This was what he was given, those years of nightmares where he would awake…wishing to see Violet looking down on him. Her slender hand would touch him warmly on the cheek and she would whisper the songs their parents used to sing. Sunny would be with him as well, her teeth nibbling him affectionately with those big chocolate eyes.

"So Fernald gave you this?" Carmelita toyed with the gun, opening the compartment to find a full load of bullets. She laughed, holding the weapon lightly, whispering a bang she would smirk devilishly.

"He wants me to capture Sunny, and if Violet interferes to- -" His back ached, that scar was what was left of the existence of his old past. There was no more of a boy named Klaus Baudelaire, he was dead, and even he knew that.

She shot a look up at him, his eyes were glued to the table, "Well, Klaus…" She stopped, laughing, the gun slipped from her grasp to the floor. "Silly how you have the exact name as that boy, actually, I wouldn't mind seeing him again."

Klaus knew that look in her eyes, the longing to have someone from her past. Anyone to keep her sane. To know that she was a normal girl, with a family and wonderful life. Not a burnt lot, no family at all, and a contract sealing her to Count Olaf's every will.

He rose from the table, bending over to pick up the weapon from the floor. Was he truly wanting to do this to his own sisters, Klaus spat at the thought. If he was truly going to do this job, he would have to forget everything he knew and loved.

"Where is Fernald?" Klaus snapped, Carmelita looked at him with a pleading look on her face.

"You are actually doing his work?" She forced a smile to her face and a laugh broke out past her lips. "He's taking care of his dear old sister, that's what. After wanting to break from the troupe Olaf nearly drowned her."

"Drowned her?" He could feel her stare at him, he couldn't let his guard down…no matter what the cost.

"Yeah, ever since she hasn't said a word, even Fernald can't reach her. She seems to just stare up at the ceiling, all day she just…does nothing," Carmelita straightened her posture in the chair, "She's no use to Count Olaf anymore, that's what you told me right? That he would take her into his own hands? I bet he would finish her at the spot…in fact- -"

"Do you really think it is right to talk about death that way? Think it's all fun and games when you hold a weapon that can kill someone?" He then shoved the gun in his pocket, feeling a heavy feeling pulling him down…as if the weight of guilt and death lay in against him.

- - -

Fernald awaited at the surface of the waters for his sister to appear, they had made it to safe land…all the whining children, and what was left of the troupe. He knew he would see a figure surface, a young woman with her chin length hair plastered to her face….then he would grimace in embracing her and just give a slight smile as she would collapse wearily on the sandy surface.

In the mists that seemed to hang over the waters a figure did appear. Getting to his feet he squinted hard, trying to make out the figure, seeing the wet stranger stagger to shore.

"Count dear!" Esme cried joyously, letting Carmelita slip from her lap, falling face first on the sand. Olaf? He was the last one to come?

"There must be a mistake." Fernald said aloud to Olaf, seeing those gray eyes stare at him crudely.

"Where's Fiona?" He saw the old man smirk lightly, looking down at him with a fake, pitiful face, "It was terrible….I saw her sucked from the submarine, as the back tore from the Carmelita, I'm terribly sorry."

Fernald felt a cold feeling in him, not of the salt water soaked clothes on his skin…but of the sinking pit inside him of hearing his sister was dead…

- - -

Fernald tipped his hat to hide his face in shadow, seeing Fiona had not even noticed his presence in the room. She would lie there wearily, not moving for hours until she would stand. Then the Fiona he knew would smile warmly at him, then her happiness would vanish…as if she awoke from a dream. There she would lie again, continuing to grow sicker by the hour, thinner by the day.

There was nothing he could do…

"Fernald?" A soft voice came from the other side of the rotting door of the tower, he bit his lip. There was silence, he watched as Fiona turned her back to him, letting her fingers glide over every carved eye…

"Come in," Seeing the young man walk in known as Klaus he smiled, this kid was accepting what was given to him. He saw him fidget with his glasses as his eyes caught Fiona, his face seemed to turn light red.

"It's my sister…Fiona, the only part of my family I have left," Klaus looked over at him and smiled, then turning his attention back on her. She seemed as if in another world, how she was so mesmerized with this room. Trapped here everyday for the rest of her life, until Fernald found a way for her escape.

She seemed…so hopeless without him there for her..

"You're a nice guy Fernald, that's why…I don't get how you can do this. What I mean is to the Baudelaires, they lost someone just like you have. I'm sorry for all that has happened, but I will find a way so both of us can have our family back." Klaus walked over to Fiona, she perked up like a kitten and turned with curious looking eyes.

"I would sacrifice anything for Fiona's safety," He smiled seeing how she looked at him, "I want to help you to Klaus Baudelaire."

Fiona came to her feet, she was face to face with this man, who seemed so familiar to her.

- - -

I saw your face in a photo once before

I fall in the darkness where I can't see you anymore

Bound in the lost world of anger and loss

I search for home and happiness..

Or left of the ones I love

- - -

"Klaus," She whispered, touching his face comfortingly, tears welling in her eyes, "I thought you were dead- - I even thought that…I was going to die." After all that happened through these three long years he felt finally happy, they were going to find a way out of this…

"Fiona, I missed you to…but your brother wants to help. Please, he may have changed but you must trust him." Klaus saw her nod slowly, looking up at him with tear filled eyes.

What they didn't know was that someone was listening in to this conversation. And that there was to be not a soon breakthrough as they would have hoped…

-End of Chapter Four. Thank you all, but sadly I didn't put the thanks in this. The next chapter I swear I will put the thanks in. I love you all for giving me the inspiration I need! Until I update again! Goodbye for now!-