Disclaimer: I don't own RHPS or Shock Treatment, both were written by the ever lovely Richard O'Brien, and are properties of Twentieth Century Fox.

Author's Note: See, this was the end half of last chapter. See why I ended up splitting it? The difference between chapter one and two would have been dramatic. You'll have to excuse me guys, I'm feeling a little ill so it's not quite as long as I wanted, but I wanted to get one up this weekend so I can work on Company Like This in the week. Read, review, and enjoy :).

Riff Raff and Magenta sat in their office, accompanied by Bert Schnick. Their files had and paperwork had been placed on the filing cabinets behind the desk, and instead bagels and various fillings taken from the crew lunch table took up the space on the desk.

"Well?" Bert asked with a grin, picking off a hunk of his bagel and biting on it. Magenta's gaze lifted from her food to the man speaking, while Riff Raff continued to pick pieces of his bagel off without looking up. "Quite the character, huh?" Riff Raff's face flickered with somewhat of a blasé response as he continued to focus on pulling his food apart.

"He's certainly a piece of work." Magenta breathed out in her fake accent, shrugging in a form of exasperation. "I only hope with have the facilities and technology to properly treat him here." She looked over to her brother and back at Bert. She'd picked up on the science talk quite quickly. Her brother had always been right into science, even growing up, so she'd always heard nonsensical scientific jargon throughout her life, but once he was limited to only speaking about the brain, it didn't take her as long as she expected to pick it up. She'd gone from asking him to explain what he was reading in plain language to reading those medical journals herself. Just to keep up appearances of course. Bert screwed up his face and waved off Magenta's statement.

"Poppycock, your budget allows you the best there is available." Riff Raff scoffed, not looking up. Clearly the man had no idea how much truly modern technology would cost. "But that's not what I asked anyway. What did you think of him?" Magenta looked over to her brother. He shrugged but chose to speak up this time.

"Clearly delusional." He sighed. "The ethical issue at hand is why you people allowed him to be committed in a costume that encourages his idea that these delusions are his real life. It's not going to aid in his recovery in the slightest." A pause as he continued to pick at his food. "It's quite damaging, actually." This time Bert scoffed.

"I don't think that's your problem, Cosmo." He grinned, playing around with the doctor. "I saw on the screen backstage how you jumped when he stood up. I don't think you've done that before." He raised his eyebrows and widened his smile as he looked at Magenta. Both Riff Raff and Magenta's eyes stared at him. "What is he, afraid of a man in women's underwear? Or just women's underwear in general?" He laughed, expecting the female doctor to laugh with him, which she normally would, but this wasn't a normal case. Riff Raff sighed harshly and looked away.

"Leave him alone today, Bert." Magenta said softly, her green eyes gentle. If she could give any form of excuse that even slightly explained why not to poke fun she would, but no logical event could explain it.

"But-"

"Not today." She leant across the desk and placed her hand on top of her friend's one on the desk, a silent plea for him not to press his joke. Bert raised his free hand as a surrender and bowed his head, Magenta squeezed his hand and smiled before leaning back into her seat.

There were a few minutes of silence while all three of them, for different reasons, were wondering – if this scene got to air – what the audience would make of the dialogue that just past. After realising that the silence of the tension, while interesting at first, would eventually bore the audience, Bert chose to start conversation again.

"So," He began, "What is the plan for the early stages of treatment." Riff Raff, eyes shut, rubbed his temples. He placed the food onto the desk, and leaned forward, elbows on the desk, hands clasped and placed near his mouth.

"The first step, I suppose, is to work out what his delusions are covering; a life full of debaucheries, or perhaps he's sexually closed off and this was his libido's way of breaking through." He could see Magenta trying her best not to smile out of the corner of his eye. "The first step would be to document what he can remember leading up to his demise. The people who were there, he claims the Majors were, could represent something. "A pause. "The basics, really; who, what, when, where. Then it is our job to work out why, and then how to go ahead with treatment." Bert nodded vigorously with a face of concentration, pretending he was listening intensely. The duo knew Bert, however, and though he was polite enough to ask suck questions – or perhaps for the audience sake, that is – this was not the question he wanted to ask, that would follow.

"So, ah, when can I get him on my talk show?" He raised his eyebrows and that Cheshire cat like grin came back onto his pale face. If the guest was interesting then Bert always wanted the on one of his shows, and Frank N. Furter, a presence larger than life or even Bert himself, was set to be a big sensation all across DTV, catapulting its fame as a new national network willing to test the boundaries. Riff Raff rolled his eyes while Magenta just smiled at him with mixture of amusement and irritation shining in her eyes. "How about tomorrow?"

"Most certainly not!" Riff Raff scoffed. "Today is merely an orientation. This whole week will be nothing but intense evaluation." Normally Riff would be more malleable with Bert's wishes, but Magenta could tell he was scared of what could happen with the prince's presences, with their cover, and with what attention Frank could draw from even the FBI. "I wouldn't even start to consider it until the end of next week." Bert laughed sarcastically.

"By then, Cosmo, any intrigue there is for the audience would have disappeared." He leaned forward in his chair, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "We are to strike while the iron is hot if this is to be the sensation that we need. Give the audience just a taste of his persona before you rip it away." Bert always got so passionate when talking about ratings grabs and plot twists. Magenta and Riff Raff looked at each other, holding each other's site for a long while, having a silent conversation on what they should do. Two parts of them were arguing with each other, Cosmo and Nation who had learnt how to play this entertainment business game and learnt to enjoy it, and Riff Raff and Magenta who had been so desperate to get out of that negative space that they did the unthinkable to a member of their royal family. After a long while Riff Raff let out another heavy sigh, broke the gaze with Magenta, and waved off Bert.

"Fine then," He spoke in a defeated quiet voice, "You can have him on Friday, but that is my final offer." Bert grinned, standing up, and reaching over the desk to shake Riff Raff's hand.

"Excellent, excellent," He spoke. "I'll make arrangements for Friday. I'll see you both later." Walking to the door, he turned around to smile at them before leaving. Magenta made a small smile back to him, Riff Raff just looked away.

Author's Note: This chapter's song was another Placebo song, "Too Many Friends", but I was also listening to the Killer's album "Day and Age" album while on the train planning this chapter. The title is named from the Killers song "A Matter of Time" from the "Battle Born" album. Now go review... please.