Okay... My first official RHPS fic! Rated Teen for some violence, bad language and incest. This is a Riff/Magenta fic, after all. .

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Rocky Horror or any of its characters. Ha...I wish...

Crash.

"Now look what you did, you dumb little shit…"

That voice, that hated voice, was slurred and infuriated…

It was happening again.

She was sitting up in her bed, staring in transfixed horror at the closed door of the room.

Smack.

A whimper of pain.

She covered her face with the thin quilt that covered her, shaking, quite near to tears. She wished there was something she could do to make him stop

--make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!--

but there wasn't. She was too small, too young. Too utterly helpless to control something so much bigger than herself, something

--someone --

that was so very in control of her life, everything she did and said. So she just sat there, trembling and trying to quiet her sobs, listening to the horrors that occurred just beyond the door.

A new sound struck her ears, that of something being dragged across the floor. Someone being dragged across the floor, closer and closer to the closed door that barred the bad things from her. A moment's silence. Then—

Bang.

The door was flung open with a resounding crash, and the drunken, surly figure that belonged to her father stood in its place, carrying the small, limp form of her older brother by the collar of his ragged shirt. He flung the boy into the room, where he tumbled across the floor to come to a stop a few feet from the foot of her bed. She stared with wide, horrified eyes at her father, yet he paid her no mind.

"N' stay in there…" he said in a drunken growl, and he was gone with another slam of the door.

She leaped from the bed just as soon as she heard his footsteps fading away, falling to her knees on the floor beside her brother.

"Riff?"

He'd landed on his side, and tentatively, being as careful as she could so as not to hurt him any more, she turned him onto his back. His eyes fluttered open slowly, and after a moment met with hers.

"Magenta…"

He tried to smile, but it ended up as a grimace of pain. She looked down at him with a concern that he wouldn't have thought possible for a six year old.

"Can you get up, Riff?"

"I think so…"

He managed to get into a sitting position, and at the same time tried to hide the apparent pain he was in from his sister. It didn't work.

She looked at the way his pale skin was marred with bruises, how a few strands of his thin blonde hair were sticking to his cheek with dried blood. She could see that his steel gray eyes glowed with the pain and tears he was trying to hide. She thought him to be very brave, for a ten year old boy, but she was only a little girl, trying to cope with a kind of violence that she couldn't even begin to control or understand.

Practically falling forward, she buried her head against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him tightly, forgetting for a moment his damaged skin. He flinched, but she didn't notice, and he didn't care. His sister was all that mattered. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and ignoring the pain. As long as he kept her safe, as long as their father never, ever touched her, it would all be okay.

Slowly, he staggered to his feet, still holding her in his arms. Pain spiraled through his body, but it was tolerable; his father hadn't been too angry, or perhaps not quite drunk enough this time.

Stumbling, half carrying his sister as he went, he gently took her arms from around his neck, lowering Magenta onto her bed, and started to move back to his own, which lay across the room. A small hand on his wrist caused him to stop.

Her dark eyes still glowed with unshed tears, and her grip tightened on his arm.

"Don't go."

He sat on the edge of her bed, taking her small hand in between his own. She smiled, although her eyes were still blurred with tears. Reaching forward, he brushed one away from her cheek. Her smile didn't fade when she spoke.

"Stay here. Here with me."

Her accent- it was light, hardly audible now, although it would thicken in years to come- still made her w's sound like v's. He smiled, loving the way she spoke.Sighing, he lay down beside her and pulled her close. Holding one arm around her waist, he brushed a curl of her short red hair away from her face. She sighed, closing her eyes and snuggling closer to her brother's protective warmth. She fell asleep within moments.

Riff Raff looked down at her, sleeping as she leaned against his chest, reflecting on how very lucky he was to have her. Without her, his precious sister, he wouldn't have anything to live for. She was what kept him going, in spite of the social rejection he faced from day to day, and despite the frequent physical abuse from their father. The thought of her, of her smile, the way she laughed…

--but never at me, no, not at me, not like everyone else--

He had to keep going because of her… Because he loved her, and he needed to protect her. Because she had to be protected. From…from everything. Everything that could ever hurt her.

Like their father. The overweight, antagonistic, abusive drunkard that served as their caretaker had never tried to harm Magenta before. But that didn't mean he never would.

Riff held his sister tighter, pressing his lips to her cheek.

I love you, Magenta.

Only in later years would it become clear to him just how much.

Please R&R! Part 2 coming soon! Just as soon as my Beta finishes reading it over... Until then- ja ne!