3 AM phone calls were never a good thing. Never. Shaggy scrambled for his phone when he heard the notes of a Disney song. That was Christina's ringtone and if she was calling him at three in the morning she probably had some sort of nightmare and needed comfort. It wasn't Christina on the other end of the line when he picked up, however, it was Draculaura.

Christina's been in an accident.

Drunk driver.

Head on.

Motorcycle.

Shaggy was up in an instant, thundering down the stairs as he pulled his jacket over his nightclothes. He was pulling out of the driveway by the time his mother came after him. Scooby came bounding past her and just barely scrambled into the bed of the truck before Shaggy floored it.

He nearly choked when he saw the accident scene.

Christina's beloved motorcycle was a mangled mess. The car that hit her was turned on its side and medical personnel rushed to get the other driver out while Christina was loaded into an ambulance.

Shaggy jumped the police tape and dodged the cops that struggled to stop him.

"Please, let me ride with her," Shaggy pleaded.

"We can't,"

"Please!"

"Meet us at the hospital,"

So that's what Shaggy did. When he arrived Christina was undergoing emergency surgery. He sat in the waiting room of the too white hospital, twiddling his thumbs and sweating buckets. Why did Velma have to inform him of the survival statistics for motorcycle crashes? Christina would be okay though. Christina would be fine. She would come out of surgery conscious and smiling telling him that he worried too much and that it was just a little scrape. Then he'd take her back to his house and cuddle with her for the rest of the night.

"You can see her now, Sha-gee," Dracula informed him as he stepped into the waiting room,

Shaggy jumped to his feet excitedly.

"Vait," Dracula ordered stopping Shaggy's mad dash down the hall, "She's in a coma,"

"Like when will she wake up?"

They don't know if she ever vill. She suffered head trauma,"

"and if she does?"

"It's hard to say,"

Shaggy raced down the hall. Bursting into Christina's room he was deeply saddened to see his sweet girlfriend in such a state. She was hooked up to so many machines it was hard for Shaggy to tell which wire went where.

"Oh, Christina, please, please come back to me," Shaggy begged, dropping to his knees at her bedside and taking her hand in his, "Like, I promise. I'm not leaving you. I'll be here when you wake,"

…...

And Shaggy stuck to that promise. He scarcely if ever left Christina's side over the next six months. Whenever someone wanted to see him they went to the hospital where he remained at Christina's bedside, reading to her, sing, talking, hoping beyond hope that she'd wake up. That she would wake up and smile at him, tell him she had been listening and was ready to go home.

"I miss you, Christina,"

Then one day, Shaggy woke to a sight he'd only dreamed of seeing.

Christina's eyes opened and she sat up.

"Christina?"

She looked at him before asking something that made his stomach drop.

"Who are you?"

"You like, don't remember me?" Shaggy asked, hoping in vain that she was messing with him. It occurred to him, however, that Christina would never make those kinds of jokes.

"Am I supposed to?" Christina countered quietly.

"I-I I'm your boyfriend,"

"I don't have a boyfriend,"

Shaggy's head dropped, "What do you remember?"

"I'm supposed to be in school right now. I'm supposed to meet Molly for coffee afterward,"

That was months ago. The day she was describing Shaggy realized was the day they met.

He had been completely erased from her memory.

…...

"Oh my gosh, Christy, you're awake!"

Clawdeen looked ready to weep, hugging her tightly.

Friends and family had been pouring in over the last several minutes each celebrating the fact that she was awake but all Christina wanted were answers. Why was she in the hospital? What happened to put her there? Most urgent of all, why were her wings a mangled, broken irreparable mess?

"Can someone please, please explain what's going on?" she begged.

"You were in an accident, Christina," Cleo explained quietly, "Six months ago,"

"You couldn't sleep so you went for a drive," Draculaura continued.

"And you were like, hit head-on," Shaggy finished.

"I don't understand," Christina shook her head, "I was in History and then I woke up here-"

"You have amnesia, dear," Dracula said, "The doctor isn't sure your memory vill come back but ve can hope-"

"CHRISTINA!" Sugie burst into the room and before Shaggy or Stacy could stop her, she launched herself onto Christina's bed.

Christina went stiff, she didn't recognize the fourteen-year-old who was hugging her just as she didn't recognize Shaggy.

"What's wrong?" the girl asked when she didn't return the hug.

Stacy pulled Sugie away.

"Can I go home yet? I have school," Christina turned to Dracula.

"You don't,"

"What?"

"You graduated before the accident,"

Christina could take no more. Slowly, one by one her visitors left until Clawdeen, Duncan and Shaggy remained.

"We're sorry, Christina," Clawdeen shook her head, handing the confused girl her phone, "Here,"

Hesitantly, Christina powered up the device and was flooded with hundreds of get well and we miss you messages which she ignored. Instead, flipping through her pictures. There she was in her cap and gown, holding her diploma. Swiping she found another picture, one arm around both of her cousins at her graduation party. After that, a picture of her and Shaggy. Several of her and Shaggy. Laughing, smiling, kissing, holding hands, acting goofy.

None of it she could remember.

"Christy-" Clawdeen started.

"Please leave me alone,"

So, they did.

/

A week and a half later Christina was back home, wrapped in blankets, staring at the giant pile of cards she had been given. The world was foreign to her now. Her calendar mocked her for believing it was January when it was November. A constant cloud hung over her as she struggled to understand what was going on around her.

"Christina?"

"Yes, Laura?" she called weakly.

"Do you want to go to the movies with me?"

"No,"

"Okay,"

What was the point of going out? Life as she knew it had been derailed. She was on the outside looking in. Christina stood from her bed, shuffling across the floor to her desk. Pink roses long dried and brittle waited in a vase. The note tied around one read: I love you. Making her pause again.

I had a boyfriend, I graduated but I don't feel anything.

Tears welled in her eyes as she brought the flowers back to life. She escaped to her bathroom where she took a long hot shower before changing into sweats, a long-sleeved shirt, and a hoodie. Sliding into the nearest pair of shoes, she grabbed a book and left for the park.

Dried grass crunched beneath her feet, November air tickled her cheeks, toying with her hood as she walked against it. Settling against a tree, burrowed in the warm folds of her hoodie, Christina tried to read the words on the page before her.

"Christina?"

Shaggy stood before her, a large dog beside him.

"Yeah?"

"Can I like, join you?"

"Sure," she scooted over to make room.

"I heard you got to come home,"

"Yes, the doctors thought it could help my memory,"

"And has it?"

"No,"

If anything it made her feel worse. Her stomach, already in knots, twisted even more when she saw the tiny flicker of hope on Shaggy's face die. Try as she might, anything after that day in history class was gone, locked away as it were and she couldn't find the key.

A somber silence descended upon them and remained even as they parted ways.

…...

"Shaggy?" Sugie called nervously knocking on his door.

"Come in,"

The room was dark, the curtains were drawn shut. Shaggy was sprawled on his bed staring silently at the ceiling. Hesitantly, Sugie perched on the end of the bed, eyes drifting toward the ceiling.

"What happened on your walk?" she questioned after a few minutes of unbearable silence.

"I ran into Christina,"

"Oh, you talked to her?"

"A little,"

"How's she doing?"

"Like, Draculaura said, not good," Shaggy sighed, "She's all scarred up and hollow. Can't remember anything,"

"I'm sorry, Shaggy,"

"We used to have the longest conversations. We like, never wanted to stop talking with each other and now I can't talk with her at all!"

"Have you tried? Really tried?"

"Yes, but-"

"What?"

"I'm nothing but a stranger to her now,"

Well, I wasn't going to let this sit here and stare at me for months so, here you go! Review!