Thanks for your feedback, Josiecat, xNationMckinleyx, and HughLoverX. I actually wrote this story more than a year ago and decided now that I have paid fanfiction services, that I'd post it. I don't like the idea of changing a character either, but I always threw around in my head how others would act if Frank changed upon reviving. There's a better description of why he does this later on in the story, so it's not an out-of-the-blue thing, really. Because I'll admit, I don't care much for OOC characters. The other fanfics I've written I've kept the characters much more in character, especially for the three Monk fanfics (which were written quite recently). Thanks for all your feedback, and please continue reviewing!

Backing up slowly to Columbia's advances with the weapon, Frank held his hands up as a form of apology. His anger had immediately dissipated at the sight of the infamous laser beam that had taken his life once already, and he could feel fear and despair taking its place. Columbia wasn't buying his new stance and sorrowful expression, however, and the cold hatred showed plainly on her face. She backed him up against the now closed auditorium doors and pushed a heavy statue over, causing Frank to jump out of the way as the thick marble bust blocked the two doors from opening. She eyed him dangerously.

"Why do you continually treat me like garbage, Frankie? I cared so much for you, and you destroyed everything we had together!" The groupie was yelling as her finger ran up and down the trigger of the laser. Frank knew he had no means of escape, and his life flashed before his eyes.

"Please, Columbia, I never meant to hurt—" Columbia interrupted his plea and Frank obediently shut his mouth.

"What did ya do to the girl after you kicked me out of the auditorium? Did ya screw her just like everyone else around here?"

The transvestite could sense death was again upon him and decided to beg for mercy. Things were going quite well for him at the moment, with a new lover in tow. Rocky might revive any sec--he immediately thought about Rocky. The muscular blond man could be awaking right now. Unfortunately, in this time of tense emotions, Frank had his back to the auditorium doors, which had slammed closed upon the fall of the statue.

"I-I-I… um…" Frank stammered.

Columbia jabbed Frank in the chest with the point of the laser, causing him to flinch back. "You did screw her, I can't believe you did it AGAIN you selfish pig!" She screamed at him.

"I'm sorry, let me explain everything," moaned the cowering man. But before he was killed again, he just had to know what had caused the intense shaking earlier. "Can I ask you something first?"

Columbia looked as if she was going to shoot him at any moment, but she nodded.

"What was that terrible shaking earlier?" Much to his dismay, Columbia laughed evilly.

"That sensation you felt was the liftoff of this castle, the start of our return to Earth. You don't have your stupid life darts to save you now!" Frank shivered at the unfortunate turn of events. He didn't even get a chance to see his native planet, and now he was headed back to earth, that planet to which he was first banished. All the life darts had been used up so revival would be impossible. Total despair swallowed Frank in its blackness, and Columbia could see he was completely defeated.

She decided to threaten the transvestite scientist and dominate him while she held the weapon. She put pressure on the trigger and began her threats.

"Get down on your knees, Frank

Start pleadin' your pleas, Frank

It's gonna be hard to convince me

To spare you your life, kid

For all the crap you did

To shove away your faithful groupie.

I always cared the most about you

And I would not have turned my back, it's true

But you replaced your number one fan

With that despicable blond man

One too many times you've made me blue

If you don't obey now

And fulfill this one vow

I'll punish you with certain death

My laser is ready

To make you confetti

It's time for you to breathe your last breath."

Frank slowly sunk down to his knees in front of the laser-wielding groupie. Sweden and Struetsen couldn't help him now; he was on his own. Columbia was quite angry with him and he certainly did not want to die again. I can't believe it took her this long to give me an ultimatum, after all she's been through, he scoffed inwardly. Within a second of that thought, Frank silently cursed himself for thinking so stupidly. Dr. Frank N. Furter, the arrogant and SYMPATHETIC scientist? It had never been that way before, but as of his situation now, he may as well be. He wouldn't sing his sad songs of woe; it didn't work the last time he was killed. Frank, kneeling in front of Columbia, waited for her command.

"I wanna hear you beg for your life, Frankie!" Columbia giggled, but Frank knew it was only because she could make him do what she had always wanted him to do now.

Frank began to stutter nervously. The newly-revived scientist was going to do anything to save his own life. Yes, he'd have to butter it up a bit to truly convince her, but he hoped that she wouldn't notice his new bout of blatant obedience.

"Have mercy, Columbia," he said with a quivering voice. "I'll do anything…. I didn't mean to shut you out… and I apologize that I did. I don't want to die… again….Please don't kill me, Columbia, please…."

From her position over the figure of the man at her feet, Columbia examined her current position with Frank. She was, quite honestly, in heaven. At this moment in time, Frank was totally at her disposal and would do anything to save himself. She knew he was saying what she wanted to hear, but hell, if he was willing to do that, to humiliate himself, he'd be willing to do just about anything she wanted.

Frank, on the other hand, wanted to escape the situation but knew any sudden move against Columbia would be hopeless. If the laser hit any part of his body, he would be dead, and he was quite sure that the angry groupie wouldn't hesitate to use it. He decided to obey her for now, for Columbia's thirst for control would only be temporary until he won her over with his natural charm and seductive power… or so he hoped….

As soon as Frank started pleading with Columbia again, Sweden and Struetsen ran down the hallway from the side door. "What's going on?" questioned Sweden while stopping beside Frank's cowering body. The scientist sat up on his haunches, feeling a bit more protected. Once Struetsen had joined her in front of the enraged groupie, Frank began to explain, but Columbia immediately cut him off, aiming her laser at his head, causing him to cringe.

"Ya see, kiddos, Frank and I go a ways back. He foist accepted me, loved me, but soon replaced me with Eddie. Then, when he was done with Eddie, he replaced him wit Rocky. It's been a cycle of selfishness on Frankie's part. He has to learn how much he's hurt me ova the years. I am here today to teach him."

"Well," Sweden thoughtfully added, "now that he realizes his lifestyle angered others enough to kill him, perhaps he'll change his old ways."

"Awww, that's neva gonna happen," the groupie scoffed. "Frank's neva gonna change. I just want to go back to earth and try to live my life as if he neva existed."

Frank looked up at Columbia. "You're going to leave?" he questioned, causing a small smile from the groupie. The red-headed girl beamed inside, feeling hopeful. Frank actually cares about me? A frown came back to her face when she thought of the obvious reason; he was getting on her good side.

"Since when did you care, Frank? Now I know you's just sayin' that so I'll spare your life," she replied.

Frank had to think fast to respond in the correct manner. He instantly discovered a means to get on her good side. He had to admit that basically he was going to tell her the truth, if only about himself….

"You don't have to leave, Columbia. I really have changed. Ask the two how I've been acting. It's nothing like I was before, so it's not like they could make it up. And, please believe me when I say I'm sorry for always taking it out on you."

Columbia gaped down at the kneeling scientist at her feet. What he was saying was totally unlike him, and she doubted that he could have uttered those words in his contemptuous past life. How was she to handle these pleas?