Author's note: Thank you everyone who is following my story so patiently! If you are a new reader, welcome! :D I'm sorry I'm so slow on the updates, I have a lot of crazy stuff going on right now, including about five other stories that I have on the go. I try to pay equal attention to all of them and still balance my life outside of the internet. Thank you for your patience and all the kind reviews!
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If someone had told Riff Raff that Frank-N-Furter secretly strove for his approval, he would have laughed, and it would have been genuine. He believed that Frank-N-Furter did not care one lick about him and even enjoyed torturing him. The sad truth was that both of the men could not admit that they missed their old friendship.
Frank-N-Furter had grown from a curious, fun and slightly spoiled little boy into a sadistic, selfish man. Being the prince of his planet did bring out feelings of self-importance in him and he grew used to having whatever he wanted, when he wanted and how he wanted. Of course these expectations, while proper enough for servants, were not appropriate for friends. Riff Raff and Magenta refused to put up with his spoiled nonsense until one day the Queen ordered them to obey her son after he pitched a tremendous tantrum.
Eventually their friendship degenerated into a master/servant relationship. While Frank-N-Furter tolerated a certain amount of sardonic lip from his former friends, he would not tolerate failure to obey his orders. The siblings rarely failed him, but when they did Riff Raff was the one who bore the brunt of Frank-N-Furter's rage. The slim blonde refused to let his sister come into any harm.
During their time on Earth, Frank-N-Furter slipped further and further into the depths of instant gratification and selfishness. His arrogance grew and he soon turned beating Riff Raff into one of his favourite drunken pastimes.
He refused to admit it to himself, but beating Riff Raff was one of the ways that Frank-N-Furter dealt with jealousy towards his companion. He was obscenely jealous of Riff Raff's sly intellect. Although very clever himself, Frank-N-Furter knew that he would never have the ability to plan and execute the way Riff Raff did. He was also envious of Riff Raff's deep emotional bond with Magenta. Frank-N-Furter didn't want Magenta any more than he wanted anyone else, but he did feel emptiness when he saw the loving glances the siblings gave each other. Frank-N-Furter knew that he would never share that type of connection with someone.
And so, he bullied Riff Raff.
Riff Raff had grown to hate Frank-N-Furter. Every command given, every blow he suffered, every injury and insult piled up over the years. Riff Raff hated the way the scientist leered at his sister; he hated his arrogant, bullying attitude. His slightly crooked fingers and hidden scars reminded him every day what he had suffered at the hands of Frank-N-Furter, his former best friend.
Now, on planet Earth, in the residence of Brad and Janet Majors, Riff Raff's broken spirit was slowly being healed.
Magenta had sent him the ointment. Riff Raff showed Brad and Janet how to apply it properly, but ended up doing it himself every day. He had decided, on Magenta's advice, to stay a little longer to make sure the ointment would not react negatively with little Frankie, who would have to have it applied lightly to his skin daily for three months.
Riff Raff was spending plenty of time with the baby. Neither Brad nor Janet minded; he was the one who saved their son after all. It was obvious that Riff Raff had become infatuated with their baby and considering that he was going to be a father too, it was adorable. That's what Janet's opinion was anyway.
Brad was concerned about Riff Raff and Magenta's child's health. What if it came out with a deformity or an illness because they were related? He didn't know much about Transexual physiology, but he knew that if it was similar to a human's, there could be problems.
On Riff Raff's fourth night in the Majors' household, he called Magenta on the communication device again. He was cradling baby Frankie. He wanted to show him to Magenta, who hadn't had a chance to actually see him yet.
"Oh!" She exclaimed in delight, "He is lovely!"
"What's lovely?" a voice in the background asked.
Riff Raff sucked in a breath and began to fumble with his end of the device, trying to terminate contact. Too late, Frank-N-Furter appeared on screen. "Oh, Riff Raff!" he said in a tone to match Magenta's, "What an exquisite baby! Whose is it?"
Magenta growled something and pushed Frank-N-Furter away, but he shrugged her off and leaned closer to the screen. "Where are you anyway?" His red lips were drawn in a smile, "We miss you over here."
"I have to go," Riff Raff muttered and turned off the device. Swearing quietly and carrying baby Frankie, he went downstairs where Brad and Janet were watching TV. They looked at him expectantly. "What is it, Riff Raff?" Janet asked, anxious at his facial expression.
"Frank-N-Furter saw the baby."