Started: December 19, 2002
Finished: January 7, 2003
Last Episode Seen Before Writing: Skinwalker
Pairing: Eventually Pete/Lana (aka Fred/Daphne) and Chloe/Clark (aka Velma/Shaggy)
Rating: PG
Category: Humor, Parody
Spoilers: None
Summary: One sentence and two rocks start everyone on a zany adventure.
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, its characters, or its amazing writers. Same goes for Scooby Doo. And I got this from the movie; I don't watch the cartoon.
Author's Note: Much thanks to Maryclare who made me realize that a basic knowledge of the movie wasn't going to help with squat and was there to answer my never-ending questions. But, I also did base the characterization more on the movie than the cartoon, because the movie is what I know.
Mystery Machine
Chapter 1- I Know Who We Are
Chloe sat at her laptop, sipping a coffee.
"Need a refill?" Lana asked, walking up with a coffeepot.
Chloe smiled up at her friend. "Sure," she said, holding her cup out.
"What are you working on?" Lana questioned.
Chloe gestured to the two rocks on the table. "I'm trying to find out what the difference between the two meteor rocks are," she said, picking up the fist-sized green one.
"One is green, the other's red," Lana pointed out.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Chloe said, setting down the green one to pick up the red one. "I mean, what else is different?"
"Hey, guys," Pete grinned, walking up with Clark.
Clark stumbled, and Pete grabbed his arm to steady him. "What's wrong, man?"
Clark glanced at Chloe and Lana. Lana had picked up the green meteor and was tossing it between her hands. "Clark? Are you okay?" she asked, looking at him.
"Want to help me find out the deal with these rocks?" Chloe asked hopefully. As she said it the red and green rock began to glow, giving off a dull glow. Lana tilted her hand toward Chloe, bumping the rocks together.
"Like I've said before Chloe, we'd love to join you and Scooby inside the Mystery Machine for another zany adventure, but…" Pete was cut off when it felt like something passed through him. Everyone swayed as if they felt the same thing.
"Uh guys, what happened?" Chloe asked, glancing at her friends. "And what are we wearing?" She glanced down at her red turtleneck sweater, pleated red skirt, knee high orange socks, and red Mary Janes. When she ran a hand through her hair her hair was now curled under.
Lana's eyes got wide. "Uh," she mumbled uncomfortably. She shifted lower in her seat to pull down the hem of the deep pink mini skirt she was wearing. Her knee high pink leather boots itched her calves, and she reached down to adjust them.
"I look like a spoiled rich kid," Pete complained, pulling on his white sweater over the blue dress shirt. He tugged on the red ascot tied around his neck.
"Uh, you guys?" Clark asked, looking at his friends. He smoothed his green T-shirt and brown corduroys. "I think I know who we are."
"What do you mean, 'who we are?' We know who we are! Just, how did we end up…" Chloe trailed off. "On second thought, Clark go on."
"Help! Help!" a woman came screaming into the Talon. "Please, you have to help me!"
Pete stood, puffing his chest slightly to look more masculine as the woman ran to them.
"Please, you're our only hope!" she exclaimed.
Clark's face dropped as he looked to his friends. His eyes took on a worried expression. "Like, we're Mystery Inc."
The woman looked questioningly at Pete, then ran out of the Talon, still screaming about needing help.