Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Show

A/N: Hopefully this isn't out of character. I'm a bit worried about my portrayal of Magenta, especially near the end.

A few hours later they found themselves in Dr. Scott's living room. They'd walked the entire way to the house, annoyingly. Now they all sat down on various pieces of furniture. Nobody really knew what to say for a while.

"Now what?" Magenta asked, finally.

"We need to split up for the night. That means Janet and Brad should go back to their respective homes. Magenta and Columbia can go with them. Tomorrow we can meet here and discuss what to do about things like jobs for those of us who don't already have ones or permanent living arrangements."

"And vill stay here for ze night, Ed?" Dr. Scott asked.

"Yes."

Janet raised an eyebrow. "Ed?"

"I've decide to call myself Edward 'Ed' Opus from now on. For one thing I wish to honor the foolish young man who unwillingly donated his brain for my creation. Anyway, Rocky Horror isn't a very normal name and Ed Opus sounded... suitable due to the nature of my peculiar relationship with Frank," Ed explained.

"Oh, I get it!" Columbia squeaked, after a moment. "Frank is both Mother and Father to you. And you've both married - well, slept with - and killed him. Just like how Oedipus-"

"We all figured that out already," Magenta pointed out.

Ed cleared his throat. "Well, then. Shall we all get going?"

"Who's driving?" Brad asked.

"I will," Janet said.

This surprised Brad quite a bit. Of course, it shouldn't have. Janet was an adult who could very well do a number of things by herself - driving included.

Janet couldn't help but notice an expression of disapproval on her ex-fiancé's face. "What? Only two of us have driver's licenses. And, though I'm female, I'm just as qualified to drive as you are. Anyway, I doubt Dr. Scott wants a flat tire on his car.

Furious, Brad took his glasses off. "The flat tire wasn't my fault! Though I suppose offering to drive everyone home is better than you offering something else..."

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"You ARE a slut."

"Don't you dare even imply such a thing!"

"Guys, please stop fighting! We don't have time for this!" Columbia shrieked.

The ex-couple then calmed down. It was decided that Janet would drive them. Without further ado, they left.

'They' in this case meant Brad, Columbia, Janet, and Magenta.

Nobody spoke as the drove first to Brad's house. Once they'd parked outside it, he and Columbia got out of the car. Janet refused to look either of them in the eye, though Columbia attempted to say goodbye.

Only seconds after they'd driven away again, Magenta struck up conversation with her new roommate. They hadn't had much time alone with each other, and they'd used nearly none of it for actual speaking. That is, conversing.

And Magenta needed to learn as much as possible about Earthling social conventions without looking strange. She knew that Columbia wasn't very conventional and therefore not a good example of normal Earthling culture. Hopefully Janet would be able to help her – alibi unintentionally.

"So. Janet. We'll be living together now, won't we?" Magenta said.

"Yes, I suppose so. And we should probably get to know each other," Janet agreed.

"We already have gotten to know each other," the redhead replied, meaning it more euphemistically.

Janet blushed terribly once she'd figured out the double meaning. That really wasn't what she'd meant at all. That was… something.

And so, neither of them spoke for the rest of drive. That was merely because they didn't really know what to say.

Finally, they made it to the building Janet lived in. It was separated into three different apartments. One was inhabited by a couple not much older than Janet and their daughter Dori; anther by an elderly Russian lady and her three cats; and the third by just Janet. Somehow she often ended up babysitting Dori. This wasn't so bad, since Dori was about eight and didn't need too much caring for. And it got her a bit of extra money.

After parking the car and getting out of it, Janet quickly led Magenta to her apartment. By then it was only about nine in the evening. So at least they didn't look suspicious in any way. Soon enough they sat in the kitchen, though none of them really wanted to eat dinner.

"So… you'll be living here for a while, right?" Janet asked, though she knew the answer.

"Presumably. I haven't got anywhere to go or any way to contact my home planet. Even if I could contact my planet, they'd probably start asking about the bloodstained stage and everything. That would be a simple was to lessen my life expectancy, obviously. And I'm surprisingly un-suicidal, despite the dismal circumstances."

Janet really didn't know how to reply to all that. Clearly Magenta wasn't in a very good mood.

"Um, I know it's not really that late… but I think I'm going to go to bed now. You can cook dinner for yourself if you must," Janet said quietly.

This was perfectly true.

"I'm also very tired and really don't feel like staying up any later. And I don't care if you only have one bed. I'd rather sleep in a bed with someone else than on the floor or something."

Even by then Janet hadn't expected such a response. It was so weird yet so truthful. Magenta seemed like a very honest person to Janet. So honest, in fact, that she'd end up being rather rude. Maybe it was an alien thing.

Though Magenta happened to a bit shorter than Janet she still managed to fit into pajamas owned by Janet.

"We can go back to the castle and retrieve some of your old clothes later, I think," Janet said thoughtfully.

Magenta didn't reply. She was too tired.

Soon, they both fell asleep.

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