Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the X-Men or Scooby-Doo. They belong to Marvel
and Warner Brothers, respectively.
Author's Note: I decided to write this because I like Lucy Rainbow's "The True Identity of Daphne Blake" so much. Even though I am using some her lines and ideas (with permission, of course), this story is, for the most part, all my own. It will also help to read my previous X-Men story "Discoveries and Rediscoveries" but even if you don't, you won't really get lost. Plus, thoughts are in '' and telepathic communication is in [].
A Change
Chapter 1: A Serious Situation
The Mystery, Inc. gang had just successfully completed another case. As Freddy Jones started up the Mystery Machine, he smiled and said, "Well, that's one more mystery under our belts."
"Yeah," said Shaggy Rogers. "And, like, Scoob and I are gonna celebrate with a hero sandwich, right, old buddy?"
"Ruh huh," said Scooby-Doo enthusiastically.
As the two gluttons started fixing their sandwiches, Velma Dinkley watched, smiled, and shook her head. "It's good to see some things never change."
But there was one member of Mystery, Inc. who wasn't in the mood for celebrating: Daphne Blake. Normally, she would be in on the celebration just the like the others, but today, for some reason, she wasn't. She didn't look like herself at all. A fact that did not go unnoticed.
"Daphne?" Daphne turned to the source of the voice, Velma. "Is something wrong? You haven't exactly been yourself lately."
"I'll be fine," she said quietly. "I've just got a really bad headache, that's all."
"If I'm not mistaken," interjected Freddy, "you had this 'headache' for almost the past month. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
"I don't know," answered Daphne. "I feel like I keep hearing voices inside my head. Not only that, whenever I sleep, I have these awful . . . dreams. At first, I thought it was no big deal and that it would all go away, but they just keep getting worse and worse."
Scooby and Shaggy had momentarily stopped eating to listen to her. "Sounds serious," said Shaggy before he wolfed down what remained of his sandwich. It wouldn't be unusual were it not for the fact that he seemed concerned about her.
"Reah. Rerious," agreed Scooby before following his best friend's example. He too seemed to worry about Daphne.
"Why don't you go see a psychologist?" asked Fred.
"I don't know," said Daphne. "I'm not sure they'd understand."
"I've got an idea!" said Velma. "Why don't you go see Charles Xavier? Maybe he could help."
"Charles Xavier?" asked Shaggy curiously. "Isn't he, like, a mutant?"
"Well, yes," answered Velma. "But he's also one of the most respected professors in the world. Maybe if he could just peer, not linger, in your mind, maybe he could help you understand what's happening."
"What have you got to lose?" asked Fred. "Normally, I'd object to letting a mutant do this sort of thing, but if it'll help, why not?"
Daphne nodded and said, "Alright. Do you have his number, Velma?"
"No, but I can get it for you."
"Thanks."
The next day, Daphne called him and her father arranged for a plane ride to Westchester, New York from her home of Coolsville, Ohio. Her mother was uncomfortable about her daughter visiting a mutant, but she kept it to herself.
The night before she was to leave for Westchester, Daphne was tossing and turning in her sleep. She had no idea about the strong mutant powers that she held within.
To Be Continued
Author's Note: I decided to write this because I like Lucy Rainbow's "The True Identity of Daphne Blake" so much. Even though I am using some her lines and ideas (with permission, of course), this story is, for the most part, all my own. It will also help to read my previous X-Men story "Discoveries and Rediscoveries" but even if you don't, you won't really get lost. Plus, thoughts are in '' and telepathic communication is in [].
A Change
Chapter 1: A Serious Situation
The Mystery, Inc. gang had just successfully completed another case. As Freddy Jones started up the Mystery Machine, he smiled and said, "Well, that's one more mystery under our belts."
"Yeah," said Shaggy Rogers. "And, like, Scoob and I are gonna celebrate with a hero sandwich, right, old buddy?"
"Ruh huh," said Scooby-Doo enthusiastically.
As the two gluttons started fixing their sandwiches, Velma Dinkley watched, smiled, and shook her head. "It's good to see some things never change."
But there was one member of Mystery, Inc. who wasn't in the mood for celebrating: Daphne Blake. Normally, she would be in on the celebration just the like the others, but today, for some reason, she wasn't. She didn't look like herself at all. A fact that did not go unnoticed.
"Daphne?" Daphne turned to the source of the voice, Velma. "Is something wrong? You haven't exactly been yourself lately."
"I'll be fine," she said quietly. "I've just got a really bad headache, that's all."
"If I'm not mistaken," interjected Freddy, "you had this 'headache' for almost the past month. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
"I don't know," answered Daphne. "I feel like I keep hearing voices inside my head. Not only that, whenever I sleep, I have these awful . . . dreams. At first, I thought it was no big deal and that it would all go away, but they just keep getting worse and worse."
Scooby and Shaggy had momentarily stopped eating to listen to her. "Sounds serious," said Shaggy before he wolfed down what remained of his sandwich. It wouldn't be unusual were it not for the fact that he seemed concerned about her.
"Reah. Rerious," agreed Scooby before following his best friend's example. He too seemed to worry about Daphne.
"Why don't you go see a psychologist?" asked Fred.
"I don't know," said Daphne. "I'm not sure they'd understand."
"I've got an idea!" said Velma. "Why don't you go see Charles Xavier? Maybe he could help."
"Charles Xavier?" asked Shaggy curiously. "Isn't he, like, a mutant?"
"Well, yes," answered Velma. "But he's also one of the most respected professors in the world. Maybe if he could just peer, not linger, in your mind, maybe he could help you understand what's happening."
"What have you got to lose?" asked Fred. "Normally, I'd object to letting a mutant do this sort of thing, but if it'll help, why not?"
Daphne nodded and said, "Alright. Do you have his number, Velma?"
"No, but I can get it for you."
"Thanks."
The next day, Daphne called him and her father arranged for a plane ride to Westchester, New York from her home of Coolsville, Ohio. Her mother was uncomfortable about her daughter visiting a mutant, but she kept it to herself.
The night before she was to leave for Westchester, Daphne was tossing and turning in her sleep. She had no idea about the strong mutant powers that she held within.
To Be Continued