(A/N Not too sure about this but here goes anyway…)
After what seemed like an eternity finally it was their turn at the airline check-in desk, Fred, Shaggy and Velma handed over their 'fit to fly' letters. The check-in assistant looked at the letters then at them.
"We went hard so now we're going home," said Daphne.
Not long after they arrived back Velma and Shaggy moved in to their own place, it was larger than they needed as it also served as the gang's offices despite Daphne's attempts to stick the word 'nursery' on all the unused rooms. Velma's favourite part was the basement, the closest she'd get to being a mad scientist as Coolsville was short of houses with extinct volcano lairs out back. While the basement was being fitted out she had a small display box made for the coins; it looked a little bit like a treasure chest being made out of old oak. Inside was padded and lined with a velvet-like material; there were indentations for each of the coins. Whilst these few coins weren't enough for Velma to retire on, they were valuable so she decided to put them in the most secure place she knew. Her secret files.
Velma checked that no one was looking then went to the basement and closed the door behind her. She walked over to the filing cabinets where the gang kept many of their records. A number were secure cabinets, a bar at the front held in place by a heavy padlock. One was more secure than the others; it had a spun-dial lock and had been designed to hold secret materials. And it still did in a way, this was where Velma kept all the 'unexplained case files' her own private X-Files. All the information she had on her time in Cornwall was in a box-file which she duly filed away. She went to put the coin box in, it was the most secure place in the house plus if there ever was evidence that there was more to this world than meets the eye then this was it.
She opened the box one more time, the gold sparkled in the light; it was a true treasure, worth far more than the value of the gold. She'd just got a family heirloom so needed to have a talk with Shaggy about getting a family for this heirloom when the time was right.
"Thank you Master Ives" whispered Velma as she put closed the lid of the box and placed it in the cabinet, she closed the door and spun the dial. There was a mirror on the wall behind, she glanced in the mirror as she stepped away from the cabinet and froze in her tracks. In the mirror she caught sight of a man dressed in unusual clothes, fluted ruff around his neck, shirt, waist coat, britches wearing an old style captain's hat with a buckle on the front. There was a dagger in his belt and a sword by his side. Their eyes met, took off the hat and bowed to her.
"You're welcome m'lady."
She spun round "Master Ives? Wait!" but there was no one there.
A while later Fred came down looking for her; he found her standing open-mouthed, looking quite pale staring to the side of the mirror.
"Vel your parents are here, Vel, are you OK? You look like you've seen a ghost." He quickly went to her side. Velma finally snapped out of her state and shook her head.
"No, just an old friend."
Finally the house was quiet, on the top floor in one room Shaggy and Velma were tucked up in bed together while in another Scooby was under the covers reading using a torch. There was no better way to read his favourite comic, Red-Tail the Buccaneer Wolfhound. But soon even he had to call it a day and turned off the torch and settled down to sleep. He'd moved into his own room as quite often they would keep him awake and he needed his beauty sleep, if it wasn't from Velma's 'loud breathing' (I don't snore Scooby, I just breathe loudly at times) then it was from the noise of them mating. He was certain they'd have got bored with it after the first few days but there seemed to be no stopping them. He knew from his canine friends that human couples mated more often than dogs did but he hadn't appreciated quite how much till now. The new arrangement suited them all, Shaggy and Velma got to mate in private; he got to stay up late and would occasionally get breakfast in bed. All in all he was up on the deal. He settled himself down and soon he was asleep.
On the ground floor the only movement came from the robotic vacuum cleaner as it did its nightly rounds.
The basement too was still, for a while. At midnight a pale green mist began to emanate from Velma's secure filing cabinet. Slowly figure began to coalesce out of the mist; each wore the clothes of Elizabethan pirates, the clothes they had died in. Faint vices could be heard.
"We're here lads, the new world, just like I promised, I never breaks a promise to me crew," said Ives.
"I smell a port, 'tis a way up north but I smell the money," the voice same from a tall scrawny man with a bald head.
"The new world is ours to plunder and woe betides any dog that stands in our way," said Ives
"Even the Lady?" enquired a figure dressed more like Ives.
"Especially the Lady Mister Overman, we had a trade, we saved her and she brought us here so we're quits. I read her mind; she'd turn us in without a second thought. She's the only one who can stand in our way. But I'll not have you dogs slobbering over her, the pleasure of dealing with her I reserve for meself alone."
The mist moved through the house carrying the shapes with them finally ending up in the master bedroom and a sleeping Shaggy and Velma, Shaggy was wearing a green t-shirt while Velma was in a strappy top. Only Ives entered the room, the one named Overman barred the way to the others.
Ives moved silently to Velma's bedside and drew a dagger, the blade easily sliced through the straps of her top. He placed the dagger point at her throat; then moved it down her throat and between her breasts, pulling her top down with it. The point of the blade stopped when it was resting over her heart. Velma began to stir, her body began to tense and her breathing became laboured. With slow deliberation Ives pressed the dagger in, Velma's face contorted in pain as the point began to penetrate her flesh. Shaggy turned over in his sleep, his hand moved up her body, the dagger snapped as Shaggy's hand covered her heart and Velma settled back into a peaceful sleep. With an angry growl Ives vanished along with the other pirates.
To be continued…?