There is no way in hell that I can apologize enough for being this slow. Half a fricking year has passed since I posted this story. I've straight up tortured everyone who wanted to read this.

I am uploading now because today is my one year anniversary of writing on FanFiction.

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Chapter time! (Finally. How you've waited).

The Quagmires stopped the minibus outside the ginormous Baudelaire mansion. Quentin and Karen got out of the driver and passenger seats, and the triplets hopped out one by one from the backseat.

They were on the side of the road, next to the black metal fence surrounding the Baudelaires' estate. Flower beds filled with different colored roses were strewn along the fence, everywhere except in front of the grand gate, considering that would be very inconvenient, and you would have to carefully step over the fragile flowers. Behind the gate was a big garden. A path led up to the big white building, and halfway to the front entrance was a beautiful fountain.

As the Quagmires walked up to the gate, they noticed it was slightly opened. All Karen had to do was give it a slight push, and it slowly opened, letting the family walk onto the path, and up to the door.

This mansion was much bigger than the one the Quagmires had, and it looked more like a royal living than a home for a usual, rich family.

Quentin was the one to ring the doorbell. A nice tone spread from the doorbell, and throughout the house, and very soon, quick footsteps grew louder and louder. There was a click from a lock, and Mrs. Baudelaire opened the door.

She wore a huge smile, from ear to ear, and looked absolutely delighted to see everyone; especially Karen.

"Karen!" she shouted happily.

"Beatrice!" Karen replied, and they went forward into a hug.

The triplets furrowed their eyebrows at their mother, then at each other. They were practically acting like teenage girls, and it was a strange sight.

"Oh my goodness, it's been too long," Beatrice said as the two women let go from the hug, but still held each others' shoulders.

"I know!" Karen nodded.

Beatrice let go of Karen, and turned her head to the triplets.

"I assume these are the Quagmire triplets I've heard so much about," she smiled at the Quagmire children. "Isadora, Quigley and Duncan."

"You are very correct," Isadora confirmed.

"Last time I saw you, you were just little babies!" Beatrice put her hands on Isadora and Duncan's shoulders. "You've grown so much, it's unbelievable."

"Thank you," Quigley smirked.

"Oh, no problem," Beatrice smiled back. "Do you want to meet Violet, Klaus and Sunny?"

"Yes, please," Duncan answered, nodding.

"Just go inside, I think they're in the living room; through the door on the right, Beatrice kindly instructed.

"Thank you, Mrs. Baudelaire," Isadora nodded once towards Beatrice as she entered.

Beatrice closed the door once Quentin, Duncan and Quigley were inside as well. She turned back to Karen, and let out a happy sigh.

"I just can't believe my eyes," she said.

"Don't worry, Bea," Karen replied. "I can't either. I can't believe any of this. Ever since we quit the V.F.D... everything's just been going perfectly."

"I get you," Beatrice said. "Life's so much easier without all that weight on your shoulders."

"We can't say we regret doing it though," Karen quickly pointed out.

Beatrice shook her head.

"I'm happy we were once part of it."

"I am too. It's been great."

"If it only hadn't been for the schism...," Beatrice looked distant for a second, looking back at old memories.

"Let's not talk about that," Karen requested. "It wasn't our fault."

Beatrice still felt that she was a bit lost in her memories, but she pulled the nod and smile routine.

"Yeah... Of course it wasn't," she lied to herself.

She knew very well the part she had taken in the schism. Beatrice had been the one to steal the sugar bowl from Esmé Squalor, and that part Karen knew. She also thought it was a rational decision. What Karen didn't know was that the poison dart that was the fuse to the bomb that was the sugar bowl, was thrown by Beatrice. Everyone thought Lemony Snicket had thrown it. But now Lemony Snicket was presumably dead.

"Let's get to some more important things," Karen said. "How have you been? It's been too long, we need to catch up!"

"Totally. I've been fine, mostly. Bertrand and me were both a little bit anxious until we told the kids about all that we've experienced, but now that they know, we're all fine," Beatrice explained.

"Oh, I felt the same," Karen began to tell. The two of them turned around, opened the door again and walked in.

Before that happened though, the triplets had walked in. A couple of minutes before the door was opened again, it was closed by Beatrice once the triplets and their dad were inside.

"I'm gonna head off and find Bertrand," Quentin patted Isadora's shoulder before walking off.

Even though it had almost been fifteen years since he last set foot in the mansion, he knew his way around like the back of his hand. The triplets were left alone in the hall, gazing around the big hall they were in. It was certainly fancier than the Quagmire mansion. To them, it didn't feel as homey or cozy, but it sure was beautiful.

"Want to go see the Baudelaires?" Quigley asked after a moment of them looking around in silence.

"Definitely," Duncan answered, and Isadora agreed with him.

The three of them turned to the right; as Beatrice's instructions led, and entered yet another big, beautiful room. This was obviously the living room, seeing as there were multiple couches and armchairs in there. The walls were lined with tall bookshelves, and there were several nice carpets on the floor, all in different, well thought out places. The main piece of this room was the grand fireplace though. It stood against the wall furthest away from the triplets, and had three couches in front of it. One in front and two on the sides. In these couches sat three children; one alone in one couch, and two others on another.

All the Quagmires could see of them at the moment was their hair. The boy of the group had short brown hair, the oldest girl had long brown hair, and the toddler who was standing up in the couch had blonde hair.

"Hey there," Quigley spoke.

The three children on the couches turned their heads around. All of them immediately got kind smiles on their faces. They stood up from the couches, giving the Quagmires the ability to now see their faces and bodies as well.

The girl didn't only have long brown hair, but she had bangs as well. Her eyes were a beautiful light blue, and she wore a very pretty purple dress. As soon as both Quagmire boys saw her, they got a weird feeling inside of them. They felt as if a sudden swirl of butterflies swept right into their stomachs.

Isadora could definitely say the same about the Baudelaire boy. To accompany his brown hair, he also had brown eyes. He was dressed very nicely and properly in a button-up shirt and gray pants. He looked intelligent because of the glasses he was wearing.

The toddler girl was definitely smiling the most out of them. You could see her whole set of teeth through her grin, and she looked ecstatic to met them.

"Hi!" she waved her little hand at the triplets.

As the Quagmires' smiles grew wider, the Baudelaires walked over to them.

"How do you do?" the older girl asked happily.

"Great," Duncan breathed.

"How about you?" Isadora asked back.

"We're very well too," the boy answered.

"I suppose you're the Quagmires," the girl said.

"We definitely are," Quigley nodded.

"I'm Isadora, and these are my brothers Quigley and Duncan," Isadora introduced herself and her brothers.

"I'm Violet, and this is my brother Klaus and my sister Sunny," Violet responded, gesturing to herself and her siblings.

"It's nice to meet you," Klaus said.

"It's very nice," Isadora grinned.

"I'm gonna have to agree on that," Quigley stated.

"Me too," Duncan said. He was barely able to pull his eyes off Violet.

The five of them stood at looked at each other, smiles on their faces, for a few seconds, before Sunny interfered.

"Get a room," she rolled her eyes.

None of the older ones could keep back the giggles. When Sunny rolled her eyes again, it didn't help. The triplets, Violet and Klaus kept chuckling. Violet kept catching Duncan and Quigley slightly looking at her multiple times, and Isadora noticed the same thing about Klaus.

"I'm sorry about that," Violet grinned. "Sunny likes to comment things."

"You don't have to be sorry," Isadora told her. "She's funny."

"Tank you," Sunny nodded once to seem polite. The triplets smiled at her mispronunciation.

A short silence followed. Sunny crossed her arms, while the older children smiled at each other.

"Well...," Klaus said. "Welcome to our home."

He opened his arms as to show them the living room.

"Thank you," Isadora politely said.

"It's beautiful," Quigley stated.

"Would you like a tour?" Violet offered, and all three Quagmires nodded.

"As you may already know, this is the living room," Klaus, once again, gestured to the room they were in. "If we go through the door over there, we'll enter a hall which leads us to the kitchen and dining room."

The group of six walked down to the other side of the room, where a big door adorned the wall. Violet opened it, and it led them into a small room. It had two entry frames, one of which led back into the grand staircase room, and the other led into a kitchen. There was also a smaller door in there. Klaus picked that door for their next part of the tour.

They walked into a small, but cozy room. It felt different from the other rooms. It was less grand and more family-esque. A couple of desks, and a few bookshelves were in there.

"This is the smaller research room," Klaus explained. "Father and I spend a lot of time here."

"What do you do research on?" Isadora asked with interest in her voice.

"All types of things," Klaus answered. "I like to call myself a researcher."

"He is a researcher," Violet cleared up. "And I'm an inventor."

"That's really cool," Quigley nodded to himself.

"Definitely," Duncan added, also wanting to make the impression of a respecting young man.

"Thanks," Violet smiled at both of the identical boys.

"What do you three do?" Klaus asked, now curious to know what their new friends liked to do for fun.

"I read and write poetry."

"I draw maps."

"I'm a journalist."

"Those all sound really fun," Violet said.

Then Beatrice and Karen appeared in the doorway.

"We're ready to leave," Karen happily said. "Are you?"

The children looked at each other.

"Yes, mother," Isadora answered.

"Then let's go!" Beatrice excitedly said.

Both of the grown women were still acting a bit like stereotypical teenage girls. Through the doorway they could see into the grand staircase and hall room through the entry way. Bertrand and Quentin stood there waiting. The children walked in a straight line from the research room to the hall. Klaus closed the door behind them.

"Are you ready to set off on this journey?" Quentin asked.

"Yeah, we are," Duncan snorted at his father's weird choice of words.

He was first out of the house, closely followed by his triplets, Klaus, Sunny and Violet. Their parents followed last, with Beatrice stopping to close and lock the doors to the mansion. While she did that, the Quagmires and the rest of the Baudelaires walked over to the big minivan parked outside the gate. Quentin jumped into the driver's seat, and Bertrand took the passenger. Karen sat down behind Bertrand.

Klaus and Isadora had a quick non-verbal conversation where they decided they were sitting next to each other. Sunny, who was at the moment in a phase where she constantly said "I can do it myself", sat down in the only seat without one right next to it. Violet didn't care where she sat, and just took the first empty seat she could find. Both Quigley and Duncan spotted this, and of course wanted that empty seat. Fortunately for Quigley, he stepped into the bus first, and so got the seat. Although Duncan didn't want to admit it, he felt a bit disappointed that he couldn't sit next to Violet. At the moment, he couldn't explain this disappointment, or why he even felt the great desire to sit next to Violet.

That would be explained later.