Still two minds about this epilogue, but I feel like this version is true to the movie and the story so far. Maybe one day I'll upload an alternate ending if there's interest and I'm in the mood ;) My heartfelt thanks you everyone who has read this, put it on alert or written reviews for this little story! I have another planned (ok, half written…) about one or more 'missing scenes' in the movie, so if you enjoyed this, check back if you're interested! All of the characters, setting, storyline belongs to the true Master, Richard O'Brien and noone else.

Epilogue

Janet awoke with a start from the noise of howling dogs outside. A blanket was tucked around her carelessly, leaving the cold seeping into her bones, covering her naked skin in goose bumps. Her eyes heavy and her bones tired, she realized slowly that she was alone in the old dusty bed, stale cigarette smoke in the air her only companion.

Even more slowly, memories of the events came creeping back into her consciousness. Frank was gone, left her to wake up alone. She felt sad and relieved at the same time, wondering what had come over her, wondering how her life would continue after those mind blowing experiences… She rolled over and buried her face into his pillow, searching for this magical scent of his, but all that was left were the slightly dirty smell of old bed lines and the ashy tang of nicotine. Was it all a dream? But the tenderness in her lower regions and the sticky feeling of her thighs was answer enough. No, it had really happened … Frank had uncovered her subconscious desires, her most hidden, repressed feelings, had shown her how much more there was to life than just plain existence... She was a full woman now and had given him what she had been guarding for so long, had given herself over completely to a stranger.

A nagging thought rose to the surface of her consciousness, something she had pushed away a few hours earlier, shutting out of her thoughts, ignoring completely… she had had sex with Frank… without any precautions. Suddenly wide awake, images flashed before her eyes, her careless deeds with their host, the incredible heights, his devil eyes, his careless remarks, teasing, embarrassing her, luring her beyond any of her limits, making her do things… she had let him make love to her… no, she had corrected herself mentally… love hadn't any part of the equation. Lust, yes, desire for her and her innocence, new, alluring emotions she hadn't encountered before and she had given in so carelessly, had let him finish… Panic started to bubble up, panic about the consequences, icy fear gripping her inside, squeezing her lungs until she had to grasp for air. What had she done? What if she had a baby, what would she tell Brad? …Brad! Panic mixed with guilt now, leaving her feeling as if someone had punched her stomach… making her almost physically sick. How on earth could she have done this to Brad? Her darling Brad, going down on one knee and presenting her with a beautiful ring not hours ago… and this was how she thanked him? She had betrayed him in the meanest, most vicious way possible.

Brad who was the comforting, strong presence in her life.

Brad, her constant support and reassurance.

Brad who would never ever cheat on her like she did.

She wanted to cry, wanted to relieve that tension and crumbled, longing for the comfort and protection of his arms. But no tears rolled down her cheeks, panic and realization blocking any other emotions and leaving her so weak that she clenched the dirty blanket to her naked form and thought frantically about what she could do now. She had to do something! She just had to… she had to find Brad! She had to see him, make sure that he was ok and that truly nothing happened to him… she had talk to him… she needed to find a way out of this chaos.

But first, she needed to make herself presentable and clean up. Janet threw away the blanket to get out of bed. She could hardly face her finance with trances of another man running down her legs. Shame made her hurry faster to the old basin, grabbing the nearest rag not even caring how dirty it was this time. Brad would be so disappointed… crushed by her betrayal, by her careless treatment of his feelings. She was angry with herself, furious for being so mindless. She had behaved like a loose woman! Just what had come over her? But the question was rather than who… While she washed herself as best as she could, she remembered the man in question, remembered how he had touched her, how he had made her feel…. so incredible… had woken a side of her that was hidden for so many years, had given her something she didn't know whether she could go on living without. She was ashamed of betraying Brad and deceiving his emotions, but should she feel ashamed of how much she enjoyed what Frank had shown her? Did she regret it? … Could she? Her last conscious thoughts before passing out over his chest where that she wanted to try again, she wanted that feeling again, to fly again…

No… she dressed herself quickly to get any lingering thoughts of Frank out of her treacherous head. She would experience all that again, all in due time. Brad and her would be ok, somehow it would all work out… if he still wanted her. Hopefully, she hadn't ruined everything between them with her deeds. She looked for the pink robe the girl had tossed her, but couldn't find it in the dim light and gave up. For now, she just needed to find Brad and reassure herself of his feelings for her and him of her feelings and the rest would follow somehow.

When she opened the door carefully to avoid its creaking and glanced back at the bed with the rumpled sheets, she vowed to herself. She'd do anything to make things right between them again. From now on, she would be the perfect finance for Brad… Something like that would never ever happen again.

**Fin**

So this is it… my first ever fanfiction completed. Please let me know what you liked and what you didn't… here's your chance to tell me without sugarcoating what needs to be improved ;)