MINE ༄ ❀ FP JONES (AU)

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MAEVE DIDNT WANT to leave Archie alone at the hospital. It would be cruel to leave him alone after she just told him his father was in surgery from being shot. It took an hour of convincing from Archie for her to go home and clean herself up—and that was only because he told her his friends were on the way.

She spent exactly 5 minutes in the shower, and getting dressed. She wanted to hurry because she wanted to get back to the hospital as soon as possible.

Maeve swung open the drivers door to the car, and hopped in. She went to put the key in the ignition but in the corner of her eye she noticed all the blood in her car. A audible gasp left her lips when she realized Archie had just been in this car where his fathers blood was covered in the passenger seat.

She couldn't go back to the hospital with blood covering the inside of her car, so she went back inside and grabbed a rag and some soap and water to wipe down the area as best she could.

Her hands still had a red tint to it as she drove back to the hospital. It made her stomach turn and want to throw up. When she arrived in the parking lot, there were other cars parked in the lot outside of the hospital.

Two motorcycles were the ones that caught her eye though.

She noticed the big one. It's been around since she was a teen. She remembered the nights were she was on the back of that motorcycle, staring up at the stars as the wind hit her face. Or, in the morning when she would hear the engine outside her trailer, ready to bring her to school.

FP was inside.

The thought of seeing him made her stomach to flips. It had been three years and they haven't dated since she left to go to University when she was 20. It was a mutual agreement between the two. They were still on good terms, and talked regularly throughout the years.

Even though she's older now, she still feels butterflies like a sixteen year old.

The other motorcycle must've been his sons. Jughead. She hasn't seen him since he was 13. Hell, she hasn't seen any of the kids since they were 13.

She recognized some of the other cars that were there. Like her sisters but she didn't really pay attention. She hadn't spoken to Alice since they were eighteen anyway, and didn't really want to.

Now that they were living here though, some things have to be done.

Maeve stepped out of her car, buttoning up her coat as the cold mix of fall and winter made her shiver. When she shut the car door she made her way through the doors of the hospital. Her face wanted to scrunch up when the smell filled her nose. She didn't notice the smell when she first came in—then again she was carrying a guy with a bullet wound—but now that her nerves were calmer, she could.

She hid her look of disgust when she entered the waiting room. She noticed Archie sitting on the chair surrounded by two girls. Betty was sitting on one side, and a raven haired girl was on the other giving him a hug. She assumed it was Veronica Lodge but she wasn't one hundred percent sure.

The palms of his hands were digging into his eyes and he looked exhausted. A frown made its way onto her lips as she made her way over. "Archie." She spoke softly getting the attention of the three. The young boys eyes were red and swelled, he was crying the whole hour she was gone.

"Any news about your Dad yet?" she asked, bending her knees so she would be lower to the floor. She sent a small smile towards her niece before looking back at him. The redhead shook his head, leaning his elbows on his legs so he could lean on his hands.

She sighed, she didn't think there would be any news considering it's been only an hour. Her hand squeezed his arm to try and provide comfort for him—though there was probably no comfort in the world that would help him besides his Dad being okay.

"Holy shit." a familiar voice sounded from behind her. She stood up quickly and turned around to face a teenage boy with his iconic beanie he has been wearing since he was seven. Jughead Jones.

Maeve let a small smile on her lips as she laid eyes on the sixteen year old. He was so tall now and had a bit of muscle—but she could still see that he was the same geeky kid from when he was little. "Jug."

The teen rushed over and hugged the women with so much energy. He missed her greatly since she left for New York again three years ago. She played a sort of motherly figure in his life ever since he was born.

They stayed there for a few seconds, their hug not breaking because Maeve wanted Jughead to do it first. Once he pulled away though she took his face into her hands and squished it. "Look at you. You've grown!"

Jughead grinned widely, "Yeah, that kinda happens when you get older."

Maeve stuck her tongue out at him playfully with a smile. But, her smile soon fell into a blank one when she seen the tall figure behind her

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"HEY, FP" MAEVE spoke softly, letting go of Jughead as she stared blankly at him. She wasn't sure what his expression was.

FP didn't believe what was coming out of Archie's mouth when he told everyone that Maeve was the one to be there when FP was shot, and she was the one to take him to the hospital. He wasn't under the impression that she was coming back to Riverdale any time soon.

He knew that she loved her job. She had become successful throughout the years and with that money she was able to help the serpents keep their trailers when they had no money. He was the one to encourage her to leave in the first place because he loved her, but he loved her being happy more—and staying in Riverdale while scrounging off of every cent they had just to get by wast going to make her happy.

But as he turned the corner and seen his son hugging Maeve—the women that he's loved since he was a kid he was in total awe.

When she laid eyes upon him his legs felt like jelly. He wanted to run up to her and swing her around on the air while he jumped with joy. He couldn't do any of that though—not when he could feel the eyes of the other parents on him.

Jughead looked between the two with a smirk, getting the hint that they needed to be alone right now. He ushered for everyone to move to a different area in the waiting room, glancing back at the two every now and then with a knowing smile.

"Hey, FP." she repeated, stepping closer to the man that she still held strong feelings for. A smile made its way onto his face as he set the cup of coffee on one of the tables and rushed over.

His arms enveloped her into his body and he lifted her up off the ground. His tight hold gave her so much comfort that she couldn't help but tuck her head between his neck and let out small cries.

His hand caressed the back of her head, his fingers running through her copper coloured hair. Everything she had bottled up from the last few hours started pouring out of his just from his touch.

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