Chapter 1: In The Abyss
Five years had passed since his son moved away after graduating and five years since Jughead and Betty went their separate ways. During those years, Him and Alice had moved into a new house together. Things were going well until the day FP answered the phone.
"Hello?" The line lit up with both tones that made him uneasy.
"FP, It's Betty. You need to come to New Hampshire--" FP cut her off ramble.
"Why? I haven't spoken to you since you broke my son's heart!" FP spat harshly, not caring about her feelings getting hurt.
He had a lot to be angry about over the five years. Betty Cooper-Smith cheated on his son five years ago, leaving Jughead to fall apart. He still had a hard time getting around the fact his son almost lost his life that same year and she had the audacity to break his baby's heart. Alice stayed in contact with her, of course she had. Betty's her daughter. He'd be an ass if he didn't allow her to stay connected with her own daughter. He's not Hal Cooper. But FP Jones holds grudges and he tries to move on, but hearing her voice triggers it all over again. He had thought that he was over it, but he definitely never moved on.
"FP, please I think you really should hear me out. Something happened and Jughead's in danger." The words throw him off as he gripped his phone tightly in his hand.
"Danger?" He questions with uncertainty in his voice. He wasn't sure he wanted to know the outcome.
"Jughead got hit by a car… when he was coming to visit. Anyways, he really needs you right now. He's lost so much blood… they… they don't…." Her voice trails off as the word becomes definite. It didn't have to leave her tongue for him to know.
He doesn't remember Alice prying the phone from his hands or most of the ride to the hospital. He didn't realize that he was ready in Alice's car until they stopped at the parking lot. Alice's calm voice broke into his dark thoughts that had been consuming his head for the last hours since the phone call. He didn't bother asking why his son may have been visiting Cooper. He didn't care about that right now. All that he did care, or mattered to him right at that moment was his son.
When he arrived, the time hadn't shifted. He found Betty with tear stained cheeks. There was a part of him that wanted to demand why she had the right to cry, but he kept his mouth shut. It was only for the sake of his son. "Mr. Jones?" His eyes flew up and he saw the look on the doctor's face.
"Yes, is my son?"
"Hi, Mr. Jones, I'm doctor Spencer." The doctor's smile stayed sympathetic. " Mr. Jones, your son is still in surgery. Do you know what blood type he is?" Of course he knew his son's blood type was. He tried not to roll his eyes.
"B -" The Doctor's face grew," Are you sure? Because when we gave him B - blood and he had a reaction to it."
FP's body started to twitch under the uncertainty in his son's doctor' voice. Him and Gladys are both B- and if he did the math right his son would be also B negative. He became unusually nervous as the doctor explained.
"He had a reaction to the blood transfusion. Usually when a patient - like Jughead in this situation - reacts like that it means that isn't his blood-type. Mr. Jones, we take precautions very seriously." Dr. Spencer explained more in depth as FP took a seat on the chair.
By time Dr. Spencer finished explaining it was twenty minutes later. Alice handled all the paperwork while he took a minute to step out of the building. He threw open the door and began sobbing. How could his son be in this hospital? His son was supposed to be at Yale or Harvard - studying not bleeding. This all wasn't making sense. He thought about calling Gladys. He found himself groaning internally at the headache that came from that. Although Jughead and his mother hadn't spoken since she left for her involvement in Fizzle Rocks, he thought maybe it was time.
"FP, what do you want? You already have Alice and probably knocked her up- -" He heard Gladys' annoyance pouring off her and through the phone. He knew that they didn't end on the best terms either. Gladys sent him the papers about three weeks after she left.
Their son was now 23 years old. "Gladys, I know you never wanted to hear from me- -" She cut him off.
"No, I didn't. You got Miss Perfect, our kids and now what do you want now!" She snipped.
FP rubbed a hand over his face exhaustedly." I thought you would like to know Jughead is in the hospital." A sharp inhale comes off her and FP wants to take back the harshness. He was just frustrated and threw it out there. "Jug… he's hurt? FP! What happened?!"
Do you know what's so difficult about betrayal? You never know how hard it hits until the rain crashes down on you. That's how FP felt when his son told him about Betty. Sure it was his son's feelings that got hurt, but he also treated Betty like one of his own.
A few hours later, FP sat in a chair next to his son's hospital bed where he laid unconscious. He had to make some calls to Charles and Jellybean. Alice walked into the room with a soft smile on her face.
"Any change?" He shook his head.
"No." He sighed." Al, I'm scared. What if he doesn't wake up?" The sincerity in Alice's words is what kept him going. "FP, he will be okay. He's a Jones, they are fighters." He leaned his head onto her shoulder.
—xxx—
Gladys arrived at 4 in this morning from Toledo. When she got the call… her heart stopped. She made plenty of mistakes, but having her son wasn't one of them. Pretending to use FP's job for her own needs wasn't a good idea. It ended up backfiring. Also years ago, about 23 years ago to be exact, Gladys made a mistake. One she will live to regret. She walked into the hospital waiting room and spotted her ex-husband and his current girlfriend, Alice Smith. She noted how haggard FP's features were and felt a pang in her gut.
"How is he?" She asked as soon as she spotted FP.
FP sighed. "I went to check on him a few hours ago, no change, Gladys." Her heart jolted briefly before settling back down where it belonged.
The door swung open, revealing Dr. Spencer. Both FP, Alice and Gladys all stood up as the doctor approached them. FP couldn't tell what he was about to deliver them. "Mr. and Mrs. Jones…" He greeted the parents by their formal names.
Gladys politely cut in." Gladys Fuller." Dr. Spencer nodded at correction.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Fuller, my apologies." Gladys shook her head with a smile.
"No need, Doc. It happens." After she waved off his apology her stomach grew knotty.
Spencer turned to face FP and got ready to tell the news. It seemed that FP Jones didn't know what he was about to tell him would alter his world forever. Alice listened carefully as Spencer explained what was going on with Jughead. FP's hand looped around Alice's and she felt him tightened his grip a little bit.
"I did a blood test on Jughead's blood and the test concluded that Mr. Jones' blood type is not B negative. Mr. Jones, the blood test concluded that Jughead has an O positive blood type." The doctor told him.
FP listened very critically as his brain challenges to differentiate what he's been told. Right there he found himself turning his body to face Gladys. He looked into her brown eyes and fought back the question. In her eyes he saw something. Betrayal. That's what he saw as the orbitals filled with fear. How was that possible? Both Gladys and him are B- — or so he thought.
He took a second to look at Gladys then at the doctor. Gladys looked down at the floor and he looked at her with hurt filled eyes. Alice didn't know what was going on. The only way that is possible is if FP's not the father. Then it clicked in her head and her heart broke for FP. Imagine finding out after all these years that your son isn't actually yours at all.
FP finally found enough strength in him and cleared his throat." Dr. Spencer, are you saying that I…" He couldn't finish his sentence as he felt the pain in the question. If he said it out loud, it only made it feel more real. He didn't want to know anymore.
Spencer gave a soft nod." Yes, FP, you aren't his father." And right there his heart fell into pieces. It was now out there. He wasn't Jug's dad. Tears started to burn his corneas. He couldn't feel the air reach his lungs as he tried to breathe. The sympathetic look his son-Jug's doctor gave him chilled his soul. An "I'm sorry, FP." He barely acknowledged.
"Is this true? Gladys, why aren't you saying anything?!" He spat angrily, fighting back tears.
Gladys fought back tears as well. She could feel the furry radiate off FP's body. She gave a shaky nod, felt the lump in throat move, causing her to cough out a choked cry. "FP… I-I… yes, it's true."
FP's hand fell over his mouth, holding back a scream as tears started actively sliding down his cheeks. He shook his head forcefully. This… no, no, she had to be lying right now. There's no way Jughead's not his son. He had his hair, smile and his huge appetite for food. This can't be the truth. There's gotta be another explanation.
"When?" His voice shakes as he waits for her to answer.
"FP… please." She pleaded, hoping he would stop, but he didn't. Her not answering him only made fueled his anger.
"No. When?" He repeated.
Alice watched the Exes' conversation. The way Gladys backed herself away as if FP would hit her. That only made Alice's blood boil with rage. FP kept asking until he got his answer.
"It was t-t-that week we got into a feud about paying off a motorcycle we damaged… you left and…"
"Who?" She didn't open her mouth." Who was it with, Gladys?!" He spat hatefully like her name had been poisoned. His tone had meant to be harsh. "Tell me!"
"Mickey Holden."
He felt a tear roll down the side of his cheek." M-Mickey? My old army buddy Mickey?" His voice cracked as the name slipped through his lips.
Mickey Holden had been his buddy in his time as a soldier. He trusted that guy with his life if a land mine would explode, Mickey would be the one to cover for him. And to find out that Mickey would betray him like this made his stomach clench.
"Y-yeah… Him. He came to visit and I was upset and we ended up in bed together. A month later, I told you I was pregnant I didn't have the heart to tell you that the baby.. it wouldn't be yours…" Her eyes were bright red as she told him the story. "You were so happy when I told you about Jug. I couldn't break your heart. I'm so sorry, FP. I—" He cut her off with his hoarse voice.
"And instead you lied to me! I raised him thinking he was mine and instead I found out the little boy, now a man I helped raise, nurture for 23 years, isn't mine?!" He couldn't keep the tears from flowing. "Gladys, how could you cheat on me, lie to me about this!"
Alice's heart shattered when she heard the hoarseness in her man's voice. How could she do that? "FP… why don't we get some air?" He shook his head.
"No! I'm not going anywhere!" He retorted with a broken voice. "If I'm going anywhere, it's to spend time with my… the boy I call a son!" And with that he stormed off, leaving the two women stunned.
FP ran out of the hospital as fast as he could. When he reached the doors, throwing them open and retching into the nearest bush he could find. The acid burned his throat just as bad his heart felt right now. He just found out that Jughead's not his son, the boy he raised from the day he was born to the day his son went to college. He didn't know what to do with the news. It didn't matter whose Jughead is. That wouldn't change FP's love for the boy. He did in fact raise the boy after Gladys ran for the hills. Sure it wasn't his best, but he made up for it.
What was he going to tell Charles and Jellybean? He only had two biological children then. Jellybean is now eighteen years old and Charles' thirty-one.
"Dad? Are you okay?" He heard a familiar voice call out to him.
He quickly wiped his mouth with his jacket sleeve and forced a smile. He looked through his water, blurred vision and nodded. Charles' face was etched with concern for his father. He had gotten the call about his little bro and rushed here right away. He even picked Jellybean up from college dance camp.
"Yeah. Uh, just ate bad cafeteria food." He knew when people were lying. It was his job as an FBI agent to find out who is lying or has been telling the truth.
Charles gave a nod." Oh, that must be some bad food." He decided to play along. He looked to his right and JB sighed as she fidgeted with the zipper on her sweater.
FP faked a smile." Yeah, it was."
Jellybean gave her dad a hug and felt him squeeze back a tad more tighter than she had. She looked over his shoulder at Charles, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Hi, baby girl, how's school going?" JB pulled away.
She searched her eyes for an explanation. When she didn't get one, she sighed." It's going well. Uh, How's my annoying brother?" She tried to joke around, but caught her father wince slightly.
FP explained as he led the Jones-Smith siblings to see their brother. Charles didn't seem convinced as he listened to his father's story. It all seemed like there was something that he wasn't telling them. Even JB knew something was up. Right now she didn't want to start any drama. Her mind stayed about Jug. She had been so worried since she got the phone call. She knew that Jughead recently reunited with Betty. She was told to keep it under wraps until he decided if it was something to tell.
—xxx-
The next day, FP was found sleeping in the chair. He fell asleep listening to the sounds of the machine that his son was hooked up to. It still didn't feel right as his thoughts were consumed by the news that Jughead wasn't his. His heart ached even at the thought. He went downstairs to the lobby and met with Mary. Last night, FP left a voicemail on the situation and asked her to come for moral support.
"FP, Hi." The redhead greeted him with a warm smile and pulled him in for a hug.
"Mary." He said with a less than happy tone." Uh, thanks for coming."
"Of course, FP. Fred would have wanted me to come." She paused before laying a hand on his shoulder for comfort. "I got your call. I'm so sorry, FP. What happened to Jug and well…" He nodded.
"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that myself." Mary caught a tear rolling down.
"FP…" It had been dismissed as an allergy. "It's nothing. Just allergies."
This wasn't supposed to happen. It was never supposed to be like this. His son, the boy he raised, was laying in a hospital bed and it turned out that wasn't even half of it. No. Jughead was supposed to be his son, through and through. He was trying to understand what had happened in the last 24 hours.
"FP… hey, come here," Mary's gentle voice whispers. He slowly leans into her touch and his resolve falls from his face. "Shhh, let it out." Her hand rubs at his back just gently enough to cause him to crack.
"H-H - this doesn't make sense, Mar. I-I-I don't understand any of this!" He cried brokenly.
He felt lost. I'm lost… I'm lost… I'm lost… I'm lost…. I'm lost… I'm lost…. I'm Lost! He thought as he wanted to scream out for help.The rainbow after the rain rushed down hadn't appeared as he hoped it would've. No amount of rain could stop the aching feeling in his chest, where his heart laid thumping to the rhythm like a drum. He just had to sit with consequences - he did this.
"This is my fault. I-If I hadn't gotten into that fight with Gladys- -"
Mary shook her head," No. No, this wasn't your fault, FP." He didn't dare look her in the eyes. He couldn't. "She's the one that opened her legs for a man who wasn't you! She is the one that lied to you, not the other way around, Forsythe." She chuckled when FP shot her a glare. She knew how much he hated when someone called him by his birth name. She just did it to get him to cheer up. She took a deep breath and sighed," Hey, listen, I know I'm not Fred. I will never ever be like him and I know that. I just want you to know you can always talk to me, okay?"
He doesn't trust himself to speak, so he just nodded along instead. After he composed himself several ministers later, he took a walk and found Alice sitting beside his son. He carefully hid behind the door so she couldn't see him. And he listened.
From the corner of the door, he saw Alice reach out for his unresponsive hand and close her hand over his. He hadn't seen this side of her - not with his son. He watched her breathing techniques practiced with perfection and had been amazed by what he's seeing happen right in front of his eyes.
"Uh, Jughead." Alice cleared her throat after feeling the constriction closing up her airway. A hand rubbed on her face with distress. "Listen, I-I uh, know that I haven't always been the easiest to talk to." FP had to stifle the snort. "I know that, Jughead. But I know one thing about your father. He won't stop fighting until he has you back. I know you guys hadn't really spoken since you moved… but you gotta wake up mister. It hurt your father when you disappeared and I know you had to because of… Betty. I understand that. I know the feeling… believe it or not, I once felt like I had to run." FP didn't understand what she was talking about. Running from what?
Alice found herself in FP's son's hospital room, talking to him like she had before. This all felt so silly and not worth it but she pushed through. "After I left Riverdale, Hal and I split up for a few months. Him and I decided to take time for ourselves and at the time it seemed like a good idea. It helped refresh my perspective, clear my head. I was in college for journalism and I met this guy, Tom. Hal and I, like what I said, took time to explore new relationships. And Tom… he and I started a relationship and we went out for a good six months. Everything was good, almost too good, Jughead." A tear slowly caught her cheek.
She couldn't believe she was finally telling someone this story. She didn't even tell FP yet. Honestly she didn't know how to even begin to explain it. She looked down at the young man's face and felt taken aback. She hadn't been very close with Forsythe the 3rd. Always kept her distance and never really bothered to form a relationship of some sort at all.
"Like I said too good didn't last long. Tom became aloof as you would call it at least I think in writing terminology terms." She laughed softly to herself, along with the constant, continuous humming from the machines in the background as if it was music. "I started noticing signs. He didn't come out and say it, no I found him in bed with my college roommate, Jeanette. After that I gave him a choice: Her or me. And guess what?" No response except for a beep to indicate that he was still alive - or at least somewhat functioning due to the help of the machines.
"He chose her. I was devastated, I guess devastated enough to settle for Harold Cooper." She gagged when the name fell off her lips. "I know me too." She takes one look around the room and then back at the unresponsive Jones and says," If I'm being completely honest, the story wasn't just for you to hear, it was me as well. I needed to hear it too. I guess… I wasn't as devastated as when your father and I broke apart. Nothing, not even my silly, heart-wrenching breakups hurt as much as losing your father. And, no I don't regret meeting Hal… okay, yes I do, but not my beautiful children that I don't. I guess what I'm trying to say is...it's up… it's up to you if you decide if you can't hold on, that Betty hurt you that much and for that I'm sorry. You should never have to ever feel that way."
She leaned back on the chair and sighed." I just hope you don't though because I think you are such a remarkable person, Jughead. I know I didn't give you a chance and I will forever regret what I did in the past." She slowly released her grip on his hand and finally let go." Get better, Jughead. Your father and I are waiting for you - whatever you decide… we are here."
FP's heart swelled with emotions that he couldn't keep bottled up. He unraveled himself from his hiding spot by the door and ducked into the room.
A dark shadowy figure silhouette made Alice's eyes float over to the doorway. Her eyes fell wide-open with what seemed like surprise on her face.
"FP? How… how long…?"
He looks up at her frazzled surprised look on her face." Some." He lied, noticing her cheeks redden in the dark room. "Only for some of it."
Alice looked down at her chipped nails and sighed.
"Oh." She saw his smile and gave a timid one back.
"How's my… Jug?"
Ever since Alice had been woken up by that phone call FP received, her nerves all went haywire. When FP told her. She couldn't believe it. She had spoken to Jughead a few days ago and now… now he was lying in the Intensive Care Unit.
She bit her lip." Still asleep, Baby." She caught his smile slip from the previous expression.
-xxx—xxxx
The next rising sunrise illuminated the room with streaks of light shining through the thin material like curtains. Dr. Spencer checked on his patient first before informing his family on the recent news. Everything seemed it was going more smoothly.
FP Jones strolled into the hospital around 5:14 A.M. that morning. He had bags underneath his eyes from sleeping on suspiciously rated mattresses at the Stirling Hour hotel twenty minutes away from where his son had been situated. It was the only hotel FP and Alice could get on such short notice. Due to not having enough time to find a decent sleeping arrangement, the worried father and his anxious wife had to settle.
"Mr. Jones, Mrs. Jones, come this way, please." Dr. Spencer said briefly before guiding them over to a private room.
FP and Alice follow the doctor, then proceed to let their minds wander. They took a seat by the oval desk while Dr. Spencer sat in the chair across from them. Alice reaches for his hand and FP graciously accepts.
FP sat up straight, ready to finally have some answers." Do you know what happened to my son?"
Dr. Spencer sighs with a dreadful look on his features.
"Mr. Jones…"
"FP, Doc."
The doctor admonished," Sorry, my bad, FP." There was no reply from either couple, so he went on," The police have informed me that they in fact know what caused his accident." His body grew colder by the impact those chilling words left in its wake. "The head police chief, Jim Chamber, explained that Mr. Jones' vehicle was crossing Jane St. when another vehicle struck the driver's side door. That impact from the other driver's automobile caused your son to lose control of his vehicle and crash into a nearby light pole." The seriousness in his voice caused a small pit to start forming in his stomach.
"And what happened? Was the other driver hurt?"
"FP, I can't actually say if they were or not—"
"You can't tell me if they were injured after causing my son to-" Alice squeezed his hand.
"FP… don't." He took a breath. "Fine." He bit out bitterly.
Dr. Spencer began explaining again. "They did a tox screen and found that the other driver had a blood alcohol level of .23." He watched the father's expression very carefully.
"You're telling me my son is hanging by a limb because some idiot decided they couldn't wait?!" FP asked dangerously. Alice flinched next to him, fighting back tears as the result came through.
"Yes, FP, I truly wished I had better news." Replied his son's doctor.
"Tell me what that prick is dead or behind bars."
A knock interrupted that heated atmosphere around the seething father. He didn't register the man in uniform. Spencer got out of his chair and walked over to the uniformed man. "FP, Mrs. Jones, this is Jim Chambers." He introduced the man.
He was 6'5, sandy blonde hair that reached to about his ears. He had on his police chief uniform which was accompanied by his trusty belt. FP watched as the man that stood in the door archway closed the door behind him.
"Mr. Jones, Mrs. Jones, I'm Jim Chamber, the police chief of Tilton, I was the one who recovered your son from the crash site." He held out his hand.
FP shook his hand." I'm Jughead's father, FP." He paused to point to the right of him," and this is my wife, Alice, Jughead's step-mother." Alice gave a soft smile and shook the Chief's hand with a firm shake.
They sat back down and waited. His nerves were everywhere at the moment. He couldn't even tell if it was worth or anger as of right now. It's probably both emotions causing his nervous system to feel this way.
"When I arrived on site, your son's car was pinned against a fallen lamp post. He withstood quite a blow and the car is totaled." He met the father's eyes and sympathized with the man. "The other driver died at the scene and his girlfriend came out of the incident with only two broken arms… She spoke on the behalf of her ex, She tried to take the wheel from him, but he pushed her. She tried once again and by time she grabbed the wheel, her boyfriend assaulted her."
Alice's eyes were no longer dry." Oh, god.."
Jim Chambers finished retelling about 14 minutes later and FP nearly puked in the trash can beside his foot. Alice wiped at her eyelids carefully with tissue paper that she held in her left hand.
"His girlfriend… saved… well tried to save my son?" FP asked in disbelief.
The Chief nodded soberly." Yes, Sir. She was the first to get out of the passenger side and called 911 right away. We got a hold of his emergency contact… some Smith woman. According to her, your son was on his way to see her." FP was taken aback by the last statement.
His son and Betty since when? The last he heard was his son hadn't spoken to Betty since he found out about her love affair fest with Archie Andrews. Even Alice was surprised by the fact. After both the chief and Spencer left the room, Alice turned toward FP.
"Did you--" FP interrupted.
"No, he never said anything." He said with a shake of his head.
"Neither did Betty." She replied equally shocked as he was. The two walked back to the waiting room still trying to understand what they were just told.
—xxx—
"Jug, why did you come?" The blonde ponytail girl found herself asking. Betty knew it was her fault that they broke up. She didn't need a genie to tell what things she did wrong. She's the one who cheated, kissed her former boyfriend's best friend… only that one passion lit kiss blew the power keg into pieces.
FP hated her. She already knew that. She didn't blame him for the cause. Even JB, the little sister of Jughead Jones disliked her. She wasn't the slightest bit shocked when FP came roaring down the hallway, screaming that it was her fault that his son's heart was broken. She would never forget the hatred in his eyes as he looked at her. And as she paced the waiting room in circles for at least the seventh time in two hours, her mind knew that she hadn't reached out to Jughead…. he'd be….
"Betty!" The loud rumble didn't leave her finished with her thoughts.
Her head shot up, causing her ponytail to bob along and look straight ahead of her. She met the eyes of Mr. Jones, his perfectly calm face with a hint of anger. Not far behind him happened to be her mother. "Mom?"
"Betty…why don't you tell us why Jughead was on his way to your place?"
Alice watched as her daughter swallowed. "H-How… did you find out?"
"The chief told us." FP spat coldly. Alice shot him a warning glare. Her daughter may have been at fault, but that didn't mean she wouldn't stand up for her.
"FP, just let her explain." He huffed," Fine." Alice fought an eye roll and simply ignored him.
"I contacted Jug to see if he'd…" She inhaled, taking her time to gather her energy. "... He'd come help me with something for my case… that was a month ago, we started reconnecting and Jughead told me he was coming to see me. We were going to ease into our relationship again… but that day didn't go as planned…" Betty chewed her lil nervously. She didn't like the look on FP's face.
FP didn't like the news that his son decided to take back Smith after what she did. But that wasn't his decision. All he could do was accept his son's feelings.
"I began to get worried when he didn't show up at 7 like we discussed, I was about to call him when I'd got the call… I guess he put me down as a contact… I don't why I am, but I am. When I found out, I called you, hoping that you'd answer." A small pit of guilt ate at him when she said that.
"Uh… t-thank you, Betty." FP choked out. That was so much harder than it seemed to the naked eye.
Xxx—xxxx
Out of all the things or enemies they've had this is what takes down the Jones Family. A simple problem; car accidents are what crashes into their life. Out of the villains it was just a drunk driving idiot that caused this catastrophe. Something so avoidable hurt his bloodline. Jughead was involved in a car accident less than four days ago and his son had been through so much.
All those years ago, FP had taken a deal from the mastermind, Clifford Blossom to keep Jug safe. He simpfied his son's changes by 100% but Jughead wouldn't leave it alone. The big bad walked away while he stayed in a jail cell for a crime he didn't do. There he thought this was it. He was going to spend the rest of his drunken life in prison. But that didn't happen, no. His son fought like hell for him and his freedom.
Then there was the Black Hood terrorizing the town. While he was locked away, his son was stuck in the middle of it all. He remembered thinking; is he okay? The calls came that he visited with Penny. While this was all happening his son's friends were in danger of Hiram Lodge, The Black Hood, and apparent imposter of his son he never knew of. Less than a year later,
Gargoyle King made an appearance during the hooking up with Alice who was juggling the farm. That same time Penelope was planning on killing the town and his son's friends included.
He never thought something like a drunk driver would be what takes down his family. Something he could've been if he kept drinking. His son and Alice stopped him from becoming his father. And for that he'll forever be grateful for.
"FP?" He heard the voice of his lovely wife call from behind him. "Come inside and get something to eat."
The lamp post reflecting its shiny light caused him to let out a sigh. He turned his body a little and nodded. It wasn't long before he walked back into the building and over to his wife. Alice kissed his cheek, before grabbing his hand and they walked out of the cold.
Being from Riverdale they hadn't prepared for the different weather patterns. It was fall so that meant the temperature was going to be in the lower 50 for the better half of the month.
Alice already had planned for thanksgiving this year. She wasn't aware of the event that would change anything. It had been four whole days since Jughead's accident. She knew her husband very well. She had a feeling that the news of Jughead's Paternity really hit him hard. I mean who wouldn't be when you find out that the child you'd raised isn't even yours.
FP sat down at the table, digging into his bowl of soup with a spoon. "Have you heard from the doctors?" He shook his head, slipping some soup into his mouth before he peered back up to look at his weary wife's eyes. "I'm sure they'll call soon."
Jughead's doctor explained to him that he'll be calling about updates on his son's condition and basically forced him and Alice to take a few hours away from the hospital. He didn't leave the hospital without giving him a piece of his mind. Dr. Spencer should've called by now. He returned his eyes back to the butternut squash soup Alice had picked up from Panera.