A/N: Hi everyone... So, this is my maiden attempt at writing some Archie FF... I've always loved Juggie and Betty and I hope I do them justice. This is going to be mainly fluff with bits of angst thrown in to spice things up a bit... for now, it is T rated, I may change my mind later. ;P

So without further ado, here's the story... Oh and I don't own anything other than this storyline... and my laptop. Any character that you recognize belongs to Archie Comics.

27 year old Elizabeth Jane Cooper sighed as she stuffed yet another folder into her already ready-to-burst hold all and retrieved her boarding pass from the pocket of her tan winter coat. Her editor had dropped this interview into her lap at the last moment but there was no way she was stepping down from accepting this challenge...

Everybody who was anybody in the culinary world would kill to be in her shoes right now and Elizabeth smirked at the idea of pulling one over the perennially snooty George Summers, the award winning food columnist for the Tribune. This interview would do it... Elizabeth Cooper would be making history if she managed to get the super elusive and ultra media shy Michelin star chef Sy Jones to talk to her.

For someone who'd spent years in the most hostile environments - including two war zones, getting the perfect pictures that rocked the world along with bittersweet, heartbreaking stories that garnered her the spotlight attention in her elite media circle, interviewing a chef shouldn't be a big deal... but this one was.

Elizabeth had started out as an overseas correspondent for the New York Times after she'd been recruited right out of her Journalism degree at NYU. Then she'd graduated onto War Correspondent and with a couple of services of duty under her belt, she was feeling the tiredness start to seep into her bones. She knew she was talented and very satisfied with her job, but Elizabeth and thankfully her editor too felt that it was high time she took a break and relaxed with some more mundane work... hence the stint in the lifestyle section and the tries at interviewing the elusive culinary genius, who, it seemed from her file, was just about her age.

For someone who was this famous in his industry, Chef Jones had proved to be extremely elusive when it came to press and media attention. His unique style, blending home style comfort food with cutting edge culinary techniques and molecular gastronomy had made Chef Jones a celebrity worldwide in the few years he'd been active in the industry. The man seemed to just have a flair for the extraordinary and a truly mind boggling understanding of the human palette and as a result had just sky rocketed to fame in under half a dozen years after graduating with top honors from Le Cordon Bleu in Paris. Now, at 27, he already owned and ran four restaurants, two in the United States and two in London and Paris.

He never had problems when a critic wanted to write about his food, but when someone started asking about the chef himself, they were always faced with a blank wall... most never even got past the harridan of a sous chef he had, Glinda Hertzmann. The stocky middle aged German chef protected Chef Jones like he was her son and had made sure that no one even got near the elusive genius. In fact, she was so good that no one had ever gotten a good picture of Chef Sy Jones.

From what Elizabeth could see on the blurry pictures and half profile views on her file, Sy Jones seemed to be a tall, lanky guy with pale skin and dark hair. The slightly long, pointed nose made her remember another favorite person of hers from a long time ago and Elizabeth sighed again, smiling slightly at the bittersweet memories, as she stuffed the folder into her holdall and proceeded to hand over her boarding pass to the flight attendant and found her seat in first class.

Relaxing into the cushy seat that was to be her home for the next five hours, Elizabeth reflected on how life as she'd known it, had changed in the last decade.

A/N: So there it is... What do you think?

I know it doesn't look too much like an Archie fic now, but trust me, it will get better... hopefully.

Please review your thoughts and ideas... Every bit of support is appreciated :)

Lotsa luv and Choco-chip cookies

Macybear