Jabitha Oneshots

Mostly Ok

Set after Abigail/Cheryl attempts to poison Jughead.

*Phone call*

Tabitha: Hey Arch, what's up?

Archie: Hey, sorry to bother you but could you try and get home a little earlier today? There's been an incident with Jughead and-

Tabitha: Oh my god, is he ok?

Archie: Yeah, he's fine but it's probably easier to explain this to you in person.

Tabitha: I'm on my way.

"Why would Cheryl do something like this?"

Tabitha paced around the living room, tugging at the bottom of her ponytail as she talked. Ten minutes had passed since she arrived home and was briefed on the situation, initially reacting in the way any concerned girlfriend would; checking Jughead's pulse and looking him up and down, despite his claiming to feel "mostly ok".

"We don't know," Betty said, walking over and placing a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder "But Tabitha, you've got enough on your plate right now; let us handle this and you focus on helping Toni."

Slowly, Tabitha lowered herself down onto the couch beside her boyfriend.

"This whole thing's just... really shaken me. It all feels more real now."

Jughead pulled her head onto his shoulder, beginning to stroke gentle circles into her back.
"I know. But Tab, you're ok, I'm ok- just a little nauseous" he said quietly, "And we've got this super duo on our side, so what's the worst that could happen."

She took him in, from his sombre eyes to hideous, grandpa slippers, before leaning in and pressing her lips to his. He pulled her closer until she was all but on top of him.

Suddenly, Archie cleared his throat from where he and his girlfriend were standing on the other side of the room. A knowing look passed between them, and they both smirked, picking up their bags.

"I guess that's our cue guys, we'll see you tomorrow."

Jughead waved at them with his free hand. He didn't even bother to open his eyes.

"Thank-you for everything, guys, have a good night." Tabitha called after them.

For a moment, the room was silent. She slid back against Jughead's chest, feeling the rhythmic beating of his heart through his shirt.

"What should we do now?" he turned to look at her, his eyes sparkling.

Tabitha didn't hesitate. She sat up and pulled on his hands.

"Sleep, Jones, you need to keep all of your fluids inside your body for at least the next twenty-four hours."

"Don't you have to monitor my body carefully?" he whined as she stood up.

"Very funny."