A Falice Story

17. Mission, Not Impossible

"Polly, where are you?!" I practically yell into the phone. I can tell she's trying to be quiet, "I'm at a farm--the one I was telling you about...it started out nice but--they won't let me leave...they make us do all these weird rituals...please help me mom! I need to get out of here!" her voice cracks as she pleads. 

I take a deep breath, "Yes, sweetheart, of course. We will come get you--but you need to tell me where this 'farm' is?" It's silent for a few moments, "Pol? Honey, are you still there?" 

"Yes--sorry, I was making sure no one was coming. I finally found my phone. I'll turn on the tracking device so you can see exactly where I am," she whispers. FP has been listening to the conversation and gives me a confused look. I grab his hand, "Okay, okay, honey we'll come get you, I promise. Are the babies okay?" 

"They're perfect. They've both gotten so big," she pauses again, "I'm so sorry mom..." I can hear the sounds of soft crying on her end. "Polly, it's okay. I just want you home, with us. Where you belong--where the twins belong, okay?" She sniffles, "Okay. Oh, and mom--there's this guy, he's the leader here. You have to--"

The line drops. "Polly?! Polly! I have to what?!" I plead into the phone, hoping that the line isn't dead. "Great," I mutter. "What is going on?" FP questions, clearly concerned. I sigh, "Polly took off to that 'farm' after everything with Chic happened. Apparently she's trapped there and needs us to come and get her," I pause, "FP, I'm terrified of what could happen to her." He wraps his arms around me, "It's okay, Al, she'll be just fine. We'll go and get her and the kids and bring them home.  Everything's going to be just fine," he soothes. 

I sniffle, "Okay. Can we go now? She's two hours away from Riverdale, according to the tracker on her phone." He is about to say something, but Gladys enters the kitchen. "Is something wrong?" she asks noticing the expression on both of our faces. "I called my daughter--she needs us to bring her home. She's trapped at some cult-like farm about two hours away from Riverdale," I explain while Betty, Jughead and Jellybean listen in. 

"Wait, what? Polly's trapped there?! Are the twins okay?" Betty asks, panicked. I nod, "Yes, the twins are just fine." Gladys looks at me, "Okay--hold on. You have twins too?" Betty shakes her head, "No, the twins are Polly's kids." Her mouth drops a little, "Wait, you're a grandma?" Gladys says, amused. I glare at her and am about to say something back, but Jughead intervenes, "Not the time, mom." 

FP, taking charge as usual quiets everyone down, "Listen. We need to go get Polly and the twins as soon as possible. We don't know what this farm is, or who is running it, so we're going to have to be extremely careful--"

"Well, I really need to get going. I have a long ass drive ahead of me--" Gladys says, attempting to leave. "Gladys? We really could use extra backup." She looks at her clothing and then crosses her arms, "Well, shoot. Looks like I left my Mission Impossible outfit at home..." 

I stifle a laugh and FP smirks, "You can borrow something of Alice's--there, problem solved." I scowl at him, "Alice," he warns. "Fiiiiiine," I groan and lead her upstairs. I throw a pair of black leggings and a black zip-up jacket at her, "Here!" She catches them, "You know I was kidding about the Mission Impossible outfit, right?" I roll my eyes, "I can give you something neon instead if you prefer to get us all killed?" 

She pulls off her own jacket, "Okay, but do you really think this place your daughter has been living at is that bad? They're not going to...attack us are they?" Gladys asks, genuinely concerned. I sigh, zipping my jacket over my baby bump, "I don't know. Polly tried to warn me of something but the call got dropped."

I hand her a pair of tennis shoes and she sits on the bed to put them on, "Goddammit. How did I get mixed up into this shit?" I finish tying my shoes, "You're the one who told me I had to call my daughter, might I remind you." She stands up, "I know, I know. By the way--it went pretty good. The talk I had with Jughead and Jellybean." I smile, it wasn't forced either, it was a genuine one, "That's great. I'm glad it went well."