Freddy My Love

Disclaimer: I do not own Scooby Doo.

Summary: Fred goes into the service and leaves Daphne behind. He keeps in touch with her by giving her elaborate gifts and sending her letters.

"Daphne? Are you alright?" Fred cooed, hearing her slight sniffles.

"Freddy, how could you do this to-to me?" Daphne cried. He was going into the army. It was 1971 and Fred was going to fight in the Vietnam war.

"I'm only doing what's best for our country,"

"And because of that, you're risking your life?" Daphne sat on a bar stool in her kitchen. "A-and mine," she added.

"Daphne…sweetie…how am I risking YOUR life by going into the service?"

"Freddy, if you-if I lost you, I wouldn't be able to live, you'd be taking the life away from me," Daphne sniffled a few times then broke into hysteric sobs. Fred walked up to her and held her in his arms.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me," Fred assured her while kissing the top of her head.

"Are you sure?" She gazed into his eyes looking for the assurance in his deep blue eyes. She found it.

"I'm positive," He smiled, raised her head, and kissed her the most passionately he'd ever kissed her before.

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Daphne jerked awake. She had been dreaming about Fred again. She was always dreaming about him: Even when she was awake. Daphne looked at the clock, it read: 4:23 in the afternoon. Ever since Fred left, the only thing she did was sleep. She rolled out of bed and went to get the mail. There was a package and a letter from Fred. She tore open the note first and read it to herself.

Dear Daphne,

I miss you a lot. Your in my mind always. I wish I could be with you.

In the pakage, there is a sweter. It's cashmeare. I know how much you like cashmeare. I will be home soon. Well, the general says I will be home in a few months. Isn't that great? And, the good thing is, I'm still alive. After being in the army for 2 months, I still haven't died. I love you, Daphne. I love you and I always will. Remember that.

Yours forever and always,

Fred

Daphne scanned the letter again, tears forming in her eyes. She posted the letter on the refrigerator like she had done with all of his previous notes. Next, she opened the package. Fred didn't lie when he said she loved cashmere. Although he had spelled it wrong. The sweater was a beautiful shade of purple; her signature color. She held the sweater up to her chest and let the love for Fred take up all of her soul for that short moment. She sucked it all in and then let it all out. She slipped the sweater on over her purple dress, pulled out a pen and her personalized stationary and wrote a reply to his letter.

Freddy my love,

I miss you terribly. Life is simply miserable without you. Even shopping with Velma doesn't help. All of the gifts remind me of you and bring tears to my eyes.

I cannot wait for you to get home. I wish there was a way for you to get out sooner, though. I wish I had a present for you too. But I do not. Please tell me that in the next few months that you away from me, nothing will happen to you. Please tell me that. Freddy, I love you. And nothing will change that.

Love from,

Daphne

Daphne sighed and slipped the letter into an envelope. She put the letter into the mailbox so the mailman would pick it up. When she went inside, she picked up the telephone and dialed Velma's phone number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Velma,"

"Gee, somebody sounds gloomy today,"

"Yeah, well, I don't know how I'm going to keep living life this, life is simply miserable without him,"

"Haha. That's love for you, Daphne,"

"Thanks for that,"

"Daphne, I miss the old you, I miss the fun-loving, free-wheeling Daphne,"

"Freddy took her with him, she'll return when Freddy returns,"

"Daphne…"

"Please, Velma, nothing is going to change my mind,"

"What if Fred doesn't come back,"

"Velma, he will…he promised,"

"Maybe you'll be lucky and he'll get a minor injury and be sent home,"

"I secretly pray for that every night," Daphne heard soft chuckles come from the other line.

"Or he'll be fired because he does the job badly,"

"Another good thought, Velma, you're full of it today,"

"Daphne, want to come over? Shaggy and Scooby are going to come over for dinner, and we would all love it if you came along too,"

Daphne thought about it for awhile, and then decided to take the chance, and at least try to have fun with her friends.

"Sure, what the heck,"

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Daphne made it to Velma's house at about 5:00 p.m. Velma was 17 (A/N: she was 13 in the series...the rest of the gang is 20 in thes story), but she was in college, she skipped a few grades and was in the same grade as the rest of the gang. Except it was the middle of July. Velma was majoring in non-fiction writing: Looking in on writing a biography on her life. Daphne was majoring in fashion design, and had a minor in accessory design. She really wanted to design her own purse. Fred was in the army, and Shaggy wasn't exactly going to college.

"So, Velma, you start a new semester at Princeton this fall, right?" asked Daphne.

"Like, duh," Shaggy replied. He couldn't believe Daphne was so oblivious.

"Are you starting again at Coolsville U?" Velma questioned.

"Mmhmm," Daphne nodded her head slowly. "Well, I have to go to the bathroom," She got up and left the room. She didn't really have to go to the bathroom; she just wanted a break from her friends. They reminded her of the great mysteries they all used to solve; which reminded her of Fred. She sighed, and wiped away the tears that were swiftly forming in her eyes. When she went back to the dining room, she witnessed laughter and cheerful conversations. She didn't want to be a bore. So she said,

"Sorry guys, I don't want to put a damper on your evening, so I'm just going to go," She got up and left without anybody noticing.