Hey folks:) This my first Bughead Fanfiction. I really hope you like it. Please leave me your thoughts.

warnings: This Story will include descriptions of gang violence and self harm

Sometimes the wrong side of the track can be the right one

It happened on a stormy night

The Whyte wyrm was unbelievably well visited tonight. Maybe it was because of the great storm which seemed to be coming up, or maybe it was simply because of the new alcohol delivery tonight. Pick your poison: Gin, Whiskey, Guiness. The Serpents had everything your heart desired. It was nearly 04:00 AM. Jughead thought that he would have to close the bar earlier.

He'd worked with Sweet Pea behind the bar today. It had rained and thundered like the world would end all day. "We're closing now!" He whispered to Sweet Pea, who nodded in response. "Have fun cutting these drunken bastards off, Boss." Sweet Pea smirked. Jughead chuckled in response.

" Alright folks. It's time to head back home and warm up the beds of your lonely wives again. We're closing now." Jughead shouted through the crowd of customers.

"I want another drink, you Irish son of a bitch! My wife's as dry as your best Gin here, anyway." The old American man complained.

Jughead's eyes darkened immediately with rage. In one quick motion, he leaned over the counter, grabbed the drunken man by his collar and hissed dangerously: " I think you might've have forgotten who you're talking to. Without me you wouldn't even be fucking drinking. Now you listen to me carefully man. You get your American Northsider ass out of here or I am gonna teach you some respect. Am I clear?" The expression on Jughead's face didn't allow room for discussion.

The customer gulped.

"Am I clear?!" He repeated himself. His eyes spoke a silent thread.

The man's forehead started to sweat and he nodded, clearly afraid.

"Say it!" Jughead demanded.

"Y-Y-Yes." The old man stuttered.

Jughead let go off him straight away. "Now get your ass out off my bar!" He yelled again.

The scared man stood up and flew out of the bar. The other visitors stayed silent and glanced in Jughead's direction. "Any others who are not aware of my position here?" Jughead looked around the crowd as they remained silent. "Thought so." He commented. "Drinking time is over."

As all the visitors left the Whyte Wyrm, Sweet Pea cleaned it all up. Jughead sighed; it was definitely time for a smoke. When he got outside and wanted to lit his cigarette, he stopped right in his tracks. He blinked once, twice, in case he was hallucinating. In front of him laid a woman.

Betty didn't know how long she'd been walking upon the streets. She'd lost track of the time. All she knew was that her whole body was aching, although the bleeding of the wounds had stopped. Her body felt sore, but inside she felt numb. She didn't even feel the bone chilling cold of the pouring rain on her skin. She just wanted to forget... wanted to escape the world she was trapped in... wanted to forget the excruciating memories of her violent fiance. Beating her up. At least this time she'd been able to escape. In a moment of self defense she'd broken a vase on his head, left him unconscious and ran. She ran until her lungs throbbed and the air felt like knives. She just wanted to rest. To sleep. To escape from this suffocating pain and sorrow which consumed her all over and over again. She hadn't even realized how she'd sat down against a wall until a soothing darkness overcame her and the pain was finally over.

"Jesus Holy Christ!" He cursed, ran over to her and bent down, to check if she was still alive. When he felt a pulse he sighed in relief "Thank god..." He checked her body for injuries. As far as he could tell there were only a few scratches and bruises.

He doubted that she had broken something. Couldn't have gotten that far with a broken bone. Because she didn't look like a woman from the Southside. She looked like a wealthy woman—a northsider. Her long, jade colored dress seemed fancy and her blonde curly hair was fixed in an updo with a silver hair comb. But he didn't have the time to observe her any longer: he had to get her inside now or she would freeze to death. He gently slid his arms under her and carried her inside.

"Sweat Pea! I need warm water, towels and some of the strongest booze upstairs!" He shouted.

"What the hell?!"

"Don't stand there cursing! Just hurry up or we might loose her" He said impatiently.

"Coming right up Boss! I'll get it all ready and bring it to your room." Sweet Pea said. "Thanks bud!" Jughead answered and rushed upstairs.

He gently laid her down onto his bed and examined her again. He softly brushed some wet locks out of her face. Her skin was cold as ice. He had to put her out of her wet clothes or she'd die.

Suddenly the door opened and Sweet Pea came in with everything he'd been asked for. "Here you go, Jughead. I am downstairs if you need anything." Jughead only nodded in response.

When the door closed, he began to undress her. "Who are you, you beautiful stranger, and why did you get lost on the wrong side of the tracks? But more importantly... what kind of bastard did this to you?" He whispered softly as he pulled her dress down. Now she was only in her bodice and petticoats.

He stopped for a second.

Both garments were wet. He ought to undress her completely, it was the logical thing to do. But something within him told him to ignore this voice of reason. He thought it over. She'll be scared enough as it is, waking up in a stranger's bed. This had to be enough. He couldn't undress her completely. But as he washed her gently and took care of her scratches an idea plopped up in his head: she needed body heat. He laid himself beside her and wrapped her in his arms as closely as he could, ignoring that his clothes would get soaked as well. He pet her cheek absentmindedly, and then, looking up at her unconscious appearance, he whispered: "You have to do something for me, m'lass... you have to stay alive and open your eyes for me... okay?" Then, noticing that he'd gotten lost in thought, he covered them both with the warm blanket.

When he looked up again, her eyes were open.

Saphire blue collided with emerald green.

He knew nothing about her... but he knew he was lost.