and buy Playboy magazines without anyone saying I'm a depraved pervert. Though I really do only read those things for the articles and short stories. There's been Arthur C. Clarke stories published there! It's much more interesting than another 'playmate of the month'. Once Brad joked that I'm secretly an alien who's not interested in 'normal' earthling girls because of it.

Anyway... we were stuck. Our only hope was the castle. Good for us.

"You really think the castle will have a phone?" Janet asked, raising an eyebrow at Brad.

"Everyone as phones these days," he told her firmly. "Even castles."

"If you say so," she muttered.

"Now, you two should wait here in the car while I go to the castle," Brad told us.

"Hey! I'm your brother, you can't abandon family!" I protested.

"And I'm your fiancée, who you shouldn't leave," Janet pointed out.

Brad sighed wearily. "Come on, then... both of you."

So we followed Brad through the cold, miserable rain. I wonder how Scottish people stand it. Being all wet is awful! At least Janet was there to (accidentally) amuse me by running 'round with a newspaper on her head. It dripped ink in her hair, yet she apparently didn't care. Brad did care that I was laughing at his fish-faced future wife. Again, I got a Look from him. Ever since our father died - when I was 12 or so - Brad has acted as my main male authority figure. At least he spends most of out time together being the fun older brother. Only at stressful times such as this one did he act all dad-ish and serious.

When we got to the door he was the one to knock, so seriously and so bravely. He's actually pretty good at being a leader for others. The person who opened the door was a bit freaky, and might've frightened even most guys, but Brad wasn't phased by him. He just smiled the cheerful way he does at the grocery store clerks.

"Hello..." drawled the stranger - a half-bald man with straw-like blonde hair sort of stuck to the back of his head. He was pale, almost sickly, and dressed in a suit that probably belonged to a corpse not long ago. There was also a sort of spaced-out quality to the guy. Maybe he's a junkie or something.

"Hi!" Brad said brightly. "My name is Brad Majors. This here is my fiancee Janet Weiss and my younger brother . Our car broke down a few miles up the road... do you have a phone we could use?"

"You're wet," he muttered ominously.

"It's raining," Janet replied nervously.

"Yes..." the stranger whispered.

"Yes," Brad agreed, still cheerfully diplomatic.

Suddenly there was a great crash of thunder and an ever greater slash of lightning lit the gloomy sky. All four of us jumped.

"I think you better... come inside," the creepy guy said, in an oddly urgent monotone.

"You're too kind," Janet said shakily, clearly terrified.

A/N: Yes, I'm changing the dialogue a bit. That's out of peculiar boredom... mostly.

And I must say writing from a guy's perspective is weird. Most of the teenage boys I know care only about comic books, girls, and video games. That's how I'm writing Lee - minus the video games, since I don't know much about 'em.

Please Review!