Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show
A/N: I'm attempting to complete this story. It's the longest incomplete story I've posted. Of course, it's only half-finished...
Hopefully it's good.
Only moments later they'd returned to Magenta's room – well, their room. By then it was just as much Columbia's room as it was Magenta's. They both sat down on their own bed, as they often did. Things were normal again.
It was then that Magenta realized something. "What did you do vith my sister? She isn't here, I've noticed."
"There's this university nearby and one of the professors is helping her work on the project," Columbia explained.
"I would like to meet this… professor."
And so… that evening the two young women snuck out of the castle and into the university. This being the second time Columbia had been there she knew where Dante's 'lightning switch' was.
The lighting light buzzed to life. It crackled and sizzled not far above their heads, making Magenta nervous. The fact that it was painfully bright didn't really help matters.
"Why does anyone need zat much light? Vhy?" Magenta asked.
"He's a very interesting person, the man who installed that."
At that very moment, the 'interesting person' of which Columbia spoke exited his office. As always, he was dressed quite stylishly. Well, stylishly by early 20th century standards.
"Salve!" he said, happily, when he saw them. "It is lovely to see you again, Miss Columbia. Who is your friend?"
"Magenta. Her name's Magenta," Columbia replied.
"Ah, what a fascinating name. Presumably you're Drusilla's sister?"
"Yes, I am."
The three of them stood there in silence for a moment. Dante was the first to speak: "I'm working on an interesting little project with Drusilla. Though it might seem a bit strange, we're very proud of the work and I don't want you saying anything bad about it. Now, it might shock you – especially you, Columbia, since I know you're less used to this sort of thing."
Both young women nodded solemnly.
Pleased at such a reaction, Dante then led them into a nearby room. It was dark there – at least when compared to the hallway – and a therefore bit creepy. Once Columbia's eyes adjusted it was less scary. Still, she gripped her friend Magenta's hand as if that would keep her safe from the… thing… in the tank.
It was there in the center of the room. A clear box or tank of some kind, the size of an average coffin. For reasons unknown to Columbia it glowed. There seemed to be some sort of liquid inside it. Something vaguely blue that was murky at best, opaque at worst. The slightly humanoid shape that she could sort of see suspended in the liquid only made matters creepier…
Across the room was a door that Columbia only noticed one it opened. In walked Drusilla, looking very serious.
"I'm sorry, Miss Magenta and Miss Columbia, but now that you've gotten to see Drusilla's project I think you'd better leave," Dante then said.
Once they'd stepped back into the hallway, Magenta turned towards her friend and have her a Look of annoyance.
"Is zis vhat you've been letting my sister do? I zought you vere keeping her out of trouble!" Magenta said, shaking her head.
"She's having fun and she's nowhere near the castle. It's the best I could do!" Columbia replied with a dramatic sigh.
They stood there glaring at each other for a moment. Then, Magenta's expression softened slightly.
"I missed you, Kitty," she said quietly. "Yes, I said zat earlier. But I needed to say it again because… because I must."
Then, Magenta kissed Columbia. Apparently they'd forgotten where they were for a moment. Columbia in particular should've realized that Dr Scott – or Dr. Strangelove, as she called him – often wandered the halls and might see them. Not to mention that it was early evening at the time, so many people were out and about.
Thankfully, the person who came across them wasn't actually a stranger. It was somebody they'd only met once. It was Eddie, the pizza boy!
He wore a beat-up leather jacket, motorcycle boots, a plain tee shirt, worn jeans, and carried a motorcycle helmet in one hand. His hair was styled messily, though quite like a '50s greaser. That's what he was, really. A 50s greaser born a decade or so too late!
"What're you two gals doin'? Not that I'm offended by this kinda thing, but my Uncle is an' he's somewhere around here…"
Once the two moved away from each other, he realized who they were.
"Oh, I know ya kids already! You're that cute gal who lives with the drag queen in that castle. And you're that servant, the real shady one. No offense, but you're really kinda scary…"
This, for some reason, made Magenta laugh. Columbia just blushed.
"What are you doing here?" the latter asked, after a moment.
"Looking for my uncle. He works here, ya know. One of them scientists. He's always telling' me I should be a scholar like him but I never will be. He's always bossing me around… he can, ya know, since I live with him and don't have any money of my own. Sorry, doll, I always rant like this! Gee, my coworkers hate me for it."
Columbia began to pity him. Poor kid wanted freedom from authority – that is, adults responsible for him – but didn't seem to have anyway out.
"Vhy are you looking for him?" Magenta asked.
Eddie laughed, almost bitterly. "I wanted to buy a new record an' he's in charge of all my money. Now, that's sorta because I used to go and buy drugs when he wasn't looking… but I've been sober for a while now!"
"Is that because you don't have a way of buying any controlled substances?" Magenta asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Probably."
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