A/N: If the gang seems OOC here, it's because this situation has never been presented and I'm trying to present this situation, have the gang react as I thought they would.
Oh, and have I mentioned that I DON'T own Scooby Doo?
Dedicated to: Kelly of the midnight dawn
"I have asked you all here," Father Bailey began, "because I would like to know your faith."
"Why, exactly, do you need to know that?' Fred questioned the priest.
"It may affect your ability to fight the demon in tonight's dead time. So Mr. Jones, what is your faith?"
"I was brought up in the Roman Catholic church, Father."
"Were you confirmed?"
"Yes, Father." Fred responded, intertwining his hand with Daphne's.
Noticing this, Father Bailey asked, "Have either yourself or Ms. Blake practiced devil worship or worshipped Satan?" The thought of worshipping such an evil creature as Satan himself frightened Daphne. She frantically shook her head no, as did Fred. "And what is your faith, Ms. Blake?"
"I was also raised and confirmed Catholic." She attempted to smile, but given the circumstances, all she felt she could do was squeeze Fred's hand harder.
Father Bailey smiled slightly, nodded, and reached into a bag beneath the tech table. Unzipping it, he pulled out a small vial of clear liquid. He opened it, and dabbed his fingers in the liquid. Walking over to the couple, he spread the liquid on Fred's forehead, and then on Daphne's. "I anoint you both with holy water. May you both be protected in battle." Fred responded by crossing himself, while Daphne mouthed a small 'thank you' and bowed her head in prayer. Satisfied with his work, Father Bailey then turned to Velma, who was sitting by herself behind the tech table. "Now, Ms. Dinkley, what is your faith?"
Velma had never been an overly religious person. She had barely accepted religion at all, but to put matters simply, science did not explain what happened after death. Religion did. But she felt rather uncomfortable speaking about religion with preacher of a religion that was not hers. Smoothing her skirt, she cleared her throat. "I am, uh…" She pushed her glasses up her nose. "I was raised Jewish." Then, remembering how Fred had addressed the priest, quickly added: "Father."
"Do not be ashamed, Ms. Dinkley." Father Bailey also anointed Velma's forehead with holy water, but in place of a cross, he anointed her with the Star of David. "Now, what about your friend, the boy who was attacked?" The three friends took a long look at each other. Shaggy had never discussed religion with them. It was just something that had never been mentioned. Father Bailey hung his head. "Is your friend a non-believer?" From under the table, Scooby began to growl at the mention of this prospect.
"Scooby!" Fred scolded harshly. Scooby whimpered in reply, ears going flat against his head.
Father Bailey took another step, looking primarily at Fred. "Is Mr. Rogers a Satanist?"
That infuriated poor Velma. Standing up, she spoke angrily: "It's time for you to leave." Her sheer firmness frightened Daphne and Fred, who both sat with eyebrows raised and jaws dropped. Though the priest was angered by Velma's outburst, he bowed goodbye and quickly exited the room.
Fred made a beeline for Velma as soon as Father Bailey left the room, leaving Daphne sitting on the den couch to think. "Velma, what the hell are you thinking?" Fred scolded. "I'm not sure how the Jews do it, but we do not insult a man of God!"
Velma cocked an eyebrow. "How the Jews do it?" She crossed her arms. "Okay, you fucking Nazi, listen closely. Since when did you become a disciple? And furthermore, I am not defined by my religion. I am not just a Jew. I am Velma. Remember? The one who carries all your slack when your plans fall through! The one who hears you fucking Daphne every night! It gets old, Fred." She was red in the face by now, breathing heavily.
As her boyfriend and Velma argued, Daphne had noticed a portrait along the far wall, of Mrs. Berkshire and her presumably late husband, as she was in her late 70s and he was not mentioned nor around. 'God, that damn painting is nagging at me.' She thought. 'What the hell is it trying to tell me?' She glanced back at Fred and Velma, who were both screaming quite violently, swearing, insulting and throwing their fingers around like kindergarten teachers. 'That's it!'
"You like him, don't you?" Daphne shouted, and then upon realizing what she had said, covered her mouth, blushing furiously.
They had both been staring at Daphne, but now, turning back towards the enraged brunette, Fred couldn't tell if she was red due to anger or embarrassment. It all made sense, why she had been so protective, staring at him and such. "You do, don't you." Fred accused. "That's why… Everything makes sense."
"And what if I do? Is that so wrong?" Velma spat back. Feeling cornered, she took a step backwards.
"I can't believe you wouldn't tell me something like this!" Daphne gasped, clutching her ascot.
"I can't believe you thought no one would hear you two going at it like rabbits!" The bespectacled brunette spat back, pointing at the couple.
He creaked the door open, slipping in quietly enough so Serg, Heather and Ryan would not be disturbed in the kitchen. The last thing he wanted to do was explain the "how are you feeling" and "were you treated nicely at the hospital" speeches. Making a muffled beeline for the stairs, he heard shouting coming from upstairs. Hoping to gain insight into the argument, he paused, listening as best as he could.
"I cannot believe you would accuse Shaggy of all people of devil-worship!" It was Velma. He sank backwards into the wall.
"Do you have a better explanation?" Now came Fred's voice. The thought that his friend could actually believe such a thing angered him to no end.
"How about you shut your face and actually realize what you're saying!" Velma's voice was becoming more enraged with every word. He took another step up the stairs, and then another for good measure.
A scoff came across the hall. "How do we know you're not one of them? What, with all those candles and books you keep with you!"
A crash serenaded the home, sending him darting up the stairs and into the den. The table of computers had collapsed, Velma underneath. Seeing what had happened, Fred offered his hand to Velma, which enraged the man at the door.
"Like, keep your paws off her."
"Shaggy!" Velma gasped, pulling herself out from underneath the pile of electronics.
"Shag- when did you get out-" Fred stumbled.
Shaggy came nose to nose with the tall blonde. "You stay away from her." His voice was unlike anything the gang had ever heard, angry, monotonous, evil. Shaggy stalked over to Velma, offering her his hand. "C'mon, Scoob." He summoned the Great Dane to follow them, leading Velma out of the room by the hand.
Once outside, Shaggy let her hand fall, but she held him back. "Shaggy!" Stumbling backwards from recoil, he fell into Velma's embrace. Hands curled around each other's waists, faces only inches apart, his breath fogging her glasses. Seeing this, Scooby bumped Shaggy in the rear, causing his upper half to tip towards. Velma gripped his shirt, preventing a fall down the stairs. He could feel her lips, and he wanted more. Putting his neck into it, their lips making full contact. Peeling back, Shaggy could see Velma was blushing heavily. She was gripping his shirt tighter now, signaling him to come back. They both leaned in this time, holding each other firmly. Shaggy could feel her tongue slowly slipping in, liquids tingling like tequila. Pushing further, Shaggy pried her mouth open with his tongue, returning the favor. Taken by surprise, Velma slipped forward, sending Shaggy careening into the wall, Velma landing on his lap.
"Raw…" Scooby cooed. "Rhaggy rand Relma rittin' in a ree- RAY RI RES RES RI REN GEE."
"Like, Scoob, really?" Shaggy scolded. Velma laughed at the Great Dane's antics, which caused Shaggy to smile.
"Can you forgive me now?" Velma giggled. Shaggy could only smile.
"Hey Velma," Shaggy was looking right at her. "I'm not, like, a devil-worshipper."
"I know, Shaggy. I know."