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"We are to be married tomorrow night! You cannot delay our blissful wedding, for she is the only one who will ever have my heart. You may be my mother, but she is my fiancé!"

Violet and Klaus sat nervously back stage, listening to Olaf and the other actors talking with extreme passion. The siblings were waiting quietly for their scene, the wedding. The play had been going great, but the Baudelaires were focused on their younger sister, who was sick in bed at Count Olaf's house, under the watch of his companion Fernald.

"Yes, my dear friend, Al. Elizabeth and I are to be married tomorrow night. I've had some issues with my family, but they aren't the ones to decide whom I love!"

Olaf recited his final line before whisking off stage, the curtains closing for the final scene. Violet felt butterflies in her stomach once again, but she shook herself free of them, telling herself it was silly to be nervous over three lines after practicing and saying plenty more.

Beside her, Klaus was still worrying about Sunny, trying to remember any books he'd read about what could cause sicknesses, and possible remedies. The boy had stuffed his brain full of so much material that he could hardly remember some books he'd read, especially those from long ago.

Count Olaf strode briskly towards the two Baudelaires, both in deep thought, and reminded them that their grand finale was up soon. They both smiled and nodded, but neither of them could keep their thoughts straight. The buzz of excitement backstage wasn't helping much either.

Just as the curtains began to open, Klaus and Violet were positioned on stage. As Violet waited beside her, Olaf leaned towards her and whispered, "Remember, Violet, sign with your left hand." Violet nodded absently, a little bit dazed.

"Sir Charles Funcoot, do you take this woman, Elizabeth Greyson, as your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love her, to respect her, and to be faithful to her? Do you promise to care for her when she's ill, to help her when she's weak?" Justice Strauss looked magnificent and proud upon her podium, reading off a script sneakily hidden behind a book. She wore flowing black robes and a silver wig sat upon her head.

Olaf, or "Sir Charles Funcoot", nodded affirmative. "I do," he responded. He then turned to Violet. For a moment she felt as if she's forgotten her lines, but at last she snapped back to reality. "I do," she replied, hoping it didn't sound too hasty.

Violet picked up the pen lying on the stand, and scribbled on the parchment placed in front of them. Olaf also scribbled down random signs, and Justice began speaking again. Just at this moment, the doors flung open.

The actors attempted not to get distracted, but Violet and Klaus broke role. "Sunny!" They both cried, jumping off the stage to greet their sister, who they thought was nearly dying. "Gookakayfa?" Sunny wondered, a word that meant something along the lines of I'm fine, shouldn't you two be acting? Before the audience could protest, the lights shut off, leaving the room in complete darkness.

"What's going on?" Shouted Olaf. Footsteps were heard, and the audience began to chatter. Klaus bumped into a woman while looking for Sunny, and fell down and almost broke his glasses. The woman fell backwards and topped three others, who in turn stumbled and pushed others around. Sunny was crawling underneath chairs and through legs, attempting to find her siblings. Violet has slowly making her way across the room to the stage, where she memorized where the emergency lights were. Just as she was passing the stage, she heard footsteps, then an arm grabbed her.

"Violet! Is this you? I recognized the white dress; it's all I can see in this madness…" Violet shook herself free of the man. "I remember where the light switches are," she explained to the count, then hoisted herself into the tall stage and wandered toward the back, leaving Olaf fending for himself among the chaos.

As his sister stumbled toward the stage, Klaus dropped to the ground in attempt to find his younger sister. "Sunny!" He called, but it was useless amidst the relentless chatter of the audience. He crawled carefully through legs and dresses, until the lights came on with a flash. Just as he was turning, Klaus spotted Olaf trip over the side of the stage and fall awkwardly onto the ground.

He stood up to help him, but saw Sunny shivering in a corner first, and ran to grab her before helping his guardian. Thanks to Violet, the lights switched on as Klaus ran.

Violet rushed to where Olaf lay, gingerly inspecting the groaning man. Klaus (with Sunny in his arms) and several spectators rushed over, gasping as they saw Olaf laying on the ground, limbs awkwardly placed and turned.

"Olaf!" Cried the Klaus. "Are you okay?" Of course, the young Baudelaire knew he wasn't, but Klaus didn't want to deliberately point it out and make the poor man's situation worse.

"I-I landed on my arm quite hard, I think it may be broken, or at the least, sprained," replied Olaf with a grunt, repositioning himself into a sitting position. "Are you children alright?" The Baudelaires nearly laughed at the question. Count Olaf was sitting against the stage with a broken arm, and he was asking the three if they were alright.

"Olaf, we need to get you to a hospital!" The statement came from a surprised Mr. Poe, followed closely by Edgar, Allen, and Mrs. Poe. Justice Strauss also lingered nearby, and Olaf's theatre troupe was climbing off the stage one by one. The audience had refused their endless chatter to a quiet murmur.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Poe," came Olaf's response. "But who'll take the children home?"

"I can," Mr. Poe declared. "Once they return, I'm sure Violet can care for them." Violet nodded affirmative, and the two white-faced women helped Count Olaf up.

"Come, children," said Mr. Poe. "Olaf may be gone for a little while, but after that he'll return to the house. You'll have to help him out quite a bit while his arm is broken." The Baudelaires nodded as Mr. Poe ushered them inside his small car.

As they sat, tired and weary, inside their parents' friend's car, the Baudelaire children could hear a faint voice calling to them. The voice belonged to their neighbour, Justice Strauss, and she was calling goodbye.

"Goodbye, Baudelaires!" Called Justice. "Be well!" The children waved back at her, but Mr. Poe didn't allow them to stick their heads out the window and shout farewell. Justice Strauss got the message without the yelling, either way.

The three Baudelaire children were bright and charming. They lived with their parents in a large mansion. Recently they'd come to live with their distant relative, an actor and a count, named Olaf. They'd had a wonderful month with their new guardian. And although the count had broken his arm, the Baudelaires still felt warm and happy, and very much loved.


Hi guys!

Thanks so much to everyone who favourited, followed, or reviewed. I'm really sorry that I haven't updated for so long.

This story was kind of my first test story, it wasn't meant to be too consistent and in depth. The storyline sucks, the writing itself is terrible, and I can definitely do much better.

I'm working on a better, plot lines story right now. It's based off Minecraft, but you don't need any knowledge about it to read it. Not much, anyway. This story will be split into three parts, and it'll be an epic (or so I hope) adventure/fantasy story.

Again, thanks so much! It's really encourages me that my craptastic flop of a story could get so many followers and favourites.

(Jaguar)