This story is only affected by the storyline up until Riverdale 03x09, But will recap parts of the story up until then, slightly changing them.
Betty PoV
"What does it mean," I slowly stood and paced over to the wall of the bunker, attempting to make sense of the pictures and clues me and Jughead have been collecting, "How are we going to get out of this mess?!" I muttered forcefully to myself, forcing a hand through my tangled hair.
"Betty...?" A soft voice practically whispered from behind me. I turned round to see Archie gripping his stomach in pain as he slowly sat upright.
"Arch, you're okay!" I cried sprinting over to my best friend's bedside. I sat down on his bed and smiled at him, "Are you feeling any better?"
He nodded, looking at me in the eyes. That was the place I felt something I hadn't for a long time, a tingly feeling only Archie had ever initiated. At one point, I thought it was gone but the spark blazing inside me carried on burning.
Self consciously I blushed, I could never even try to get with Archie, he was V's. Plus I have Jug, although he is acting strange at the moment, ever since playing G and G. I looked away, instead focusing on my shivering hands. I rubbed them together, hoping the friction would warm me up. It didn't.
Archie seemed to notice my shivering hands and took his out from under the covers of his bed. He rested his hot hand against my freezing one, causing my fingers to warm up within his' prescence.
"Betty your freezing!" He looked at me shocked as I shrugged in reply, "please, get in the bed with me! I don't want you to freeze to death!"
"Arch, I don't want to hurt your wound!" I replied once again looking into the handsome blue eyes of Archie Andrews.
"Please Betty, I... I need your company..." he pleaded wriggling over, further towards the wall. Realising he obviously didn't feel safe alone, I reluctantly took off my jacket and climbed in next to him. Enjoying the warmth that spread over my body.
I leant on my side, propping my head up by my right hand, facing Archie. He did the same but facing me instead, and we both talked.
"What happened whilst I was gone?" He asked.
"A lot. I feel like I'm on my own. V was working really hard on freeing you, I think she feels guilty about her dad framing you for murder, I would too. But Jug too made the stupid decision of playing GG, he's changed, and not for the better, he scares me now, I don't know what to do." I felt tears threatening my eyes and I reached my hands up to wipe them, but the tears kept coming, soon my sniffling became a sob, and my sob became a cry. I felt a warm arm pull me in and a bare chest close the gap between us.
"And our parents, they all played GG and didn't warn us about anything! Jug could have died when Ethel got him to play rush and rulet with the goblets of cool aid. I don't know when I'll be able to trust anyone again, anyone but you Arch."
"Betty I'm so sorry I haven't talked to you one on one for ages, I'm so sorry you had to go through all this alone." He looked down at me and our eyes connected once again. But this time it was more than just a gaze. Slowly Archie lowered his face and pressed his lips towards mine. Gently they touched and we both pressed towards each other's. Eventually the kiss got more heated and his tongue slipped out and begged my mouth for entry. I accepted. Our tongues were dancing and intertwining, sending warmth throughout our bodies.
It felt right. The most right I had ever felt. More right than anytime with Jughead. Archie's expert hands lifted my black tee off my torso and reached behind my back to unclasp my bra.
"Arch!" I called, and looked downwards towards him, noticing the bulge in his boxers, "Please Arch, just... take me!"
Archie opened the little drawer beside him and fished around, eventually he took his hand out, "Betty we don't have any condoms."
"Nevermind, I... I just want you Arch, I'll get the pill tomorrow or something." I exclaimed as Archie nodded eagerly.
Although I never did get the chance to buy any sort of pills, as I was way too busy...
One week later
"I'm going to the farm, with polly and the twins." My mother continued, placing her hands on the kitchen tabletop.
"Well have fun, because I'm definitely not going to the farm." I said defiantly.
"No, you're not," my mom replied monotonously as a door from behind me opened, "Edgar said that you would resist, and that we should send you elsewhere."
"Mom, w...what's happening?" I cried noticing two advancing figures creeping up behind me.
"Betty, there's no safer place for you now, the sisters of quiet mercy will look after you as they did for me, and as they did for Polly." My mother finished, still calm, as two men seized me and hauled me out of the house.
From there I was forced into a car and driven to my destination. Away from Jughead, away from V. Away from... Archie...
Archie PoV
After breaking up with Veronica I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. True, I did still care for her, but I also knew our relationship was more physical than anything, it wasn't healthy. Especially since it was her father I was running from.
I turned around and looked at Jughead already on the train tracks.
"You ready Arch?" He asked pulling on his rucksack. I nodded in response as I dropped the phone I was holding and stepped onto the tracks beside him, "Have you broken up with Veronica yet?"
"Yes, me and her were losing our connection even before her dad framed me." I sighed, "Have you broken up with Betty yet?"
"No, she didn't answer me, I'll try again tomorrow. If I'm honest though, this past week she's been awfully strange around me, it's like she already knew I was going to leave her." He explained, but I already knew why she was awkward around him, it was because of mine and her's night of pleasure.
2 weeks later
Betty PoV
My room was basic. With a basic pink sheeted bed and basic side table in which had all of my basic belongings. I was dressed from head to toe in a slightly creepy gown- a blue pinafore and an itchy red cardigan. I had been throwing all of my 'fizzle rocks' away, storing them in a concealed jar behind a radiator in my room.
Ethel had once discovered my secret jar however, but promised me that because we're 'friends' she wouldn't tell.
Eventually I was called down for 'game time' a creepy hour of the day where everyone here is called to the main area in order to play a mass game of G and G. Usually I just sit in the corner and read one of the restricted books on gardening the sisters allow us to read.
"Betty, come and play with us!" Ethel shouted to me, patting an empty chair beside her. Honestly she was the maddest person I had ever met, she kept on going on about Jughead the entire time we were together alone in our room. Apparently she and Jug were a ship or something, shipped by the Gargoyle King- who I had yet to meet.
"No thanks Ethel, I don't play G and G- I've told you before." I looked back down at my book that I had basically memorised from the amount of times I had read from it.
"But friends play with friends- you're my friend so you have to play G and G with us." She declared standing up and folding her arms, eyeing menacingly. Ethel is basically the only girl here who gets mad- my guess is she takes a different sort of drug to the others, because she's never in the fizzle rocks queue in the morning- I bet that's what makes the girls here so creepy and emotionless
"Well friends don't kiss their friend's boyfriends either, so I guess we're even." I scoffed. Emotionally I was a wreck. I had been putting on a tough facade to trick the sisters into letting me go. It wasn't working and I was emotionally drained, prone to sudden waves anger and sadness. But all the same the gasps erupted from the rest of the room.
I stood up and faced my ex-classmates stare. Anger was dripping from our bodies as our gaze shot through the backs of our heads.
Suddenly I felt a wave of sickness wash over my body. I threw up onto the tiled floor my feet were standing on, feeling dizzy I toppled over and blacked out, just before I hit the cold, hard floor.
When I woke up I was surrounded by Sister Woodhouse and the Nurse, who were talking in a hushed whisper.
I guessed I was in the infirmary, from the bad stench lingering around
"Elizabeth Cooper. Feeling any better?" The nurse asked, creepily monotonously. I nodded sitting up and grabbing my headachy head, "what's wrong with me?" I questioned as a second wave of sickness washed over me.
"Well Cooper, it seems we have some news for you. We did some tests and it seems like your not taking your medicine," She scowled at me as I shrugged, "the next piece of information is more interesting- why did you not tell us you were pregnant?"
"I'm sorry, what?" I spluttered. Did she say I was pregnant?
"Yes, I thought your mother just sent you because of your curious habits, but it seems she had alternative motives." Sister Woodhouse snarled picking up a cup like object.
Then it struck me. Jughead and I had not had sex for over 2 months, because our relationship was so rocky. Was the baby Archie's?!
"H...how far along am I...I?" I stuttered, still in a state of utter shock.
"Only a few weeks, about three." The nurse looked to Sister Wood house who tipped the contents of her cup into my gaping mouth.
But all I could think was that the baby was Archie's.
And then I couldn't think anything at all.
