Word Count: 816
Fandom: Archie Comics Pairing: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones
Prompt: Bodyguard AU
Jughead Jones was a pacifist. In general, he wasn’t a big fan of wars, militarization, or violence. Personally, he avoided confrontation (which was easily done since his social group was small and carefully curated through years of hard work and weeding), ignored gossip and petty arguments, and tried to be a decent enough person to get by in daily situations without pissing other people off.
Getting angry and holding grudges? That took more energy than Jughead cared to expend.
So, yes. He was a pacifist (and, arguably, lazy).
Which was a major contribution to his current confusing predicament.
Fingertips resting lightly on the keyboard of his laptop, screen flickering with a stream of updating data points and graphs, Jughead was distinctly aware that he had spent the last ten minutes distracted beyond explanation.
His eyes continuously tracked back and forth between his screen and the individuals conversing quietly on the other side of the room. They weren’t purposely being a distraction. In fact, they were being over considerate–always considerate–since day one of this whole fiasco, taking the least amount of space possible while still remaining fully aware of every change within a five block radius.
The gentleman–Jughead couldn’t seem to remember his name–sat in the love seat, body angled towards the coffee table where his own laptop stood open. It was connected to every CCTV feed in the area, enabling them to track individuals entering and exiting the building. Jughead was the one to install the facial recognition software, automatically populating a spreadsheet with facial descriptions for every person caught and identified on camera.
Dark skinned, suit jacket unbuttoned and tight across his shoulders and arms as he worked, Jughead could objectively recognize that he was a nice looking guy. Clean shaven, a flash of perfect white teeth when he smiled or talked. What most people envisioned a bodyguard to look like.
But Jughead’s attention was riveted on his partner. Petite, elegant, and terrifyingly strong, she stood at the glass door that lead out to a small veranda. The sun cast fiery gold highlights along her hair, cheeks, and graceful neck. Like her partner, she was slightly dressed down. Tailored jacket hanging on a nearby chair, shirt rolled efficiently up to her elbows. The way she stood angled to him, Jughead’s eyes were helpless in tracing the neat lines of her neatly pressed trousers, dark vest, and the worn leather straps that kept her firearm secure to her side.
With each shift of her breath, the sunlight gleamed against the exposed metal of her glock. And, boy, was it getting hot in here or was it just him?
Betty Cooper had been assigned to his bodyguard detail two weeks ago. They rarely talked beyond the standard “good morning/good afternoon” they exchanged on a near daily basis. From what little bit Jughead was able to glean from a quick internet search, she used to be Agent Cooper with the FBI, a highly effective agent with a high success rate in bringing criminals to justice.
There was just a single, short clip of her in action on a local news site. Blond ponytail whipping in a soft arch along her crown as she efficiently disarmed a man nearly twice her size, sweeping his legs from beneath him and pinning him to concrete with a knee in his back.
She didn’t even draw her own gun, which stayed strapped to her person.
Jughead might have that video ripped and saved onto his hard drive.
Betty’s voice brought Jughead back to himself, blue eyes glancing at him just momentarily before he snapped his attention back to his laptop.
His face burned just slightly at the amusement he glimpsed on her face, mentally chastising himself. This was unlike him at all. His best friend was the womanizer, the one who bothered to notice any female near his person.
This was not Jughead.
Jughead’s body barely seized as he tried not to physically jump in response to Betty standing by his work station. She smiled down at him, ponytail hanging over her shoulder. “We are sending Mr. Clayton on a coffee run. Is there anything you want to request?”
Her arm reached up to adjust a leather strap, bringing his eyes to the handle of her gun once again, the handle snug against the side of her breast.
Oh god. Her breast.
“You haven’t had anything to eat or drink in the last four hours.”
Jughead’s eyes snapped back up to her face, mortified. “Uh-”
She tilted her head. “A bagel, perhaps?”
He cleared his throat, swallowing his sudden nerves. “Two bagels. And a coffee. Black. Thank you.”
With a smile, Betty nodded at him before walking back to her partner, giving Jughead a perfect view of the holster straps criss crossing her back.
Jughead squeezed his eyes shut, the glint of sunlight on metal burning behind his eyelids.
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