Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Scooby-Doo. Scooby-Doo and all realted media belongs to Hanna-Barbara.

Rating: T for some situtations

OCs: None
A/N: I am just going to have Scooby talk normal, but you can use your imagination to see the way he speaks normally. This is my first attempt at a Shaggy/Velma Fiction. This has been updated as of 05/20/2016

Velma Rogers nee Dinkley was feeling a bit unwell. She paused for a moment causing both Fredrick 'Fred' Jones and Daphne Jones nee Blake to look at her. She glanced at them before giving them a soft smile.

"I'm okay you guys nothing to worry about," Velma said quickly.

"You sure you are ok Velms? You look a little pale," Fred commented, looking at her closely with a slight frown

"Yeah I'm fine Freddie," Velma replied continuing on ahead.

"I think there is something up with Velma," Fred whispered into Daphne's ear.

"You aren't the only one," Daphne whispered back.

With in the next few hours they had trapped whatever creepy-crawly that was terrorizing the guests at the resort. It was the janitor. He was using the legend to make money so he could leave the country. As usual Velma had figured it out first, but not as early in the case as she normally did. This worried Fred and Daphne even more. Norville 'Shaggy' Rogers, Velma's husband, had taken some concern when she had spent the previous night in the bathroom, vomiting. She had made him promise not to tell Daphne or Fred, not even Scoobert 'Scooby' Doo, who went on a walk at that time.

"That was a great wrap-up to the mystery gang," Fred exclaimed as they all got into the famous Mystery Machine. Shaggy, Velma, and Scooby were in the back while Daphne and Fred were in the front.

As they drove back to Coolsville, Velma fell asleep with her head resting on Shaggy's shoulder. When they stopped for a quick break, Shaggy eased out from under his wife's sleeping form and gently covered her up with one of the many thick blankets that was stored in the back of the van. Scooby, Fred and Daphne were already out of the van. Shaggy glanced back at Velma, then continued outside. He wanted her to sleep a little bit since she didn't sleep the night before.

"Hey, like, Freddie?" Shaggy called out to the blonde.

"Yeah Shag?" Fred replied, pausing in his step, turning to look at the lanky man.

"Have you like noticed anything weird going on with Velms?" Shaggy inquired, nervously.

"Yeah she stopped in the middle of investigating for a few moments," Fred replied with a frown.

"She's unusually pale," Daphne chimed in, overhearing the conversation.

"Like you don't think-" Shaggy inquired leaving the suggestion hanging in the air.

"She very well could be, this isn't the first time she has kept a secret from us," Fred commented, with a slight nod.

"True but could it also be possible that she doesn't even know," Shaggy agreed, shrugging.

"Maybe," Daphne mused, "When we get back to Coolsville I am going to take her out with me."

"Dont say shopping Daph, you know how much Velms recoils at the mere thought of shopping," Shaggy pointed out.

"Shaggy?" Scooby inquired.

"Yeah Scoob?" Shaggy asked in return.

"Is something wrong with Velma?" Scooby inquired a frown across his muzzle.

"I don't know, buddy, I don't know," Shaggy replied as they headed back to the van.

For the rest of the trip Velma slept. Scooby laid by her side for the trip as well. He smiled when Velma rolled over in her sleep and hugged him telling him that he was a good dog. Shaggy sat up front with Daphne and Fred. Both Daphne and Shaggy kept glancing back every so often to make sure Velma was alright. Fred pulled into the garage of the large house that served as Mystery Incorporated's Headquarters and home. Shaggy carefully picked up Velma and carried her to their room at the back of the main floor.

Fred and Daphne were in the kitchen discussing on how much time they would have between mysteries. They both glanced up at Shaggy and Scooby when they walked in.

"How is she?" Fred began.

"Food borne illness," Shaggy replied glumly.

"Food poisoning? From where?" Daphne inquired, curious.

"Umm Scoob and I took her to an Indian food restaurant two days ago," Shaggy admitted sheepishly, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"And I should kick your butt for it Norville," Velma commented from behind Shaggy.

Shaggy flinched knowing that he was in serious trouble now. Velma only used his real name when she was angry or upset with him. Maybe he should have never recommended that Velma should try Indian food at that restaurant. She glared slightly at Shaggy before sitting down. Shaggy noticed that she was still pale, however her ears were a bright crimson.

"How long have we been back?" Velma inquired, looking at the blonde and the red head.

"About an hour," Fred answered almost instantously.

"Jinkies! The project," Velma exclaimed jumping up and going down to the basement.

"Well she seems to be over the food poisoning," Daphne muttered.

Two Months Later...

"Sick again?" Shaggy inquired as his wife hunched over the toilet bowl, the sleeves of her long orange nightgown pushed back.

Velma's retort was lost in a high pitch noise coming from the kitchen.

"I'll go see," Scooby said, then darted out of the room. Scooby hated seeing Velma or Shaggy sick.

"Are you going to be okay?" Shaggy inquired as he gently rubbed Velma's back.

"I better be, There's a game coming up," Velma replied as she pushed herself to a sitting position.

Shaggy chuckled a little. Velma was an avid ice-hockey player as well as a huge NHL fan.

"Don't you, like, have a doctor's appointment today to, like, have your shoulder looked at?" Shaggy inquired.

"Yeah at eleven," Velma replied, standing up and striding over to the closet.

"That's in two hours," Shaggy noted looking at the clock in the hallway.

"I know Shaggy," Velma commented as she changed clothes, from her orange pajamas to an orange short sleeved t shirt, blue jeans, and red converse with orange socks.

"So, Scoob, what was the noise?" Shaggy inquired of his four legged friend.

"Smoke detector," Scooby replied.

Velma looked at the watch strapped to her left wrist. She gave a small sigh as she glance at it. She moved quickly to the clock on the wall and moved it to the correct time. She apologized to Shaggy, gave him a kiss and darted out the door.

"Velma left in a hurry," Daphne commented as Shaggy walked into the kitchen

"She had a doctor's appointment about her shoulder. You know they won't let her play until she gets the all clear," Shaggy replied, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Morning Shaggy, Scooby, Daphne, what time is it and where's Velma?" Fred inquired as he came into kitchen.

"Doctor's appointment for her shoulder," Scooby answered

"It's ten thirty Freddie" Daphne stated, "A bit late for our usual wake up."

Velma arrived right on time for her appointment with Dr. Heath. He examined her shoulder. He had gotten a call from her two days earlier about a strange illness she had been having. He ran a few tests. Velma waited anxiously. After about an hour Dr. Heath came back, with a soft smile on his face.

"Okay your shoulder okay to play but I would recommend that you don't go back to playing for a little while," Dr. Heath said with a chuckle.

"Why?" Velma inquired, "If I'm cleared to play, then why are you recommending waiting for a while?"

"You see Mrs. Rogers," Dr. Heath said, "You're..."

Oooh cliffhanger! Aren't I stinker? If I get a review or two then I will continue with the story. Will you review for a Scooby Snack?