"Fred," Shaggy called out, placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder. Too tired to even speak, Fred turned to face the beatnik. His eyes were sunken, after a hard fought battle with Daphne over the possibility of an abortion. Shaggy paused before jutting out his hand and declaring: "Truce, man?"

Smiling as best as he could, he grabbed Shaggy's hand. "Truce."

Shaggy took a long, hard look at his friend. "Like, what's up, dude?"

"What'dya mean, Shag?"

"Fred, you look like a zombie." Shaggy cocked an eyebrow.

The blonde took a step closer to his friend, motioning for him to take a step in as well. After looking around to make sure no one, especially Daphne, was around, he let it out. "Daphne's…. Daphne… is… Pregnant."

Shaggy's other eyebrow joined the first, while his jaw seemed to be at his feet. "Man, I didn't know you guys were that serious."

"Neither did I."

"What's the plan, now?"

Now Fred looked genuinely confused. "Shaggy, I don't have a plan. I just…" He laughed slightly. "Not quite sure what to do. I want to keep the baby, but Daphne wants to abort."

Shaggy frowned. "I'm no good at this lovey dovey stuff, Fred, but you gotta tell her what your wishes are."

XXX

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I cannot perform the procedure. It's too risky for your health."

"Why, doctor, why?"

"You have what is known as placenta accreta. The placenta is what helps give the fetus oxygen and nutrients, and it's too deeply embedded into your uterus for me to remove safely. I could quite possibly perforate your uterus. I'm sorry, Ms. Blake, but I'm afraid you'll have to go on with the pregnancy."

"Isn't there any way?"

"No, Ms. Blake. If my equipment perforates your uterus you could die. My office is not prepared for emergency surgery of that nature. I'm sorry, there's nothing more I can do."

XXX

Shaggy felt horrible for leaving a distraught Fred, but honestly had no idea how to console him. Frankly, if anyone had just told him they were carrying his child, he might be a little upset as well. So lost in thought, he didn't realize a certain brunette climbing down the stairs as he climbed up…

"Shaggy!" Velma gasped, tumbling and landing on his lap. Feeling something pushing upwards against her skirt, she scowled at the beatnik. "Put that thing away."

A blushing Shaggy reached into his pants, grabbing his member and relaxing it. "Like, sorry."

"Shaggy Rogers!" Velma gasped, covering her mouth.

"Like, did you want it taken care of or not?" Shaggy laughed.

Velma chuckled. "I suppose." She leaned in, stroking his goatee. "This thing tickles." Leaning in further, she pressed her lips to his. Shaggy reciprocated, placing his hands around her shoulders, leaning into the kiss, making it more passionate. A certain bump returned, causing Shaggy to blush. "What do we do about… us…?"

"Like, how about, we give it a try?"

"You mean… Have… sex?" Her voice became hushed.

Shaggy's eyes widened. "Um, like, that wasn't what I meant… But, like, do you want to?"

Now it was Velma's turn to go bug-eyed. "I've never… fornicated before."

"Forni-who-ha? Uh, how about we go on a date first, man."

Velma blushed violently. "I… Uh… right."

Shaggy laughed, taking Velma by the hand. "Like, come on, Ms. Dinkley. We've got a date to keep."

Stunned, Velma stumbled upwards, allowing Shaggy to collect himself. He stood up, grasping the railing, and dusted himself off. "Like, come on, Velms. I know just the place." The lanky man reached into his pocket and produced a set of keys.

"Shaggy, what is that?" Velma had never known the man to be organized.

"A set of copy keys, which was unknown of by pretty much everyone, until now. Let's see, the house, the liquor cabinet, the Scooby snacks cabinet, ah- the Mystery Machine!" He held one key among the others. "Be very quiet." He took Velma by the hand, carefully guiding her down the stairs, avoiding the creakiest of areas. Down below the duo could see Daphne and Fred in the adjoining room, presumably discussing her pregnancy, they stopped and waited for the ample moment to dart down the rest of the stairs.

"You can't get an abortion!" Fred cried out, loud enough for Shaggy and Velma to hear him, among Daphne's cries.

"Daphne's-" Velma began, only to be muffled by Shaggy.

"Shhhh." He scolded. "I'll, like, explain in the van."

XXX

"Freddy wants to keep it?" Velma asked as Shaggy drove. "And where are we going?"

"Apparently so. And, like, honestly, I have no clue. Some place far away from there is fine by me. We haven't been driving for, like, that long."

"Shaggy, we've been gone an hour and a half. And that's Freddy calling me for the 10th time- Hello?" Shaggy shook his head violently no as in 'No Fred, we don't have the Mystery Machine, and we don't have a copy of the keys to it, either.' Velma got the gist, and informed Fred they were not with the van. She then conjured up a lie and told the blonde man she and Shaggy had gone off and walked to get dinner and catch a movie. That seemed to get Fred off the line, as the brunette soon hung up the phone.

"You know, I hate lying to him but, I think we needed to get away." Velma said solemnly.

"Yeah, man. I agree." Shaggy concurred as he made a left hand turn off the highway. "Hmm… I wonder what this little town is."

"Shaggy, where in Ohio are we?"

"We left Ohio about 45 minutes ago. We're in Pennsylvania now." Shaggy immediately slammed on the break as a group of what appeared to be beach goers darted out into the street. His arm flew out to hold back Velma who had begun to fly forward. Shaggy turned to see the brunette blushing deeply.

"Shaggy, you're touch… um… Your hand…"

He looked down slightly to see his hand had landed squarely on her chest. He whipped it back to the wheel, blushing deeper than Velma had, and mumbling even more incoherently.

"Shaggy look!" Velma broke his mumbling streak. "Welcome to North Plainfield." She read of road sign as they continued to drive. "Enjoy the greatest of the lakes." She paused, glaring at the driver. "You've brought me to the great lakes?"

Shaggy smiled slightly. "Like, apparently."

"Norville Rogers. You've known where we were going the whole time!" Velma accused. Thought Shaggy winced at hearing his actual name, he was smiling wildly.

"Like, guilty as charged."

"But we haven't got our swimsuits-"

"Check under your seat."

Leaning over, Velma pulled out Shaggy's trunks and Velma's white one piece. "How did you know how to get here? This place is…" She stopped, searching for the word. "Perfect."

"I used to come here with my parents as a little kid." He smiled again, thinking of the memory.

"Used to?" Velma questioned.

"Shugey was born here, and with a new child around, vacations, like, weren't an option."

Velma smiled. She fondly remembered Shaggy's younger sister, Maggie, or Shugey as she was known as a toddler. She'd been married about a year ago, and it was the only time Velma had seen Shaggy cry. Something about the way he was with his baby sister always told Velma that Shaggy would make a wonderful father. Not that she had ever shared this thought with anyone, not even Scooby- Doo.

"How is Maggie, anyway?"

"Good, she just called about a week ago. They're trying to get pregnant."

"And how is that going?"

"How should I know? She's my sister, not you."

"And just what is that supposed to mean? You could just say girlfriend." Velma uncharacteristically giggled as a young child would.

Shaggy started blushing again. "I- I, uh, meant that she just tells me basic stuff, and you, uh, get into… uh…"

"Details." Velma finished.

"Like, yeah. But, uh, girlfriend works too." He flashed a smile. To Velma's amazement, he parallel parked the Mystery Machine in a spot on the street, and could do nothing but stare at the lanky man. "What? I do have a driver's license."

"I didn't say anything…" Velma muttered sheepishly.

They climbed out of the van, and Shaggy took Velma by the waist. She reached up on her toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'm hungry." She wondered aloud.

"What! That's, like, my line!" Shaggy exclaimed.

"I seem to have stolen it." Velma giggled again.

"Well, then, like, come on, then."

XXX

"I can't believe they would take off like that." Daphne mumbled to herself, holding her tiny bump of a stomach.

"But I have the keys, so how did they get the van?" Fred scowled.

"Beats me, but do you think Mrs. Berkshire has any bacon around?"

"B-bacon?"

"I'm craving bacon for some strange reason. Now, where would Shaggy and Velma go anyway?"

"Pregnancy. Strange reason." Fred chuckled. He then frowned upon remembering his two closest friends had just made off with his van. "I have no clue. Where would they go?"

"I'm gonna try Shag's phone." Daphne struggled to fit her hand down her pocket. "I… need… bigger pants." She grumbled as she finally got her phone out, dialed Shaggy's number and put the call on speaker phone. Placing the phone on her lap, she undid the jean button as well as undid the zipper, allowing her more breathing room. Fred could only stare, realizing that was his child in that tiny bump. The phone continued to beep, and suddenly clicked into call. "Shaggy!" The redhead exclaimed. Her declaration went unnoticed, evidently, as a conversation appeared to be happening in the background.

"Like, a bottle of the finest wine you got!" Shaggy's voice.

"Since when does Shaggy drink?" Daphne asked quizzically.

"Shhhh!" Fred scolded.

"Shaggy, you wild man!" The second voice appeared to be Velma's. There was a pause. "Oh, I'd like the chicken parmesan, please."

"And, I'll, like, take the steak."

Daphne snapped the phone shut. "Movies and pizza, huh? Since when do they serve wine at the cinema?"

"Those two? An entire bottle of wine? They'll be in no shape to drive back." Fred growled furiously.

Fred turned to find Daphne leaning over to her belly, hand blocking his view. "Daddy's mad…" She giggled.

Fred cocked an eyebrow at her. "Daddy is very mad."

XXX

"Shaggy, you hardly ate anything." Velma commented as they exited the restaurant, holding onto the man as the wine had given her a slight buzz. Velma was never very good with alcohol.

"Like, I did too. I had that nice steak dinner and some wine with you."

"Exactly. You barely ate."

"I was, like, on date, Velms."

"Aww… You didn't pig out for me? How sweet." She hopped up to kiss him.

They passed several shops, as wells as many beach goes, and dozens of couples. This made Velma glow inside, and she squeezed Shaggy's hand just a little bit harder. And thought she was slightly intoxicated, Velma did notice they were headed in the direction of which they had parked the Mystery Machine. She was right, as they arrived at the van within minutes. Shaggy unlocked it, and pulled open the back doors, and pulled out a cooler. He placed it in her hands and then proceeded to lock up the van again.

"Like, c'mon, Velma. I know just the place…"

Shaggy took Velma by the hand once again and he darted off down the side walk, dragging the young woman and the cooler with him. They eventually found themselves sliding upon the sand. Velma went toppling over, taking Shaggy with her. The cooler landed promptly in the sand next to them. Seeing that it was after nightfall by now, the beach was deserted. Shaggy scraped himself up, and scooped Velma up in his arms. She managed to grab the cooler as she was lifted. Apparently the wine had begun to affect Shaggy was well, he was giggling and laughing, talking incoherently. Velma was doing the same as Shaggy began to walk down the shoreline, the waves the only soundtrack to the seemingly perfect moment. For the two of them, they seemed to walk for hours, until sand had completely filled his shoes, and his knees crumbled outwards, Velma and himself tumbling downwards into an isolated cave, surrounded by sand dunes.

"What-wh-what's… In… what's in the c-c-cooler?" Velma slurred.

"Vod-ka." Shaggy smiled. Velma smiled back as she leaned in for a kiss, trying to grab a bottle of vodka at the same time and fell directly on top of Shaggy.