Disclaimer: I do not own Scooby Doo, or any of the characters connected with it. I also do not claim to be an expert on the series, spin-offs, or movies. If I make any major errors, feel free to let me know…but please be nice about it. This is my first Scooby Doo Story.

Chapter One: When Good Dates go Bad

There was passion in the air. In the close confines of Casey's VW Bug the air was thick with the heat of short quick breaths. His tongue played against the soft lips of his date, his hands coursed through her soft brown hair. She was slightly awkward, and the 25 year old could tell she had very little experience, but that was alright. After all, she was a few years younger than him.

The date was going very well, they had gone to a movie…he'd already forgotten what it was, the film wasn't important. The movie had been followed by dinner at an old fashioned Ice Cream place, and then he'd driven her out here to this abandoned lot, Perfect for some quality time alone. She'd been a bit nervous at first, but he knew he could help her relax. They'd only been here for around fifteen minutes. It had taken a little while to get her warmed up to the idea of kissing him, but once he'd talked her into it, he moved in quickly. She was pretty cute, in that nerdy girl sort of way. That was why he had asked her out to begin with. Plus inexperienced girls like her were fairly easy to persuade by the date's end, if you know what I mean.

The brown haired girl pulled out of the kiss, a bright blush staining her cheeks as she adjusted her glasses, barely able to breath. She gave a slow gulp, shyly readjusting her glasses, her chocolate eyes shifting sideways to glance out the tiny car's rear window. In a timid voice she scarcely breathed out, "J-jinkies…"

"What?" Casey asked, a cute crooked smile upon his thin lips. He ran a hand through hair like black velvet, his blue eyes shined in the pale moonlight. She was cute when she got all awkward like this.

Velma simply shook her head slowly, "Nothing. Just…jinkies! I've never…well, I've never been on a date like this before!"

It wasn't that Velma hadn't ever been on a date before. She'd gone out with a couple guys, mostly fellow nerds. Members of the chess club, the president of the Science club, but never anyone like Casey! Casey, the blue eyed angel of the community college baseball team! The only pitcher in 20 years to pitch a no hitter wasn't exactly what she considered in her league. Men like this never paid attention to girls like Velma. Usually, they went after girls more like Daphne.

The brunette thought of her red headed best friend. She never would have gone out with Casey had it not been for Daphne's insistence! The plan had originally been for Daphne and Fred to come along too, a sort of double date. But at the last second, Fred had had to cancel.

Casey flashed Velma that dreamy smile again as he moved in closer, causing her to shift uneasily. Something about this date seemed just a little rushed to her. He planted a kiss on her lips as he whispered, "Hey, it's cool. Don't be so tense."

He reached a hand up to her shoulder, beginning to rub her back through the fabric of her orange sweater. Velma shrugged his hand off with an uncomfortable smile. Casey just shrugged, smiled at her again, and leaned in to continue the kissing. His tongue pressed into her mouth as he pulled her close. She returned the kiss a little awkwardly, not quite sure what she should be doing with her own tongue.

But then, things went from awkward to extremely uncomfortable. Casey began to slide one hand up the back of Velma's sweater, the other hand slid up her leg, coming dangerously close to the hemline of her skirt. The bespectacled girl pulled back sharply, eyes wide, "H-hey! What do you think you're doing!"

"Making out." Casey replied calmly, looking at her like she was stupid. "Oh, I get it. You really haven't gone out much, have you?" He let out a small laugh, "Still the big V? Haven't lost your innocence, huh?"

Velma blushed brightly as she pulled away, "That's none of your business!"

Casey grabbed her tight around the waist, pulling her close once more, "Don't worry. The Case-man can fix that. No need to be shy, Hun, I'll show you the ropes."

Velma tried again to pull away, "I got straight A's in biology…I think I know how it works! Now let go, I'm not interested!"

"Very funny," Casey said, though his expression was anything but amused, "Look, no one has every rejected me, and I'm not gonna loose my perfect average now."

He was hit with all the strength Velma could muster as she slapped him on the chest. He laughed as he ran a hand up under her skirt. However, his rejoicing was short lived as he received a stunning attack on a pressure point, leaving him in agony sprawled over the seats of his VW Bug.

Velma opened the door as quickly as she could, snatching her purse and running quickly towards the Mystery INC. headquarters. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she thought of what had nearly happened. The small handbag Daphne had loaned her was clutched tight against her chest as she raced through the dark.

"Man," Shaggy said to his faithful canine companion as he put the finishing touches on his triple-decker BLT, "like, without Freddy and Daphne…and with Velma out on a date…this place sure is quiet, huh Scoob?"

"Reah!" Scooby Doo agreed, nodding his head as he eyed his lanky friend's snack hungrily.

"Like, no way, man!" the scruffy looking youth said as he caught the Great Dane's gluttonous glance at his sandwich, "This is my snack! You make your own, man."

Shaggy laughed, turning away for a moment to get some mustard for his culinary creation. When he turned back, all that remained of his precious appetizer were a few crumbs. He slumped some as he looked at the large dog, an incriminating tomato seed still stuck on his maw. "Scooby Doo! You ate my sandwich!"

"Rho? Mre? Ruh-uh!" The Great Dane defended, shaking his hear, a hurt look upon his face.

"Well," Shaggy reasoned, "There's no one else here, so who else could it be?"

"Ri Runno." Scooby admitted, shrugging.

His human comrade sighed as an agitated growl emitted from his slender stomach, "Man, I haven't eaten in, like, hours. Let's go get some Ice Cream or something, 'kay, Scoob?"

"Roray!" the dog agreed enthusiastically. The two set out into the chill night air, not really caring that it was probably a little to cold out by now to get ice cream. Shaggy talked as they walked, and once and a while Scooby would bark out a reply. They talked about the usual things, which was better…Burger King or McDonalds, Dairy Queen or Brusters.

Suddenly Scooby stopped in his tracks, his keen canine senses having detected something his human comrade had failed to notice. "Relma!"

"Huh? What about Vel-" Shaggy didn't finish his sentence however, for at that moment a sniffling Velma ran right into him, sending both forms falling to the ground. "Velma? What're you doin' here? I thought you were on a date!"

The girl had lost her glasses when she fell, and was on her hands and knees, searching for her spectacles. She sniffled as she fumbled, blind without her lenses, "Oh! I was…"

It was then that Shaggy noticed his friend was crying. He spotted her glasses lying on the ground nearby and picked them up, taking her gently by the wrist so he could place the lenses in her hand, "You okay, Velms? What happened?"

"Nothing…" Velma lied as she kneeled, wiping her eyes and replacing the frames on her nose.

"You sure? Most people don't cry over nothin'," her friend replied, holding out a hand to help her up. A small sad smile crossed Velma's lips as she took his hand and climbed to her feet. It was good to have a friend after an experience like she'd just had, and she was glad she didn't have to walk alone anymore.

"Oh, Shaggy," She sighed and tried to keep from sliding into a fresh onslaught of tears, "It was awful! H-he…"

Her hippie friend looked at her full of concern. He knew he was no match for a jock, but so help him if anyone hurt Velma…or any of his friends for that matter… He braced himself for the worst as he asked, "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing. Really," She added with a small, reassuring smile, "He tried…but…I managed to fight him off."

"That's good." Shaggy said with a sigh of relief. He hadn't really wanted to pick a fight with a jock, it was a frightening idea, "Well, Scoob and I were going to get some ice cream. Wanna tag along?"

Velma nodded, glad to be in the company of friends. Scooby, who had been listening the whole time, showing his concern with a soft whimper and a nuzzle of Velma's hand, gave an excited pant at the renewal of their mission. It was off to get ice cream, and Scooby soon forgot the slightly neglected feeling he had had being ignored by Shaggy upon Velma's arrival.

Author's Note: Wow…I've never written such a long first chapter, lol. Please review. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. If any of you would be kind enough as to tell me if you know their age differences, I'm thinking Velma is about 21, 22 in this story. Also, yeah…the pairing is kinda obvious. Also note that, for the sheer fact that I HATE what they did to my poor Scrappy, I am pretending the first movie never happened! Or at least that it didn't end the way they had it end…I may make some reference to the movies though…I dunno yet just what its based on. Lol. Oh…what're their last names too, if you would be so kind?