Betty and Jughead were sitting on the couch stunned over what they just heard. "So your telling me your...my brother." Betty repeated herself for about the third time.
"And Jugheads." Charles nodded wanting to move on to the more important topic. "I can't believe this." Jug sighed adjusting his beanie. "On a larger note..."
"What else can be bigger then our parents doing each other!" Jug cringed as soon as the words left his mouth."We have to save Alice from the farm." Betty chuckled at his comment. If only he knew what they have been though. "Been there tried that."
"She is safe to leave now. We have enough to arrest the farm and she can come home." Charles shrugged looking at the dumbfounded teens.
"She won't listen to you." Jughead shook his head. "She has been working for me. I bet you she will." He winked and headed for the door, Betty and Jughead trailing behind him.
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"I do need a favor though." Charles looked over at Jug driving to the police station. "I need to contact the sherif here. It's his jurisdiction." Charles pulled into the old station."Well thats funny..."
"We now him very well." Betty cut Jughead off leaning over the center consul.The three walked into FP's office hoping he doesn't notice who Charles is. "Hey boy, Betty." He smiled and put down paperwork. "This is agent..."
"Agent Smith." Charles shook FP's hand."I am here to help remove the farm, but I need permission on your jurisdiction."
"I'll be happy to help." FP smiled and turned to grab his jacket."Your first name...is it..."
"No time for that mr.Jones. Let's go save my mom." Betty pushed him out the door and into the cruiser.
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"This is the place?" FP asked looking at the old abandoned building. This was definitely a down grade from the sisters. "They had to come back to their original spot." Charles shrugged leading the group closer."Look, I don't know how Edgar will react..."
"I couldn't care less about his feelings right now." Betty clenched her fist tight, speed walking in front of everyone."Just like her mom." FP shook his head while the three of them tried to catch up.
"Alice!"
"Mrs. S!"
"Mom!" The four of them yelled as soon as they entered. The place looked as if no one was there. The clothes were scattered and rooms were empty."Ok split up. Find my mom and run back here within five minutes to regroup if we can't find her." Betty took off down the hall, trying to find a puzzle room or crying babies.
"God damnit Alice, why couldn't you have just come home." FP growled throwing every door open the was in his sight.
"Oh thank goodness." Betty sighed with relief, seeing her mom holding Dagwood. "Betty what are you doing here." Alice whispered pulling her daughter into the secluded room.
"I'm busting you out of here." She packed up all the baby clothes she could find leaving all of her moms hippy wardrobe behind.
"You need to leave before they see you." Alice hissed. "Not this time. Your whole families here." She smiled sarcastically. Alice looked at Betty puzzled, but she just waved it off.
"I'll explain later." Betty sighed and rushed Alice to the entrance. "Betty what were you talk..."
"Alice your ok." Charles smiled as they met up with the rest. "My baby." She smiled and hugged him."Glad your ok mrs. S" Jug smiled and patted her shoulder. Alice looked over at Jughead and his father. Her eyes couldn't help, but tear up at the memory of the last time she saw him.
"We can catch up later...let's run now." Betty ushered everyone into the cars. What Alice didn't intend to happen is being stuck alone in the cruiser with FP.
"So, how have you been?" FP questioned trying to kill the awkward silence. "Not a great question to ask a person who is running away from a cult." She shrugged looking out the window.
"Right...ya uh, I had to come help with the FBI kid...who you apparently know well." FP tapped the steering wheel afraid of traveling down this road again.
"Yes Charles, my son." She cleared her throat attempting, but failing to keep her tears from falling.
"Your son? I would like to think I have some title." FP sighed peaking over at the broken woman. "Your sperm had a title and that's about it." She smiled sarcastically.
"That's not fair. I didn't know." FP growled. "You have no right to hide him from me now. He found you, he would eventually find me too."
"I know." Alice choked. "Your his father." She played with her hands hiding her wet cheeks.
"I would love to meet him Al." FP smiled and grabbed her hand. For about two seconds he thought it was back to normal, until she ripped it away.
"You don't get to call me that anymore." Alice growled. "You can give your wife a nickname." She stared cold as ice out at the road in front of her.
"I don't have a wife...not anymore, but I am sorry Alice. You have to believe me on this. I think it is one of the most dumb decisions I have ever made." FP sighed clutching the steering wheel.
"You divorced?"
"As soon as I realized you were right." He sighed. "She was only back to use my as a 'get out of the law' free card." He growled thinking of how oblivious he was."I told you." She sighed looking over at him. "I deserve that." FP chuckled meeting her eyes for the first time. "You want to meet him?" Alice smiled genuinely, for the first time in a long time. "I would love to." His smiled matched hers as they walking into to Pops.
"Hey kids." FP smiled and looked over at Charles. He had a feeling that was his boy right from the start. "Hey FP." Charles smiled watching his parent scoot close to each other.
"Charles this is...your father." Alice smiled. It felt good to get that off her chest. "It's nice to finally meet you. Alice told me great things about you...sometimes a little to much." Charles chuckled.
"How did you find him?"
"He found me." Alice smiled and squeezed Charles hand. "I can't believe it." Jughead gagged making the table laugh."Well you better start boy." FP stuck his tongue out, placing his arm around Alice's shoulder. "You two are?..."
"Figuring things out." Alice shrugged."That's ok right?" FP looked between the two teens. "It's not the weirdest thing to happen in riverdale so, sure." Betty chuckled.
"Just don't make breakfast, lunch, or dinner weird and I'm ok with it."