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FP Jones imagine (2)

I was sat in a booth at Pop's diner Starring out of the window at my bike. It had been 17 years since I was last here. 17 years since I was happy and 17 years since I last saw my son and the love of my life.

"You OK there young lady?" Pop's asked as he came over.

"I'm OK thank you, I'm just watching the world go by." I smiled looking up at him. Pop's eyes widened for a second as he looked at me.

"Y/N Andrews, is that you?" He asked, a small, kind smiled on his face.

"In the flesh." I smiled up at him.

"Not seen you for a long time. How have you been?"

"Getting by." I shrugged.

"Well, it's good to have you back, What can I get you?"

"Burger, fried and one of you classic chocolate shakes?" I grinned.

"Coming up." he smiled as he turned to walk away but before he left he turned back and gave me a worried smile.

"The sheriff is here, just warning you." He told me before he walked away.

I shrugged and turned to see the Sheriff walking up to the diner, his hat hiding his face.

"Morning Pop's, can I get a coffee?" He spoke and my eyes widened. I knew that voice but it can't be. FP Jones wasn't the north side type.

Then my suspicions were confirmed when the Sheriff took of his hat and asked Pop's about the Strange bike parked outside.

Pop's nodded and pointed over to me. When FP looked my way his eyes widened and he froze. My eyes never left his as he walked towards me after gaining his composure.

"Hi." I asked looking up at the man I once loved.

"Y/N" he asked in disbelief

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see my family." I told him. It wasn't a lie, I was here to see My brother and his nephew but mostly I wanted to see FP.

"It's been 17 years, why now?" He grumbled.

"I missed everybody, I'm finally able to come back into town so here I am." I explained. He sighed and took a seat.

I looked over at FP as he sat in front of me.

"So, how is he?" I asked him. It had been so long since I had seen my brother.

"He's fine, joined the Serpents while I was locked away."

"He did what?" I asked confused. "Why the hell would he do that?"

"Don't be so surprised, his old man is one, his mother was one..."

"Wait...who?" I asked confused. My dad was never a Serpent.

"The kid." FP snapped as if I had done something wrong. "Our son?" My eyes widened and I shook my head.

"We...FP, our son died, 17 years ago. Your wife killed him." I growled. FP watched me confused as tears ran down my face.

"What?" I asked, wiping the tears away.

"Our son is not dead, he was brought up by Gladys and I after you left us high and dry." FP snapped. I shook my head, standing up and walking out.

"No, you're lying." I called behind me. FP stood and followed behind me, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to face him.

"Why?"

"Why, what?" I asked, a lump in my throat.

"why did you leave us." He asked me. I stayed silent, still not being able to bring myself to explain.

"Please, Y/N, I loved you, I thought you loved me but I came home from the bar and you were gone, Gladys was..."

"Gladys told me to go." I told him. He let out a hard laugh and shook his head.

"Bullshit." He scoffed.

"You wanna know?" I asked and he nodded.

"You should come sit down then." I sighed as I grabbed FP's hand and lead him back into Pop's. We passed a group of kids, one seemed to look up at me, his red hear making him unrecognisable. That was Archie, my brothers kid, he had to be. His friends watched as FP and I walked passed hand in hand.

I sat him down on the booth I was sat previously and I sat opposite him.

"So?" He asked, I took a deep breath and looked down at my hands, I could already feel the tears welling up.

"OK, so, I was home, looking after...well, I was calming Forsythe, when I heard a noise outside. I put him down, in his crib and I went outside. I thought maybe it was you getting home so I grabbed my jacket and went outside but you weren't there so I looked around for a second and when I went back in I saw blood everywhere, Forsythe was gone and I saw Gladys sat in your chair, holding a bloodied knife." I cried, tears running down my face.

"Why?" he asked me. I shrugged, it took me a second before I could get anything else out.

"A couple weeks before hand she had told me to go, if I didn't leave she was going to kill my brother and our kid. I didn't believe her and I stayed. Anyway, she made a huge deal about how she had warned me and that if I didn't go she would take Archie next." I told him. "I had to go FP, I couldn't face you when you found out our son was dead and I couldn't be the reason Fred lost Archie." I cried, tears streaming down my face.

"So she wasn't lying?" He mumbled.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Before she left she told him that she wasn't his mum, I mean I knew that but we were supposed to keep it from him, she told him she ran his mother out of town when he was a baby but I didn't believe her. I thought she was just trying to make a point." He told me.

"She didn't kill him?" I asked, FP Shook his head then turned around.

"Hey, Boy, come over here a second!" He called, turning to face the group of kids in the booth beside us. I tall looking kid with raven hair and a grey worn out beanie nodded and walked over, sitting beside his dad.

"What's up?" He asked, he eyed me curiously as he spoke.

"Jughead, this is Y/N Andrew's" FP introduced. I looked over the kid.

"Fred Andrew's sister?" he asked and I nodded smiling, looking at him made my heart skip a beat. He was tall, like his dad, he had his dad's looks but he had eyes like mine. "Yeah, Archie told me about you, you were..." He began but I interrupted "Banished from the family for getting knocked up." "Yeah, you were Best friends with Alice cooper too right?" He wondered. I saw the kids behind him clearly listening in and I chuckled nodding. "She was Alice Smith back then but Yeah, how did you know that?" "Mrs Cooper had mentioned it to Betty and I. She said you disappeared not long after Betty was born." "Not that she cared, she was one of the many people who pushed me out of town" I told him. "My mum did that?" A blonde girl asked as she turned around to face the table. "You must be Betty?" I asked she nodded. Jug stood up and moved so the Betty could join us. "Well when you get knocked up by a Serpent, you get treated like one and in them days that was worse then being the local psychopath." I told her. My eyes never left Jughead for more than a second, he the same.

"You OK kid?" FP asked, noticing the looks between us both.

"That's her isn't it?" He asked his dad, still looking at me.

"Don't act like you weren't listening in boy." FP chuckled.

"were you telling the truth?" He asked, directing his attention to me.

"Every word." I nodded. "Who are you?" I asked him.

"Jughead."

"Yeah I got that bit."

"My name is Forsythe Pendelton Jones III." he told me. My eyes widened and I shook my head vigorously.

"No, you're not," I told him.

I didn't him reply, I just stood up and made my way the door.

"He's telling the truth Y/N, he really is our kid." FP called, grabbing the attention of the rest of the diner.

"No, because that would mean I left my son behind and...and I wouldn't do that, I couldn't do that." I told him as I left.

*A couple hours later*

I spent my time driving around until I finally got up the courage to visit my brother for the first time is 17 years.

I walked up the path and knocked on the door. It took a couple seconds but the door opened and there, in front of me, stood my big brother. He seemed to recognised me almost immediately as his eyes widened and he grabbed me, pulling me into a hug.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Fred asked as he pulled me into the house, a strange look on his face.

"Hi, Freddy." I smiled sadly at him. "How you been?"

"Good, I missed you kid." He smiled happily. His eyes wondered around, looking nervous.

"He told you didn't he?" I asked, knowing FP would have called him the second I left. He nodded then gestured back to the kitchen where I saw the red head from before.

"Come on, I want you to meet your nephew." He told me as he pulled me into the kitchen where the red head sat, drinking a soda.

"Archie, this is Y/N."

"Yeah, she was with FP before." He smiled nodding as he stood up.

"You're a good looking kid." I smiled at him, "You get that from your mum." I joked, Archie laughed and nodded.

"Don't I know it." He chuckled nudging his dad.

"So, you're my Aunt?" He asked. I nodded and sat down at the table.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"So...." My brother spoke up after a couple minutes of silence.

"So?"

"Where you been?" he asked.

"Around, California mostly." I told him, looking down at my hands.

"I'm sorry Freddy, I had to go, I had..."

"I know kid, FP told me what happened." He assured me.

"Yeah?"

"You could have told us, or me at least." He offered but I shook my head.

"I couldn't, she told me if I told anybody why I left she'd kill you and Archie. She already killed my son, I could't lose you too." I explained, Fred looked a little surprised but Archie looked as through he was used to his life being threatened.

" Well, I thought she had killed him." I sighed.

"So is it true, is he really my kid?" I asked Fred who nodded.

"Yeah, FP came home the night you left and found Gladys sat in the trailer with Jug in her arms, she had a note the said you couldn't live there anymore and the you didn't want Jug and FP."

I nodded, sadly. If Fred was telling me this it most be the truth. He wouldn't lie to me about this. I looked over at Archie and smiled softly.

"So, what's he like, Jughead?" I asked him. Archie smiled a huge grin and shrugged.

"Juggy is my best friend. No body else like him." He told me, sitting by me. "He's a writer, he and Betty run the blue and gold, the newspaper at school."

"Yeah?" I asked surprised.

"A lot like you that kid." Fred added and I smiled.

"He's good at solving mysteries, we all solve the Jason Blossom murder case, the black hood case and the G'n'G case."

"Wow, do you guys even have a police crew down here?" I joked making Archie laughed. I noticed Fred had left us alone so we spoke for a while, Archie told me all about Jughead and the group, he told me about the rest of the town news and how FP was doing.

"...Jughead always thought he was missing someone you know. Like he had Gladys and Jellybean but FP wasn't happy with that." He told me.

"Yeah, I guess that was my fault." I sighed,

"Did you ever think about coming back?" He asked me. I sighed and shook my head.

"No, I couldn't, after I thought my son was dead I couldn't come back, it hurt to much." I explained. "That and If I came back I was putting you and you're dad in danger and I didn't want you two getting hurt." I explained.

I heard a knock at the door but ignored it, guessing Fred was gonna answer it, so I kept talking to Archie.

"So why did you come back?" He asked me. "Not that I'm not glad you're here I just ment..."

"I know what you ment kid." I chuckled. "I got a letter, from Gladys, she told me she wasn't in Riverdale anymore and that there was somebody here who wanted to see me. I just assumed she met Fred...or FP." I shrugged.

That was when a figure came into view and in walked Jughead and Betty Cooper. I stood up, unable to speak and I turned ready to run, tears welling in my eyes.

"Stop!" Fred called. I froze in my place and I turned to face the group, the whole group watching me. I needed help in this situation and I was hoping Fred would step in.

"Freddy, help me?" I asked "I can;t do this on my own." I added and he nodded.

"Archie, take Betty to the garage." Fred ordered. Betty refused to move and I looked over at her as she glared at me. I let out a slight chuckle as Jughead gestured for her to leave. She nodded, kissed his head and followed Archie out the back door.

"She's sweet." I smiled sadly. Fred nodded and chuckled.

"Like her mother when we were that age." He told me. My eyes landed on Jughead and I watched as he watched me.

"Freddy, what do I do?" I asked, my eyes never leaving Jughead.

"Talk to him." he shrugged. "Jug, you wanna say something." Jughead nodded but stayed quiet.

"So....Archie tells me you like to write?" I asked. Jug nodded. I moved to sit back at the table, next to where Fred was stood.

"I wrote a book." I told him. He seemed to snap out of his frozen state.

"Yeah?" he asked seeming to be interested.

"Yeah, I wrote it a little while after I left. I dedicated it to you and your dad." I told him.

"She really told you I was dead?" He changed the subject. I nodded and let out a sigh.

"Look, kid, when I saw the blood in the crib and Gladys holding the knife, my world stopped. I couldn't even comprehend what she was saying, my mind was just stuck on what I thought was my baby's blood until she told me to leave." It was quiet for a second. Then I finished my explanation.

"I loved you and your dad, I still do and if I had known you were alive I would never have left."

"I'm sorry." He sighed.

"What for, it wasn't you're fault, I just had to do what I could to keep the people I lived safe." I explained, "You know it never occurred to me that she was lying and that you were still alive."

"Well, she was kinda twisted like that." He told me.

"You're telling me, we are the same age and we went to school together. She was crazy back then."

"I don't blame you you know?" Jughead told me, grabbing my hand in his. "You were lied to and you thought I was dead."

"Thanks." I smiled.

"So, are you back, for good?" He asked and I shrugged. "Because It'd be really cool if I got to know my mum." He smiled.

"I'd really like it too." A voice caught me of guard. I looked up to see FP stood by the door and Fred was gone.

"When did you get here?" Jughead asked, I looked up at the man who shrugged.

"About the time She told you she loved us." he smirked. I looked up at him and he winked.

"You suck." I told him as he laughed.

"So, you gonna stay?" FP asked. I shrugged and nodded.

"I think I would. As long as you want me here that is.

"I have no objections." FP smiled. "Jughead?"

"I want to know you....What do I call you?" He asked looking between his dad and I. I shrugged

"Whatever you want I guess."

"Mum?" My eyes widened and I felt my heart skip a beat. I nodded.

"That's gonna take some getting used to huh?" I asked.

"You're telling me." Jughead chuckled.

"FP, Jughead, you guys staying for dinner?" Fred asked as he entered the room. The boys nodded and I smiled.

"You don't get a choice sis. You are staying here." He told me.

"Where am I going to stay?" I asked "You live in a two bedroom house Freddy."

"We have a spare room." Jughead spoke up. "Betty usually stays in my room anyway and..."

"You're welcome to it Y/N." FP added.

"You sure?" I asked.

"I have no objections, Jelly might be a little..."

"Jellybean lives in the basement anyway, she can stay down there is she doesn't like it." Jughead joked as he stood up.

"Great, so, where do you guys live?" I asked. FP and Fred looked at each other and then back at me smiling.

"We live next door." Jughead smiled as he walked out of the room, I'm assuming to tell Betty and Archie about my new living arrangements. . I let out a surprised laugh.

"FP Jones, living in the Northside, the sheriff of Riverdale and not longer the Serpent king, what the hell happened?" I laughed.

"I grew up." He smirked, walking over and sitting by my side.

"Well, I'm just gonna have to fix that." I smiled at him nudging his shoulder with mine making him let out a chuckle.

I let my mind wonder a little, thinking how happy I was gonna be here with Fred, Archie, Jughead and FP.

"What's on your mind?" Fred asked pulling me from my thoughts.

"Just glad to be back home"

"It's good to have you back."