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1: In The Abyss

Chapter 1: In The Abyss

Five years had passed since his son moved away after graduating and five years since Jughead and Betty went their separate ways. During those years, Him and Alice had moved into a new house together. Things were going well until the day FP answered the phone.

"Hello?" The line lit up with both tones that made him uneasy.

"FP, It's Betty. You need to come to New Hampshire--" FP cut her off ramble.

"Why? I haven't spoken to you since you broke my son's heart!" FP spat harshly, not caring about her feelings getting hurt.

He had a lot to be angry about over the five years. Betty Cooper-Smith cheated on his son five years ago, leaving Jughead to fall apart. He still had a hard time getting around the fact his son almost lost his life that same year and she had the audacity to break his baby's heart. Alice stayed in contact with her, of course she had. Betty's her daughter. He'd be an ass if he didn't allow her to stay connected with her own daughter. He's not Hal Cooper. But FP Jones holds grudges and he tries to move on, but hearing her voice triggers it all over again. He had thought that he was over it, but he definitely never moved on.

"FP, please I think you really should hear me out. Something happened and Jughead's in danger." The words throw him off as he gripped his phone tightly in his hand.

"Danger?" He questions with uncertainty in his voice. He wasn't sure he wanted to know the outcome.

"Jughead got hit by a car... when he was coming to visit. Anyways, he really needs you right now. He's lost so much blood... they... they don't...." Her voice trails off as the word becomes definite. It didn't have to leave her tongue for him to know.

He doesn't remember Alice prying the phone from his hands or most of the ride to the hospital. He didn't realize that he was ready in Alice's car until they stopped at the parking lot. Alice's calm voice broke into his dark thoughts that had been consuming his head for the last hours since the phone call. He didn't bother asking why his son may have been visiting Cooper. He didn't care about that right now. All that he did care, or mattered to him right at that moment was his son.

When he arrived, the time hadn't shifted. He found Betty with tear stained cheeks. There was a part of him that wanted to demand why she had the right to cry, but he kept his mouth shut. It was only for the sake of his son. "Mr. Jones?" His eyes flew up and he saw the look on the doctor's face.

"Yes, is my son?"

"Hi, Mr. Jones, I'm doctor Spencer." The doctor's smile stayed sympathetic. " Mr. Jones, your son is still in surgery. Do you know what blood type he is?" Of course he knew his son's blood type was. He tried not to roll his eyes.

"B -" The Doctor's face grew," Are you sure? Because when we gave him B - blood and  he had a reaction to it."

FP's body started to twitch under the uncertainty in his son's doctor' voice. Him and Gladys are both B- and if he did the math right his son would be also B negative. He became unusually nervous as the doctor explained.

"He had a reaction to the blood transfusion. Usually when a patient - like Jughead in this situation - reacts like that it means that isn't his blood-type. Mr. Jones, we take precautions very seriously." Dr. Spencer explained more in depth as FP took a seat on the chair.

By time Dr. Spencer finished explaining it was twenty minutes later. Alice handled all the paperwork while he took a minute to step out of the building. He threw open the door and began sobbing. How could his son be in this hospital? His son was supposed to be at Yale or Harvard - studying not bleeding. This all wasn't making sense. He thought about calling Gladys. He found himself groaning internally at the headache that came from that. Although Jughead and his mother hadn't spoken since she left for her involvement in Fizzle Rocks, he thought maybe it was time.