Author's Note: I hope you like this little fic! It consists mostly of Fraphne, but some Shelma in a few chapters. I wrote this a while ago, unsure of whether or not it was good enough to post, but the writer in me got the best of me, so I put it up. A lot more chapters are on the way, so, as stated before, please enjoy, and don't forget to review and let me know what you think of it so far!

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it. Never have, never will. That's the truth.

Daphne Blake slumped down in her seat on her half of the purple loveseat in the living room of the Mystery Inc. headquarters, her light- orange hair fanned out over the back of it. She was bored. That was a fact. Her crystal- blue eyes wandered around the room, passing over a brunette with glasses, a shaggy- haired teenager, a big brown dog, who were all sprawled out on the floor, and a blonde sitting on the sofa next to her. She stopped when her eyes reached the window. Pure white snow was falling fast in the dark night outside, huge piles accumulating on the frozen ground.

A television sat in the corner of the room, blaring away loudly about a stupid new dish towel that was supposed to be able to 'virtually clean up any mess without any soap at all!' All of her friend's eyes were fixed on the television, only looking away to blink. Daphne snorted. Sometimes her friends could be so weird.

The commercial was interrupted as a man in a suit popped up on the screen.

"We interrupt this program for an important newsflash," he stated, shuffling a stack of papers in front of him, "The Crystal Cove weather Bureau has just announced that a blizzard warning is in effect for this area. 3 to 5 feet of snow is being expected, so we advise everyone to stay indoors. Thank you, and goodnight." The commercial popped back on again.

The blonde, Fred, Daphne's secret crush, turned to look at Daphne.

"Some storm, huh Daph?" he asked, grinning at the redhead. Daphne rolled her eyes. She took out a fashion magazine and flipped open to a page of a sandy beach on an island somewhere. Pointing towards the beach, she said irritably, "I wish I were there instead of here. You know, hot and sunny instead of cold and snowy."

Fred laughed. "Honestly, Daphne, don't you like being stuck in a room with me? All alone…" Fred winked, but was interrupted by a large burp coming from the dog.

"Like, far out Scoob! That burp was like, huge!" exclaimed the shaggy haired boy, who was nick- named Shaggy. Scooby, the dog, barked happily. The brunette, Velma scrunched up her nose in disgust.

Daphne giggled. "You forgot about Shaggy, Scooby, and Velma," she pointed out to Fred, laughing at the bemused expression on his face. Fred mimicked her laugh. Daphne swatted his arm with her magazine.

"Stop you two! I can't hear the T.V.!" exclaimed Velma.

"We were only playing," grumbled Daphne, slumping back down in her seat. She sighed again. Man she was bored! Suddenly, the lights and the T.V. in the small room flickered off, leaving the teenagers sitting in total darkness, except for the glow of the fire in the fireplace in the corner of the room.

"Raggy! Raggy Ri'm rared!" cried the huge dog, leaping into his master's lap.

Daphne dropped her magazine and clung onto Fred's arm, who gave the redhead a smile. She was so pretty, he thought, especially when she's scared. Fred had a secret crush on Daphne, just like Daphne for him.

"Like, calm down Scooby- Doo! Like, the power went out, that's all!" exclaimed Shaggy, scratching the dog's ears. Scooby relaxed, and jumped back onto the floor.

Daphne, after realizing that she was still clutching Fred's arm, quickly let go, blushing a little. Velma sat up, and groping her way across the room, found the place where they kept the matches. "Aha!" she whispered silently, and made her way to the dying fire in the fireplace. Velma struck one of the wooden matches, and began to rebuild the fire so that they could all be warm.

"Like, now what are we gonna do? Like, the power's out, and I'm bored," Shaggy sighed. Daphne remembered that back when she was a child, whenever the power would go out in her house, her parents would calm her down by telling her stories about princesses and mermaids and fairies and things like that. Daphne smiled.

"I know," she suggested, sitting up straight, "Why don't we make up stories to pass the time?"

Fred nodded, and added, "That sounds great! Velmster, Shaggy, Scoob, how bout you guys?"

"I think that sounds like an excellent idea," remarked Velma, pushing her glasses up her nose after having completed the fire. Velma's profile was illuminated by the now crackling fire. Shaggy and Scooby agreed too with enthusiastic nods.

"Well Daphne, do you want to tell one first?" said Fred, turning to look at the beautiful redhead. Daphne blushed, and flipping her long hair over her shoulder, replied, "Ok… What kind of story?"

"An adventure story!" exclaimed Shaggy, leaping up suddenly from his seat.

"Ra rirate rory!" barked Scooby.

"Something romantic," sighed Velma dreamily, "with princesses and princes and stuff like that…"

Daphne giggled and looked up at Fred. He looks soooo handsome in the firelight, she thought. Regaining herself, she asked Fred, "What kind of story do you want, Freddie?" Fred smiled down at Daphne.

"Whatever you want, Daph," he replied.

Daphne racked her brains for a good story. Her mind drifted back to her childhood stories again.

Daphne's Flashback:

"Tell me the one about the princess again!" the young red head pled, climbing onto her mother's lap. Her mother laughed.

"Alright, Daphne! Once upon a time there was a beautiful young princess named Daphne," Daphne's mother spoke, her voice as soft as a quilt. The young Daphne squealed in delight…

Present Day:

Daphne smiled. "Alright, I got one…"