Disclaimer: Richard O'Brien owns Rocky Horror. This fanfic as well as the character of Harvey Jones was written by me for fun.

Ah, Transsexual, Transylvania. Home, sweet home as the old Earthling saying goes.

But, I digress. Perhaps I'm getting too far ahead of myself, aren't I?

You see, this story of which you are reading right now takes place after the infamous Denton Affairs. A few years after, I suppose would be a more accurate statement. I wasn't there personally, but I am aware of its events and the unfortunate conclusions that came about as well.

Oh, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My apologies. My name is Dr. Harvey Jones. And, no, I'm not the same kind of "doctor" that Frank N. Furter is...or rather, was. I'm a medical doctor, he's a mad scientist. There's a difference...if only a slight one.

Where was I? Ah, yes. The story you probably wish to get back to. Well, you see, faithful reader, it all started back home on the planet Transsexual. The castle-like ship had just landed on the shores of one of its more splendid beaches. The kind you go on Saturday night and...Oh, sorry, I suppose I was rambling again. Just to forewarn all, I do have a habit of rambling from time to time. Don't worry, I'll get back to the story right away.

Anyway, the ship had landed and it wasn't long before the Queen had sent her most elite guards to investigate. Needless to say, the whole scene was not that of happy flowers and bonnets...or whatever those cute Earth creatures with the long ears are called.

Long story short, her royal highness was furious about the whole thing. I should know. I was there for the trial. I won't go into detail. Despite the circumstances, it was quite long and boring. Jury duty is murder, even for us who live on other planets.

To cut to the chase, Riff Raff and Magenta, the two servants who were sent with Dr. Furter to aid him on his mission, were sentenced to 50 years of...well, let's just say neither of them were allowed to be within 100 feet of each other or anyone for that matter. I suppose it's the Transylvanian equivalent of losing your arms or legs. No fun at all. To be fair, though, their punishment could've been more severe if it weren't for the fact that they shot Frank due to the latter's lack of sanity.

As for the one called "Rocky". Shame, really. Poor thing never got a chance to live out his life. At least he had a proper burial. As did that Columbia Earthling.

Ah, and then there was Frank. Oh, this was the best part of the whole trial. You see, ol' Frankie is the Queen's only son. And, well, upon learning that her son had lost his mind and had forced not only his creation, but two innocent Earthlings and one somewhat unbalanced Earthling to do a floor show as well as other crimes, her blood was boiling.

Ok, yes, she was grateful that Furter hadn't died of that anti-matter gun but was merely knocked into a coma. The general public was somewhat relieved of that. I'm sure I can safely say for all of us that we didn't want any more funerals in one day.

That's not to say that any of us liked him, however. Oh, sure, he had a large group of followers. But that's only because of his wealth and status. Even amongst us Transylvanians, he was a bit too eccentric and egotistical. A spoiled brat, if you will.

I must admit, at this moment, that I was afraid that the Queen would play favorites and not punish her son for his deeds. However, to my relief, she did the exact opposite. The Queen had vowed to her people that she would be fair in all judgement, and this trial was no exception.

Prince Frank's punishment, you ask? Simple. To live out the rest of his days in exile on the planet Earth. The Queen even warned him that, if he were to try and return to Transsexual, that he'd be shot and killed on sight.

To be honest, I nearly laughed when he cringed upon being called "Francis", a name he had told the paparazzi that he hated being referred to as well as him begging his "Mommy" not to send him away. Seeing the over-confident and egotistical Frank N. Furter crying like some over-grown child and throwing a fit large enough to cause two guards to forcefully drag him away was a beautiful sight indeed.

Unfortunately, I was to go with him as well. To be fair, Earth doesn't have very many Transylvanian doctors. However, that's not to say I was looking forward to the trip.

However, that part of the story will have to wait for another time.

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