Buying the Buick

Buying the Buick

Summary: For once, Daphne does not split up with Fred, but why the sudden change of heart? Well, to say the least, it has to do with buying a Buick.

Author's Note: This is a challenge write. Somebody challenged me to write it, and I got so into it…well, I took the challenge (duh!). Oh, and buying the Buick does not simply mean to "buy a Buick" as in the car; it has another meaning, too.

Disclaimer: Me no own-y Scooby Doo.

Sleep. Fred and Daphne needed sleep. It had been a long day, talking about how they were going to tell their friends and family. They needed a rest, and, that's what they got. The two were fast asleep on the red couch in the Mystery Inc. Clubhouse. Also, it hadn't helped that the minute the two got home from their intense conversation out by Daphne's house, Fred was holding Daphne's red hair back while she, well…bought the Buick.

Of course, while they were dreaming of happy thoughts, they didn't notice the three beings walking in through the clubhouse door. Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby, that is.

"Velma, you can't be serious," Shaggy stated in disbelief. "I'm NOT going over to your Aunt's house. I remember it. It was across from a CEMETARY. I'm not going. Not going,"

"Re reither," Scooby sided with Shaggy.

"How about we have a vote?" Velma suggested, smiling smugly; for she figured that she would have gotten her way.

"How about not. Fred and Daphne will definitely side with you. They don't understand how Scooby and I feel," Shaggy explained. He was on to Velma's plan. "Not all of us find joy in staying overnight in a creepy haunted house, you know?"

"Of course I know that, Shaggy!" Velma exclaimed, she wasn't retarded, after all.

"How about you, Fred, and Daphne go to that scary house, and Scooby and I will stay home,"

"What? Raiding the pantry?"

"Like, Velma, that's not ALL we do. I'd probably be studying, Fred and I have a History test coming up," Shaggy defended. "I am graduating this year, you know, and, like, I don't want to do anything to mess that up,"

Velma rolled her eyes before replying, she was defeated, and she knew it, "I can't argue with studying. So, I guess we can stay home," Velma crossed her arms. "Aunt Bernadette's house can wait," The three friends walked into the family room of their apartment-ish clubhouse, and noticed Fred and Daphne, sleeping like babies on the couch. "Shhh," Velma shushed Shaggy and Scooby, who were prone to making noise.

"R'ould re r'wake r'em up?" Scooby asked, beginning to lick Daphne's face.

"Like, I guess," Shaggy answered, walking over to the couch, to shake Fred awake. Scooby and Shaggy shook, licked, and poked the two bodies lying on the couch. Eventually, they woke up. Daphne was the first, opening one eye and realizing that she had "accidentally" fallen asleep.

"Guys? Do you know how long I was sleeping for?" Daphne quietly murmured, for she was still slightly tired.

"Not as long as Fred, that's for sure," Shaggy pointed out the obvious. Daphne stifled a laugh.

"Thanks for that, Shaggy," Shaggy smiled in response and continued to shake Fred. Finally, after a few intense attempts, Fred awoke.

"Shaggy?" Fred and Daphne had been talking about how they were to break the news to Shaggy, who would then tell Scooby. Fred figured now would be as good a time as any. Although, he was still tired. "I need to talk to you,"

"Sure, alright, that's cool," Shaggy replied, following Fred outside of the living room.

"Well, I guess I'll just cut to the chase," Fred really didn't want to beat around the bush, but he did feel awkward talking to Shaggy about such a personal issue. He knew that Shaggy would understand though. There was much more to that lanky teen than the ability to eat nonstop and still not gain any weight. "Daphne's pregnant," Shaggy just looked at Fred with such shock, that Fred knew he should have told Shaggy about, well, their relationship to begin with.

"That's…great," Shaggy looked at the floor, he did not feel comfortable looking his friend in the eyes. "Um…well…congrats, man," Fred raised his eyebrow, he didn't think Shaggy would be congratulating him. "Um…I mean…that, you and Daphne--"

"It's okay, I know what you mean," Fred answered sincerely.

"Are you scared?" Shaggy questioned. "'Cause I know if Velma and I were going through, like, the same thing, I'd be scared," He nodded. "Yeah, I'd be, like, terrified, man,"

"Yeah. This is definitely something to go in the record books, but, for once," Fred gulped, he felt surprisingly odd saying this aloud, "Fred Jones is scared," He looked Shaggy in the eyes, "Like, terrified, man," Shaggy and Fred burst out into half-hearted laughs, indubitably lightening the mood of the situation. Velma and Daphne, hearing the estranged laughter coming from another room, decided to join the two boys.

"What's so funny?" Daphne smiled and walked over to Fred.

"Nothing," Fred and Shaggy murmured at the exact same time.

"So," Velma began. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Her," Shaggy pointed to Daphne, while Daphne blushed. Of course, that's all he needed to say for the rest of the gang to get the picture.

"I'm really tired, you guys," Daphne said. She really wasn't all that tired, but she just felt a little strange at the moment. "I'm going to go home," She walked out of the room before anybody could say goodbye.

"When did she tell you, Velma?" asked Shaggy, scooting closer to Velma, hoping that she didn't notice.

"During that car-salesperson mystery," Both Fred and Shaggy nodded. They knew Daphne had to tell Velma first, anything to the effect of pregnancy was such a girl thing.

Fred wanted to change the subject; he couldn't take any more of this talk. "So? Velma, Shaggy…you guys going out?"

"What are you talking about?" Fred heard coming from Velma and, "Like, huh?" coming from Shaggy.

"I know you guys like each other," Fred smiled. "I'm not blind, you know," Shaggy and Velma just stared at each other for awhile, not really knowing how to respond. It's true, they did have feelings for each other, but Velma didn't know Shaggy actually liked her back. Maybe Shaggy and Velma and Fred and Daphne could have a double wedding. If things actually progressed that quickly.

"Maybe I like Shaggy," Velma crossed her arms and twiddled her thumbs. "A little," She quietly added at the end.

"Yeah, and maybe I like Velma, too," Shaggy stated. "It's none of your business, though, Fred," Shaggy whispered the last part under his breath, hoping nobody would hear.

"I'll leave you two alone," Fred smirked as he left the room, hoping that Shaggy and Velma would finally hit it off.

"Well…" Shaggy began.

"So…" Velma added. "You like me and I like you…what does that mean?"

"I think we're supposed to kiss now," Shaggy explained, hoping to get an affirmative answer.

"You know, I've never kissed a guy before,"

"And I've never kissed a girl," Shaggy clasped his hands together. "Maybe we should try," Shaggy pulled Velma into a tight embrace and kissed her. He and Velma both noticed the sparks that flew in between them, and knew that this would be a kiss to remember.