Hi! So after my heart broke after 2x21 (I know he's still alive, but still), I decided to make this because I couldn't sleep. Betty deals with Jughead's injuries, she's forced to go home and sleep. She has a pretty intense dream. Season 2 spoiler alert.
"FP, I'm fine, I do not need to go home." She demanded, gluing her bottom to the hospital seat in the waiting room. Her poncho was dirty, and her face was covered in sweat, dirt, and tears. "I'm not leaving him."
FP sighed. Cheryl looked at her cousin from across the room. She was sitting with Toni, who was also waiting for Jughead. Cheryl couldn't fathom what the Cooper girl was feeling right now. She got up, surprising Toni, and walked to Betty.
"Dear cousin, I know this is hard for you, but you must get some rest." She said, softly. Betty knew she was right, but she was still planted down. "After Jason…. I couldn't sleep for weeks. It killed me."
"But you knew Jason was dead." Betty replied, coldly. Cheryl was taken aback. "I'm sorry… I know that was rude. But… I just- I just can't right now." Betty started crying, breaking eye contact with Cheryl and FP.
"Cheryl, I got this. Thank you for trying to help." FP said. Cheryl smiled at him and rubbed Betty's arm. She then sat back down with Toni. "Listen, Betty." FP sat down beside her. He was in bad shape, almost worse than Betty. His jacket covered in Jughead's blood. His eyes full of tears.
"I'm listening." She slumped down and dipped her head in her lap, still crying.
"If you don't sleep, eat, or take care of yourself, you're going to be in worse shape than my boy in there." He nodded to the ICU. Nurses were rushing in and out of the room, many tools, extra clothes, and different kinds of medicine were going in there. Betty looked at him. Their eyes had the same devastated, broken look in them. "Wouldn't he want you to go home?" FP whispered. Betty nodded, shed a few tears, and got up. She picked up her phone. Her legs were a bit wobbly and her head was throbbing. FP grabbed her arm gently and they went to his car.
The car ride to Betty's house was silent. That night both of them had lost everything. It took about 20 minutes, and the only thing that was noise was the jacked up car FP had. They had made it to Betty's house. She hesitated, they both hesitated before they did anything.
"Thank you, Mr. Jones." She said, very quietly. Her hands were in her lap, and she sat still. FP looked in the backseat of the car. His hands searched around until he felt something very soft. He held Jughead's famous beanie in his hands, caressing his thumb over it. He held it in his lap for a minute or two. Both of them were drinking in the silence and memories.
"Here. He left it at the house. You deserve to have it" FP handed her the beanie. She smiled, the first facial expression she had done in hours. Instantly she put it on her head, adjusting it. She felt closer to him, and it was so, so soft. She realized why he wore it all the time. It brought comfort.
"Thank you, Mr. Jones." She said brightly. He nodded. He smiled back.
"It suits you." He replied. "He would love to see you wearing that." She nodded back.
He stopped the car. Then they both unbuckled themselves, and he walked her up to he door. FP knocked on it, and Alice in a robe opened it.
"Well tonight has been a night, hasn't it? Hello, FP." She rubbed her neck and sighed.
"Hey to you too, Alice. Um.. There has been an accident." Alice stopped and her blood ran cold. She then looked at her daughter, who was wearing that serpent boy's beanie on her head. Jughead's beanie. Her daughter was covered in tears and dirt.
"Oh God. I'm so sorry FP. Is he.. Okay?" Alice felt bad for her daughter, even if she didn't agree exactly with her being in love with him.
"He's hurt pretty bad. Got beat up by the Ghoulies…" FP filled Alice in on everything that's been happening in RIverdale. She had mixed feelings about some stuff. While they were talking Betty just looked down. Then Alice filled FP in on the Black Hood nonsense.
"Wow Alice. I'm so sorry about Hal. You sure it's safe here?" He asked. They both gave flirty looks to each other. Betty got sick of it.
"Thank you so much for all you've done tonight, Mr. Jones. Call me if anything happens. Okay? Anything." Betty insisted. FP nodded.
"Of course." He smiled, but Betty could see the sadness in his eyes. "Bye Alice." Then Alice closed the door. Betty took a second just standing there. Alice hugged her as hard as possible. Betty had never felt a hug like this from her mom. They both started crying as Betty hugged her back.
"I'm so sorry, Elizabeth. Nothing could ever feel worse than this." Alice soothed. Rubbing her back. They broke the hug. Betty wiped tears away from her eyes. She had extreme dark circles under her eyes. "You need some sleep. You've had a rough night."
"Okay." Betty replied, trying to smile. She walked up to the bathroom upstairs. "Night." she said as she was walking upstairs.
"Goodnight, Eliza...Betty." Alice replied.
Betty looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were very heavy and dark. Her mascara was running down her face, and the tears were all around her face. She looked like she hadn't slept or felt anything in years. Her head was throbbing, so she took out her very high and tight ponytail, making sure the beanie didn't fall off her head on the tile floor. She ran her fingers through it, and washed her face. She walked in her perfect bedroom. With pictures of her perfect family. She ripped a photo of her and Hal from her vanity mirror and ripped it in half. Smashing Hal's side with her foot. She looked back on her vanity. Finding several photos of her with Veronica, Polly, Alice, Archie, and Kevin. Of course, there were about seven billion photos of her and Jughead. She looked at one of them on the night where they went to the movies. He looked so happy, and perfect. She rubbed her thumb over his face, smiling. She thought about the night they said "I love you", the night where they worked at Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, the night of the play, everything came rushing to her mind. She took off her shoes, and layed in bed. She put the covers all the way up to her chin. The beanie stuck to her head like glue. She closed her eyes, and tried to go to sleep.
It was a tireless night, but Betty had finally gotten to sleep. The radio always helps. This night seemed dark, and she knew she couldn't be at home sleeping. She needs to be there, with him. With Juggy. The night had been silent and dreamless, until the last few moments.
Betty was in her usual pink sweater and ponytail. She touched her head, and didn't feel the beanie. Her head felt cold and uncomfortable. She felt like a part of herself was gone. She looked around. She was in a very empty Riverdale High. Everything looked normal. She decided to walk around. She walked to her locker, maybe the beanie was there, or other things. She found instead a bunch of newspapers of the article she wrote from the Blue and Gold. It talked about how FP was innocent. The words written on it in some red liquid said, 'Go to Hell, Serpent Slut.' She remembered this happening months ago. Polly would soon walk up to her, comforting her. Then a crowd, then Jughead. Instead, in a flash, a blink of the eye, the crowd was there taking photos and videos. Polly was behind her, hand on Betty's shoulder. She kept staring at the locker. She was offended and mortified that someone would take their time to write that even though she was just trying to clear a man's name. Now Jughead should be here. Instead, in another blink of an eye, he was there. Him. Actually him. She grinned wildly and cried happy tears. He should take her away from the crude message now, cradling her head. But he didn't. Instead the whole crowd started punching him, even Polly. Then the Ghoulies came to punch him, mocking him and shouting things about him being a perfect hero. The crowd dispelled, and what was left was a dead Jughead. She started sobbing uncontrollably. Then, she watched herself at his grave with Archie and Veronica behind him.
'I love you. I'll never stop loving you. See you soon.'
She heard Jughead's last words to her echoing over and over and over. She cried even more and screamed. She woke up at the sound of her phone ringing.
She jolted up from her bed. She felt her head, and the beanie was still there. Thank God. She hyperventilated. After that, she heard her phone ring. It was FP.
"Hello?" She answered, still groggily. She heard multiple people crying and nurses shouting in the background. "Is everything okay?"
"Betty, you need to get here now. Now!" FP shouted. Betty dropped the phone in shock, and ran out of her bedroom. She didn't know how much time she had left.
Thanks for reading! I'm obviously going to be making more of this fanfic.
