Summary: A quick little dialogue between Columbia and Frank. The good doctor doesn't know how to handle her love.

Author's Note/Disclaimer: This is my first (and probably only) Rocky Horror Picture Show fic. Flame or rave, it doesn't matter much to me. I just really wanted to examine the good doctor more as a character, and I think I figured out more about him through this. I do not own RHPS or any of its affiliates. However, I own a Tim Curry doll in drag. Booyah.

THREE SIMPLE WORDS MAKE A MADMAN THINK

"Frankie?"

No answer.

"Frank."

"What?"

No answer.

"Oh, come on. You can't call me like that and not then tell me something."

"You didn't have to snap at me."

"Oh. Fine. Sorry."

"No, you're not."

"Columbia, look, I truly am. Sorry."

No answer.

"Oh, darling, come on now...Don't look at me that way...Look I didn't mean to snap."

"I hate it when you shout at me, like I'm some sort of freak."

"I apologize, darling. Alright? I sincerely apologize."

No answer.

"Alright?"

"Alright."

"Now, what were you saying?"

"What?"

"What were you saying?"

"Oh. That. Well...love yah, Frank."

No answer.

"Frankie."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"...I know, darling."