Freddy My Love
Summary: Fred goes into the service and leaves Daphne behind. He keeps in touch with her by giving her elaborate gifts and sending her letters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Scooby Doo.
Daphne walked through the door and collapsed onto her couch. She buried her head in one of the pillows and let tears flow onto the satin. Nothing was the same since Fred had left. She couldn't even have fun with her friends. But that wasn't the only problem. You see, Daphne was always nauseous, she thought it was just psychological; but she didn't even try to talk herself out of it. She stopped crying for a few seconds to clutch her stomach and let the pang of nausea pass. Once it passed she got up from the couch, went into the kitchen, and made cookies.
Cookies dipped into milk usually made her feel better, so she decided to take a chance. She popped the double chocolate chip cookies into the oven pre-heated to 350, and set the timer for fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes later, she took the warm cookies out of the oven and took them off of the cookie tray. She poured a glass of milk and dipped her cookie into it. She slipped a small piece of the treat into her mouth; she smiled warmly, and continued to eat her snack.
Once finished, she went upstairs to her bedroom and went to sleep. She awoke at 2:00 a.m. for another pang of nausea; and then directly afterwards went back to sleep for twelve more hours. Ever since Fred had left, Daphne was able to sleep for a long time straight. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she just sat in bed, starring at the ceiling, for an hour, when she heard the doorbell ring. She slid out of her bed and sauntered to the door. There was a package from Fed-Ex. She opened the box with an ivory letter opener (another gift from her dearly beloved Freddy) and found, nudged in between a few packing peanuts, a manila envelope. She opened the letter and read it aloud.
Dearest Daphne,
I don't have much time to write to you, I am supposed to be outside training today. But I took a break to write you a quick note. I miss you more everyday I don't know what I'm going to do for the next few months. I don't know how I will live without seeing my darling-est Daphne. Would you mind sending a picture with your next letter? Thank you. I need to see your face again. I got you peddle pushers with black lether patches. I really hope you like them. If you don't, I'm really sorry, it was the only thing I could find that you would even remotely like. Well, I hope you're having a good time with Velma and Shaggy. They wrote me yesterday saying that you were over. They said you weren't really happy and you were gloomy. I told them I'd try to help. Please Daphne, I'll be home soon. Try to have fun. You've always had fun with Velma and Shaggy before. Why change now? Just because I can't join in the festivities with you, doesn't mean your fun should be ruined…because of me. I love you Daphne, I always have and always will. I know you feel the same way.
Yours truly,
Fred
Next, Daphne slowly sifted through the packing peanuts until she came to the peddle pushers. They were nice; Daphne definitely liked them, and not only because they were a present from Fred. Well, that was mostly the reason: But, not the whole thing. She placed the peddle pushers on the counter, and started on her reply to Fred's note.
Dear Freddy,
I did like the peddle pushers with black leather patches. I only wish I had a jacket to match. Oh well, I guess I'll be going shopping later today (with Velma) to get one. It will most likely be denim. Anyway, I put my picture in the envelope. It's a picture of my past, happy, cheery self. Sorry, Freddy, I'm trying to be strong, but it's not exactly working out well. I wish you were here. Every minute of the day I pray that you will come home safely. Or you will get a not-so-serious injury, and be sent home. I miss you more than ever. It's really hard to hold on without you. I even get sick without you. Sick. Like seriously sick. Well, Freddy, I hope the next few months are better than the first few. They were miserable: The most miserable that any months, weeks, or days have ever been in my entire life. As hard as that is to believe, it's true: Truly, madly, and deeply true. Well, Freddy, my love, I miss you too much for words, and I love you even more than I miss you. If that's possible.
Love you so much,
Daphne
She stuffed the letter into a cream-colored envelope and placed it into the mailbox. Instead of going inside, she hopped into her red convertible mustang and drove to Velma's house. She rang the doorbell and the bell started to chime.
Velma swung open the door.
"Hey, Velms," Daphne greeted. She tried the hardest she could to smile. But it turned into a smirk kind of thing.
"Daphne? What are you doing here?" Velma asked. Utterly confused, she didn't think that Daphne would volunteer to get out of her depression.
"Well, Freddy bought me some peddle pushers and I wanted a matching jacket, so, I was wondering if you wanted to get the…um…jacket with me," Daphne suggested.
"Sure, that sounds fun," Velma smiled, she was glad Daphne was finally moving on. "We'd go to the Coolsville mall, right?"
"Uhm…yeah,"
"Have you eaten yet?"
"No,"
"Oh, then, we'll get something there,"
"Sounds great," Daphne smiled again. But this was a genuine smile. Maybe she was starting to come through. "And I've got another great idea. How about I buy you some clothes, and we come back to my place and I give you a make-better!" Daphne volunteered. She loved giving Velma make-overs.
"Alright, if you insist," Velma gazed into the eyes of her friend, they were twinkling, maybe Daphne was moving on.