Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
A/N: A Christmas chapter written on Valentine's Day! Though it's not like I've actually got anyone to celebrate Valentine's day with...
The next day Eddie wasn't talking to me. It was also Christmas.
Somehow we managed to get all the way to lunch without exchanging a single word. Of course, Uncle Everett helped us by acting as the occasional messenger. The whole thing was rather silly.
Near two in the afternoon, Uncle Everett cornered me in the study. Something about a wheelchair-bound, German speaking, 67-year-old man with a determined expression in his beady eyes is… scary.
"You need to stop vith zis nonsense. Eddie is angry for vhat you did, und rightfully so. But all zis ignoring is making everzing vorse!"
"What should I do, then?" I asked, very annoyed.
"Apologize to him. He vill still be angry, but at least he vill be less angry. Und never do zat again. Maybe it vas vrong for Riffraff to take zose pictures, but at least Eddie knows vhat you've done. You'd better not do zat again."
I nodded solemnly.
Juts as he began to wheel himself away, he turned around and gave me a Look. "Remember zat I gave you his mozer's room vhen you first showed up."
"I remember," I replied with a sigh.
He then wheeled away, leaving me standing beside a bookshelf. Full of classic books… like the ones I read with Magenta.
"I'll always remember."
What would I remember? Magenta and I reading plays together or the fact that Eddie's Uncle had trusted me so deeply when we'd just met. And now he didn't really trust me.
I needed to choose.
The crazy party girl I used to be and the responsible mother/wife I needed to be weren't the same person. Flickering between the two was hurting me. It was hurting everyone around me, too…
A shiver ran down my spine when I realized that Rosaline might end up seeing Betty Munroe as her mother. I'd been so busy wasting my time on madness that I'd probably missed my own daughter's first words!
I needed to be Mrs. Scott now. No more nonsense.
If Eddie could go from a cheap punk to a respectable stockbroker with relative ease, I could (in theory) go from party girl to average housewife.
But I would need everyone's help. Eddie, Uncle Everett, Betty, Brad, Janet… but not Magenta or any other Transylvanian. No, they were the problem.
My best friend/lover/confidante was the problem. Ha! Somehow I hadn't gotten addicted to the drugs or the alcohol. No, I'd gotten addicted to Magenta and her decadent lifestyle.
I wandered to the first floor bathroom and then stared at myself in the mirror that hung above the sink. Though my eyebrows had grown back, my hair was still bright pink. I needed to dye it back to its natural light brown.
But I couldn't do any of this alone.
Where was Eddie?
"Eddie? Darling?" I called as I wandered back into the hallway.
"He's in ze living room," Uncle Everett explained.
This startled me. I hadn't noticed him sitting right beside until he'd spoken!
The annoying thing about Uncle Everett being in a wheelchair is that he can easily sneak up on you. I'm slightly taller than average for a girl, so it's even worse for me. The only way I'd always see him is if I stare at the floor wherever I go.
"I must talk to Eddie," I said, half to myself.
"Zat's right!"
So I followed the old professor to the living room. Indeed, my husband sat there on the couch. He appeared to be reading one of the books from the library's many shelves.
After he set it down I realized that it was A Tale of Two Cities.
"Why can't you be like Miss Manette?" he asked, much to my confusion.
"What?"
"Never mind. My uncle said you wish to speak to me. If I may be so bold… what did you wish to speak about?"
Uncle Everett set this up, didn't he? Though I was quite annoyed, I held my tongue. That didn't matter now.
"I'm addicted to the decadent lifestyle of Magenta and the other Transylvanians. I need you to help me stay away from her. I need all the help I can get… from you, Brad, Janet, Betty, and any other sane earthling. Please, Eddie!"
Noting the desperation in my voice, he stood up and walked towards where I stood.
"I promise, my dear, that I'll do anything to help you stay away from that fiendish woman."
Now crying slightly, I leaned against his shoulder. He put his arms around me and gave me an innocent kiss on the forehead.
Our sweet moment was ruined by Uncle Everett clearing his throat.
"Zat's very cute und everyzing, but it's Christmas. Ve have to open our presents und eat dinner. The clock vill strike four in only a few minutes."
We'd planned to eat dinner at about 5 o'clock. That meant we needed to cook dinner as soon as possible.
Somehow we managed to be the happily married couple again. I knew all the nonsense with Magenta wasn't over yet, but right then things were perfect.
For the rest of Christmas day, the world was right. Everyone liked his or her presents; Rosaline made some sort of mumbled sound that probably meant 'mommy'; and Eddie didn't seem so annoyed at me anymore.
Tomorrow we'd deal with all the craziness. Like Bob Cratchit, we all deserved a day off.
A/N: In case anyone was wondering, Bob Cratchit is the guy from A Christmas Carol who has the crippled son ('Tiny Tim'). He is an overworked, underpaid clerk working for Scrooge.
Please Review!