A/N (9/13/2016): So... I've decided to edit this story. It's not that good and I want to fix it. Though so much fixing is needed I plan to rewrite most of it. I'll keep the story posted while I edit it a bit - which means it won't be 'nice' for a while. All chapters with this note are being worked on.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

September, 1974

I was first sick in the second week of September.

Stupidly enough, I thought I had the flu. What else could it be? There I was one lovely Thursday afternoon throwing up that nice I'd eaten for lunch. Knowing something was wrong, I went to the doctor that weekend. Apparently morning sickness can happen at nearly any time of day. Whoever named it 'morning' was a fiendish liar or a bachelor who'd never trained in the medical field. Or both, for all I knew.

The closest doctor was (mercifully) a woman named Dr. James. Now, I can't handle the thought of male doctors because... well, for obvious reasons. After I'd waited for a while in a little room. It was the sort of strange 'family-owned' doctor place that looks sort of shady at times. Since I had no actual job or insurance or any ID this was the sort of doctor I'd get to go to. It wasn't ever good to draw attention to myself so I suppose

Dr. James asked me all sorts of questions though was polite about everything. Luckily she was polite enough not to comment on my odd appearance or suspicious amount of cash. That I'd stolen from Frank, though he kinda owed me by then. wanted to help me and didn't seem too upset when she told me the 'good' news. It was clear she pitied me to some degree. Indeed, I probably looked like some kind of prostitute to her. Not that I was wearing tons of makeup. Though when I thought about it the makeup. I felt shameful.

"Just try to eat properly and avoid too much exercise," she told me. "Though you should still go walking sometimes. It's a balance, like everything else."

Yes, everything was a balance. Dating Eddie while still making sure Frank was happy. Being able to hide my condition in front of Magenta but not keeping too much from her. All a balancing act... on the verge of collapse.

Thank God Magenta didn't drive me there or something (or so I thought at the time). It would've been better to have her with me for support and related nonsense, though I then believed I just keep the whole affair secret. Like my relationship with Eddie. Neither were going to stay secrets for much longer at that point. Like both Dr. James and I said, it's a balance.

At least I knew whose kid it was. That was because Magenta had once tole me that her sort of alien and humans can't have offspring. I'd bet that Frankie doesn't know that, since he seems to know very little about such things. That gave me the idea of pretending that the child was Frank's when it became obvious. I can't exactly lie to him, since I don't want to be a sort of betrayer. Yet cheating on

For weeks I constantly thought of this yet kept my mouth shut. My head felt ready to burst soon enough. On the 22nd (I'd begun keeping track of the days out of boredom), Magenta cornered me. She'd noticed my odd behavior. Everyone would've by then if they bothered paying attention.

"I know something is wrong. In fact, I think I know exactly what's wrong. As long as you don't do something stupid, like stop eating, I won't say anything," she whispered to me.

Clever girl. Why did she always know everything? Well, I knew the answer to that. But even now.

"How did you figure it out?" I asked, my suddenly far lower than usual.

She rolled her dark green eyes. "It's obvious. Though I doubt any of the boys even know that anything is wrong. You know how boys are..."

"Oh?"

"Between their 'little science project' and Eddie being the Master's new lover, they're all ever so busy," she explained.

The science project was new, but the second part of what she'd said was worse enough to distract me. I cringed in horror at the idea of explaining to a teenaged version of the baby how their daddy had an affair with their mommy's ex-lover… that sounded kind of twisted all of a sudden. Though the whole affair was twisted. My life in general at that point was twisted beyond comprehension.

Laughing suddenly, Magenta lit a cigarette. "I'm surprised you're taking this so seriously. Whatever happened to 'cheerful smiling Columbia'?"

"I can't be cheerful. It's not funny anymore…it's not funny at all," I said mournfully.

She rolled her eyes. "You're only so upset because of the mood swings. That's another symptom I quickly noticed."

"Speaking of you knowing everything about all this... didn't you realize that, 'cause Eddie is human, he could get me pregnant?" I asked. "You set up that date. Did you mean for this to happen?"

Magenta sighed dramatically. "I think we were all so glad that the Master had gone on that weekend shopping trip that nobody was really thinking. So it makes far too much sense you forgot. Eddie probably "

We stood there in odd silence for a minute. It bothered me that

"So..." Magenta said. "What're you going to do?"

"Huh?"

"About the sweet, lovely baby that's waiting for the worst possible moment to be born. The child that's going to cause months of nausea, mood-swings, and other unpleasantness. Nine months of not being able to let the Master touch you - he'll hate this news. I don't think you can raise the baby around here, even if the Master neglects to kill you or send you away. You probably can't take care of him or her, either, since you aren't responsible."

"I'm not killing it."

"Is that even possible?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "That's not very polite."

I shrugged. "I think it's possible. Though you're right, I'm only 19. I can't do anything on my own."

"When will you tell Eddie?" she asked.

I took a deep breath. "I have no fucking clue. How old is he, anyway?"

"Er... he's about your age."

Ah, there's one thing in the universe Magenta didn't know! She seems to know everything by default. I suppose it's due to her brooding manner. Some I hadn't ever found something she definitely didn't know until this point. Not that she had any reason to know Eddie's age, it was borderline creepy for her to.

We stood there in silence for a while. Suddenly, we heard a knock at the door. Magenta answered it.

Luckily, it was just Riff Raff looking for his sister. He's always looking for her when he'd got free time. After throwing the cigarette she'd been smoking into a trashcan full of makeup-covered tissues, Magenta left the room with him. With a dramatic sigh I collapsed onto my bed and stared pointlessly at the ceiling. I felt sick again, though I didn't feel like standing up.

That evening I didn't go to dinner.

Magenta said only Eddie seemed suspicious of this. Frank was to busy being dreadfully self-centered and Riffraff was too busy sulking. It's funny, how they're all so wrapped up in their little lives that they can't notice me. The only person who isn't focused on mostly their own mind is Magenta. Everyone's business is also Magenta's business automatically, somehow. Sometimes I feel she's more than merely human. Well, more than alien. Like she's some kind of supernatural entity that sees everything, including stuff normal security cameras can't. Or she's like Big Brother from the unsettling book 1984. That's a dreadful thought, though at least 'Magenta is Watching' is too stupid a tagline to be taken seriously.

"I had to tell him that you're sick. And then I had to tell him that you're to sick to see him!" Magenta told me when she'd returned to the room, holding an apple. "Here's an apple."

"You should've sent him up to see me. I'm mostly fine," I replied cheerfully.

"You're perfectly fine. And that would make matters worse," she replied darkly.

And only moments later we went to bed. Separate beds, of course. She claims the baby kicks her if I snuggle with her. Though

By the next week I'd decided to leave my room. Magenta was tired of making up excuses and I was just plain bored.

Not that anybody actually cared…

Frankie was to busy being his usual selfish self. That meant shouting at everything and ignoring me. He didn't used to ignore me! Now that he ignores me everyone does.

Well, at least Eddie seemed glad that I wasn't 'sick' anymore.

"How are ya, babe?" he asked.

"Okay," I replied.

After that brief exchange, I went back to my room. I collapsed onto my bed and stared at the boring ceiling.

"What are you doing?" Magenta asked.

"Staring at the ceiling in utter boredom," I replied dully.

"Stop it."

I sat up. "Stop what?"

"Being all moody. It's annoying."

Then she left.

A few hours later, she returned with a book.

"Here's some entertainment," she said, handing it to me.

"It looks like something clever people read," I told her sullenly.

She laughed. "Don't be silly. You can read anything you want to."

And then I burst out laughing. "Except for those indecent porn stories you read. Remember, you banned me from borrowing those off your bookshelf."

At that she rolled her eyes. "I didn't want you getting any ideas, my dear little earthling friend. And who are you calling indecent? At least I don't "

"I'm not the one watching everyone! You always swear you don't use those cameras for voyeur, but that's just... I don't know."

She cleared her throat and pointing to the book I held. "Let's read something more family-friendly for now. A Classic, "

Sort of defeated, I nodded in reluctant agreement. Then she sat down beside me on my bed. That bed happens to be nearly too small for one person to sleep in, which is one of it's few positive attributes. I snuggled against her (and she wrapped one of her arms around my shoulder) as she began to read...

"In Styria, we, though by no means magnificent people, inhabit a castle, or schloss. A small income, in that part of the world, goes a great way. Eight or nine hundred a year does wonders. Scantily enough ours would have answered among wealthy people at home. My father is English, and I bear an English name, although I never saw England. But here, in this lonely and primitive place, where everything is so marvelously cheap, I really don't see how ever so much more money would at all materially add to our comforts, or even luxuries. My father was in the Austrian service…"

The first few pages bored me so very much. I quickly fell asleep due to this. The next morning, when I awoke, I realized that Magenta had fallen asleep next to me not soon after I'd faded out of consciousness.

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