Note: if you have not read the first 10 books in the series, this fan
fiction may not make sense.
"This is going to sound ridiculous," Violet Baudelaire said to Quigley, "but I'm glad you're not, well, dead." Quigley laughed. "Me too." he commented. The two had stopped on a ledge to take a break from climbing. Even though it was dreadfully cold outside, they couldn't help feeling like the icy ledge was the most romantic place on earth. Quigley leaned over to Violet and said, "May I?" "May you what?" Violet curiously inquired. "Kiss you." Violet giggled, slightly embarrassed. But she, too, wanted to kiss. So she nodded, and they both leaned in forward and embraced. It wasn't a quick kiss, as most kisses turn out to be. It was a long, pleasurable one, that was so perfect that it seemed as if it were unreal. But all good things must come to an end, particularly in the case of the Baudelaire orphans. "That was beautiful." Violet breathed. She began to wonder if it was all a dream. Quigley groaned. "Violet." He said. "It's true that that was nice, but I just realized that I really don't like you like that. I'm sorry, I really thought you were 'the one' but I just realized that were better off as friends." Violet tried to hide her disappointment. She felt her heart break in her chest. She loved Quigley more than anything, and just as she started to wonder if something was finally going right in her life, misfortune had to rear its ugly head. "Please don't cry." Quigley said affectionately, watching small tears flow down her cheeks. He reached to wipe them off, but Violet pushed him away and stood up, walked to the other side of the ledge, and, her back to Quigley, sat on the edge. "Misfortune, pain, and despair are controlling my life and the life of my siblings." Violet whispered. She looked down the slope. They were so high up, you could barely see the bottom. "But I can, right now, take control of my own life and end it right here." Quigley, who had heard Violet, rushed over to her. "No!" he cried, terrified. "Violet, we are only children. There is so much ahead of us. You've got to be there for Klaus and Sunny, Duncan and Isadora, your parents—we're all depending on you. You jump off this slope, you could put the lives of the ones you care about most in danger!" "I," Violet whispered in a hoarse voice, "am not important enough to save anyone. If it weren't for me, half the things Count Olaf tried to do would not have happened." "Don't you see?" Quigley cried. "Count Olaf will finish Sunny off up there if he finds out that you are dead, too. Then Klaus will be used to get the Baudelaire fortune, and he will be killed, too. Is that what you want? Your entire family destroyed? Count Olaf triumphing?" Violet just sat there, still. "I love you, Quigley." She said. "More than anything. I don't think I will ever heal from the heartache of losing you." "So you're committing suicide over me?" He said. "I'm not worth it." Violet stood up, finally. "Let's save Sunny before something awful happens." She said, determined. Quigley smiled. "Violet Baudelaire, your parents would be proud." "Not a word of this to Klaus." Violet said in a serious tone. Quigley nodded. The two friends, who were nothing more than that, continued on their journey to the top of the slope to save little Sunny from the face of death.
"This is going to sound ridiculous," Violet Baudelaire said to Quigley, "but I'm glad you're not, well, dead." Quigley laughed. "Me too." he commented. The two had stopped on a ledge to take a break from climbing. Even though it was dreadfully cold outside, they couldn't help feeling like the icy ledge was the most romantic place on earth. Quigley leaned over to Violet and said, "May I?" "May you what?" Violet curiously inquired. "Kiss you." Violet giggled, slightly embarrassed. But she, too, wanted to kiss. So she nodded, and they both leaned in forward and embraced. It wasn't a quick kiss, as most kisses turn out to be. It was a long, pleasurable one, that was so perfect that it seemed as if it were unreal. But all good things must come to an end, particularly in the case of the Baudelaire orphans. "That was beautiful." Violet breathed. She began to wonder if it was all a dream. Quigley groaned. "Violet." He said. "It's true that that was nice, but I just realized that I really don't like you like that. I'm sorry, I really thought you were 'the one' but I just realized that were better off as friends." Violet tried to hide her disappointment. She felt her heart break in her chest. She loved Quigley more than anything, and just as she started to wonder if something was finally going right in her life, misfortune had to rear its ugly head. "Please don't cry." Quigley said affectionately, watching small tears flow down her cheeks. He reached to wipe them off, but Violet pushed him away and stood up, walked to the other side of the ledge, and, her back to Quigley, sat on the edge. "Misfortune, pain, and despair are controlling my life and the life of my siblings." Violet whispered. She looked down the slope. They were so high up, you could barely see the bottom. "But I can, right now, take control of my own life and end it right here." Quigley, who had heard Violet, rushed over to her. "No!" he cried, terrified. "Violet, we are only children. There is so much ahead of us. You've got to be there for Klaus and Sunny, Duncan and Isadora, your parents—we're all depending on you. You jump off this slope, you could put the lives of the ones you care about most in danger!" "I," Violet whispered in a hoarse voice, "am not important enough to save anyone. If it weren't for me, half the things Count Olaf tried to do would not have happened." "Don't you see?" Quigley cried. "Count Olaf will finish Sunny off up there if he finds out that you are dead, too. Then Klaus will be used to get the Baudelaire fortune, and he will be killed, too. Is that what you want? Your entire family destroyed? Count Olaf triumphing?" Violet just sat there, still. "I love you, Quigley." She said. "More than anything. I don't think I will ever heal from the heartache of losing you." "So you're committing suicide over me?" He said. "I'm not worth it." Violet stood up, finally. "Let's save Sunny before something awful happens." She said, determined. Quigley smiled. "Violet Baudelaire, your parents would be proud." "Not a word of this to Klaus." Violet said in a serious tone. Quigley nodded. The two friends, who were nothing more than that, continued on their journey to the top of the slope to save little Sunny from the face of death.