Fred Jones/Daphne BlakeFandom:
4. our distance and that person (キミとボクのキョリとアノコ)Rating:
PG, very minor swearing and dark themes.Disclaimer:
Scooby-Doo and the gang belong to Hanna Barbara/WB AKA not me. :p
2/30. All drabbles/artwork are unrelated unless otherwise noted. Stories are based on the animated series and movies (not the live-action ones). This one takes place right after Zombie Island so there are spoilers. Con-crit welcome since I have no beta. ^^'
This had to be the most emotionally charged case they have ever come across. It wasn’t the fact that the villain turned out to be a real monster. No, there was something else eating away at Daphne, Lena Dupree.
Daphne knew she should have followed her instincts. From the moment Lena walked toward Fred, Velma and her in the market, something about Lena didn’t sit right with her. She originally dismissed it as jealousy, Fred spent most of the time flirting with her after all. She couldn’t help but feel slighted by that.
She decided to play his little game, and made a point to mention how handsome the gardener was while Fred right in front of her. It was all fun and games for the price of some slightly hurt egos and feelings.
But when Lena turned out to be a ravenous cat-creature all that seemed irrelevant now. Daphne’s instincts were right, and she felt terrible about that. She felt bad about leading the gang into such a dangerous situation. She was playing off the fact that the ghost would be real, and she’d do just about anything to get some decent footage for her show.
Then there was Fred, who had to insist that the ghosts and zombies were fake, which led to another set of arguments between them.
A grim thought crossed her mind. One if one of them had died during this investigation? With all the bickering she was doing with Fred, losing him at that point in time would have left her with a truckload of guilty feelings. She couldn’t live with that, not with knowing how she really felt about him.
But that was all over now. Lena, the zombies and the cat creatures were gone, and it was time Daphne focused on what really mattered.
She stood next to Fred on the dock, watching the sunrise, the most eerily beautiful sunrise she had ever seen. She took Fred’s arm and rested her head on his shoulder. He didn’t flinch; he was as entranced by the sunrise as she was.
“I’m sorry…” Daphne whispered.
Fred broke out of his spell. “For what?” The hellish night before seemed to have wiped any memory of anything that transpired before that.
“For thinking…. there was anything between you and Lena, and for arguing with you and for leading you to this place.”
“Daphne, please.” Fred said interrupting her. “You didn’t know, I didn’t know. No ones at fault here.”
“I…” Daphne didn’t know what else to say. Yes he was right, but it didn’t make her feel any less guilty. She looked up at him, staring square into his eyes, and smiled. No matter what happened, he always had that optimistic gleam of hope in his eyes. As if no matter what happened to them, they would pull through. It put her at ease and she was ready to say the one thing she wanted to say all along.
“I love you.” Daphne said it without a shred of doubt in her heart. It was the one thing she was sure of, probably the only thing.
He looked back at her. His shocked expression quickly faded to a smile. His only response was to take her in his arms and kiss her gently on the lips.
To him, there was no need for words.