Summary: Shocked by her reveal, Archie and the gang now have to worry about hiding Y/N from Hiram. Archie discovers Fred was aware of her survival. Jughead confronts Betty.
Note: Reunited at last! Of course, Archie and the gang are going to be a mix of ecstatic and shocked to find the reader alive and everyone will have to deal with the new wave of drama on its way. (This also isn’t going to be following the plot of season two. But oh. My. God. Season two is so amazing!) Wanted to get one last chapter in before the hiatus was in full swing. Enjoy and I’ll be writing as fast as I can to get back to you guys!
He couldn’t breathe. It felt as if everything had completely come to a halt, the world around him frozen in place. You watched him in fear. Afraid of his reaction, afraid that he would hate you. But instead of anger, his eyes filled with tears and he threw his arms around you, crying into your shoulder. His arms tightened with every sob, clinging to you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. You felt all of the emotion from the past few weeks hitting you all at once. All the longing to hear his voice, to feel his lips on yours came rushing back.
“I’m sorry.” You sobbed, tangling your fingers in the ginger hair you never thought you’d touch again. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re alive…” Archie muttered breathlessly. He slipped his hand behind your head and pulled your lips into a kiss filled with so many emotions, it was hard to tell them apart. Relief. Joy. Fear that this moment would be ripped away from you just like it had been before.
“How is this… How are you…” Veronica stammered, the three of them standing in shock. All of them had tears streaming down their faces. Archie stepped away from you and almost immediately, Betty and Veronica tackled you in another hug.
“I thought I was never going to see you again.” Betty whispered, her mascara staining her cheeks. Veronica trembled, relief washing over her. The two split apart, revealing the boy trying to keep a strong face, but his eyes gave him away.
“Hi Juggie.” You said, pulling your best friend into your arms. His strong demeanor fell apart as he latched onto you. The worry and panic of being found slowly faded to the back of your mind. That is, until a voice came from down the hallway.
“Fred would rush off for a holiday and call me and say: ‘Hey, ready to do another?’ And I didn’t have the sense to say that I was too tired. Those times were murder for me. Oh, I adored Mr. A but all the hard work…the 5 a.m. calls, the months of non-stop dancing, singing and acting. We just worked it out and had a lot of fun and got very exhausted. And Mr A was quite divine.” – Ginger Rogers, in a 1987 interview with Tim Satchell
Still standing: Fred Astaire’s childhood home on 2326 South 10th Street in Omaha, Nebraska. He was born at home, and there were complications. His sister Adele said: “He was born too big a baby, and then he deflated like a balloon.”