Author's Note: Hey everyone! I was listening to some music the other day and got inspired to do a story based off of an instrumental song I've recently been addicted to, ha-ha! But anyways, this is not a Fraphne fanfic! However you never know when hints or much more could be seen in my stories, but as an overall whole this story is souly about the ENTIRE GANG. I have to admit that I don't do these often, but this one is def. MY FAVORITE so far. It's sooo different compared to what I normally do. It's darker and just more intense than ever before. It's stepping outside my element, but I'm hoping it will be exciting to read for everyone. If I get 5 reviews or more tonight I will post the second chapter tomorrow. :) READ AND ENJOY NOW!

Arise & Defeat

Chapter One

"This is unlike anything we have ever seen" a masculine voice said, staring at the radar in front of him. "The world as we know it could be changed dramatically if something isn't done." A woman confirmed. A broad man in uniform shook his head. The light of the monitor lit his face in the dark room. "No. It's worse than that." He stated, placing his hand on his chin. "If we don't take the proper action this could be the end of the earth." Silence filled the air, weary looks were exchanged. "Put the President of the phone. We have to set a plan immediately. The supernatural isn't something the military has been trained to take care of. Mindy, what are the results of your extensive search?" General of Air Force in the U.S. Military requested. "Sir, I've found few organizations that have had successes with the supernatural, but there's one in particular that have succeeded a great deal in mystery solving and crime busting the supernatural cases in record amounts." The brunette said. "Who are they?" He asked bluntly. She typed at her keyboard, bringing up a lengthy description along with a photograph. "Mystery Incorporated, sir." She answered. "They've solved close to 100,000 cases around the world. It's a group of teens adults and their Great Dane. But there's no record of them in the last six years..they could have went the private route in their career ." He scanned the photo, nodded and then looked her in the eyes. "Find them and bring them to the White House. Explain that this is a secret mission they've been called to do and you're not able to go any further into details until their arrival." He said. "Yes sir." He gazed into the frightening facts on radar. "These kids are the world's hope of survival."

"You've been acting strange all night. Just tell me. What's going on?" A man of average height said, slipping her hands in his larger ones. He was a brunette with pale skin and a pair of glasses that complimented his green eyes. "John, it's nothing to worry over." The petite said softly. He planted a gentle kiss on her freckled cheeks. "Vel, I know you better." He whispered in her ear. She fixed her thick-black framed glasses back on her face, and turned staring into his eyes. "The White House has requested my presence on a top secret mission." She admitted. He smiled. "Look at you, getting requests from the president." He teased. "Now tell me the truth." She shook her head. "That is the truth. I'm not sure why me or what's going on, but I feel I need to investigate this further before hoping on the private jet tomorrow." She said. "You are one of the scientist of our time, they probably need you to examine something." Her unfailing husband smoothed. "If it's from the White House, it's real and if what they're saying is true, they need you there." A small smile appeared on her face. "Thank you John." She said, pressing her lips on his.

"I leave tonight, I want to make a good impression." Velma explained, excitement of the suspense in her journey evident in her voice. He grinned, she was doing what she love to do most and it made him excited for her. "I'll help you pack." He offered. "Thanks for everything you are to me John."

"Another agonizing day come and gone, Lyns." The muscular man sighed, the gentle breeze ran through his lush blonde hair. "Hard to believe it was three years ago today when we tied the knot and just three months after we discovered you were pregnant." He said softly, placing a bundle of flowers in the grass. "Happy three year anniversary darling." He whispered, a lone tear sliding down his worn face. He laughed breathlessly "if you were here you'd say "Freddy Jones, get a hold of yourself, stop crying about me for nothing..I'm fine"...you always hated to see me cry. Though you're almost the only one that ever has." He said. "You left my side too soon...I really could use you tonight Lyndsey" He placed his hand on the cold stone of her grace, resting his head on it carefully. "But I know you're busy in Heaven, rocking our little ones. Telling them how much I love them and miss them." He spoke gently, the tear sliding down her gravestone. "Life is rough down here, but it's the little things you told me when you were here that keep me going everyday. You never wanted me to give up and give in, you knew I needed to be strong and courageous because you knew I could be, for you." He whispered. "Kiss our little ones tonight, and tell them to give you a hug and kiss from me..I love and miss you Lyndsey." He sniffed, digging out strength in himself to stand up. "I'll replace your flowers again when I return from the top mission I'm requested for.." He said, blowing a kiss into the night evening sky.

"Alex McGuire" She said firmly, sliding her I.D. in front of the police officer. He nodded. "Right this way." He confirmed, unlocking the volt like door and entering into a dark hall of prison dorms. The dark circles under the eyes of the guilty followed her as she walked closely behind the policeman. "Here is the seat, I'll go get him." He inquired, unlocking yet another door and disappearing into the other room. She looked through the thick wall of glass where she anxiously awaited the arrival of a ratchet human being. She tapped her freshly pedicured nails on the small desk. Her heart beat on her chest so hard she could barely breath. "Here he is." The officer informed, speaking through the phone on the opposite side of the glass wall. She exhaled heavily then grabbed her notebook and pen. The man that sat in front of her was near unrecognizable. His once deep brown hair had been buzzed cut to near nothing. His charming face was now filthy and resembled a heavily drugged person. His blue eyes remained the same, daring, but full of lies. "Mr. McGuire-" she began, holding the corded black phone to her face. "Please, don't be so formal Daph." He interrupted, the rough sound of his voice sounded like nails screeching a chalk board in her ears. "It's Daphne Blake to you. Don't you dare call me that again." She said firmly, anger in her voice. He cackled, flashing a mischievous grin at her. Daphne gritted her teeth. "You know Daphne, you're pretty brazing to come in here and expect an interview from your ex." He said cooly. A chill crawled up her spine, his voice, his words...he was so wicked. "I'm capable of more than I've ever received credit for." She replied. "I've gotta admit, not many could come look their cheater, abuser and kidnapper in the eyes." He muttered, scratching his unshaven chin. "Or at least that's what you claim I am." He stated. "I know it's what you did." She snapped. He laughed slightly. "Whatever Daphne..you're the idiot that fell for me." She shook her head slowly. "You never will be anything more than a broken little reporter that goes around getting the scoop on her exes. You're pathetic!" He laughed. Daphne clutched the phone. Unable to find courage to speak she slammed the phone on the hook. "Officer, I'm finished." She said, exiting the room.

"I don't care if it's a scam at this rate, Washington D.C, here I come.." She sighed, sliding into the seat of her car.

"This is heavenly." Sydney a tall model material woman sighed, taking another bite into the strawberry flavored cake with gorgeous decorative icing. Shaggy grinned. "I made it to taste the way you like, make me feel." He said shyly, gazing into her breathtaking green eyes that shimmered in the light of the candles that were scattered across the table. "Happy Birthday sweets." He said sweetly making her smile. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble for me." She said innocently, sweeping her long strawberry blonde hair full of curls behind her. The room was filled with balloons and presents, lit with candles and decorative lights. Their friends and family filled the atmosphere, bringing joy to both their hearts. "Scooby and Sandy have really hit it off, expecting pups and all." Shaggy said, glancing over at the Great Dane and Golden Retriever munching on cake. "Watching them makes me realize how precious it is to have someone you love with you all of the time..and Sydney I..I like can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend my life with everyday.." He began, reaching for her skinny hands and kneeling onto his knee. "Sydney Natalie Matthews, will you be my groovy little wife for the rest of my life?" He asked a kindly, opening a beautiful box that held the gem of their engagement. Tears in her eyes of happiness Sydney nodded, smiling brightly as Shaggy slid the diamond on her ring finger. She wrapped her long arms around him, squeezing him tightly. "I love you Shaggy Rogers!" She cried happily, kissing him passionately. He grinned, pulled her in as close as possible. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He whispered in her ear. She nestled her head in his chest, locking hands. "You made me a better man, more daring and courageous than I ever knew I could be. I've never loved someone so much in my entire life." He expressed. She kissed him once again. "I'm yours forever, I promise." She said. "Like Syd?" Shaggy interrupted. "Scooby and I have to leave tonight. We're wanted at the White House. I'm hoping it's an award or nomination for the restaurant, but like I don't know.." She grinned. "Call me when you know." "Like, you're not angry I'm leaving on your birthday?" He questioned. She laughed. "You threw me an incredible party then proposed to me. How could I be mad? Soon enough we'll be together forever, so I can give you this time." She teased. He laughed. "Scoobs, tell Sandy goodbye. We've gotta get going."

In the night sky four private planes flew, heading to one place. Washington D.C. to carry out one mission...save the earth from destruction of the supernatural.

Tomorrow a mystery like no other would begin to be unfolded.

TBC

A/N: I've already started the next chapter and I'm quite excited to see what you guys will think of this story. It's a lot different than my usual, but I love the change. This is going to be a little bit sad and darker compared to what I normally would write. Please review, it motivates me to write better for those whom care enough to take some time and let me know how they enjoyed it. (insert smiley face here) By the way, if I get over 5 reviews tonight I will upload a new chapter tomorrow or the next day, YAY!