Sponge: Hello dear readers! Somehow, in the hectic craziness of finals week, I've found time to update! The next update will probably happen sometime in May, when my summer vacation begins! Woot woot! Anyway…funny story. I was at my boyfriend's last night and we were in his room studying for finals and his roommates (two bisexual girls) were out in the living room watching some movie they rented. I heard his roommates say names like "Fred," "Daphne," "Velma," "Shaggy," and "Scooby." I also heard very…interesting sounds coming from the TV. So my boyfriend went out to investigate what they were watching. It was SCOOBY DOO PORN. I didn't even know that existed. I couldn't bring myself to leave the room and be scarred for life. Anyway…"Get The Party Started" is a song by Pink. Congratulations to LoveOfPurple and Brianna for guessing correctly! And now, without further ado, here comes chapter 13! WARNING: Teeny amounts of smut. Doesn't go farther than boob grope-age, but I thought I'd warn all the people who are uncomfortable reading about that sort of thing. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Scooby Doo characters. They belong to Cartoon Network, Warner Brothers and Hanna-Barbera.

Chapter 13: Oh What A Night

As they cleaned up Scooby's mess, Velma filled Shaggy in on what went down at the party next door.

"Like I'm still getting over the fact that YOU got drunk," Shaggy admitted.

"I'm still trying to get over it too," Velma admitted. "It was so out of character for me."

"Like…how did you like it?" Shaggy asked cautiously. He didn't remember much about his first time getting drunk other than spending the evening crouched over the toilet in his friend's bathroom and waking up the next morning with a terrible hangover. It was not a pleasant experience, but all his friends told him what a riot he was when he was drunk so he occasionally partied with them.

"It was okay," Velma admitted. "Definitely not something I see myself doing again in the very near future though."

"Like good plan," Shaggy said. "Like what about Fred and Daphne?"

"Well the last time I saw Daph was before I started drinking," Velma said. "She was pulled into another room by a short Asian girl and Fred and I played Kings with Tony Moretti and a couple others." Shaggy tried to not let his face visibly show how annoyed he was at the mention of Velma's ex-boyfriend.

"Reed relp?" Scooby interrupted, walking into the study.

"Like no, buddy," Shaggy told him. "We're like, finished."

"Let's head next door," Velma spoke up. "I want to get Fred and Daphne out of there."

x.X.x

By the time they reached the party, there were still a lot of people there but they couldn't find Fred or Daphne anywhere in the crowd.

"Dinks!"

Shaggy, Scooby and Velma turned towards the voice to find Tony Moretti striding towards them. He was trailed by an older looking version of himself.

"You all right?" Tony said to Velma. "I noticed you'd gone missing and I didn't know where you went."

Shaggy bristled but did nothing.

"Oh I'm fine," Velma said. "Have you seen Fred and Daphne around?" Tony shook his head.

"Last time I saw them, they were going upstairs to get Daphne's purse out of the coatroom upstairs." Suddenly, as if remembering, he turned around to the older looking version of himself.

"Guys this is my older brother Joey," he said. "Joe, these are my friends Velma Dinkley and Shaggy…ahh what's your last name, man?"

"Like, Rogers," Shaggy said, un-gritting his teeth and trying to sound normal. Scooby could tell something was up though, and glanced at his master quizzically.

"Right," Tony said. "And this is his dog, Scooby."

"Reasure ro reet roo!" Scooby barked genially. Joey nodded. It was obvious that he didn't want to be here at the moment.

"Do you guys need a ride home?" Tony asked.

"Oh, no thanks," Velma said. "Shaggy was our designated driver of the evening. Besides, we have to find Daphne and Freddie."

"Right," Tony said nodding. "Well, good luck. See ya in school on Monday." With that, he grinned, waved, and walked out the door with his brother in tow.

Velma was about to suggest searching for their friends when an aggravated growl came from the top of the stairs. She, Shaggy and Scooby glanced up to see Maureen Fischer, Rachael Amora and Phoebe Albion come down the stairs. Maureen looked like she would start crying any minute.

"That BITCH Blake thinks she can have all the guys," she was complaining to her friends, her voice slurred with alcohol. "She's just a whore who wants to get her cheap thrills off Fred Jones, and I'm going to make sure the whole school knows!"

Phoebe noticed Velma, Shaggy and Scooby and pointed them out to Maureen. Her eyes, rimmed with red, became slits.

"Slut-face Blake is up in the coatroom with Fred's man-hands all over her," she spat bitterly. Phoebe and Rachael shot dirty glances at them and rushed Maureen out of the house.

Shaggy and Scooby glanced at each other worriedly. Velma's eyes were wide behind her glasses.

"Let's go," she said. "Now."

x.X.x

Flashback…

Fred put his arms around Daphne's trim figure as she pressed her lips deeper into his. She tasted slightly of alcohol, but mostly she tasted sweet and warm. Fred was feeling slightly intoxicated himself, so when he tried to stagger over to the bed with Daphne attached to his face, it was less graceful than he'd hoped. Daphne laid face-up on the bed and Fred crawled over her. She brought her lips to him again, this time opening her mouth against his and letting her sweet tongue travel inside. Fred nearly went out of his mind with passion as their tongues fought for dominance.

Daphne's slender, manicured fingers entwined themselves in this blonde hair and she couldn't help but notice, in her drunken stupor, how very fine his hair was. It was almost as fine as hers. She let one hand trail through his hair as the other untied his ascot.

Fred's hands, for the most part, were holding him up from crushing Daphne. However, as his mouth left hers to leave trails of kisses and gentle nips down her neck, he used one hand to hold himself up and the other to caress her hair.

"Mmmm…" she mumbled blissfully, sending Fred into an even more passionate stupor. His mouth leached on to her neck, sucking and biting. This caused an even bigger reaction from Daphne, and she moaned and arched her back in pleasure. His hand abandoned her hair and moved to her chest, grabbing a gentle hold of one supple breast. In the back of his mind, something told him to stop. It was over the clothes, but he still felt as though he were violating her.

Daphne, however, appeared to have no objections. "Oh, Freddie…" she sighed.

He took that as a cue to keep going. He continued to massage the breast over the clothes. Daphne continued sighing with pleasure, egging him on.

Suddenly the door flung open and Daphne and Fred jerked away from each other. Maureen Fischer and her minions were standing in the threshold, mouths agape. Fred suddenly remembered why. His hand was still fondling Daphne's breast. He quickly jerked it away.

"Don't bother." Rachael was the first to speak. Phoebe was warily gathering their coats and Maureen seemed physically incapable of talking. "We all saw you. The whole school will know about this by Monday."

"…Know what?" asked Fred. These girls weren't really going to tell the whole school that he'd been feeling up Daphne, were they?

"How much of a whore-slut Daphne Blake is," Maureen spat, speaking for the first time. With that, she took Rachael by the hand and the three of them left the room. Fred almost went after them, but realized it would be in vain. He glanced down at Daphne. She had passed out.

Fred tried to wake her up. "Daph. Daph."

"Hmm…" she mumbled sleepily.

"Daph, you can't fall asleep, I have to get you home," Fred said. At that moment the door flew open again and Shaggy, Scooby and Velma stood in the threshold. Fred could only imagine what they saw. Him, with his hair all messed and his ascot undone, hovering over Daphne, who was asleep on the bed.

"This is not what it looks like!" he defended himself, even though it totally was.

"Man like, what happened?" Shaggy asked. Velma and Scooby rushed over to Daphne to try to revive her. "Maureen and her friends came like, stomping down the stairs talking about like, you and Daphne doing…stuff." He glanced at the sleeping girl. "I like, didn't think you'd take advantage of her like that."

"I didn't!" Fred protested. "She seduced me! She was drunker than I was!"

"That's not exactly helping your case," Velma told him as Daphne stirred ever so slightly. "Come on. We better get you guys home."

x.X.x

Shaggy drove everyone back to Willow Springs. It was decided that Fred would stay at his house (they had an extra bed) and that Daphne would stay with Velma (Madelyn was at Kerri's house for a sleepover that evening). On the way, Velma explained to Fred what had happened at Mr. Aiken's house next door. Scooby gave Daphne water and tried to keep her awake long enough to get her to Velma's.

"That doesn't make any sense," Fred said, furrowing his brow. "If the counterfeiting Wendigo isn't Mr. Aiken and Lewis Jacobson, who is it?"

"I don't know," Velma sighed. "They were our only suspects."

"Maybe like…" Shaggy spoke up. "The Wendigo's real."

"That seems highly unlikely. What would a monster need to make counterfeit money for?" Fred said.

"He's right," Velma added. "I still think the Wendigo's fake and that the counterfeit money and the janitor's strike are connected."

"Maybe we could talk to people who worked for Mr. Reynold's company?" Fred suggested. "They might be able to point us in the right direction."

"It's worth a shot," Velma said. "We'll go tomorrow."

x.X.x

The next morning, Daphne woke up in a strange place. She was in a bed, but the window was on the wrong side of it. Also, the walls weren't purple – they were orange. And, she realized, this wasn't her bed. She jerked up and immediately regretted it. Stabbing pain rushed through her head and she moaned in agony.

"Owwww…what happened last night? Where am I?" she mumbled. She noticed another bed across the room. The figure in the bed stirred and awoke, and Daphne saw that it was Velma.

"Oh, you're awake," Velma said. "How are you feeling?"

"Hung-over," Daphne said, rubbing her forehead. "What happened last night?"

Velma sighed, obviously not wanting to tell Daphne about what had happened.

"Well, we went to the party at Brandon's," she said.

"Yes, I remember that. Ashley dragged me in to play beer pong."

"Um…what else do you remember?"

Daphne closed her eyes, trying to think. "Um…Fred came in to try to get me to go next door to look for you and Shaggy and Scooby…and then I went to get my purse…and-" Daphne suddenly remembered something else and glanced at Velma, eyes wide with horror.

"Oh no," she whimpered. "Did Freddie and I…?"

Velma nodded and Daphne moaned.

"Oh noooooo…"

"Yeah," Velma said sympathetically.

"Who knows about it?" Daphne asked, dreading the answer.

"Well…" Velma began. "I do. And you do. Shaggy, Scooby and Fred." She paused. "And Maureen and her friends." This elicited another groan from Daphne.

"You've got to be kidding me," she said.

"I'm sorry. I wish I was," Velma told her. She paused before her next statement. "I have more bad news."

"Oh great. What else happened? Please tell me someone caught you hooking up with Shaggy or something cuz that would make me feel so much better."

Velma blushed at the thought of being in that kind of situation with Shaggy. "Um, no. Mr. Aiken and Lewis Jacobson aren't behind the Wendigo or the counterfeits."

"What?" Daphne asked. Velma briefly explained what had happened at Mr. Aiken's home the previous evening. When she finished, Daphne groaned yet again.

"Great. So now we're no closer to solving the mystery than we were two days ago. What are we going to do?"

"Well we had the idea that we might go to Mr. Reynold's old company and see if we could pick up any leads there," Velma told her. "We were going to go this afternoon."

"Okay," Daphne said. "Um…will Fred be there?"

Velma was dumbfounded. "…Yes, Fred will be there." Velma suddenly realized why Daphne was asking. "You don't want to be alone with him?"

"It's just too awkward!" Daphne wailed, falling back on the bed with a whump. "I don't know how I'll be able to face ANYONE at school after this, let alone Fred! Besides, he's had a crush on me forever and I totally led him on and now he's going to think I'm into him and he's going to want to 'talk about our relationship' and…this just sucks!"

"Wait, hold on," Velma said, holding up her hands. "You're not into him?"

Daphne sat back up and pondered.

"…I don't know," she stammered. "But I don't want to give him a chance to talk to me about it. Not yet."

"No problem," Velma promised. "I can help you out there."

"Thanks Velma!" Daphne launched herself from the bed and threw her arms around the other girl. "You're the best!"

"Oomph," Velma said, under the pressure of the hug. Daphne took the hint and let go. She felt much better about herself.

x.X.x

Fred, Shaggy and Scooby swung by in Shaggy's van to pick up the girls so they could head over to Mr. Reynold's old real estate company. The ride was uncomfortably silent. The girls sat in the back while Fred and Scooby sat up front with Shaggy driving.

When they arrived at the building, not a soul was in sight. There weren't even any cars in the parking lot.

"Man. What a creepy place," Fred commented.

"Like yeah," Shaggy replied. Velma and Scooby nodded. Daphne did not reply. Everyone got out of the car and headed over to the building. Surprisingly, the abandoned building was unlocked so they ventured inside.

"This place is really spooky," Velma spoke up.

"I guess we won't be finding any help around here," Daphne said.

"Not necessarily," Fred replied. "Why don't we split up and search for clues? Daph and I will go this way, and Velma, Shaggy and Scooby can go that way."

"Um," Velma interrupted, remembering her promise to Daphne. "I think Shag and Scoob will be fine on their own. I'll go with you guys."

Fred and Shaggy looked the teeniest bit disappointed, but Daphne looked very relieved. Scooby looked confused.

"Rut rar ree rupposed ro rook for?" he asked. Fred paused.

"I'm not really sure," he replied. Suddenly the front door burst open and Lewis Jacobson appeared.

"What are you kids doing here?" he asked. "You're technically trespassing."

"We were looking for clues about the disappearance of Paul Reynolds," Fred improvised. "We think it might have something to do with the janitor's strike and the counterfeit money." Jacobson saw Velma and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Didn't I tell you to leave this business to the police?" he told her. Velma glanced away meekly. Jacobson turned his attention back to Fred. "You best leave this alone, boy. Reynold's been missing for almost four months and no one knows where he went. And the strike and the counterfeits started before he went missing anyway." With that, he ushered them out of the building.

"Like thank God he didn't ask me for my license," Shaggy said as they got back in the van. "I don't like, technically have one. Just a learner's permit."

"Well this sucks. Our mission was totally a bust," Daphne sighed from the back seat where she sat with Velma. "What are we going to do now?"

x.X.x

What they did was nothing. On the drive back, Daphne suddenly remembered that she had an oral presentation in her history class the next day and she wanted to rehearse it. So Shaggy took her home and dropped Fred back at his house. He and Velma drove back to Willow Springs.

"Like, how awkward do you think things are going to be between them?" he asked her.

"Who knows?" she sighed. "Fred's been after Daphne pretty much since we started high school. She always resisted, but she was starting to let her guard down with him once we teamed up to solve this mystery. But now…" Velma sighed again. "I just hope that the awkwardness won't impact our ability to work together on this case."

"Like, I don't think it will," Shaggy said.

"Reah," Scooby agreed.

But they were both very, very wrong.

Sponge: Two updates in five days? Wow, I don't know how I did that. Anyway, like I said, the next time you see an update, it will probably be sometime mid-May, unless by some form of magic my finals don't wind up to be too taxing (hahaha fat chance). Until then, keep reading, reviewing, and guessing song titles!