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A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated practically anything in a while. Real Life has been stupid lately. They tried out a new medication on me and it caused a bunch of annoying mental side effects. So I wasn't really able to write anything good (I know some of my recent stories have been awful). Now that I'm not on that medicine anymore I'm able to focus on writing/reading/everything.

Hopefully people are still reading this...

Janet collapsed onto the bed of a certain redhead in her room. Still numb from shock, she sought out comfort from the now-familiar scent of Magenta's perfume. That woman somehow smelled of both the most sensual lust and slightly sarcastic sympathy.

After Janet had lay there for a while with the sheets wrapped around her, she suddenly heard a certain redhead knocking at the door.

"Vhat are you doing in my bed?" Magenta asked.

At the sound of that blunt statement Janet blushed. "I just was upset and, um..."

Rolling her eyes, Magenta interrupted the other woman. "You vant me so much zat my bed comforts you more than the arms of Brad - a naive boy, as we both know."

Janet's face turned even redder. Now she couldn't bring herself to speak. Of course, that didn't matter. By then the lovely redhead lounged on the bed next to Janet.

Smiling impishly, Magenta kissed Janet softly on the cheek. Those soft lips soon made their way to Janet's neck. It took a lot of self control to keep from purring in delight. Janet hadn't ever felt like this before. This was... more intense than what Frank had done. All the better for forgetting her troubles. Much better than the drugs she'd found in the Zen Room, in fact.

Though she knew that Magenta only did this because she hadn't been able to screw Riff, Janet couldn't help but give herself over to pleasure...

Meanwhile, Brad was comforting poor Columbia in a much more platonic manner.

Softly telling her that 'it would be okay', he managed to move her away from Frank's cadaver and into another room. One of the many empty guest rooms, to be exact. He carefully set her down on the bed and smiled reassuringly at her.

"I'm here, there's nothing to worry about," he told her firmly.

Her hysterical sobbing soon lessened. The fact that Brad sat next to her and held her shaking hands probably helped.

"We're going to get away from this place and everything will be safer. Nobody will hurt you again. The worst is over, Laura, and thing will only get better from now on."

"P-p-promise," she stuttered.

"I promise," he told her softly.

Then he carefully slipped Janet's ring onto Columbia's finger. By then the girl was so tired she hardly noticed. In fact, she soon fell asleep.

The poor thing looked much younger and more innocent in that vulnerable state. Brad kept holding her hand, as if such a gesture could help keep her safe. At least the worse was now over with. Though the disturbing sight of Frank lying dead and bleeding on the floor would haunt them all forever, at least that'd be the worst if it.

Brad smiled to himself as he too fell asleep. After all that madness he was very tired. So tired that he might've fallen asleep even if he were standing up (instead of sitting in a chair next to the bed).

Rocky Horror and Dr. Scott still stood in the theater. Neither spoke for a while.

"Will you be able to get me a job at that... school you teach at?" Rocky asked. "I'm far more qualified than I look."

At such a bold statement, Dr. Scott chuckled nervously. "Vell, I'll have to fake a few things. Of course, vith my government job zat shouldn't be too hard. As of now you don't have any IDs or paperwork of any kind, you see. Zat might take a vhile."

"When you do get around to all that, please change my name to something more normal," Rocky replied with a sigh.

"Like vhat?"

"How about Edward 'Ed' Opus?" Rocky said thoughtfully.

By dinnertime, Mr. Horror decided that they all needed to figure out the next step. They needed to actually leave the castle. So, he called the others to the library for another meeting…

Once they'd all gotten there they stood there in silence for a while. Nobody really knew what to say at that point.

Columbia didn't really have the energy to think. And she really didn't want to think - at least about what'd they'd done to poor Frankie. So she stood there staring at the floor and avoiding looking the others in the eye. She was so nervous that she still hadn't noticed the ring now on her finger.

Brad was rather annoyed when he realized that Magenta and Janet clearly wore different clothes than earlier. Not to mention the fact that they'd clearly gotten dressed in a hurry. This wasn't right, in his opinion. Yes, he'd broken up with Janet. But that was hardly a day ago. She'd moved on so quickly! Being the fool he was, Being the fool he was, Brad didn't really think about how he'd basically proposed to Columbia only hours ago.

Janet, of course, couldn't help but focus on the familiar ring Columbia now wore. Had Brad gotten over her so fast? What had happened with Mags didn't count. A bit of messing around was nothing compared to proposing marriage… right?

Magenta kept worrying about the fact that what she'd done might be considered dishonoring her late brother's memory. Oh, the foolishly prudish customs really had rubbed off on her! It's not as if she was in any sort of relationship with that silly earthling Janet.

"Friends, Americans, aliens. It's time to leave," Mr. Horror proclaimed, after quite a while.

Everyone just stared at him. So much had happened over the last few days. The world outside the castle seemed so… foreign.

Clearing his throat, Mr. Horror went on. "Dr. Scott has agreed to let us first meet at his house. I believe all of you are dressed suitably enough to blend in as we leave. Now, we'll have to walk until we can find someone willing to let us ride in his or her car. 'Hitchhiking' it's called. Of course, we might have to walk all the way anyway since not many cars drive near here. But I'm sure we'll manage. Does everyone understand?"

The others nodded or mumbled some form of 'yes'.

"Right, then. Let's go."

A/N: Rocky Horror's new name is very symbolic. If you think about it Frank is the closest thing to a mother or father that Rocky Horror ever had. Ew. That's creepy. Now, who else slept with one parent and killed the other? (Hint: he's the title king of an Ancient Greek play)

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