This is my first Riverdale fic, but my God do I love this show. I am particularly obsessed with FP/Alice, so if that's not your thing, this is not the story for you. I just finished watching the new episode, and I am shook, so I'm writing this short little oneshot to make something happen that should have happened in the show.

She stumbled out of the Wyte Wyrm, her heart racing and her stomach lurching. She was dizzy, and she couldn't quite see straight. The only thing that was running through her mind was terror.

Betty had done the serpent dance.

As the realization hit her again, Alice fell on her hands and knees next to the dumpster behind the bar and emptied the contents of her stomach onto the ground. Tears filled her eyes as she remained on the ground, dry heaving and panicked. She felt another wave of nausea coming on, and someone appeared and held her hair back as she once again became sick. It was only after a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and hauled her up that she realized she was crying, her entire body shaking with the force of her sobs.

"Oh God, Ali." She buried her face in FP's chest, letting go of her inhibitions for the moment and letting her true feelings shine through.

"What the hell was she thinking?" she sobbed, gripping his leather jacket tightly. She felt FP's arms tighten around her and his lips press against the top of her head.

"I don't know." he replied into her hair. "But I swear nothing will happen to her."

"They can't...they can't turn into us FP, they can't." she whispered. "I look at them, and all I can see is us, and it scares me." She looked up, her watery blue eyes meeting his brown, and for a moment it was like they had gone back in time. He pressed his lips to hers softly, giving her the option to pull away if she wanted to.

She thought about. She knew she should, really she did. She was married, and this was wrong. But she didn't want to be Alice Cooper tonight. She wanted to be Alice Smith. Just a Southside girl in love with the town's resident bad boy. So she made a decision based on that desire.

She opened her mouth, inviting him in as her arms snaked up around his neck. She moaned into his mouth when he pushed his tongue into hers. God, she had missed him.

After a few minutes, they both pulled back, though they didn't go far. Alice tipped her head forward, resting her forehead against his, her eyes closing as she breathed heavily.

"I'm so sick of losing people FP." she said quietly. "I can't lose her too." FP lifted his head, placing a kiss on her forehead. He repeated the action on her nose and then placed another long kiss on her lips.

"You won't Ali." he replied once they had pulled back once more. "She's gonna be just fine."

"You don't know that." she denied, shaking her head. Her blonde curls bounced with the movement, and FP felt his hand move up of its own accord to tangle in them.

"I do know that." he rebuked her, gently tugging on one of her curls. "Because I'm gonna keep an eye on her. And I'm not gonna let her do any stupid shit like you did back in the day." Alice looked into his eyes, her own conveying all the emotions she knew she could never express again.

"Promise me?" she requested softly. FP pushed her hair behind her ear, leaning in for one more long, slow kiss.

"I promise."