Hometown Horror
Chapter 1: The Coolsville Groove
Disclaimer: I don't own Scooby Doo or any of the gang. When I own a character I'll let you know. But until then, don't sue me, I'm poor.
A/N: I've been wrestling with myself over whether to post this or not. First off, I've only gotten as far as fough drafting up to chapter 3 of this story which looks like it will be eleven chapters by the way that I summarized it. But I've made some good progress recently and I feel like I'm on the right track. Then there's the fact that the chapters of this story are gonna be a lot longer than the chapters of its prequels. Some people just don't like long chapters but I have to admit I'm kind of proud of what I've written so far for this story. So I've been back and forth over whether it's the right time to post this but since the first chapter has been complete and edited for a while now, I'm just itching to see what people think of it.
Dedications – To everyone who read and reviewed "Family Matters" and "Mysteries and Miracles". Thank you all so much for your support.
Velma opened her eyes as warm sunshine streamed in through the opened curtains of the room that she and Shaggy now shared. She smiled softly as she rolled over in bed to find Shaggy already awake. He was lying there, watching her. He smiled when she noticed him.
"Hey," he greeted softly.
"Good morning," she replied as she sat up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and grabbed her glasses from the nightstand.
Scooby was still fast asleep on his dog bed by the window. Velma made sure not to disturb him as she tiptoed by on her way to the bathroom.
On her way down the hall she passed the door that lead to the room that Daphne and Fred shared. She couldn't help peaking inside through the partially opened door. Daphne was facing the door, a peaceful and serene smile on her face. Fred was behind her, holding her in his arms, most of his face hidden because it was buried in her hair.
Velma smiled to herself as she stopped spying on her friends and continued on her way to the bathroom. Things had been wonderful in the month since the group had returned from Connecticut. Velma had finally moved her things into Shaggy's room. The two had purchased a king sized bed and even though they didn't engage in certain activities, they still slept in the same bed every night.
At the same time that Velma and Shaggy had been in the process of turning his room into their room, Daphne and Fred had been converting Daphne's room into their own shared space. Velma chuckled to herself at the still fresh memories of the group helping one another move furniture, painting walls and assembling more than one unruly IKEA monstrosity.
The most surprising thing about the transition was how easy it seemed. The group of friends becoming a pair of couples didn't seem to change the dynamic as drastically as Velma had at first feared that it would. It seemed almost as if things had finally arrived at their natural conclusion, that the group of two boys and two girls had morphed into two couples was just a matter of simple arithmetic.
Of course that was only the way it seemed now. But the road getting there hadn't been a smooth one. Velma could still see faded scars from the crash when she looked at her hands in the right light and although her ribs caused her far less pain than they had a few weeks ago, it was still noticeable on occasion. She also still had nightmares about Chuck Joyce and there were nightmares about Alexis too.
She knew she wasn't the only one having nightmares. Shaggy too had been plagued with the occasional bad dream. No matter who would have the nightmare the end result would often be that the two would head down to the kitchen to endulge themselves in a cup of hot cocoa. Sometimes Scooby would occompany them.
Once, they had arrived in the kitchen to see Fred and Daphne already there. It was that night that Velma realized that they had all been affected by the events of the past few months. That night the group had confided things to each other and talked, really talke like they hadn't done in a long time.
Velma finished getting ready for the day and exited the bathroom. She made her way back to her and Shaggy's room. When she got there she saw Shaggy sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his guitar and plucking idly at the strings.
Velma grinned; it had been a while since Shaggy had pulled out his guitar. She walked over and sat down beside him on the bed "It seems like its still pretty well tuned," she remarked.
Shaggy looked up and smiled at her "Like, I was thinking that maybe I'd…" he trailed off and Velma noticed a slight pinkness creep across his cheeks.
"You'd what?" she pressed gently.
Shaggy's blush only seemed to deepen which caused Velma to giggle. He finally answered "I wanted to like write you a song."
Velma smiled, leaning forward she gave him a quick kiss "You don't have to do that," she assured him. Though she was flattered by the idea and secretly hoped that he would write her a song.
"Like, I know," he began, wrapping an arm around her and letting the guitar slide to the floor with a thud "But I want to."
Velma laid her head upon his shoulder "Okay," she conceded with a smile "What do you have so far?"
"Not much," Shaggy replied honestly.
XXX
Fred opened his eyes and gazed down at where Daphne was still sleeping peacefully. He was thankful that the night had passed without either of them having a nightmare. He only hoped that Shaggy, Velma and Scooby had been so lucky. He released his embrace and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. It was hard to forget the terrifying moments when Daphne had been precariously clutching at the sides of the elevator shaft. Even being able to feel her warm body pressed up against his didn't erase all the fear and panic that those feverish moments had caused him.
"Whatcha thinking?" a voice thick with the remnants of sleep asked from beside him as a hand found his under the blankets and gripped it tightly.
Fred turned and smiled softly at Daphne "Nothing," he lied.
Daphne looked at him skeptically for a long moment before letting the issue drop. She could tell without him admitting to it that he was still worrying about the same thing that had given them both nightmares for the past month. She simply squeezed his hand before sitting up "We'd better get dressed and downstairs before Velma and Shaggy come looking for us."
"Too late," Velma said as she passed by the open doorway with Shaggy.
"Don't forget," Shaggy called out "It's like Fred's turn to cook breakfast."
Fred and Daphne laughed before getting out of bed and proceeding to get ready for the day ahead, doing their best to leave the worrisome thoughts behind.
XXX
Scooby's tale twitched back and forth excitedly as the smell of apple cinnamon pancakes and eggs permeated the air of the kitchen. "Roh boy, roh boy," he exclaimed.
"Settle down Scooby," Fred laughed from where he stood in front of the stove "It's not ready yet."
"Like, that smell is enough to make anyone's stomach growl," Shaggy remarked.
Velma laughed as she set full glasses of orange juice on the table for everyone with the exception of herself. For herself she poured a glass of apple juice before she took a seat "I have to admit, those pancakes do smell delicious and I'm starving."
Daphne set out utensils for everyone and took her seat "Come on Freddy, we're hungry!" She began tapping out a beat on the table as she started chanting "We want food, we want food. The chant was quickly picked up by Shaggy, Scooby and eventually Velma who had to smile.
Poor harassed Fred flipped the pancakes onto a platter and slid the eggs out of the frying pan. He walked over to the table and held the platter high above his head, out of reach of the others "No one gets food until they stop acting like three year olds," he told them.
Shaggy and Scooby silenced immediately. Velma shut her mouth soon after. But Daphne, curious to see how far she could take the joke, continued to chant as Fred served the others. Fred couldn't help but grin at Daphne as he took his seat next to her. He piled food on his own plate.
Daphne stopped her chant and pouted at him "You're not gonna share Freddy?" she asked.
Fred grinned and held the platter out of reach "Maybe if you ask nicely."
Daphne's pout deepend "Please…?" she batted her eyelashes.
Fred grinned and served her before setting the platter in the middle of the table. "There," he said, patting her knee "Was that so hard?"
"So," Daphne said a few minutes later "Velma, you know your mom emailed me."
Velma groaned and looked down at her plate "You've got to be kidding," Velma's mother had been plaguing her daughter with voice mails, text messages and emails about when she would get to see the young sleuth again. Velma had responded that her schedule was pretty tight and she would have to get back to her mother. Now it seemed that Mrs. Dinkley had taken to harassing Velma's friends.
"No," Daphne replied, oblivious to Velma's discomfort about the situation. "She wanted to know if we've really been as busy as you've said we are."
"What did you tell her?" Velma asked, cringing in fear of the answer.
"I didn't reply yet," Daphne told her "I wanted to know why you've been telling her that we're so busy."
Velma felt her face growing hot. She reached for her apple juice and took a sip. "I…" she began. She turned to glance quickly at Shaggy. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and just blurted it out "I haven't told my parents about me and Shaggy."
"Oh…" Daphne said in realization, suddenly feeling horrible about the awkward position she had forced her friend into.
"Like, why not?" Shaggy inquired, looking a little taken aback by the statement. For a brief moment he wondered if Velma was ashamed of him.
Velma slid her hand onto his knee where it found his hand and the two intertwined "You know how my parents are," she sighed "I just don't want to deal with that right now."
"Didn't your mom have her heart set on you ending up with Gibby Norton?" Fred asked.
"Unfortunately," Velma remarked with a groan. The Norton's were an influencial family in Coolsville, almost as much so as the Blakes. Velma's mother would be very disappointed to see that her daughter had chosen Shaggy. Somehow Mrs. Dinkley had never really seemed to approve of her daughter's friendship with the young man.
"And Shaggy," Daphne piped up "Do you really want to face off with Velma's father and her older brother?"
Shaggy gulped hard at the prospect. The Dinkley men were imposing and protective of Velma and her younger sister Madelyn. Shaggy had already endured one long and very uncomfortable discussion with Joe Dinkley during his short and ill fated relationship with Madelyn. Madelyn was another issue. The two hadn't been together long but they had been serious. What would she think when she discovered that Shaggy was involved with her older sister?
"That's why I'm trying to avoid my mom," Velma explained "I don't want to go through all of that confrontation just yet."
"I'll go along with it," Daphne agreed "But you can't avoid this forever Velma. Sooner or later your parents are gonna find out."
"I know," Velma rested her head in her hands, her eyes focusing on her now empty plate "Trust me, I know."
XXX
"I don't know what to think Scoob," Shaggy said as he walked down the street with Scooby, in search of someplace to have lunch.
"Don't rorry about rit Rhaggy," Scooby assured "Velma roves rou."
"I know that," Shaggy sighed "But like it's confusing. Like I wish that we didn't have to keep secrets from her parents."
"Rave rou told rour parents?" Scooby inquired, turning to look directly at Shaggy.
Shaggy squirmed uncomfortably "Well, like, not exactly."
"Rot exactly," Scooby shook his head knowingly "Ruh-huh."
"Hey look," Shaggy said, pointing across the street and hoping that Scooby's attention would shift away from the topic of him and Velma "Like let's go to Lee Fung's for lunch," before Scooby could respond, Shaggy was already bounding across the street to the Chinese restaurant.
XXX
Fred and Daphne were strolling through the park holding hands. Daphne sighed contentedly. It was a lovely warm sunny August day. It wasn't too hot and the humidity wasn't high enough that it felt oppressive. The tall trees cast pleasant midday shadows as the couple walked along.
"Daphne," Fred murmured as they passed the duck pond.
"Mm-hmm?" Daphne replied, lost in the tranquility of the moment.
"Wanna go for a swim?" Fred laughed as he pushed his girlfriend into the water.
Daphne's head bobbed up and she glared playfully at Fred "Oh you are gonna get it now." In a flash she was out of the pond and chasing after her companion.
"You're too slow Daphne!" Fred taunted as he managed to remain just out of reach.
"You come back here!" Daphne yelled in a tone that was quickly becoming one of real frustration instead of playfulness.
"Catch me!" Fred insisted as he jumped nimbly over a park bench that blocked his path.
Daphne grunted as she leapt over the bench and launched herself at Fred. The pair tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Daphne managed to maneuver so that she was on top of Fred, straddling his thighs. She smiled triumphantly down at him.
"Looks like I caught you," she told him with a hint of laughter in her tone.
"Looks like it," he replied, smiling up at her. Before she knew what was happening he had sat up and wrapped his arms around her.
Daphne giggled when he kissed her neck. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly "I love spending time with you like this," she murmured.
"Me too," Fred replied as heran a hand through her hair.
XXX
Shaggy and Scooby walked into Mr. Sanchez's flower shop. The elderly Hispanic man smiled at the young man and the canine "Well hello you two," he pulled out a box of Scooby Snacks from behind the counter and tossed a few to Scooby "It's good to see you. How've you been Scooby?" he asked, reaching out and ruffling the dogs ears affectionately.
"Ri've reen fine," Scooby remarked with a grin at the kindly man
"Good to hear my friend," Mr. Sanchez smiled. He turned to Shaggy "And what brings you here Shaggy?"
"I just came to like buy some flowers for Velma," Shaggy replied.
Mr. Sanchez smiled "I thought I heard that the two of you were together. It's about time if you ask me. I'm glad to help you," Mr. Sanchez watched as Shaggy walked over to a row of flowers and picked up a bouquet of orange gerbera daisies "I see you didn't need my help after all," Mr. Sanchez smiled.
"Nope," Shaggy said proudly. He had known what Velma's favorite flowers were for years.
"That'll be five dollars and fifteen sense," Mr. Sanchez said as he rang up the flowers.
Shaggy handed over the money "Like thanks Mr. Sanchez," he told the older man.
"My pleasure," Mr. Sanchez smiled "I hope it works out for the two of you."
"Like, me too," Shaggy murmured with a shrug as he and Scooby waved goodbye to Mr. Sanchez and left the shop.
XXX
Velma had just left the library and was on her way to the grocery store. It was her turn to cook dinner for the gang tonight and she was musing over what she should make when she bumped into someone. She was about to apologize when she recognized the person she had run into and she suddenly believed that it wasn't an accidental encounter "Gibby," she remarked, sounding none-to-pleased.
Before her stood Gibby Norton. He was smiling at her "Hello Velma," he greeted "I'm glad that I ran into you."
Velma groaned "Yeah, literally," she murmured "What do you want?" she asked suspiciously.
"Well," Gibby began "I just happen to have acquired tickets to the new Egyptian exhibit at the museum. The artifacts are on loan from Prince Omar. If I recall, he is an acquaintance of yours. I was wondering if you would like to accompany me."
Velma rolled her eyes "Like a date," she remarked in an exasperated tone.
"If you want to consider it that way," Gibby eyed her hopefully.
"No," Velma told him straightforwardly "I'll go see the exhibit on my own time thank you very much." She began walking down the street once more.
"Are you sure?" Gibby asked as he followed her.
"I'm sure Gibby," Velma told him without turning around.
"But-" Gibby attempted to protest.
Velma pivoted around to face Gibby "I said no Gibby. Accept that you don't have a chance with me and get on with your life." She turned back and began walking again.
Gibby kept following her. He began to pick up the pace as Velma began walking faster to try to put as much distance between the two of them as possible "It's just one date," he kept pressing the issue "I'm sure that your beatnik boyfriend won't mind."
Velma stopped short and rounded on Gibby. She slapped him across the face "You watch what you say Norton," she warned him in a dangerous voice.
Gibby looked taken aback for a moment "You've got it bad Velma," he remarked eventually "But if I remember correctly, wasn't it not to long ago that Shaggy was involved with your little sister?"
Velma turned around without another word and sprinted towards the grocery store. Gibby smiled triumphantly to himself, feeling that he had won the argument and though he didn't get a date out of it, he had at least got Velma to start thinking. He turned in the opposite direction and began whistling as he walked off.
XXX
Velma groaned as she arrived back at the house with an arm full of groceries. She had decided that she would cook spaghetti for dinner. It was relatively simple to make and it was always a crowd pleaser. But though she didn't need very many ingredients for the spaghetti, once she had reached the grocery store she realized just how many things they were low on back at the house, including Scooby Snacks.
She was attempting to shift the bags to one arm so that she could reach her house key. She found herself unbalanced and was watching helplessly as one of the grocery bags seemed to escape her grasp and fall in slow motion towards the ground when fate intervened. Fate and one Shaggy Rogers. With keen reflexes the young man who had been coming up behind Velma just when she had paused at the front door, caught the bag in his arms.
Velma smiled as she unlocked the door "Thanks," she walked inside and to the kitchen where she set the other grocery bag down. She turned around to see that Shaggy had set the bag he had been carrying on the counter as well. He was staring at her with a goofy grin on his face and he had his hands behind his back.
"What are you grinning about?" Velma asked finally, closing the distance between them so that only inches separated them.
"I got you something," Shaggy explained. He chose to ignore the cheesy grin that Scooby Doo was flashing him from behind Velma's shoulder.
"You did…?" Velma questioned, standing on her tiptoes and trying to see what Shaggy was holding behind his back.
Shaggy wrapped one arm around her waist, affectively preventing her from peaking behind his back "Like, settle down," he chuckled as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.
Velma pulled away from the kiss far sooner than Shaggy wanted and pouted up at him "What did you get me?" she asked. She had to fight to keep her pout from morphing into a grin.
Shaggy grinned down at her and produced the bouquet of daisies from behind his back "Like, I thought you could use some cheering up."
Velma grinned widely as she grabbed the flowers and gave Shaggy a deep kiss. "You don't know how right you are," she remarked as she went to search for a vase to put the flowers in.
While Velma was searching for a vase, Shaggy started putting the groceries away for her. At the bottom of the second bag he found the three boxes of Scooby Snacks. He grabbed one and opened it. He tossed one to Scooby before he tossed one in his own mouth.
Velma came back with the vase just in time to see this act "Don't spoil your appetite," she warmed playfully as she filled the vase with water and stuck the flowers inside. She snatched the open box of snacks from Shaggy and "I'd better find a safe place for these before we run out again," she laughed.
Shaggy grabbed her and spun her around in the air "Like, nothing can spoil my apetite," he reminded her "You know that."
Velma laughed when he began tickling her. She threw the open box to Scooby "Run Scooby!" she squealed while Shaggy continued to tickle her mercilessly.
Shaggy began to pursue Scooby with Velma still in his arms. "Come back here Scooby Doo!" he called as Scooby laughed uncontrollably.
"Shaggy!" Velma twisted in his arms, giggling "Put me down!"
"No," he told her "You're the one who gave him the snacks. So it's your fault," he chuckled. Shaggy made a mad dash for Scooby who was perched about halfway up the staircase. But with Velma in his arms and with the both of them laughing hysterically, the collision was unavoidable. Shaggy ran head on into Scooby who was too distracted by watching the spectacle that was Velma and Shaggy to move out of the way. The three tumbled down the stairs in a mess of limbs and landed in a heap at the bottom.
Silence echoed in the front hall for a long moment as the three each wondered if they had mistakenly injured one of the others. The silence was broken by Velma's loud, clear laughter as she reached up and picked a Scooby Snack out of her hair. Velma's laugher opened the flood gates, Shaggy and Scooby soon joined in as they lay their in a pile on the floor.
Velma threw the snack she had pulled from her hair at Shaggy who gulped it down instantly "Look what you did," she laughed, finding it hard to get the words out because of her laughter.
"Like, you started it," Shaggy protested as he located another Scooby Snack sitting on the stairs.
Their laughter was interrupted by the front door opening and the entrance of Fred and Daphne. The two had been chatting when they entered but when they saw the scene before them, they fell silent. Velma and Shaggy stopped laughing and stared from one another to Fred and Daphne. Scooby extracted himself from the pile and backed up the stairs to survey the scene.
"I think we missed something fun," Daphne snickered, breaking the silence.
Fred was trying hard not to laugh but failing entirely "Why are there Scooby Snacks all over the stairs?" he asked, barely managing to keep from doubling over.
Velma turned beet red "We…" she sputtered as she avoided eye contact with her friends.
"Like, you see…" Shaggy tried to explain but words seemed to fail him as well.
Scooby, being the opportunist that he was, swept down the stairs and started vacuuming up the Scooby Snacks in his mouth. Shaggy was too embarrassed and stunned to notice or care. Velma retrieved the now half empty box from the floor and closed it. She stood up slowly.
"I'd better get started on dinner," she said as way of excusing herself. She scurried into the kitchen, leaving Shaggy to face Fred and Daphne by himself.
"So," Daphne prodded "What did we miss?"
"Like we got into a Scooby Snack chase," Shaggy remarked, hoping that the explanation would suffice.
"I hope you were a gentleman with our dear Velma," Daphne smirked.
Shaggy looked affronted by Daphne's insinuation that he might have tried something "Daphne," he said reproachfully.
Fred tugged on Daphne's arm "Give Shag a break," he told her.
Shaggy sighed gratefully "Like, thanks Fred."
"No problem," Fred replied "Besides, you wouldn't try anything with Scooby right there."
Shaggy hid his head in his hands "Oh boy," he murmured.
Fred and Daphne laughed "Shaggy, we're only teasing," Daphne assured him "We don't mean anything by it."
Shaggy stood up and brushed himself off "Like, I should go see if Velma needs any help."
XXX
Later that evening after dinner had been eaten, the dishes washed and Scooby taken for his evening walk, the group sat around the living room. Shaggy sat on one of the sofas with Scooby sprawled out beside him. Velma sat in between Shaggy's legs, her head resting on his chest. Fred sat in an armchair, Daphne sitting sideways on his lap, her head resting in the crook of his neck. The group were talking about the events of their day.
"So Gibby actually asked you out on a date?" Daphne asked, shocked by Gibby's nerve and appalled by the gesture itself, especially considering that Gibby knew that Velma was involved with Shaggy.
"Unfortunately," Velma remarked, not wanting to talk about the subject anymore. Shaggy had made her forget all about the things Gibby had said by his gesture of flowers and the chase that afternoon. The subject of Gibby had come up in conversation though near the end of dinner and Velma had offhandedly mentioned her encounter with the young man.
"That guy's like got the worst habit of showing up everywhere," Shaggy stated. Velma hadn't mentioned anything to him about Gibby until she had commented about her encounter at dinner. Shaggy was well assured that Velma loved him and that she had no tolerance for Gibby but still something about her silence on the matter bothered him.
"I wouldn't worry about it Shaggy," Fred put in confidently "Velma's always hated Gibby."
"Thank you Fred," Velma murmured irritated at Fred's need to state such an obvious fact. Did Fred think that Shaggy needed to be reminded of how much Velma really couldn't stand Gibby? Velma knew that Shaggy remembered all the times that Gibby had popped up and Velma had reacted negatively to his presence. Why did Fred want to make this his business?
"The Egyptian exhibit should be a blast though," Daphne quickly changed the topic, sensing that dwelling on the subject of Gibby was wearing heavily on her friends.
Velma smiled gratefully at Daphne before nodding "The artifacts are from a recently discovered temple. It should be quite fascinating."
"Like, we should check it out some time," Shaggy commented.
"We can go next week," Velma told them.
"Sounds great," Fred remarked.
Once again the conversation shifted to reminiscing about old adventures, most especially their time in Egypt with Prince Omar. Velma noticed how Shaggy seemed to hold her a little tighter during the tale of how she had posed as Cleopatra to scare off the artifact hunters. She felt Scooby moving closer to her as well. She placed her hand over Shaggy's and squeezed reassuringly.
It was about an hour later when the group decided to head to bed. Daphne had already begun to drift off against Fred's shoulder. Velma and Shaggy stood there, watching as Fred attempted to guide her off of his lap.
"Come on Daph," Fred urged in a sing song voice "Time to get off of Freddy's lap so he can move."
Daphne moaned and stubbornly refused to move "Carry me," she murmured.
Shaggy and Velma laughed and watched as Fred picked her up in his arms "Just this once," he told her as he headed for the stairs.
"Like, you say that every night," Shaggy called after Fred, still laughing.
"Shut up," Fred called back in a half joking tone.
"Come on Scooby," Velma snapped her fingers in front of the dog's face "Let's head upstairs."
"Rarry me," Scooby replied with a sigh as his head lolled to one side.
"That's like not gonna happen Scoob," Shaggy informed his buddy.
"Ro, rome on," Scooby begged.
Velma laughed as Shaggy put an arm around her "Sorry Scooby but you know that we're not as easy as Fred."
"Besides," Shaggy grinned as he locked eyes with Velma and shared a mischievous look "There are like certain things that we just can't do with you in the room."
Scooby buried his face in his paws "Ri did rot need to rear rhat Rhaggy," he groaned as he slid off the couch and onto the floor "Ralright, ret's go."
XXX
Velma entered the bedroom to see that Scooby was already fast asleep on his dog bed. Shaggy was sitting up in bed, waiting for her. She slid onto the bed beside him and allowed him to wrap her in an embrace "Are you alright?" she asked him, sensing that something was amiss.
"Yeah," he nodded "But like, all that talk about Egypt…"
Velma sighed, taking off her glasses and placing them on the bedside table "I know," she began "I wanted so badly to tell you what I was doing but it was too dangerous…"
"Like, it was too dangerous for you to be going it alone," Shaggy told her.
"I wasn't alone," Velma countered reassuringly as she placed a hand in the middle of his chest "Prince Omar was in it with me." Shaggy murmured something under his breath before Velma continued "And no matter what, you and Scooby and the others are always with me," she moved her hand from his chest to grasp one of his hands. She brought it to her own chest "In here. You've always been in here Shaggy."
"Same here," he told her with a soft smile "But like just the same I'd prefer it if you were always here too," he pulled her close to him.
"Same here," Velma smiled. Later that night as she drifted off to sleep Velma thought to herself that things in her life were just about perfect. She couldn't know that the peaceful existence that the gang was enjoying for the time being was about to be turned on its head and once again they would find themselves in the midst of another life threatening mystery.
A/N: So that was chapter one. I would very much appreciate it if you would let me know what you think. Also, I would like to ask for your patient with me. I'll hopefully post chapter two next Saturday night. I will hold to that as best I can but don't be afraid to PM me and give me a little push.