Three months had past since the Jones moved into the old Cooper house. Jughead had rushed up to Betty's room claiming that as his bedroom not much to Jellybeans annoyance.
Jughead had been working hard trying to locate where Betty might be. He had searched everywhere in the house but found nothing.
All of Betty's stuff he had taken from her house before was put back in her room for when she returned.
Jughead put his stuff around the room but didn't decorate any of it much to Gladys annoyance.
"Why don't we change the colour of the walls" Gladys said turning up her nose at the pale pink bedroom. "It's not your colour is it"
"It's fine!" He told her. Gladys scowled. "Look you have got to move on. She's gone now get on with your life"
Jughead rolled his eyes and continued surfing the web. "Betty will be back soon because I'll find her"
"Fine sit here and sulk. I don't know what that girl has done to you to make you behave this way" Gladys stormed out of the room.
Betty held up a small Bobbie pin she had found on the floor in the hospital room.
"You have got to act fast" Jughead told her. Betty looked at him then back at the Bobbie pin. Carefully pushing it in the lock and twisting it till she heard a loud click.
Grinning, she pulled the door to her cell open and ran as fast as she could through the halls to freedom.
The building was like a maze. She ran faster and faster. She was sure she could make it. Her imaginary Jughead running along side her. Shouting: "YOU CAN DO IT. RUN FASTER"
Her legs hurt from all the running but she was so close until she came to a halt in front of one of the sisters. Trying to turn back around she was stopped by another sister.
"You have been a bad girl Elizabeth" snarled one of the sisters. Betty's hands flew to her stomach, she was already showing.
"Bad girls need to be punished" Hissed the sister. Betty couldn't even run as all the sisters grabbed her roughly. She screamed being dragged through the halls to the hospital room.
Jughead went to Thistle house, knocking on the door still unsure whether he should be doing this.
Toni opened the door and stared at Jughead in surprise "what are you doing here"
"I need your help" Jughead sighed. "Please"
Toni folded her arms and looked at the broken man in front of her. "Is it about Betty"
He nodded. "She's pregnant and out there somewhere. Please help me"
Toni sighed and nodded. "Okay, I'll ask Cheryl too. We will find her" Toni said. Jughead nodded and was about to walk away until Toni stopped him. "Jug?"
"Yeah?" He turned back to her.
"You stink of smoke. I hope you haven't developed a habit with Betty being gone"
Jughead said nothing and watched Toni close the door behind her. He sighed feeling the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.
That afternoon Jughead had sent the serpents on a hunt to find anything that could be useful in finding Betty.
While he worked out what was going to happen when Betty returned and they had the baby.
"Jug" FP said waking Jughead up from his thoughts. "What?"
"Veronica and Archie are at the door and Veronica's got something for you" FP said "I'm off to work okay and I'll stall your mother because she might be less than thrilled"
Jughead was confused as he got up from his desk and ran downstairs to the door. When he opened the door he stared at the two in disbelief. "What the hell?"
"Ta da!" Veronica said indicating to the crib behind her. Archie was just shaking his head. "This was her idea okay not mine"
"I figured, while everyone is out looking for clues we can do something a bit more creative. Betty will come back to a nursery . So I went to a hardware store, I bought paint and mr Andrews has agreed to help. He's just getting his paint brushes"
Jughead looked at the crib in front of him stunned. How can something be so small. His hands glazing over the small crib. "Did you buy it?"
"No. It was mine when I was a baby it looks brand new so I figured you guys can have it. It will keep your mind busy" Veronica grinned.
"I agree. I'll speak to your mum okay" FP said resting his hand on jugheads shoulder before walking out the house. "I'll be back late so you lot get to work"
Jughead nodded and grinned big. "Okay but we don't know the gender"
"Which is why I bought Yellow paint." Veronica held up the paint. "It's not blue and it's not pink!"
"My dad said he will bring over my old Moses basket to. To stay in your room till the baby can sleep in the nursery by itself" said Archie as Jughead let them in. Veronica and Archie lifted the crib inside.
"When mr Andrews gets here we will start decorating" grinned Veronica as the three went upstairs to the spare room.
"When we are done with this room it will be fit for a Prince or a Princess" smiled Veronica as she just imagined how proud Betty would be of them once they found her.
Betty was thrown roughly back into her cell. Bruised and sore. Slowly getting to her feet, she limped to her bed.
"I'm never getting out of here" Betty sighed.
"You will". Jughead told her. "It just doesn't seem like it"
"Why, What makes you think I will get out of here, because you're in my head?"
"No but because you don't give up"
"Well right now I'm giving up" Betty snapped
"Okay well your cranky so I'll just not say another word until your ready" Jughead said sitting on the floor.
"Why don't you just go away! You told me to escape, I tried, I failed and I suffered for it. You are no help!" Betty growled. Jughead looked at her and slowly disappeared.
Betty's eyes widened as she dived off her bed. "No!" She yelled as she looked around in a panic. "Come back! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Come back!"
Jughead appeared once more laying on her bed. Betty choked back a sob as she went to him, laying down beside him as his arm snaked around her waist.
Betty snuggled in unaware of how crazy she looked to real people who might see her. "You're not really here though are you juggie"
"No" he said resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Can we pretend you are real for just a little while?". She asked.
"Whatever you want" he said softly as she closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber. Sleep was the only satisfaction she got in a place like this.