Disclaimer: I didn't add this on the last few chapters like I should have.
I only own Jason and Sarah so far, everything else is owned by Richard O'Brien and the producers. I make absolutely no money.
Authors Note: YAY! Reviews! More chapters shall be added! And a bit of a twist that I forgot to add in the preview. More reviews are always welcome! It means continuance!
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I am so sorry it took so long to update, but this is probably the most boring chapter yet and I was trying to spunk it up a bit. Next chapter has Eddie in it! :D It's a bit better, just let me finish getting it typed up. It should diffidently be up within twenty four hours, so stay on the look out!
Magenta raised an
eyebrow at him.
Friend? Oh yes, the girl!
She'd seen the girl was carrying some kind of earthen weapon that belonged to the male, and the male was too injured to be able to do anything sexual, so the Master probably wasn't going to be trying anything.
What harm could it be to tell him where the girl was staying? If all he planned to do was move his car, then he should be back inside and back in the Master's grip in only a few moments, correct?
Magenta shrugged, walking down the hall, assuming the boy would fallow.
Jason's eyes narrowed down to where the woman purposely swayed her ass.
Women. He rolled his eyes and began limping after her.
"She's down here." Said Magenta, opening the door for him. She continued to stand there, making him have to walk up to nearly touching her to enter the room. However, unlike most earthlings, who were usually unnerved by her transsexual flirtation, he seemed to take it in pretty good sport. He walked right up to her, stared down at her for a second with a smirk, removed his hat and walked inside. He seemed almost like a rough gentleman.
"SARRRARAAAAAH!" He whined, a smirk on his face as he looked through the dark room. What an odd place. He hadn't noticed the washbowl or odd decorations in his room due to having barely been awake, but this place was weird.
Instantly, Sarah shot up in the bed, having grabbed his gun and aimed it at him.
"HEY! MY SEXY! DON'T TOUCH THE SEXINESS!" Said Jason, grabbing for his gun, easily getting it out of her hand. While Jason was trained in several fighting styles and weapons, Sarah was not.
Sneering in the darkness, Sarah pulled herself up, grabbing at the covers to wrap around herself. Who was standing in the doorway?
"God damn it Jason, what the hell!?" Her head hurt, and she was tired. What the fuck did that little bastard want at this hour!?
"I need to go to the
car."
Sarah squinted at him for a minute, clearly exhausted.
"Jason, you cant go to the car, your fucked up on meds, your low on blood, and you have a concussion. No."
"But I NEEED too…So
it don't get towed."
"No Jason."
"Yes."
"No!"
Jason smirked, climbing into the bed, Magenta watching as several movements and shouts fallowed.
"Jason! God damn it, JASON GET OUT OF MY POCKET! Don't touch me there, you little son of a-"
"I GOT THE KEYS!!!"
Yelled Jason, jumping from the bed and instantly regretting it as he landed on his sore knee.
"YEOW!"
"See Jason, not even five feet away and you hurt yourself!"
"Car will get towed!" He whined, going down to hold his injured knee.
And all Magenta could do was stand there and hold her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. These two earthlings were diffidently more entertaining than Columbia and Eddie.
There was a large sigh, and then the sound of metal clicking and belts being untied.
"Fine, here Jason. Here's your gun, your knife, and your freaking keys. Get the car, bring it here, and GO. TO. BED! And LEAVE ME ALONE! I HURT!" She yelled, laying the items down in front of him.
"Yay!" Said Jason, with the glee of a child as he grabbed the metal things, moving to strap them against his legs.
Magenta raised an eyebrow, shifting to cross her arms over her chest.
"Are you ready to contact the Master yet?"
//////////////////////////The Boy Toy\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
Rocky.
He wasn't suppose to be done for another week, mainly because they didn't know where they were going to get a brain from. In all honesty, Riff Raff wanted the damn thing done as soon as possible. He was tired of getting up early, tired of going to bed late, and tired of not having a moments peace without having to solve equations or mix any kind of chemical. And it was all for Frank, because lord knows he wasn't going to get any credit for the damn thing, even though he was the one that really made it.
Frank just sat by and directed.
"No, not that piece!"
"More muscular, more muscular!"
"Oh that's lovely!"
He was so tired of working on this damn thing. Hopefully, he could find a way to speed it up, but he doubted it. They still needed a brain, although he was fairly certain Frank planned on using the new fuck toy of the house, Eddie. The other option was one of the other poor humans that had wondered into his grasp, but Riff wasn't really feeling up to that. The boy was far too amusing, and the girl…well it wouldn't really work for different gender brain than body.
It would be bad.
Frank lounged in his suite, watching idly as he drank wine. Yes, you pompous bastard. Sip your wine while Riff Raff works like a dog to finish your precious fucking FUCK TOY!
Riff Raff nearly threw the vile of DNA against the wall, his anger boiling so badly.
"Master."
The
Monitor flashed on, and Magenta's face appeared. Ahh, there it was,
the water to the fire boiling in his veins. Suddenly, he forgot his
anger once he saw her face.
Frank on the other hand, wasn't as interested. In fact, he rolled his eyes and sat up like a bothered child.
"Ugh,
what!?"
"Master, the ear-…guest ask's permission to leave
the grounds briefly to bring his…car onto the premises."
Instantly, there was a pout on Frank's face as he neared the Monitor.
"Your leaving us??" He asked, easily seeing the earthling behind Magenta.
So, Jason came into the main camera.
"Of course not sweetums! I just need to get my car off the telephone poll so they don't tow it away!" he explained into the odd camera device. Magenta called it a 'monitor."
The pet-name seemed to comfort Frank enough to lean back against his bed, his eyes scanning the room before finding the hunched over figure near the slab.
"RIFF RAFF! Go with Jason and get his car!"
