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 or the song, Freddy My Love.
Daphne's eyes fluttered open, and she noticed that she had fallen asleep on the white leather couch in the living room. Once she noticed that it was 2:00 in the afternoon (ten minutes before she was supposed to be at the doctor's office), she jumped off of the couch, and ran into the garage. Her hair was a mess, and her mascara was running, but she didn't bother to do anything about it, for fear of being late for her appointment. Instead of driving her mustang, she decided to drive the good 'ole Mystery Machine. Boy, it brought back memories.
While driving to her check-up, she imagined what it would be like solving mysteries again; once Fred was back, of course. You see, the gang had taken a temporary break from the mystery solving days…well, once Fred announced he was going into the army, nobody really had a choice. Once that daydream was over, Daphne started thinking about the day that she and Fred finally proclaimed their love for each other. They were solving the mystery of the Jersey Devil, when Daphne fell down a trap door. Unfortunately, the door got stuck, so nobody knew what would become of Daphne, until the mystery was solved. Upon hearing of this news, all Fred would talk about was Daphne and how she had to be saved as soon as possible (in turn they set a new record for fasted unsolved mystery; Fred had motivation). After the 'Case of the Jersey Devil' was unraveled, and Daphne rescued, Velma spilled the beans to Daphne about how Fred was "like a lost puppy dog, worrying and worrying about getting her back" Then, that caused Daphne to ask Fred WHY he was so worried about getting her back, which, coincidentally, caused Fred to admit his feelings for Daphne; and vise versa.
Finally, after fifteen minutes of intense driving, Daphne made it to her Doctor's Office. She got out of the car, slammed the door, and waltzed through the door.
"I'm Daphne Blake, here for a physical," Daphne stated.
"Dr. Susan will be right with you," the attendant answered. Daphne plopped down in a blue suede chair, and picked up an issue of "Vogue" magazine that was sitting on the end table. After a great deal of waiting, the doctor finally entered the tiny, puke green room.
"What are you in for?" Dr. Susan questioned authoritatively.
"My physical," Daphne replied with haste.
"Oh," Dr. Susan answered. "Well, let's get on with it, then, shall we?"
"Uhm…sure,"
"Any problems or concerns you need to talk to me about?"
"Well, there are some periods in the day when I get really nauseous, but then it eventually passes,"
"Interesting…tell me more,"
"Personally, I think the nausea is all in my head, but my fiancée won't listen, and insisted I tell you of this problem," Daphne explained.
"Very well," Dr. Susan took a brief pause to think, and then stated, "I will be right back; I just need to talk to my nurse for a few minutes,"
"Alright," Daphne stared at the wall for awhile, impatiently waiting for her doctor to come back. She wondered what Dr. Susan went to the nurse to talk about. Hopefully it wasn't something gossipy about her. That's the worst. Daphne hated going to the salon to get her nails done, because she didn't like how the employees would talk in a different language to each other: it made her wonder if they were talking about her. Dr. Susan came back into the room about five minutes later and said, "We need to do a blood test, if you don't mind,"
"No problem, of course!" Daphne said happily, for she had had two cappuccinos earlier in the day. After the blood test, Daphne sat for about twenty-five minutes, and then Dr. Susan reentered the room, looking a bit nervous.
"Are you okay?" Daphne inquired looking a bit concerned.
"Uh…yes, I, uh…have some news to tell you…" Dr. Susan stuttered nervously.
"What is it?" Daphne cocked her head sideways just like a dog.
"You have the Asian Flu," Dr. Susan stated.
"What, is it fatal?" Daphne squealed, obviously shocked. A lot of thoughts were running through her head at this point: What if I die? What if my hair falls out? What if Fred commits suicide because I die? What if I die and Fred starts dating Velma and gains 50 pounds? Her thoughts were interrupted by Dr. Susan, yelling,
"I didn't mean that, I meant that you are pregnant," Daphne sighed a sigh of relief, she was glad she wasn't dying, but being pregnant wasn't much better. "Jeepers," Daphne whispered.
"Congratulations?" Dr. Susan stated with a bit of question in her voice.
"Thank you," Daphne glumly replied.
"You're engaged, right?"
"What do I look like? A prostitute?"
"Uhm…no, I was just wondering," Dr. Susan mumbled. "How long have you been engaged for?"
"One day," Daphne replied proudly.
"Well, let's continue with the physical," Dr. Susan continued with the physical, and then finished. It turned out that she was perfectly healthy. About thirty minutes later, she was back at home. She swung open the door and stated to write a letter to Fred describing her doctor's appointment.
My Dearest Freddy,
I went to the doctor today, and I received some startling news. Don't worry, I'm not dying: So no need to go out with Velma and gain 50 pounds. I'm pregnant. I hope you're not mad, Freddy. Because I love you, I love you more than I ever will. Honestly, I'd die without you. I hope you are as thrilled as I am. I love you more than Najet loves Kahuna. I bet you don't know who that is, but it is this girl I saw on TV who fell in love this guy twice her age. And Najet REALLY loved Kahuna. How did you like the song? Oh and how do you like the Vietnam War? Is it pretty? Is the grass green? Are the hills alive with the sound of music? I know, I'm trying to dodge the whole subject of this letter…but I'm kind of worried, you know? Are you? Are you worried? You know I am. It just doesn't feel right. It seems like this is all just a dream. One that would end once somebody pinched me. I miss you so much, and I love you.
Yours always,
Daphne
Daphne stuck the note into the mailbox, came back inside, and called Velma.
"Hello, Velma?"
"Uhm…no, it's Shaggy,"Shaggy answered.
"Can you tell her that I desperately need to talk to her?"
"Well, she's at the store, and she said she'd be back in about five minutes,"
"Then you are going to be the first to know my little secret, other than Fred of course,"
"Golly, what is it? Is Fred cheating on you or something?"
"No, it's not that…"
"Then what is it?"
"Well, it seems as if I'm pregnant with Freddy's baby…"
"Creepers…I mean Jeepers!"
"Shaggy! I don't know what to do!"
"How come?"
"What if Freddy doesn't come back from the army, what if he gets killed?"
"Ohhh, like you don't wanna raise the kid alone…"
"Exactly,"
"Don't worry, Daph, nothing is going to happen, there's a lot of people fighting in the war, what are the chances that he is the one that is going to get killed?"
"I don't know!!!" Daphne started sounding angry, with a little twinge of sadness, like she was about to burst out bawling.
"I'm sorry, Daphne,"
"It's alright, Shaggy, but what if I can't solve mysteries with you when Freddy comes home?"
"Don't worry, you'll be able to, I mean, after the kid is born, you can hire a nanny!"
"I guess you're right,"
"Everything is going to be alright, Daphne, and think of this: if Freddy dies, you'll have a little bit of him left in your kid to help you get through it,"
"I can't believe it, Shaggy, you're right, you're absolutely right!" Daphne smiled. Maybe this pregnancy thing wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. "Wow, Shaggy, I've never seen this side of you before, you're so kind and considerate, not a hint of idiocy at all. I like it,"
"Thanks," Shaggy smiled, he liked being complimented by the prettiest girl in his graduating class (of high school that is). "Daphne, Velma's here, so I'm going to go now, goodbye, it was nice talking to you…"
"Ta-ta, Shaggy," A few minutes later, Velma picked up the phone and started talking.
"Hey, Daphne,"
"Velms, you know how I went to my physical today, right?"
"Well…yeah,"
"Turns out I'm perfectly healthy, well, except for one thing,"
"What's that?"
"I'm pregnant,"
"Golly! I assume you wrote a letter to Fred…"
"Yeah…he's clued in,"
"Why so sad? I mean, being PG could be a good thing,"
"Yeah, Shaggy already explained,"
"Shaggy?"
"Yep, he's pretty smart when he wants to be,"
"Uh-huh," Daphne murmured.
"I got to go, have a conversation with Shaggy maybe this time it will have some intellectual value,"
"Okay, have fun, bye,"
As soon as Daphne hung up the phone, she heard a rapping at the door; she got up and ran towards the wooden door. When she opened it, there was a policeman in a blue uniform standing there.
"May I help you?" Daphne stuttered.
"Well, I'm sorry, but the United States Army has some bad news for you,"
"WHAT?!" She screamed.
"Your fiancée, Fred Jones, got shot," Daphne gasped.