So I need to explain this one. It's called 'Fight Me', but it can mean either fighting against or together with someone. I'm using it in the latter sense. So technically, it should be called 'Fight With Me'.
Drabble 4: Fight Me
"Daphne and I will go this way. Velma, you take the boys and search upstairs."
It was the same routine as always. Fred and Daphne go one way. Velma, Shaggy and Scooby another. He didn't expect there to be much protest.
"And what are you two going to do over that way?" Velma's voice was playful as she spoke, and Fred immediately felt himself get flustered.
"Uh, y'know... search for clues and stuff," his explanation was vague to say the least, but he had managed to subdue Velma's apparent suspicions for the meanwhile.
"Right. Just be careful, okay?"
With that, the brown haired girl turned and began to walk away, dragging a very reluctant boy and his dog with her. The remaining pair watched until they were out of sight before exchanging a glance. And they both knew exactly what it meant.
"So..." Daphne smirked, trailing her fingers down his arm as she did so, "...let's go search for clues and stuff..."
"Sounds like a plan, Daphne."
The particular house they were searching was said to be home to a valuable family heirloom; an heirloom that a gang of thieves wanted for themselves. It was the first mystery in a while that didn't actually involve any ghosts. They had decided to try and stop the thieves before it was too late.
Fingers intertwined as they walked, Fred's smile widened as he spied an empty room off to the side of the corridor they were walking through.
"That looks like a good place to start," he whispered, and she winked seductively.
"It sure does. I'll go first to make sure it's safe."
The sexual tension was incredible. Both of them knew exactly what was going on, but neither wanted to be the one to cave first. The room Fred was referring to, however, was the promised land of the little game they were playing. Once they were inside, they would allow their passions to flow freely.
He watched as she stepped over to the door, pushing it open before stepping inside. There was a pause as she surveyed the room, before she poked her head back through the door and smiled.
"Empty?" he asked, and she nodded.
"Yeah, you coming?" she confirmed, and he grinned.
"You bet."
It happened quite quickly, but no sooner had Fred entered the room and closed the door behind him had Daphne's lips crashed onto his, pressing him against the back of the very door he'd just walked through.
The kiss deepened, passions overflowing as their hands explored each other's bodies, tongues wrestling playfully. It had been a while since they'd got the chance to be alone like this.
In the midst of the kiss, they had pushed and pulled until they were halfway across the room, Daphne's back now firmly pressed against the wall.
He broke the kiss briefly, planting quick kisses all over her cheeks. She couldn't help but chuckle, leaning down to kiss his neck softly.
"No wonder we never find anything..." she whispered, and he laughed gently.
"Well, something like this is too good to pass up," he replied, capturing her lips once again as he ran his hands through the silky strands of red hair, "...God, you're beautiful."
As they continued, they were unaware of another presence in the room.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here?"
The strange voice immediately snapped them out of their trace, and they broke apart, Fred instinctively placing himself in front of Daphne to protect her. Standing in front of them were three men, all of whom didn't look the least bit friendly.
"Looks like a couple of lovebirds."
"Aw, how sweet..."
Fred frowned, gritting his teeth. He could feel Daphne's nervousness from her body language.
"Who are you?" he growled, clenching his fists. He would defend himself if he had to.
The men laughed, each taking a few steps forwards.
"We're the guys who are gonna take your girlfriend for a little joyride; isn't that right, fellas?"
Daphne gasped quietly, subconsciously grabbing onto Fred's shirt. Fred was trying his best to remain calm, but it was proving more and more difficult by the second.
"That's not going to happen."
His bold words only encouraged the men, and they came ever closer.
"Wow, that's pretty big talk, blondie. Compensating for something?" The other men laughed heartily, and Fred shook his head slowly.
"If you so much as touch her, I will end you."
"Okay, blondie. Prove it."
They advanced with unprecedented pace, and before Fred could prepare they had reached behind him and grabbed at Daphne. She squealed at the contact, and Fred knew he had to act fast. Swinging with great precision, his fist connected with the first goon's jaw, sending him sprawling. The other two, now realising that 'blondie' was putting up a fight, shifted their attentions away from Daphne as they rushed over to help their acquaintance.
Fred saw them coming, landing another swift right hook as the second man fell to the ground from the impact. The punches had managed to knock them out cold, and it was now that Fred was thanking his parents for the boxing lessons a few summers ago. But there was still one more to deal with, and he was the biggest of the bunch.
"Little bitch, see how tough you are now you..." he was cut short as his eyes widened with surprise. Daphne had come up behind him and kicked him in the groin. Hard.
He fell to the floor with an almighty thud, clutching his crotch and whimpering quietly. Fred stared over at Daphne for a second, not able to believe that she'd just saved him before coming to his senses.
"Daphne, c'mon!" his voice was clear and direct as he grasped her hand, walking swiftly out of the room and shutting the door behind them.
"Let's call the cops, Freddie," Daphne suggested, visibly shaken by what had just occurred. As they dashed away from the scene, Fred found the time to lean down and kiss her cheek.
"Good idea, Daphne. We'll do that right now."
"Well, I want to thank you kids for catching these scum bags. Don't you worry, they'll get what they deserve."
The policeman's words were comforting as the criminals were loaded into the back of a police van. Everyone was stood outside the house now, waiting to go home.
As the police vehicles drove away, Velma smiled happily.
"Another case closed guys. Nice job," she congratulated, and the rest of them nodded in acknowledgement. It had been a scary day for all of them, given the circumstances.
"Can we, like, go home now?" Shaggy asked, and Velma chuckled.
"Of course, Shaggy. C'mon guys!" and with that they began to walk back over to the Mystery Machine, which was parked a few metres away.
Fred began to follow, only to be pulled back by Daphne. He turned, his brows knitted with worry.
"Are you alright?"He asked quietly, and she nodded. Leaning up, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek, smiling gently as she did so.
"Yeah. Thanks for saving me back there."
"Don't mention it, Daph. Thank you for saving me..."