"Whose baby was that?" Frank-N-Furter demanded.

Magenta froze, not sure what to say. He was looking at her with shrewd, glittering eyes. He wasn't an idiot. He could put two and two together. Riff Raff had obviously been on Earth, and the baby he had been holding had dark, curling hair and greyish eyes.

Frank-N-Furter was positive the baby was his. It was like looking in a mirror, the semblance was so striking. But he wanted Magenta to say it out loud. He had her caught in a corner and there was no way to talk around it.

They both knew this.

"I think that this conversation should happen with Riff Raff," she said sourly.

/

Riff Raff was sitting on the couch next to Brad with his head in his hands. Janet had little Frankie in her arms and was rocking him calmly. He had started to fuss for Riff Raff after Janet took him and she was trying to calm him.

"I don't understand why that's a bad thing," she confessed. "You haven't said much, Riff Raff. So Frank-N-Furter saw the child he fathered, what's the matter?"

"He'll try and take him away!" Riff Raff jumped to his feet, his voice taking on a screechy, panicky tone.

Brad jumped up too. "What! Why?"

"That's just how he is!" Riff Raff shouted. "Frank-N-Furter is a cruel, cruel man. If he knows it will hurt me, or even if it is a passing whim, he will do everything he can to take the child away!"

Brad began pacing as Frankie, disturbed by Riff Raff's shouting, began to cry. Instinctively, Riff Raff reached for the baby and then faltered. The communication device in his pocket was beeping. He whipped it out and answered angrily. "What?"

It was Frank-N-Furter. Magenta stood off a little behind him, arms crossed over his chest and scowling with anger to match his own. Riff Raff felt a little pang in his chest. His anger was softening for a moment, looking at his beautiful sister who was carrying their baby. Then his eyes flicked back to Frank-N-Furter, whose bright red lips were twitched up at the corners in a smile. Riff Raff's anger returned in full force.

"Now, now, Riff Raff," the prince drawled, "I think you have some explaining to do."

Janet uttered a gasp upon hearing Frank-N-Furter's voice. Even Brad, who had a tighter grasp on his emotions, turned pale. Riff Raff had told them that Frank-N-Furter had been revived, but they had seen him killed and it was something completely different hearing his voice again.

"I heard that," Frank-N-Furter purred. "Now, who are you with?" His nose wrinkled up. "And what is that god-awful noise?"

Brad, ignoring the question, came to stand behind Riff Raff. "Hullo, Frank-N-Furter."

"Oh Brad!" He exclaimed. "How I've missed you. Is Janet there as well?"

"Yes," she piped up from the other side of the room. Little Frankie's crying had died down to a whimper.

On the view-screen, Frank-N-Furter's face lit up. "Janet, darling," he crooned. "Come over and let me see you!"

Janet clutched baby Frankie's head closer to her and came around. Frank-N-Furter laughed uproariously. "Ah, and there's the little baby I saw earlier. Now, I think it's time we've had a little chat."

Behind Frank-N-Furter, Magenta growled something. Frank-N-Furter waved a hand dismissively. "So, whose baby is that?"

"Mine," Janet said in a strangled voice. Baby Frankie turned his head to goggle at the device where the voices where coming from. He gurgled once in his throat.

Frank-N-Furter cocked his head to the side. "He looks like me..." he said softly. His eyes narrowed in realization. "Is... he mine?"

"Yes," Janet choked.

"No," Riff Raff snarled. "You might have provided the DNA, but that child belongs strictly to Brad and Janet."

The two men stared each other down coldly. Magenta clamped a hand on Frank-N-Furter's shoulder, breaking the stand-off. "Riff Raff is right," she growled, "You have no rights to that child. You've had nothing to do with it until now—"

"—If I had known I would have been involved!" Frank-N-Furter shouted.

"—and you would have had nothing to do with him except for this accident!" Magenta completed, bulldozing over the scientist's protest.

There was a long silence. Then Frank-N-Furter slammed his hand down on a table. "We're coming down."

"What!" Riff Raff raged, "You can't do that! You have no right! Stay away from us!"

Frank-N-Furter recoiled at the sudden outburst. His eyes narrowed again and he flicked his head indignantly. "You cannot order me around, Riff Raff. I am the prince. Don't forget who you are."

"Who I am?" Riff Raff cried. "I remember who I am! I was your friend, and now I am your favourite punching bag."

Frank-N-Furter's face screwed up. His grey eyes flashed with intense emotion. "I'll be down soon."

The screen went dark. Riff Raff growled in frustration. As if sensing the negative vibes, baby Frankie began to howl. Janet handed him off to Riff Raff, who calmed him immediately.

"Now what?" Brad asked. "He said he's coming. Will he be using the audio-vibratory, physiomolecular transport device?"

"Most likely," Riff Raff said softly. Sadly.

Brad put his hand on the alien's shoulder and squeezed it in silent comfort.