Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
A/N: I've 'plotted' the entire ending for this story. Hopefully, we'll end up with about four more chapters. And, maybe, a sequel-hook/epilogue of some kind.
As I typed this, I watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show on my computer. Come to think of it, I've watched that movie (on my computer) twice in the last 12 hours...
A few days later I was better.
We'd sent Rosaline to stay with 'Auntie' Betty until I was 'being more responsible'. Both my husband and his uncle had jobs and couldn't look after her. And I'd spent my time doing nothing.
Once I'd gone back to normal, I spent most of the time in the house looking after Rosaline. Or going to the shops with Rosaline in a stroller. Or eat luncheon (that's middle-class snob for 'light lunch') with Janet's ditzy friends.
Taking care of a baby really isn't that fun. Before, all I lived for was fun. Now I have responsibilities. I didn't like it.
But life went on.
Magenta came over for dinner sometimes. Eddie's uncle had decided that she wasn't allowed to be around when just I was home. That annoyed the hell out of me. I couldn't talk to her alone or anything.
This made me feel like a child. I'm 19, not 9!
After summer and autumn went by I gave up. I sent 6-month-old Rosaline to stay with 'Auntie Betty and 'cousin' Ralph jr. for the afternoon that day. Now it was November again. November, like the evening I met Janet.
After wrapping myself up in a coat, I got my bicycle out of the garage and went down the road to the castle. Yes, a bicycle. But that's not the worst of it.
My 'James Dean wannabe' husband now works as a stockbroker whilst trying to get a bachelor's degree in business. We live in the house of a well-respected ex-Nazi professor. I get dragged to matinee performances of Noël Coward plays every few weekends.
What the hell has happened to my life?
At least Magenta and Riffraff still live at the castle down the road. For some reason they still haven't left Earth. I have a feeling that killing Frankie was a very illegal thing to do, even though he was a loathsome hedonist.
Anyway…
I soon got to the castle. By then the sun was already beginning to set. After setting the bicycle on the ground I walked up to the door and began to punch it half to death. I was so angry at the whole bloody universe that I didn't care if I dented it.
Can doors even be dented, anyway?
Soon enough, Magenta answered it. As usual, she wore dark-colored clothes and quite a bit of makeup. Ah, what a lovely sight. She never dressed like that when invited over for dinner!
She sighed in annoyance the very moment she saw me. "What are you doing here, Columbia?"
"Looking for you. Can't I come in?"
Rolling her eyes, she ushered me into the library. Things seemed quite a bit more organized than before.
We sat down, next to each other, on the couch.
"How has life been, Magenta?" I asked.
"Hmm?"
"Tell me all the things you can't say in front of Dr. Scott and Eddie."
She laughed that wonderful laugh of hers. "That means nearly everything, doesn't it? Ha! Well, we've received news from an ally of ours back on Transsexual. Apparently Frank N. Furter was wanted for some dreadful crime and we'll be heroes if news gets out that we killed the bastard. Also, Janet has visited a few times. Apparently she really likes me now. It's funny having her around. Though, technically speaking, she's merely a plaything of sorts. You actually mattered."
"Really?"
She nodded, smiling. We sat there in a not-too-unpleasant silence for a moment. Then, Magenta spoke again.
"Oh! I'd nearly forgotten Riffraff and I are thinking about having a child sometime soon."
"WHAT?"
"Probably not until we go back home, though. I'm still planning on having at least a few more months of fun with Janet the fuck-buddy…" she smiled sweetly "…among other people."
Judging by the look on her face she really missed me…
Or she just wanted a girl who wasn't as annoying as Janet.
Not that I really cared.
And we fell into each other's arms and properly screwed for the first time in ages. By the end she'd needed to reapply her lipstick and I needed to clean her lipstick off bits of e that shall not be named.
That sounds revolting, when you think about it…
Later, she helped me dye my hair back to that bright pink color it used to be. At least I still wore it cut short. Some of the glittery clothes I used to wear were still at the castle. They still fit me, too. After my hair was no longer dripping with dye I tried
"You look like your old self now," she said with a laughing.
"I feel like my old self," I replied, grinning somewhat madly at my reflection.
Though I wanted to stay at her house for the night, she forced me to go home. Probably fro the best, I suppose. At least she let me shower and change back into my 'boring normal people' clothes.
Luckily, Eddie doesn't usually get home from work until seven in the evening.
The moment I got back to the house, I phoned Betty and told her to bring Rosaline back to my house. I also invited her for tea. To my surprise, she accepted that invitation.
"Oh my… whatever happened to your hair?" Betty said when she saw me, her eyes widened in shock.
"I dyed it pink again. It used to be this color all the time," I replied with a shrug.
"Oh."
As I cradled a wailing Rosaline, Betty poured the tea into two cute little ceramic teacups. I'd brewed it and set a plate of biscuits on the living room table before she'd gotten here.
"So, where were you?" she asked.
"Getting my hair done." Well, that's mostly true...
Betty chuckled nervously. "Well it looks, um, different now."
A very awkward silence ensued. It was only broken by Rosaline crying again. Babies do that a lot, I suppose.
After convincing Betty to change Rosaline's diaper, we chatted for little while. Then she had to go home.
"Ralph will be home soon. As will Eddie, I suppose," she called over her shoulder as she left.
"Goodbye," I muttered.
Indeed, my husband did get home soon. The first thing he did when he walked in the door was curse under is breath and ask me what I had done to my hair.
"I dyed it. It used to look like this, remember?"
"I remember, dear. It's just that I thought you'd stopped with all that nonsense about the castle. That's the past now."
I pouted. "Everything is the past now!"
"Not everything. But we've got to raise Rosaline in a safe environment. A child's parent shouldn't run off on crazy little adventures every Saturday evening."
Oh my god… he'd figured it out. Or so I believed at first. The next thing he said made me realize that he hadn't.
"My father left when I was ten. Ran off with a mistress of his. Half the reason I was such a badly behaved teenager was that him just disappearing out of nowhere. And when my mother died only six years later…"
He looked on the verge of tears. Now I really felt selfish.
Later, when Dr. Scott got home, we had dinner. Perfectly ordinary dinner.
Later I put on perfectly ordinary pajama pants and a perfectly ordinary pajama shirt. And then I went to the room I shared with Eddie. It was his mother's old room, converted into a perfectly ordinary bedroom in which a perfectly ordinary couple could sleep.
Just before bed I was about to take my medicine… when I realized something.
What better way to rebel than to stop taking my meds? Anyway, I didn't take meds for most of my life and I'm a perfectly sane person.
I didn't care anymore.
I wanted to be the fun rebel I used to be.
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