Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
A/N: Hopefully this chapter isn't to weird/boring/out-of-character...
The next day, we moved to Dr. Scott's house.
God, I was freaked out. This house was pretty normal... by normal people standards. No shadowy corners for Magenta and Riffraff to hide in (Elbow sex! Elbow Sex!), no cameras set up with voyeuristic intention…
And the pastel decor was getting to me.
It wasn't all bad, however.
Dr. Scott seems to like me somehow. For some reason he gave me Eddie's mother's old room. The expression on Eddie's face told me that that's really meaningful.
"I dunno why he gave you her room, babe... but he never even lets anyone in there," Eddie told me.
"Maybe it's part of his weird obsession with his future great-nephew or great-niece," I pointed out.
"Maybe... but I doubt it."
Whatever the reason, everybody seemed very serious about it.
I spent the first few days in that room. The interior decoration seemed blindingly cheerful compared to the castle. Dr. Scott called a medical doctor in as soon as he could manage, which happened to be about a week after I'd begun living there.
The doctor turned out to be a woman in her 40s.
"Everything seems fine," she explained after checking for a heartbeat and everything.
"Good," I replied.
I'd feared that my last night at the castle had caused some sort of problem. All that running around, tap dancing...
"I think you're going to need a few guidelines to keep things that way, though."
"Guidelines?"
"Yes. You can't keep dying your hair, for example. And you've got to eat certain amounts of certain foods. I've got some papers I can give you," she explained.
"Okay."
All Magenta had told me about human pregnancy was that I'd have mood swings and throw up a lot. As I flipped through the papers the doctor had given me I began to worry. Apparently I'd have to go on lots of walks and take vitamins and stop dying my hair...
The only thing Magenta had cared about was keeping me from throwing up on anything belonging to her.
Speaking of Magenta...
Only hours after the doctor left that very person showed up at the door. If Eddie hadn't intervened, she wouldn't have been let in. Dr. Scott seemed highly opposed to her presence. I wasn't really sure why, though.
"I've been thinking about how we never finished reading that book," she explained sitting
"You're right. I never did learn why Carmilla looked just like the old countess Mircalla Karnstein!"
Magenta laughed. "Ooh, it's because-"
"No! Read it to me, don't give it away," I pouted.
"Fine… darling."
Then, she kissed me right on the lips. I thanked any god and/or goddess in existence that Eddie wasn't watching. Since I'd be marrying him in a few weeks that wouldn't be good… and I had a feeling Dr. Scott would freak out.
And then she read the rest of that book.
Quite a few highly painful kicks gave me the impression that my baby also liked when Magenta read. Kinda weird, since Magenta was using her 'sexy voice' to read.
Eddie came in to announce dinner just as she read the last chapter.
"My uncle won't let Maggie eat dinner with us, babe," Eddie told us. .
Magenta flinched at the awful nickname. "I don't care, boy."
Oh dear... she was doing her little 'sod off you stupid earthling' act. That happens quite often around Eddie. I guess she's still not used to his existence. After only six months of me living at the castle she stopped being annoyed at me. Though I half think she just wanted sex with a girl for once. Eddie wasn't of any use to her, and she'd only met him eight or so months ago.
And so, she left.
"What's for dinner?" I asked.
"Dunno. I just think we should hurry up and get downstairs before Uncle Everett gets too pissed off at us," Eddie replied with a shrug.
"Okay."
I then followed Eddie downstairs. The light green wallpaper in the hallway and the blue paint on the dining room walls bothered me. Hopefully I'd get used to normal color schemes soon.
After we'd all sat down at the dinner table, I looked at the food we'd be eating. Before now I hadn't really paid attention.
In front of me was a plate with salmon, mashed potatoes, bread, and an assortment of vegetables. Both Eddie and his uncle were only eating salmon and vegetables.
"Why does she get more food?" Eddie asked.
"Because she is pregnant and vhen a voman is pregnant she eats more. Anyvay, you are very fat and need to eat less," Dr. Scott explained.
Eddie glared at his uncle and I stifled laughter.
"So, vhat did ze doctor say?" Dr. Scott asked, after a moment.
"What do you mean, sir?" I replied.
"Vhat vere zose papers she gave to you?"
"Oh, they were just guidelines. Apparently I'm not allowed to dye my hair anymore and I'm supposed to take vitamins. I can let you read it, if you'd like to, sir."
"Vould you stop calling me 'sir'? Vhy don't you call me 'Uncle Everett', like Eddie does?" he asked, with a pathetic attempt at smiling kindly.
An expression of shock appeared on Eddie's face. "Uncle? Ya really want Columbia to call you that?"
"Vhy not? She'll be my niece-in-lav very soon. Speaking of vhich, ve'd better start planning ze vedding. I vant you to marry her before ze baby is born. And empire vaist dresses vill hide her belly, I think."
"Okay," I replied, unsure why he was being so nice.
From all Eddie had told me, Dr S- I mean, Uncle Everett- was a grumpy old man. Not this polite guy looking out for his nephew and the nephew's strange girlfriend. So far he hadn't been mean at all. The worst he'd done was threaten to call his 'friends in Argentina' who I suspected were fictional.
"Speaking of weddings... can ya let Columbia and I sleep in the same room? It's not like I can get her pregnant again," Eddie said.
"And we wouldn't do much more than kiss, since we wouldn't want to hurt the baby!" I added.
Uncle Everett sighed. "Fine."
After we'd all finished dinner everyone went to their bedrooms.
Somehow, Eddie's room reminded me of both the castle and the bedroom of a stereotypical teenager. Nearly everything painted dark grey... floor was littered with laundry... walls plastered with posters...
His bed was a mess. It looked like it hadn't been properly made ever. One of the blankets was almost completely on the floor.
"Sorry that it's so messy," he muttered.
"I don't really care," I replied, rolling my eyes.
We lay down next to each other. I held his hand against my belly so he could feel the baby kicking. By then I was used to the pain of it.
"That's our kid," he whispered in awe.
"Yes, it is."
Wrapping his arms around me, he kissed me.
"G'night, Columbia," he muttered.
"Goodnight, Eddie."
And so we both fell asleep.
A/N: On a completely unrelated note, a friend of mine saw about half of the movie (out of order!) on YouTube and is currently quite obsessed with a certain Sweet Transvestite. She refers to him as 'Frankie', so I've nicknamed her 'Columbia'. And she almost started calling me 'Magenta' but burst into hysterical laughter at how weird that sounded.
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