HOOPLA! Hey, writin' another chapter of this fic. I thought it might need a little more to it. After this one there will be one more to end it, so KEEP CHECKING! Oh, another thing… REVIEW! I don't own anything. God does. God meaning Richard O'Brien of course. I heart Ritz! This is still in Mags POV.

Love, confectioners sugar and Riff

HughloverX

Tailcoat part 2

It had been 15 years since I had bought him that suit. Since then a lot had changed. Riff had become a scientist, and he had built a time machine that could travel through space and time that he called "the sonic transducer". However, Prince Frank-N-Furter had become a scientist also (a horrid one at that) and had taken all of the credit for building the sonic transducer. He had also forced Riff to come with him on an assignment to study creatures on a distant planet. Riff explained to me that each scientist was given an assignment and they could choose another scientist to come with them on this "mission". Frank had been told to study a strange race called Earthlings, from the planet Earth in the galaxy of the Milky Way and he had chosen to bring Riff along with him because of the work he had been doing and because he knew that Riff would do most of the work. The only thing is, this "mission" would last at the very least 5 years and Riff would not leave without me. I told him that I would come with him, because I knew this would help get back his acclamation in his scientific career and because I was more than a bit curious about what these Earthlings would be like.

So, we left and it's been hell ever since. We have been reduced to servants, Riff a handyman and myself as a domestic. Frank frequently goes out to find another sex toy for himself and has ceased studying. He had recently brought home an annoying pink-haired, glittery, bubbly helium-filled girl. I swear, when she talks it threatens to break every window in our ship, which is disguised as a castle. Riff has been taking notes whenever he can, but Frank has been running him haggard doing chores and plan old silly things. I try and stay out of the way, but it's hard sometimes when I see how Frank treats Riff. He makes us refer to him as "Master" and he incessantly whips and beats Riff Raff. The "Master" has been watching some strange plays on film at the "drive-in". The Earthlings call it "Science Fiction Double Features" and Frank has been getting a bundle of ideas from them including the servant idea. Now he has a new idea; make an ideal man, as somewhat of a bride for him. He wants his lover to be a muscle man, with blonde hair and a tan. Riff, of course, has been made to do all the work.

Riff Raff, my dearest brother, and myself have been in love for quite sometime now. I'm not sure when it happened, but it was not that long after his 18th birthday. He still wears his suit (uniform would be the better word) because "that is what servants wear" according to Frank, but now, there is an old rag stuffed up the tailcoat to make it look as though Riff is a hunchback and he doesn't wear the white shirt anymore. The shirt had been torn and bloodied from the constant whippings that it was barely held together. He did wear the vest, without a shirt underneath, that was now dirty, sweat drenched, and bloodied. One of his spats were lost when he was working outside, and his once clean nice pants were now ragged. The coat was his favorite this, and now, he despises it. It looks as though we hung it outside the ship when we blasted off from Transsexual and left it there the entire time and then once we landed we gave it to my dogs.

Riff and I also changed, but Riff more so. He has lost the top portion of his hair, the hair he has left is long and greasy, but still the same lovely blonde. Also, Riff has gotten even slimmer than he had been before on Transsexual and his body had countless bruises, scars and welts. He has dark shadows around his eyes that were permanent. Me on the other hand, have been wearing dark make-up to hide the bruises. I only covered it because I knew if Riff found out I was being beat too, he wouldn't be able to keep his temper and I knew that in his condition, he couldn't handle a fight with Frank. My hair is now a mess of frizz and I wear an ugly domestics uniform.

I was dusting, as usual, when I heard a noise from the lab above me. It sounded like Frank and Riff were arguing again, no doubt about the creation.

"Frank! You can't do that!"

"Who are you to say what I can and can not do? Did you forget that you are a worthless servant? I, on the other hand, am a scientist!"

"As am I! Or did you forget that? I built the transducer and the transit beam, which got us here! You may be called a scientist, but honestly, everyone knows you are just a spoiled, unpredictable, incompetent, erratic, over-sexed pig-of-a-prince that doesn't know the difference between dihydrogen monoxide and hydrogen nitrate! I am the scientist here not-"

SNAP! CRASH!

I winced; knowing Riff was on the receiving side of those horrible noises.

"Sounds like both of them lost their temper. Wonder why? I mean Frankie is the prince and a scientist right?" Columbia said from behind me.

"Prince? Sadly yes. Scientist? Well…" I trailed off not wanting to hurt the poor girl's feeling. She had some sort of obsession over Frank and just wouldn't leave. Also, when she cried, it felt as though someone was running a butcher knife over a chalkboard. We were friends and liked to fool around, but we never fooled around with anything relating to the creation or Frank. Usually we just left it alone.

"Oh. Hey, someone's coming down," she said as she ran to the lift. It was Frank.

"Magenta! Go clean up the lab!" he barked. Then he went to the Zen Room with Columbia swooning over him.

I cautiously walked over to the lift and went up to the lab. It was a mess. There were broken bottles everywhere, many liquid mixtures dripped and spilt on the ground, papers strewn throughout the room, and tables overturned. This had been one of the biggest messes I had ever seen. How could anybody make this big of a mess in such a short amount of time? I heard a noise coming from under one of the overturned broken tables.

"Riff!" I called as I ran over to help him up. "Oh, Riff, you're hurt aren't you? Why did you start fighting with him again? Let me help you."

"Magenter, I'll be fine. There, see? I'm all right," he said getting up and brushing off. He would ever admit to being hurt in front of me.

"Why don't you sit down for a little bit and I'll clean this up?" I started to collect the papers first.

"Magenter let me help you. You have no idea how these things need to be ordered and I don't want Frank to get angry with you too," he said as he got up. I noticed the slight wince on his face as he did.

"No. It vill be fine. You are hurt and don't try-" It was no use. No one could tell Riff not to help his sister, not even Frank.

After they had the mess close to cleaned up I looked over at Riff and noticed that he had been taking his coat off and examining it.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just another hole," he sighed as he looped his finger through a newly formed acid-hole in the black coat. "Magenter, darling, you hate it here as much as I do right?"

"Well…it does get rather monotonous, but I know that-"

"I have a plan."

"A plan? To do what?"

"To go back home. Magenter," he said grabbing me and looking me in the eye, "I've devised a way where we can go home. We can get back to Transsexual and everything will just like it was. I can be a scientist again, and-"

"How? What about Frank? He doesn't want to go back."

"Well…we can always take him as a prisoner. We won't hurt him, but he can't be in charge anymore."

"Revolt! Against Frank! If we do do this he'll have us put in prison once we get back home or worse! He could have us killed!"

"No, not if we tell everyone the truth about what he's done to us. We'll tell us that his lifestyle ruined the mission and he was torturing us. The Lab will protect us and they'll work with the Advisors to the Queen to keep us safe. It'll work out. I promise," he explained.

"But Riff, can't we just-"

"Magenter, you know he won't let us go home. We must. We'll wait till the precise moment, and then we'll take over the ship. We must do this, to protect everyone. The mission is a failure you know that. His lifestyle's much too extreme. Nobody cares for our well-being or Frank's for that matter. It's only takes that one vengeful lover of his, to ruin our cover and maybe even kill us. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes Riff. I trust you. But what about Columbia and the Creation?" I asked him. He knew I would love to bring Columbia back with us. Columbia liked Riff and I was sure the Creation would behave for Riff; he did create him. Frank, I knew, needed Riff for everything scientific, but he wasn't a "friend". They tolerated each other more than anything. I wouldn't say they didn't like each other, I would say they had extreme differences.

"As long as they don't get in the way, I'm sure that they would fit in on Transsexual."

I couldn't resist giving him a hug and kiss. I was so excited. We were going to go home. He noticed how happy I was and thought we should express our love and happiness in bed. We went to his room while Frank was still in the Zen room and let our uniforms fall to the ground noiselessly. His dirty tailcoat, vest, pants, boots, and spat laid there on the dirty floor. He would only have to wear it a few more times on Earth, and ever again.