A/N: Thank you so much for the lovely reviews, guys, they were what drove this story to here, to its end. It was pretty hard finishing it, I even cried myself during some of it, simply because I didn't want to finish it. But probably there will be more in this 'verse, so keep a look out. First of all, thanks should go to the most lovely MissZoey who put up with my musings at 2 o' clock in the evening and came with reassuring words whenever I was feeling terrible. Also, thanks to my great beta for cleaning up my stupid grammar mistakes in this chapter, lol.

Disclaimer: Reckless Rick a.k.a Ritz a.k.a God a.k.a Richard O'Brien owns all of this.

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Eight months later

'Magenta, are you sure you're okay?' Riff asked, probably for the hundredth time. His sister sighed heavily, shifting slightly on the bed in order to readjust to a more comfortable position.

He was looking at her, his eyes wary and concerned, a hand stroking her forehead soothingly.

'Darling, I told you, I'm fine. I was just as fine the five minutes ago, when you last asked.' She took his other hand and put it on her stomach. 'See? I'd bet Junior is playing mini-football in there, at least that's how it feels like.'

Riff let out a nervous laugh and his eyes lost a bit of the worried look that has been settled there for the past eight months or so. Magenta smiled at him brightly, gently stroking his knuckles. Lately, her brother has been as jumpy as ever. Just today, she had felt a slight pain in her stomach, but not like the baby's usual hustle and bustle, but more like as if something was clutching her tightly. She had panicked a little – her pregnancy had at least half a month to go, it had to be probably, what, five weeks until her term? Magenta had called out, Frank had heard her and hurried to call Riff, who had almost thrown a fit. The prince had examined her and said that there was nothing to worry about – it had been a false alarm, something pretty normal in the last month of the pregnancy. He had had to repeat it at least five times to her brother who was still finding trouble to breathe calmly. Columbia and Eddie had been rushed earlier to Denton to buy the last furniture of the almost-done nursery, so at least they weren't there to make even more frightened noises.

The nursery had been a surprise gift from Frank. He had decided that Magenta and Riff's baby deserved the best it could get, besides there were a lot of free rooms in the castle. The trio had been cleaning up one of them single-handedly, or more likely Columbia and Eddie cleaning, whereas Furter was choosing wall and curtain colors. Both siblings were strictly forbidden to enter the soon-to-be nursery until it had been completely done. First they had said that it would be useless – the baby would be sleeping with them for the first few months anyway – but the prince had insisted on it. Riff and Magenta had smiled and called them idiots, they had smiled happily and locked themselves away.

Ever since Magenta hadn't been exactly mobile the last few months, Eddie had permanently moved in, trying to help with the maintenance of the house in any way he could. Even Riff was relieved of his lab duties – Frank insisted that he spent more time looking after his sister, bringing her pineapple and watermelon when she needed it. Magenta found herself to be able to eat almost everything – she got the weirdest desires at the weirdest times of the day. One moment, which everyone would remember for a long time, was when Riff was rushed at three in the morning to find (or steal if he had to) a jar of pickles.

None of them complained, though. Ever. And Magenta herself knew she was sometimes downright unbearable. But her brother would soothe her with words of love and promises, which were making her feel better not only about herself, but also about the brave new world that awaited them in just about a month.

From a medical point of view, her pregnancy was going great. Frank was delighted to do check-ups on her occasionally, making sure that everything was in order. He had steadily declined reveal the child's gender to the siblings.

'It should be a surprise!' he had replied to both their complaints. 'Where's the fun in knowing whether you'll have a boy or a girl? Or something in between?'

When Magenta had screeched in horror at that implication, Frank'd laughed.

'Relax, will you. It's a perfectly healthy and one-gendered baby. You'll just have to wait until the big day to find out about the gender.'

Even Columbia and Eddie weren't enlightened on the matter. The groupie had insisted that she could figure out the baby's gender with an old human ritual. She'd tied a ring to a rope, which, by her words at least, had been woven at full moon on the 21st day of October in a graveyard, whilst the weaver had been singing songs in praise of God. Magenta wasn't sure she wanted to know where her friend had found the rope.

Columbia had tied the ring to the rope and had swung it in front of Magenta's stomach.

'This is stupid.'

'No! It's not! Oh, look! It's going more to the left, is it?'

They'd both stared at it.

'Could be.'

'Oh my God!' Columbia had almost screamed in excitement. 'It's going to be a boy!'

But then she'd narrowed her eyes at the ring.

'Hold on … it's going to the right now. Then it's a girl! No, wait … a boy! A girl!'

Magenta had laughed wholeheartedly.

'Well that's helpful. My baby is either a boy or a girl. Wow.'

'Are you sure Frankie said it was one-gendered?'

'Well, I'd bet your urban rituals can surely beat his medical knowledge.' She'd patted Columbia's head.

Now, as she lay on her bed, staring and the ceiling, she thought that this pregnancy had been one hell of a ride. Everything was as unexpected as the baby itself was and Magenta could feel that this child, their child was bringing this pretty dysfunctional family together. Frank had become almost unrecognisable, his elation similar to the one of an excited kid before Christmas. Columbia was more than happy that Eddie had moved in the castle and was looking after her friend almost as much as Riff was. Her biggest help was that she'd offered to paint Magenta's toenails, as she couldn't do it alone.

Riff came through the door, holding a cup of tea in his hand, which he handed to his sister.

Coffee, cigarettes and alcohol were strictly forbidden by Frank, so she had to find more human beverages she liked to replace all those things, if she didn't want to go bonkers. Tea, Magenta had discovered, was a good substitute.

Her brother handed her the warm cup, before sliding beside her in bed. It had been a tiring day, so they had decided to retire early for the night, to try and sleep a little more.

'Thank you.' Magenta mumbled, her lips on the cup.

'Anything, my dear.' He kissed her head gently. 'Are you o –'

'I swear, if I hear that question from you again, I'm going to punch you. I love you, but that

won't stop me from breaking your nose.'

Riff laughed and she leaned into his chest, sipping her tea slowly.

'I'm sorry.' She mumbled quietly, barely a whisper. He didn't miss it though.

'Sorry? What for?'

She shrugged. She didn't know why she said it either. Sure, it was nice that they were all working together, but Magenta was feeling awful about being unable to do nearly anything that could help them. Not that they'd let her do much anyway. Her stomach was so big now, too big for her own skinny and bony structure, her back was starting to ache if she stood up for too long.

'For being such a major pain in everyone's side.'

'Don't say that.' He stroked her chin calmly. 'You've always taken care of me when I'd get sick, remember? When we were children?'

Magenta chuckled.

'I remember. You were the worst patient ever.'

'I doubt that you trying to make me get better with strawberry syrup actually helped.'

'Hey, that syrup was awesome!'

'It didn't even have any strawberries in it!'

Now both of them were laughing at the memory, but it brought a darker thought to Magenta's head, making her laughter die in her throat. Riff sensed something was wrong.

'What is it?'

'Riff, will I make a good mother?'

She looked up to meet his eyes and was surprised to find them looking up instead of at her, staring at the ceiling, as if picking out the right answer.

'You know, I've been wondering that myself every single day,' he finally looked down to meet her frightened gaze and she felt relief coursing over her as she saw a playful glint in his eyes. 'for me.'

'What?'

'Yes. Ever since you told me you were pregnant, that thought has haunted my mind. Will I be a good father? Will my child have something to learn from me? Or will I turn out to be the poor excuse of a parent, which our own certainly proved to be?'

'Don't say that.'

'But, 'Genta,' he continued as if he hadn't heard her. 'that's my point. I've been having thousands of doubts about myself. Millions even. But never you. I've never doubted you. And I never will.' Riff kissed her cheek. 'I wish you had the same faith in yourself.'

'You know what's funny?' she looked at him, a smile etched on her lips. 'I've been thinking the exact same thing about you.'

They both laughed and the baby gave out a powerful kick, as if it had heard their voices. Maybe that's the whole point of parenting, Magenta thought just before she drifted into sleep, we keep each other sane.

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When Magenta heard Frank and Columbia shouting at each other as she was going up the stairwell to get a glass of water, she understood that the situation may have gotten a bit out of control.

'… I mean, come on, this is so cliché, you can probably see this at every single nursery on Earth!'

'That's not the point!' Frank's voice loudly exclaimed. 'Such things are rare on Transsexual and both Magenta and Riff will fall in love with it!'

'But still, where's the childish in that?'

'It's a baby, not a moron!'

'The newborn baby is kind of a moron!'

Magenta could hear the voices coming from the room, which was planned out to be the nursery.

This was getting way too much. She was completely excluded from any design plans the others might have had and, frankly, she was getting more or less worried. After all, her last wish was for her child to have nightmares of transvestites drawn on the walls and Hell's Angel motorcycles twirling above her head. Judging by the heatedness and the theme of the argument, maybe it had even gotten further than that.

She knocked on the door furiously.

'Guys, you should really stop this!'

When she didn't receive an answer, she thought oh, damn it and opened the door. Surprise or no surprise, she didn't want to have her friends biting off each other's throats.

As soon as she entered, both Frank and Columbia screamed, their argument already forgotten, as they raced to put their hands above Magenta's eyes.

'No! No! You're not supposed to see it before –'

She removed their hands, her mouth dropped in awe as she stepped inside the room.

The dull grey room had been completely transformed. There wasn't any visible sign of cobwebs or dust. The old and ugly furniture had been completely removed. Now, there was an armchair, carefully considered for the parent-on-duty, who would keep over the baby in the many sleepless nights that were to come. The crib was brand new, painted in blue and purple, with bed sheets in the same colors. There were numerous shelves too, some filled with Eddie's old toys, the ones which where usable and didn't contain any weaponry anyway, others with new ones, which Magenta could only guess her friends had bought. But what astonished her most was the walls.

As she looked around, she was pretty convinced that if she was her baby, she'd never want to leave her nursery. The color scheme was, again, a soothing dark blue and purple. Slightly faded, the colors blended into one another, forming a perfect contrast between the two farthest edges of a wall. The one that was just against the crib was the most amazing one, though – there was a painting, the ocean at night, carefully put out by someone's hand. Magenta felt tears prickling at her eyes, but this time, she wasn't afraid to let them show.

It was a shockingly good replica of a beach, which was near their house back on Transsexual.

She used to visit this beach a lot, usually at night, alone or with Riff. They'd watch the moon rise over the steady water, feel the breeze and the smell of the ocean filling their nostrils. It was there, where they'd convinced their love for each other. It was there, where they'd taken the decision to come here. Now, as she was looking at the painting of a silver moon above the black waters, absolutely the same as she remembered it back on Transsexual, she heard a strangled gasp of astonishment and she was pretty sure it had come out of her mouth.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she could hear Columbia's voice.

'… and Eddie was just supposed to be back with the other shelf, you weren't supposed to see it before that!'

'Magenta?' Frank put a hand on her shoulder. 'Are you okay?'

'I – I –' she stuttered, still incapable of forming any coherent words to express every emotion that was coursing through her. 'I can't believe- all of this, you did it? Alone? For us?'

'There is still some work to be done, dear.' Frank scratched his head, clearly disappointed at her ruining the surprise. 'You should see it when we build the extra shelves. It's going to be fabulous.'

'I just don't know why Frankie here wouldn't agree to put something more, I don't know, childish on the walls? Like the Huggy bears or something?'

'Huh! Nonsense!' Frank scolded. 'Blue and purple are soothing colors, they will help the baby sleep better at night. Besides,' he looked at Magenta. 'I remembered hearing you talk about the moon-drenched shores of our beloved planet. I thought that it would make not only the child, but also you, happy. It looks like …'

'… a little piece of home.' She turned to Frank, tears still glistening in her eyes. 'I … thank you, just – I don't deserve all thi –'

Columbia interrupted her fiercely.

'Of course you do, silly. You've been looking after our asses ever since we've been here! It's about time we did something for you!'

'Moreover, it'll create an image for your child of what Transsexual looks like and it will be ready to face it when we go back.' Frank nodded.

Magenta turned to the painting once again, not sure if she would be able to take her eyes off it.

She didn't say anything more, but from the smiles that Frank and Columbia had exchanged, she knew that they'd understood.

She loved the nursery.

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Having given a vow of secrecy, she didn't tell Riff a thing until the nursery was finished. Frank and Columbia had been right – Eddie came back with another shelf, some more toys, a beautiful rug, which covered the wooden floor, little touches, but they gave the room even more spirit and she felt as if she could already see her child in here. He also had a surprise for her.

'I thought this would be suitable.' He said, blushing, and gave Magenta a mobile, which had little blue moons and stars. When she pulled the rope, a polyphonic version of the Moonlight Sonata started.

'Oh dear, it's perfect!' Frank gasped as Magenta hung it over the crib. 'Now, let's show it to the lucky daddy.'

Columbia screamed in delight, as she burst out of the room, only to return a few moments later with Riff, a duster still in his hand and the groupie's hands over his eyes. Magenta couldn't help but giggle at the sight.

'I'm going to fall.' He exclaimed, as she nearly bumped him into a wall. 'Ouch.'

'Whoops. Sorry.'

She placed him in front of the ocean-painted wall and removed her hands from his eyes.

'Okay, you can look now!'

With that, she shushed at Frank and Eddie for them to get out of the room. They were both about to complain, but the groupie didn't want to hear any of it – she literally pushed them both out the door. Magenta made a mental note to thank her later. She wanted to enjoy this moment with Riff.

As she imagined, his jaw nearly hit the floor, as he turned in a full circle around himself, his eyes wide and the same strangled gasp that Magenta had made came out of his throat.

'This – this is –'

'I know.' She said, coming from behind his back and putting her hands around his waist. 'I had the same reaction.'

'How did they do all this?'

'I honestly have no idea.'

He turned around to face her, his blue eyes glistening a little. Magenta couldn't believe what she was seeing.

'Are you … crying?'

'I'm not!' Riff exclaimed, rubbing his eye. 'I just got something … okay, so what if I am?'

Magenta chuckled and kissed him gently on the lips.

'Nothing. It's very manly and powerful.'

'Shut up.' He laughed, as he hugged her. 'I'd bet you cried a river at this.'

'I kind of did, yeah.'

'So this is really happening, huh?'

She sighed.

'I can barely believe it, but yes.'

'Imagine,' he continued with an inspired voice, his eyes still exploring the nursery. 'just imagine the things that will happen in this room.'

'The baby will say its first word.'

'It'll make its first steps.'

'We'll teach it to do the Time Warp.'

They exchanged a mischievous look, remembering the old days, when they would do the traditional Transylvanian dance at every convention, having a great deal of a good time.

The siblings faced each other, both their palms facing the floor. First their fingertips touched, then their forearms, and finally their elbows, hands reaching up. As Magenta leaned in against him to kiss him one more time, she felt as if the good times were getting closer. She had no idea how right she was.

Suddenly, she felt something wet running down the inside of her leg. She knew there was no way to tell, but right now she felt that she knew what this was for sure. Her breath hitched and her heart felt as if had missed at least a couple thousand beats. She pulled away from Riff, looking at him with big frightened eyes. Magenta saw the panic flow into his blue orbs as well.

'What? What is it?'

'I…' she took a deep breath to calm herself down. 'I think my water just broke.'

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The whole house went from peace to frenzy in a matter of seconds.

Magenta's memories from after her contractions began were a bit dim. She remembered doubling in two from the pain, which seemed to cut her in half. She felt nausea creeping up her throat. Why? Why now? It's too early. Oh, God, please, let everything be okay.

Before she knew it, she was being almost carried by Riff and Frank up to the lab, while Eddie and Columbia trailed after them, both of them nearly ripping their scalps off from pulling at their hair. Magenta thought she could hear their voices somewhere through all the pain.

'Maybe we should take her to a hospital!' Eddie exclaimed. 'I have my motorbike right here, and the Denton Medical Center is only half an hour away …'

Riff looked at him as if he wanted to rip him apart. That was all it took for Eddie to shut up.

'Eddie, quit yammering!' Frank exclaimed as they entered the lab and lay Magenta on the bed, which had been specially prepared for this occasion. 'Make yourself useful and go and get some hot water and towels! We're going to have a baby in a matter of minutes!'

The delivery boy nodded anxiously and almost tripped in his own legs while going to the kitchen, Columbia following him in order to heat up water in the meantime.

'Frank,' Magenta managed to get out, as another shot of pain ripped her stomach. 'why … too early …'

'Now don't you worry, my dear.' He told her, gently pushing her legs apart. 'It just appears that our little ray of sunshine is getting a little bored in there.' He slipped into his uniform and hooked her up to a system. Then Frank shot a glance at Riff, who was so dumbstruck by everything going so fast, that he had frozen on his spot. 'Don't just stand there! Go hold her hand, goddammit!'

This seemed to shake him off his trance, as he rushed to Magenta's side and she clasped his hand nearly hard enough to break one or two bones.

'I'm here, love,' he gently said, kissing her hand. 'I'm right here.'

Frank checked the system.

'Everything seems fine, Magenta, the baby's heart rate is normal, a little sped up, but this is okay, considering you're in labour –'

'I'm going to give birth … now?' she screeched. This was definitely not going according to plan.

'I was thinking this could happen, actually. Considering all the pseudo-contractions you've been having. You know, those times when you got those stomach aches. It was kind of a way of your body to warn you that Junior was getting all lonely and wants to meet mom and dad.'

'And you didn't tell me because?'

'Oh, I didn't think I was right.' Frank waved his hand at her, chuckling. 'I guess I am now, though.'

'You think so?' Magenta gasped, as another contraction almost made her scream.

She clutched Riff's hand even harder, something she hadn't thought was possible. He didn't even flinch, just kept talking in a soothing manner to her. Frank examined her carefully.

'Okay, Magenta, now concentrate. Tell me, what's the period of the contractions?'

She thought really hard.

'Five, or …' she gasped as another wave of blinding pain hit her. 'maybe three minutes.'

'Okay, good, Magenta, good, you're doing great.' Frank assured her. 'Just keep breathing,

remember.' He took in a deep breath to demonstrate her. 'Breathe in. Breathe out.'

As both Magenta and Riff mimicked his action, she felt the pain wear off slightly for now.

'See?' He looked at them proudly. 'You're both doing great!'

Columbia and Eddie returned with a bucket of hot water and clean towels and Frank quickly told them to get out in order for Magenta not to feel uncomfortable. She was about to tell him that it was okay if they stayed, when another contraction hit her like a wave, much stronger than the other ones by this point. She grabbed at Riff's hand as if it was some kind of a floating stick in the pool of water she was drowning in.

'I hate you for doing this to me.' She grumbled through her clenched teeth and her brother laughed softly.

'I love you too, dear, but I feel as if my hand is starting to go numb.'

'Don't complain!' Frank told him. 'You'll be getting much better stuff if you lose that hand.

Come on, dear,' he addressed Magenta, carefully monitoring her systems. 'you're doing great.

Not much left. Come on, sister, you can do this.'

The pain kept coursing through her stomach as if someone was digging with a knife in her lower abdomen and she screamed, unable to hold her voice inside any more.

'How is it going?' she heard Riff ask Frank.

'She is doing great.' Frank lifted her legs up and placed a clean towel underneath her. 'Come on, dear! Push! Now or never!'

'Come on, 'Genta,' Riff whispered into her ear. 'you can do this. I believe in you.'

With that last sentence echoing inside her head like a mantra, accompanied by some distant melody, she clenched her teeth. Come on, little one, was her final thought, it's about time we lay eyes on you.

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Columbia and Eddie were pacing in front of the laboratory's door, startled by Magenta's screams inside and wondering what on earth could be happening. Seconds felt like minutes.

Then everything went deathly quiet. If a pin had been dropped, it would have echoed through the whole castle.

They caught each other's hand, clutching tightly, their minds praying to an unknown God.

It seemed like forever when, finally, a weak cry, which echoed at the walls as it became louder, reached their ears. And it became louder. And louder. As if the lungs it was coming from were brand new.

Columbia fell into Eddie's arms, tears staining her eyes. They heard muffled voices inside the lab, they could only make out Frank's and the word cut.

They sat. And waited. And then waited a little more.

Then suddenly the door opened and out came Riff Raff, his eyes red, tears staining his cheeks.

He wasn't even trying to hide them. One of his hands was slightly blue, and in his arms he held a white weeping bundle.

Both of the humans looked at him amazed. They had never seen anything like the smile that graced the butler's face, they came closer to him, congratulations and wishes of good health spilling out of their mouths.

But he couldn't see anything.

He couldn't hear anything either.

All of his attention was centred into the little figure in his arms, so tiny he thought he could hold it with his one hand. Even so, he was clutching to it as if his life depended on it. Actually, right there and then, it did.

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Magenta woke up with her head feeling as if she had just fallen straight on it, her internal organs screaming in agony. Frank rushed to her side. She took in the surroundings and saw she was in her own bedroom.

'Magenta! How are you feeling?'

She tried to say anything, to ask about Riff, about the baby, but she found out her throat went dry when she saw her brother come in through the door. Frank stepped away, a gentle smile on his face, as Riff approached her with a small white bundle cradled carefully in his arms. Her heart plummeted inside her chest, doing somersaults and landing somewhere in her stomach. He sat on her side.

'There is someone I think you should meet.'

As her shaky hands took the bundle from his arms, she saw, what seemed through her lovestruck eyes, the most beautiful baby in the entire galaxy. Her little nose was perfectly shaped around the little mouth, which somehow reminded her of Riff's. A light moss of red hair was gracing her little head, making her look like an angel. It took a while for Magenta to actually take in what she was seeing. Her baby girl. Their child.

Frank smiled one more time and left them three to spend their first family moment together, giving himself mental applause for a job very well done.

Inside the room, all Magenta could feel was warmth streaming through her body. As she gently stroked the baby's forehead, Riff sat next to them and wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulders.

'She is perfectly healthy and normal.' He told her, even though it wasn't needed. Magenta already knew that. She had felt it the minute she had saw them. 'And she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my entire life.' He looked down on his sister. 'Actually, no. I would never be able to decide which one of you is prettier. I guess it's my destiny to be surrounded by beautiful women.'

She chuckled tiredly and saw him give out a crooked smile as well. Her hand kept stroking the little girl's head slowly. Suddenly, the baby opened its eyes and Magenta was shocked to see that they weren't the muddy brown that was typical of babies her age.

They were the most sapphire blue she had ever seen.

Their little girl was staring at her with Riff's eyes.

Thank God, she thought.

'So,' Magenta looked up at him. 'what should we name her? Any suggestions?'

'Honestly? I might have one. Look at her. What does she look like to you?'

Magenta's gaze lowered to her daughter. Riff was right. There was a name, almost hidden in her little hands, in the blue of her eyes, the redness of her hair. As if she was whispering it to her, a soft tiny voice in the back of her head.

'Rose.' Magenta whispered, absolutely enthralled.

Riff smiled.

'I knew it you'd hear it.'

They exchanged a meaningful look. Their little girl was going to be beautiful and strong, just like both of them. They could feel it already.

'So, Rose it is then.' She said, gaze returning to the small bundle in her arms. 'Hello, Rose.'

Rose started to twitch in her arms, silently whining.

'Rose.' Riff echoed, kissing Magenta's head, one if his hands gently stroking his daughter's cheek.

It was right there and then that Magenta realised it.

They may be alien. They may be strange, peculiar, funny, sad. Weird.

But they were family. And now, their family had a lovely addition.

As she felt love pump even stronger into her veins, one thought coursed through Magenta's head like a comet.

It was all worth it.

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A/N 2 TA-DAA! I hope you liked the ending! Stay tuned for an epilogue and more Riff/Magenta/Rose stories coming up from me soon! This shall now be dubbed the Rose 'Verse.

Thank you for reading.