Sooooo, anyone care about this anymore? Long time, no see...it's only been, what, two years? I actually had forgotten about this, until I recieved a few reviews. This chapter has been on my computer for a while, just waiting to be posted. So, um, here it is.

I woke feeling numb. I could tell from the light shining through the branches that it was warm but I felt nothing. With no clear memory of the night before, the realizations were at bay. At least until I fully awoke, then the feelings of disgust and self- loathing all returned. But I didn't cry, I wanted to, but I couldn't quite summon the feeling. All the emotions felt distant, as if I had read them in a book.

I slowly climbed down from the oak tree, wanting desperately to leave those feelings behind and hoping that they would bind themselves to the tree. But they followed me, all the way up the marble stoop in front of the mansion, where I paused before opening the door. I wanted to go in with no alarm. I wanted to avoid the inevitable inquiry about the night before and why I had not checked in.

This however, proved to be wishful thinking. I heard voices as soon as I opened the door, before Violet came rushing at me, asking where I had been and why I had a leaf in my hair. She was followed quickly by Klaus, Quigley, Isadora, and Duncan, all dressed and done up already. They watched uncomfortably as Violet scolded me.

"What are you thinking, staying out so late without a single phone call? I hope to God you were at Ellie's. Please don't tell me you were with Evan. Sunny, how dare you sneak around behind our backs."

"I wasn't with Evan, okay?" I said, surprised at my own ability to speak, "and if anyone should be getting crap about sneaking around, it should be Duncan."

I wasn't sure why I had chosen to turn the attention to Duncan. Maybe it was because he was watching so smugly or maybe because he was the person I least liked in the house and in turn, to whom I channeled most of my anger.

"What are you talking about?" Isadora said, frightened.

"Duncan," I confirmed, "Duncan, the one whose been secretly meeting with, guess who, our favorite traitor, Fiona."

"Sunny…" Duncan said helplessly. I really should have felt bad, and I know I did well after this, but for the moment it felt so good.

"Sunny," Violet said, her voice sharp and cold, "don't try to take the attention away from you right now. What Duncan does is none of your business. I want you to go to your room and wait for me and Klaus."

I was shocked at her tone and nodded, "Please, though, can I just talk to you about this?"

Violet's voice softened, "Okay," she said solemnly.

I waited, my feet dangling over the edge of my bed. I dreaded having to tell Violet everything, but hoped she would forgive me about not calling.

She opened the door softly, closing it and sitting next to me on the bed.

"Sunny," she said, looking me straight in the eyes, "I want you to tell me what happened last night."

I took a deep breath, before relaying the entire evening to her, ending tearfully with "and that's why I had a leaf in my hair."

She hugged me tight and I felt surprisingly better, though I was still crying. I felt so young at that moment. I was very young, but I felt so childish and dependent, clutching onto her.

"You know," she said, and I knew some profound advice was coming my way, "he hasn't gone forever. And I'm sure if you explained everything honestly to him, he'd forgive you in time. If there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that we have to appreciate people while they're still here with us and forget all the small things that pull us apart."

I looked at her with a small smile and she kissed my forehead.

"Thanks for listening to me," I said, "I know it must sound like nothing to you, me going on about my teenage angst and what not."

"No, not really,"she said, "anything that can make my baby sister cry like this can't be nothing."

"I'm not a baby," I said, laughing through the tears and she smiled as she tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ears

"I think I'm okay now," I said, "I'll talk to Evan soon."

"Good luck and remember that we all love you very much. Klaus, the Quagmires, and I, we care about you. Don't ever forget that."

"I know, thanks for talking to me."

And with that, I was alone in my room again. I felt better. All the troubles with Evan seemed so small when compared with the challenges I had faced before, that my siblings had faced along with me.

Content and calm, I fell asleep, curled in the center of my bed.

I woke some immeasurable time later. The house was quiet for the most part aside from the sound of a few voices intermingled with the city noises outside.

I got out of bed, humming to myself as I walked down the hall. As I neared the stair case, I heard a voice from the other side of the closed door to the library, Duncan's voice in the midst of a one sided conversation. He was on the phone. I heard my name and quietly listened, pressing my ear against the large wooden door.

"I really thought the Baudelaires were going to find out today, Sunny, the youngest one, I thought she was going to say everything right there…yeah, I know, I will eventually…Isadora knows…I just don't know how they're going to take it, they're kind of…old fashion…yeah, well sure…okay, I love you…bye."

My eyes widened. He was talking to Fiona. How dare he talk to her in our home? And Isadora knew as well? When she knew what Fiona had done. Lost in the questions running through my head I forgot to move from the doorway. Duncan opened it, a puzzled look on his face.

"Sunny…what are you doing?"

"Oh, uh…nothing?" I offered helplessly. Then, quickly realizing I wasn't the one at fault I changed my tone.

"What are you doing? Who were you talking to?"

"It doesn't involve you," he said shortly

"Yes it does, you said my name, you said 'Sunny almost outed me today, oh Fiona, what am I going to do. I love you so, but you're a traitor. Oh, woe is me.'

"Sunny, you don't even know," he struggled.

"I'm telling them," I said decidedly, "KLAUS! VI-"

Duncan placed his hands over my mouth. I struggled and bit his hand causing him to let me free. I smiled at my success, and prepared to yell again.

"Sunny stop." He said sternly, his face taking on an expression I had never seen before. I sobered up and looked at him, shocked by the suddenly serious atmosphere. He winced as if what he was about to say was causing him pain.

"I wasn't talking to Fiona."

This was written about a year ago, so the writing style is more or less the same as it was in the previous chapters. However, I have nothing wrtten up to this point. I plan on finishing this, but please forgive me if the style changes or if I don't get the facts right. Thank you and, as always, let me know what you think.