The Rocky Horror Picture Show

A Father's Love

Frank had his robe and face cream on when Fran knocked on his bedroom door.

"Who is it?"

"Fran."

"Oh darling come in!"

Fran walked in.

"Woah Dad, your facial cream always scares the living crap out of me."

He chuckled.

"Let me wipe it off."

Frank got behind his folding divider and got ready as Fran started to sing.

"Remember when we used to paint each others nails?"

"Oh I miss those times!" Frank sang too.

"And remember when we used to give each other makeovers?"

"Oh I miss those times! But you're growing up my baby girl."

Frank walked out in his robe but without the cream.

"But we can still do these things."

"You know why that is?"

"A father's love," they both sang in unison.

"Remember when we used to play dress up?" Frank sang.

"Oh I miss those times," Fran sang.

"Remember when we used to play with your Barbie dolls?"

"Oh I miss those times! You were willing to play with me no matter how childish they were."

"You know why that is?"

"A father's love," they sang.

"When you were first born out of that incubator, I was teary," Frank sang.

"As a newborn I was teary too, meeting my father, my loving father!"

Frank stroked her cheek.

"After twelve years I'm still teary!"

"You know why that is?"

"A. Father's. Love."

The song was over.

(A/N: My own idea of a father daughter duet. Don't judge me. :))

Frank chuckled.

"Darling, come here.

He gave her a big hug.

"When this is over, we'll play together just like old times."

"Yay."

"I love you baby."

"Daddy? I was jealous when you were all over Rocky."

"Oh darling, it's normal for a sibling to be jealous of a new arrival."

"He's not my brother."

"Yes he is, out of love and care."

"Ok. Can I be in the floor show? Just as a back up singer and dancer with the rest."

"Of course you can darling."