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.

Two weeks later

"Put the flowers over there, Mortimer," Daphne glumly directed. She was already planning Fred's funeral.

"Daphne? Do you like maroon for the coffin?" Mortimer asked.

"No, how about black," Daphne sighed, "You know, the traditional funeral color,"

"Right," Daphne was wearing her only black dress, with a black veil that covered her swollen eyes and red, puffy face.

"How many people are you thinking of inviting?" questioned Mortimer.

"About 600," Daphne replied hastily.

"Huh?"

"Well, there's the florist, the guy who lived eight blocks away that Freddy never talked to when he was nine, there's the butcher who gave him the flank steak that he loved so much, there's the entire United States army and Marine Core, there's the rest of Mystery Inc., his family, my family, our pet Maltese, the guy who inspired Freddy's hair ideas-"

"Okay, so we're talking a big funeral here," Mortimer oh-so-rudely interrupted while Daphne scowled. "Any ideas of where this funeral should take place?"

"In our backyard, of course,"

"Uhm…Mrs. Jones, I don't think that 600 people are going to fit back there,"

"Oh, well, how about the local cemetery, but I want him buried in our backyard,"

"You want a dead body in your backyard?"

"He's not a body…he's my Freddy!" Daphne cried as she burst into Lucy Ricardo-style tears.

"Oh, I'm sorry for the mistake, Miss," Mortimer answered.

"I-it's al-al-RIGHT!" Daphne sniffled and started bawling again. "I-I need a minute,"

"Okay, Daphne, I'll just make the arrangements,"

"Thanks," Daphne sat on the windowsill and stared out of the foggy window. It was raining outside, and all she wanted was to have Freddy appear walking up the sidewalk, smiling at her. She observed the funeral crew bringing bouquet after bouquet of flowers into her house.

"Excuse me, Miss?" Mortimer tapped Daphne on the shoulder and ended her daze.

"Wha-what, Mortimer?" Daphne shook her head clear of her thoughts.

"What song do you want to play during the ceremony?"

"Oh, well, I'd like: duh na na na…na na na na na na na…" Daphne solemnly sang.

"Alright," Mortimer turned away and then turned towards Daphne again, "Oh, wait, what type of flower do you want…Daisy? Rose? Iris? Orchid?"

Daphne sighed and stated, "All of those flowers are happy, I need something sad, this is a funeral, remember?"

"What did you have in mind, Mrs. Jones?"

"A lily…a black and white lily," Daphne sadly said.

"Okay, Miss, whatever you want," Mortimer scuttled away to tell the florist of this new arrangement. (That person was the florist that was invited to the funeral).

Daphne rubbed her temples free of the stress she was in: Her dearly beloved Freddy had just died, and she was already making arrangements for his funeral. She started to gaze out the window again, thinking about how life would have been different if Fred hadn't died when he was shot, instead he was only injured. She imagined him coming through the door and engulfing her into a deep embrace, kissing the top of her head, and telling her that everything was to be okay: because he was there to protect her. Silent tears rolled down her cheek as she mourned her fiancée.

"Daphne?" It was Velma. She had just recently heard of the news. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah, I'm f-fine," Daphne stuttered. Velma shuffled over to her friend, and tightly hugged her. "Thanks, Velms, I really needed that,"

"I'm so sorry," Velma looked genuinely sad for Daphne, not like a fake sadness, but a real one.

"It's okay, there's nothing anybody can do,"

"The mysteries won't be the same without him, how will we think of the plans?"

"I could help!" Daphne exclaimed. She had always wanted to take on a leadership role in Mystery Inc.

"Uhm…I don't think you could…you're pregnant, remember?" Velma bluntly answered.

"Oh, right, I had almost forgotten,"

"Do you need any help, Daph? Arranging a funeral can be bundles of work," Velma volunteered.

"I've got everything under control, Velma, but thanks for asking," Daphne left her friend standing by the windowsill and strolled over to Mortimer, who was arguing with the florist. Mortimer didn't think there were such things as black lilies, and the florist did.

"Miss Daphne?"

"Yes, Mr. Florence," Mr. Florence was the name of the florist, the one that was invited to the funeral.

"There are such things as black lilies, right?"

"Of course, they are black and white…" Daphne answered.

"Told you, Mortimer," the florist boasted.

"Mortimer? Do you have any other questions to ask me?"

"Ahhh, why Daphne, yes I do,"

"Lay 'em on me, Mortimer,"

"If you insist," Mortimer smiled, he liked Daphne; after all, Daphne was a very likable human being. "I need to know a bit about Fred's personality and life, if you don't mind…"

"No worries, I do not mind," Daphne paused to think for a minute. "Well, he liked being the leader of everything, and he loved solving mysteries," She took a deep breath, "He also liked being the center of attention…Oh! And he loved sports, hated Red Herring, who I also would like to invite to the funeral, and he admired animals…especially Scooby Doo," Daphne giggled. She remembered what an animal Scooby was. She couldn't wait to get back to the mystery solving…

"I have another question, Miss," Mortimer said. "What did Fred look like?"

"Well, he was very buff and muscular, had short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face that was too small for his body, he had the cutest smile, and an adorable button nose, his face was a square-ish round-ish shape kind of like-" Daphne was cut off by Mortimer.

"This guy's face?" Mortimer stated while pointing at this male figure that had just entered the building.

"Freddy?" Daphne quizzically asked.

"Daphne!" Fred exclaimed. Daphne sprinted to Fred and he engulfed her into an enormous bear hug. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "I love you, Daphne,"

"Is this the guy we were planning the funeral for?" Mortimer questioned.

"Uhm…yeah," Daphne muttered. "Freddy? I thought you were dead, what happened?"

"D-dead? I was never dead…I was shot, but only in the rear end," Fred explained. "And the best thing about being shot in the buttocks is that you get to eat all the ice cream you want!" he added (total Forrest Gump moment).

"Oh, Freddy, I'd hate to see how much weight you've gained…hopefully not 50 pounds," Daphne sighed, "As long as you don't run off with Velma,"

"What?" Fred asked, utterly confused.

"Never mind…" Daphne answered.

"Well, YOU'RE the one who looks like you've gained 50 pounds, what happened?" Fred gasped. Daphne replied with an intense slap on Fred's left cheek.

"I'M PREGNANT, YOU IDIOT!!!" Daphne screamed.

"Y-you are?" Fred stuttered.

"Didn't you get my letter?" Daphne questioned, "I mean, you never told me if the hills were alive with the sound of music,"

"Well, they weren't…it was war…it was not pretty," Fred said. "And I never got your letter; it must have been lost in the post or something,"

"Oh…" Daphne murmured. "Are you m-mad…are you going to break our engagement?"

"Of course not, sweetheart, why would I be mad?" Fred sweetly inquired.

"I don't know…you're not ready to be a father yet, maybe," Daphne answered.

"Well, it may be a little early, but, that's alright…" Fred admitted. "I mean, I'm only 21, barely old enough to drink alcohol…and you're 20, not old enough to drink,"

"Well, that does come to its advantage when pregnant, huh?" Daphne giggled. She was so happy that Fred was alive, she could hardly even breathe.

"I guess, but, then again, I wouldn't know," Fred smiled, "I've never been pregnant before," Daphne responded by giving him a warm kiss on the cheek. Fred pulled her to the side a little more and started to fiercely and forcefully kiss Daphne. She deepened the kiss, and then Mortimer interrupted the two lovebird's romantic moment.

"Am I still going to get paid for this…?" he quizzically asked.

"Are you crazy?" Daphne gasped and then started to chuckle. "Uhm…the person that the funeral coordinator was planning a funeral for is not dead, and you're the funeral coordinator…do the math!"

"Huh?"

"Just get out!" Daphne and Fred slammed the door on Mortimer and continued to kiss.

"So, Freddy," Daphne's lips parted with Fred's. "Are you ever going to go back into the service?"

"Definitely not," Fred answered. "I'd miss you too much!" he added.

"I love you, Freddy," Daphne whispered into Fred's left ear.

"I love you too, Daphne," Fred passionately kissed her. "I always have, and always will…and don't you ever forget it,"

Whelp...that's the end...but there's going to be an epilogue. Tell me if you want a sequel...and if you do want a sequel tell me what time period it should be about (before epilogue, after...)