Their First Thanksgiving

Disclaimer: Scooby Doo and all related characters are owned by Hanna-Barbera, Warner Bros.,and Cartoon Network. All other characters, names, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, places, and incidents is coincidental.

A/N: This is a fictional story based on the voyage of the 'Mayflower'. I have attempted to stay as close to real characters and events as possible. I did make a few minor changes. Elizabeth Tilley was only thirteen when she started the voyage; she married John Howland, also a Mayflower passenger, just short of her sixteenth birthday. I've changed her age to seventeen and romantically linked to Mr. Rogers.

The 'Speedwell' made two attempts with the 'Mayflower', turning back both times because of leaks. For the sake of the story, I only record one.

My thanks to my wife who came up with the amulet plot, Ally82 for her idea on desserts, and Jazzola for her work as Beta.

Chapter One: Appetizers

Part One: The Storm

Norville Rogers, "Shaggy" to his close friends, closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa. His ankle, tightly wrapped to the point only his toes showed above the bandage, lay nestled on a mountain of fluffy pillows. An oversized ottoman had been positioned to hold pillows and foot in the most comfortable position possible.

"Serves you right, Shaggy," Velma came into the room carrying a serving tray loaded to overflowing with Shaggy's favorite foods which is to say anything edible. Shaggy opened his eyes, watching the object of his unrequited love as she positioned the tray before sitting beside him, "you should know better than going one on one with Fred in basketball."

That was true enough but he hadn't been able to say no when challenged by Fred for a pick up game while the girls finished their yearly Thanksgiving dinner. "It wasn't Fred's fault; the doctor says it's only badly sprained. I just need to keep off it for a few days," he explained for like the hundredth time.

"I think it's just a way to get out of cleaning up later," Daphne smiled, sitting a soda within reach before joining Fred on the nearby loveseat. Four sets of eyes went to the window as the sound of the wind searched for any crack in the homes armor. Finding none, the wind howled its rage; continuing to beat against the window.

The storm had come up suddenly after the rushed trip to the Coolsville General Hospital and the Emergency Room. The four had had to lean into the fierce wind to make their way from hospital to the Mystery Machine. Noise of the wind made talking impossible; and the smell! The horrible smell of long dead fish assaulted their noses. The wind swept over the parking lot, blowing loose trash and small pebbles against their progress; stinging their exposed flesh and forcing them to close their eyes to mere slits.

"You promised to tell us a Thanksgiving story; about MacBaggy Rogers on the Mayflower," Daphne's voice pulled their attention back from the storm outside to the comfort of friends gathered around good food, reminding Shaggy that he had indeed promised such a story.

"You can start while we're waiting for the turkey," Velma added. She leaned over to plump up the pillows behind his head, "comfy?" she asked. He liked the nearness of her, breathing deeply of the light clean scent of her delicate perfume, his favorite; but did she know how being so close to him made his heart beat race in his chest. He had wanted to tell her of his feelings for her for years; never quite finding the right time or the right words.

Her fingertips traced a line softly down his arm, leaving goose bumps at their passing, intertwining their fingers, her eyes urging him to begin. Perhaps his unrequited love wasn't as unrequited as he had first thought. Or at least he hoped that was the case. The hand holding movement had not gone unnoticed by Daphne, who smiled knowingly at the couple opposite her.

The following is the story Shaggy told his friends on that Thanksgiving afternoon.

Part Two: The Medallion

"I only have our oral family history, handed down over the generations," Shaggy began. He felt his hand being gently caressed.

Our story begins in a mystery shrouded in time generations before the 'Mayflower' made its maiden voyage. No one remembers which ancestor ordered the medallion made or who created it or what happened to prompt such an artifact to be created at all.

The medallion was of the purest silver, circular in shape with a large emerald in the center. Runes were engraved in the body and fine filigree encircled the piece. The meaning of the runes was lost in the fog of time also.

What is known, and has been passed down over generations is the fact that after the medallion was created, the MacRogers clan enjoyed a prosperity unheard of at that time. But with prosperity came jealously from neighboring clans. That jealousy grew into resentment, especially with the McCullough clan.

It was never proved but suspicion fell on Kameron McCullough when the medallion was stolen. If Kameron was behind the theft, he would hire someone to do the actual theft; then act indignant at any accusations made by the MacRogers clan. One of the advantages of the clan's prosperity was the loyalty of certain persons who were happy to act as spies. For a price.

The medallion had been stolen in the dark of night; before the sun had turned the sky rosy pink the MacRogers chieftain had been awakened with news that the stolen medallion was on its way to London. An hour after sunrise that report had been added to and the chieftain had called his son, Duncan, and given him the mission of retrieving the medallion.

Another hour saw Duncan on his way to Plymouth, England by way of London. He was accompanied by Wee Willie.

*Interlude*

Velma extracted her hand in order to remove Shaggy's empty plate. "Time for a refill I see, and I need to check on the turkey."

"And I need to powder my nose," Daphne added while looking inquiringly at Velma.

"Ever notice it takes two girls to powder one girl's nose?" Fred remarked when the girls had disappeared down the hallway.

Velma looked at her reflection in the mirror. It wasn't that she didn't like what she saw in the mirror...it was just... "I should have been named Jane, then I'd really be Plain Jane," she quipped at her friend standing beside her.

"The make up and lipstick are the perfect shade for you," Daphne replied while adding a small amount of powder to her cheeks, checked the effect and nodded at perfection.

"Then why doesn't Shaggy notice?" Velma pouted.

"So that's it! I wondered why the makeup. You're in love aren't you? With Shaggy?"

"No! Not at all...well, he doesn't notice anything. I don't know why I even try!"

"Try taping turkey to your cheeks and pumpkin pie to your lips...he'll notice. Guaranteed!" Daphne pretended to apply the food items. The girls were still giggling when they returned and resumed their seats.

"The turkey is doing just fine. Shaggy, who was Wee Willie?" Velma asked, "I don't remember you mentioning him before."

"Wee Willie was one of Duncan's best friends." With a refilled plate and ice cold soda, so cold it had ice chips in it, Shaggy continued his story, "I'll explain Wee Willie later in the story. The MacRogers clan weren't the only one's in the area with spies or an interest in the amulet.

"With the destruction of the amulet, the 'Sisters of the Dark Cloth' would be near impossible to stop."

Shaggy's story continues...

*End Interlude*

Part Three: Moonrise

The woman stood in the small valley watching the 'blood moon' appear over the mountain. The moon glow seemed to set the mountain on fire. Macalla Kincaid wasn't her real name, it was the name her parents gave her at birth but her real name was known by only a few of her sisters in the 'Sisters of the Dark Cloth'.

Dressed in the black robes of the sisterhood, she murmured the last of her prayers before lifting the cowl hood to cover her raven locks and leave her face in deep shadow. "Well...any news?" She addressed the woman who had been standing behind her in silence.

"The medallion has been stolen, my Highness," the woman announced, her head bowed in reverence.

"At last! That worm Kameron McCullough has finally gotten the courage to do as we suggested."

"Our contacts report he hired someone else," the woman informed her superior.

"Has the medallion been destroyed, or has Kameron McCullough failed in that? Do the Sisters await my return?"

"They do, my Highness. Mayhaps further word has arrived since I left to accompany you to the Gathering."

"Let us pray for good news upon our return. Come." Macalla walked past the woman knowing she would follow at a respectful distance.

"Our Highness approaches," was heard and the gossiping women standing in a loose circle fell silent and took their places around the fire burning in the center of their midst. The Highness took her place, it wasn't necessary to speak her need for information.

"We await the arrival of Sister Ilyssa to arrive with the latest word."

"We need to preform the Gathering ritual," the Highness proclaimed, "take your places." Several women moved silently to their prearranged places.

The ritual was interrupted with the arrival of Ilyssa, "The amulet is on its way to Plymouth," she announced. Macalla knew what decision had to be made. There was only one option.

"We will finish the ritual," she said, "then I will follow the amulet. I swear to you my sisters, I will not rest nor return until the amulet is no more. Ilyssa will serve in my stead until I return."

Within the hour Macalla was on her way to Plymouth to fulfill her destiny.

TBC