Grey’s Anatomy / Riverdale AU
“The game. They say a person either has what it takes to play or they don’t. My mother, was one of the greats. Me on the other hand, I’m kinda screwed.”
Startled from sleep; the monotonous noise from blaring monitors in her dream, the cold morning chill circling around her naked body, covering it with only a thin layer of a throw she snatched from the dark haired man laying naked on her living room floor. Elizabeth Cooper was indeed, hungover, humiliated and late. Late for her first day of her brand new career; first year surgical intern at Seattle Grace Memorial.
Dragging herself up from the dusty couch, she scrambled to find even an inch of clothing before grabbing the bra the generous stranger handed her. “You have to go!” She said with a smirk and an urgency to be anywhere, anywhere but here. “Why don’t you come back down here and we’ll pick up where we left off?” The incredibly handsome, slightly older man said with a husky tone and filth lacing his every word.
“No seriously. You have to go. I’m late, which isn’t what you want to be on your first day of work, so…” she replied once again with urgency, trying get this naked stranger out and herself to where she needed to be.
He stood; His dark, thick hair falling perfectly with ease, tall, broad shoulders and chiselled torso. Putting his long and perfectly toned legs back into his pants. “So… You actually live here?” he questioned, a slight smile as he looked around the unpacked cardboard boxes and unorganised newspapers and furniture.
“No.” She replied, “Yes… kind of.”
“Oh… it’s nice… a little dusty… odd. But it’s nice” he added with a slight laugh, turning around and scanning the room for more items of his clothes. “So how, do you kind of live here?” he questioned.
“I moved two weeks ago from Riverdale. This was my mothers house, I’m selling...” She answered, with that rushed tone. “Oh I’m sorry.” He interrupted, his tone sincere. “For what?” she asked, tilting her head. “You said… was.” He stuttered, confused as to where this conversation was heading. “Oh… my Mother’s not dead… she just… you know what, we don’t have to do the thing…” he reached over to the couch, grabbing his shirt “Oh… we can do anything you want.” He replied, so matter of fact, as though they weren’t two strangers who had no idea of who the other was, as if they were deciding where to grab dinner tonight.
“No, the thing… exchange the details…” she began reeling; “pretend we care… look I’m gonna go upstairs and take a shower and when I get back down here… you wont be here.” She said, with a smile.
“So goodbye… errrm...” then there was silence. The two unfamiliar in name but not in body looked on at each other, the room filling with shame and awkwardness. “Jughead.” He said interrupting, holding out his hand to hers. “Jughead, right… Betty” She sniggered, taking his hand and shaking it. “Betty…” he replied climbing over the couch that separated the two, closing the distance, arrogance in his voice and a devilish grin on his face. “Nice meeting you.” Betty retreated, her head hanging down and the feeling of the embarrassed teenager she left back home in Riverdale, overcoming her. “Bye Jughead.” She added before darting up the stairs to rinse away the nights events, leaving the beautiful man she, merely 7 hours ago had her legs wrapped around.
