A/N:Dun dun dunnnn! Chapter two...huzzah! Hahahaha. This is where it gets a biiit more interesting...but still so sappy! Gah! But...the sappiness is essential to the plot. nods enthusiastically but...it shall get better (Spoiler: The Crim is going to conduct an investigation and takes B & J into questioning Muahahahaha!) Thank you to the lovely people who reviewed me...I love you all and appreciate it always! mwah Disclaimer:Richard O'Brien owns it all.

Chapter Two

Wise Up, Janet Weiss

I sat on the bathroom floor against the wall, tears of frustration streaming down my face. The only light on in the house was the living room light, so that Brad would know that at least I was awake. Although, my horrid little conscience reminded me, if you are carrying another man's child, who's to say that he's going to even want you alive? "No, no no!" I shrieked, pounding the back of my head against the wall. "Brad loves me..." I sobbed. I was surrounded by empty pregnancy test boxes...I had bought one of every brand, much to the curiosity of the cashier...which I promptly ignored.

For two hours I had sat here...and now I was crying in fear of what may happen. I had no doubt in my mind that I was pregnant, every single test had come up positive. I despised myself, my actions, and maybe...even the little being inside of me.

We had just fixed everything...of course, wounds may take a bit to mend, but we had begun the initial healing process. The raw feeling I had felt in my heart for the past two weeks had begun to ebb away, and now this! Usually...this wouldn't have been so bad...but Brad and I weren't even married yet...worst of all, I didn't know if it was Brad's child...it could be Rocky's...or even Frank's. I didn't know who fathered my child! I was a low-down no-good gutter whore! I began sobbing into my hands again. Blindly, I reached for the box of tissues on the vanity and the box fell to the floor as I pulled a tissue from it and unceremoniously blew my nose in it.

Amidst the noise, I hadn't heard Brad pull up in the driveway and I trembled as I heard him turn the key in the lock. Covering my face with my hands, I attempted to somewhat compose myself.

Steps were heard out in the hallway. "Janet?" Brad called out, the steps getting louder. "Sweetheart?" My voice shaking, I replied, "I'm in here, Brad." Hearing the sound of my voice, he approached the bathroom and flicked the light switch. I closed my eyes, afraid of facing him. I could hear the concern in his voice as he said gently, "Janet...are you all right?" Stepping around the cardboard boxes strewn about the room, he made his way over to me. I kept my eyes focused on the floor, biting my lower lip to keep it from trembling.

Brad knelt down beside me and I could feel the gaze of his crystal blue eyes upon me. With his thumb, he wiped the tears from my eyes and cupped my chin in his hand, prompting me to look at him. I did so, and my heart melted at the sight of genuine love and worry for me in his boyish face. This endearing thought bittered my guilty heart and I began to sniffle miserably. "Oh Brad, I'm so sorry." I croaked, and he embraced me close like he would a frightened child.

He whispered softly in my ear after a while, holding me all the more tightly as he did so. "Janet, what's the matter, sweetheart?" My fingers gripped him even tighter, but I took a deep breath and answered, "I...I...think I'm p-p-pregnant, Brad." My heart raced in my chest and blood pounded in my ears, while the whole time I silently prayed he would forgive me. For a few seconds the only sound was of breathing before he managed to choke out a reply.

"O-Oh my god, Janet, that's wonderful!" I looked at him curiously. "But, Brad darling, I don't know by wh-" He held a finger to my lips to silence me. How could he be so delighted about this? Brad looked directly in my eyes and cleared his throat.

"Janet...the other night I fully realized what this meant." Brad sought out my hand, where the engagement ring shone brilliantly. "It means forever, Janet. It means loving...unconditionally...it means having the ability to love and to forgive." I brushed hair from his face and stroked his cheek. "It means that we can work things out. We were both tricked and betrayed that night, and neither of us had any intention of being unfaithful when we had arrived." I nodded. "And if I had given you this ring and all had been forgiven between us, things had been set right. And if I wasn't here for you now...I could never fully be there for you ever." He reached down to my abdomen and rested his hand there, his gaze still upon me. "I have a better chance of being the father than those other...guys." He sputtered, and I smiled. "But no matter what, I will always be this child's daddy." This last statement brought me to tears and I embraced Brad with a newfound ferocity.

"Brad, darling, I love you so much." I whispered. I was smiling through my tears and I felt as if my heart would burst. I had never been so drunk in love before! I felt a blush creep up my cheeks and I bit my lower lip, oddly giddy. Brad smiled. "I love you more than anything, Janet." Brad wrapped his arms around me, and again we embraced, clinging to the only stronghold that we had amidst this chaotic world of lies, deceit and betrayal.

"Janet, do you know this for sure?" He said at last, a weary sigh escaping his lips. In a way that only lovers can understand the minds and hearts of each other, I knew this sigh was of fatigue, nothing more. "I am very positive of it, Brad darling." I replied. "I do have to go see a doctor, though, I suppose." I stated, nervously tucking loose brown curls behind my ears. He nodded in agreement. "You'll be fine, Janet, everything's going to be all right." I smiled, the normal self returning. The bathroom had grown dark, and outside the window, I saw that it was already completely night.

"We need to stop doing this," I laughed, making reference to the last night when we had spent hours comforting each other. Brad grinned. I got up slowly, my knees a bit stiff from sitting in one place for so long. Turning and looking in the mirror I almost gasped at my appearance...eyes ringed with streaked mascara, red raw trails of tears down my cheeks...hair messy and all over...it was ridiculous. I laughed. I looked like something awful!

"What now, Janet?" Brad asked, and I giggled. "Just laughing over how ridiculous I look."

"Janet, you're always beautiful," Brad said a bit awkwardly, and crossed over from the other side of the room towards me. He embraced me then, and in a graceful single gesture swept me off my feet and held me so that his arms supported me and I clung to his neck. I giggled and kissed him innocently, hugging him around the neck as I did so.

RING RING!! The phone beckoned us from the other room. It continued to jangle at us as I stood upright. Brad began to leave to answer the phone, but I stopped him. "Allow me," I smiled. "Change out of those work clothes." He grinned mischieviously at me and I left to answer the phone.

Picking up the receiver I held it to my ear. A male voice with a British flavor and aged so that it was reminiscent of a kindly old grandfather greeted me.

"Hello...is this the residence of Brad Majors and Janet Weiss?" He inquired. He rolled his r's elegantly when he spoke.

"Um, yes, yes it is..."I answered, curiosity in my tone.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Charles Expert, but I am more commonly known around Denton as the Criminologist."

The Criminologist! He had investigated the site of the Frankenstein place...so said the newspapers that had printed a few articles on this strange occurrence. The odd thing was, neither Brad nor I had been found near there, nor connected with the story in any way. How this man knew we were there at all was beyond me.

"Pardon me, Mr. Expert-"

"Call me Crim...it's my nickname with most everyone these days." He laughed.

"Crim, why is it that you are calling here?"

"Janet...although you were not named in the disappearance of the Frank N. Furter mansion...I have several types of proof that you, indeed, were at this very place. I kept your and Brad's names from the press to protect you and to allow you to regain some...semblance...of normal life."

"Why...how...I don't understand." I stammered, listening to everything Crim said, yet being unable to render an intelligent response. "Brad and yourself, Janet, had arrived at the mansion, welcomed in by the misunderstood handyman, believing you both to perhaps be delivering the pharmaceutical goods that Dr. Furter's parties often required."

"Y-yes.."I confirmed, blown away by the detailed account.

"Then an hour or so into the party Dr. Furter and his servants took you both into his lab to witness an event...I am afraid that my sources in the castle from that moment on became a bit...unclear and thus, from the time you entered the lift to the time you were led to your room is a bit fuzzy."

As he said...'led to your room' every hair on the back of my neck bristled. He knew so much...

"Yes, I'm not sure where you are going with this, Mr. Expe-Crim."

"I need you and Brad to fill in the missing details."

"But...why?" I asked in spite of myself. "Janet, you know as well as I do that these weren't humans. Interactions with these Transylvanians can lead to both emotional and physical health risks. You can learn a great deal from the information I have collected on the Transylvanians and their native Transsexual...I am an expert, after all." He chuckled.

I nervously cleared my throat.

"When shall we meet you?"

"When are you available?"

"Well, Brad works during the day tomorrow and I have to schedule a doctor's appointment but..."

"Janet, let me advise you. I think it would be best if I talked to you both separately at first, as to not cause any problems in your relationship. Can you meet me tomorrow in the Denton courthouse?"

"Are you sure that such a public place to meet is a wise idea?"

"My dear child, I have my own chambers there." He laughed and I shifted nervously.

"What time shall I meet you?"

"After your doctor's appointment. No need to call."

"Till tomorrow then?"

"Yes. Goodbye."

"-bye." I replaced the receiver in its cradle. Brad came up behind me and embraced me, his arms wrapped around my torso and hands resting over my abdomen. Such an endearing gesture that a shiver ran down my spine and I felt heat rising in my cheeks. Sighing contentedly I leaned against him.

"Who was that on the phone?" Brad inquired.

"It was...the local Criminologist. Apparently he's an expert on Transylvanians or something and he knows we were there- He wants to speak to both of us and perhaps fill in the gaps in his information and possibly enlighten us on some of the things we've experienced."

Brad took a deep breath. "When does this Criminologist want to see us?"

"Tomorrow...but first he said he should like to talk to us separately, then together...I was going to see him during the day...perhaps you could speak to him in the evening, Brad darling?" He nodded against my shoulder and replied, "But of course, honey. Now...I don't wish to talk of this any more tonight." I was a bit taken aback at this statement seeing as how Brad usually overanalyzed everything and I myself felt my stomach tying itself in knots thinking about what the Criminologist could possibly ask me.

"But, Brad darling-"

"Shh. You've been through a lot already today Janet and I want you to relax."

This definitely didn't sound like Brad at all but perhaps he had been changed somewhat too. Slowly my mind let go of all of its fears and I simply remained content to lie in Brad's arms. Perhaps there are times when words are too much.

A/N: Whew! That was really really long...and a lot of this story has been sap lately...but it's going to get fun cough next chapter is a cameo by a certain set of medical staff from Shock Treatment...and...I'm thinking of fitting smutness somewhere in here. Actual smutness! Anyways, thanks! -Kissi