A/n: Ok the copy cat fanfic has been removed and so as not to sound like a broken record I shall not mention it again. Thanks to all my reviewers blows kissesLove you all. It's a bit hard trying to follow your advice, some people say it's a bit hazy and ask if I can describe it more and others say it's a little too descriptive, some say copycatting Lemony's style is good, others say not so good. I'm sorry but I'm continuing this in the previous fashion. guilty look sorry. I tried to write 'Road Block' in my own style only it has a few minor Lemonyisms in it. I love making up words. Longest A/N ever: On with the story


There are many reasons in life why you may feel nervous, and then extremely embarrassed. If your teacher forces you to read a nine hundred word essay on the bible, even though it is one of the dullest books in the world, you may find yourself very nervous if she forces you to read it infront of the whole school assembly, you may then feel very embarrassed at the horror your friends put you through. You may go to the school dance in the hippest fashionable tube top ever I should henceforth like to point out this only applies to females and you feel very nervous talking to that lovely exchange student, you may then feel very embarrassed when you realise your tube top has suddenly slipped and made a very nice anklet. If you have ever experienced any of these things you may understand how Violet Baudelaire was feeling right then as she stood at the threshold of the Quagmire mansion.

She stared into the unknown, about to venture into the darkness, she wished she was 10 again and to solve darkness problems all she had to do was turn on the light. But she wasn't a little girl anymore, she was fourteen, she had done her own thing taken matters into her own hands before, so why was she so nervous? She was moving in with the Quagmires, her siblings and herself. They were to start a new life, not forgetting their old ones of course.
"Come on Violet." Said Quigley. She didn't look at him. She stared into the house and took a deep breath as though preparing for a long dive off a thirty foot diving board, with the feeling in her stomach Violet wasn't sure whether she was stepping into the house or off the board. Klaus shifted uncomfortably, he felt very confused as to why his sister was taking her time to enter, he too had feelings terror and of anxiety which is a fancy word for nervousness but that was not stopping him entering the house. Duncan leaned forward and put his hand on her shoulder.
"You're fine for now Violet, come on…" she took another deep breath and stepped inside. Mrs. Quagmire sighed in relief. Violet closed her eyes as though waiting to be stuck by lightening. Duncan sighed.
"Mum shall we go find our rooms?"
"Yes you all have separate rooms, take whichever you like, and Baudelaires, I know this isn't your home." Violet nervously opened her eyes. "But it is as good as, as I can provide." She had a twang of pain in her voice, which made the Baudelaires shift uneasily, they knew she was trying to help.
"Mrs Quagmire, we're fine with living here, it'll just take my sisters and I a while to adjust." He answered. Quigley grabbed Violet and Isadora's bags, which were not surprisingly very light, considering the lack of clothes.

Violet was half way up the stairs case when she stopped.
"Sunny are you ok with having your own room? You don't want to share with me or Klaus?" She asked carefully. Sunny looked up at her sister,
"Violet please," she said sadly "Let me go." That was the longest sentence she'd ever said. It made Violet want to cry, instead she nodded weakly.
"Yes, you're right… I shouldn't be so silly." She said. Duncan looked puzzled, he had been the only one behind Violet and Sunny so was caught in a traffic jam.
"Come on girls, pick up the pace, don't want to get the leftover rooms now do we?" he joked. Violet nodded.
"I suppose you're right, come on Duncan race you." she said. Sunny squeaked in annoyance but Duncan and Violet were deliberately slow enough to let her catch up.

Klaus's room was pale yellow with a lovely little corner perfect for curling up and reading. He had several empty shelves which Isadora informed him could be filled with books from the vast library downstairsand a desk lamp small enough so as not to cause any harm should it be thrown from the window in an attempt to harm someone below. Sunny's room was small and pink, not Sunny's favourite colour but it had many places to climb and lots of things to bite, perfect for the toddler to be accommodated in. Violet's room was violet, she had always liked the colour after which she was named so the colours suited her fine. The bed was small but comfortable and she liked the desk to one side, perfect for writing ideas on.

At midnight there was a knock on Violet's door, she was a little cautious to open it. Afterall some of the most dangerous people in the world knock at midnight. Midnight is supposedly the witching hour when all the ghosts and ghouls come out to play, then again it could be someone worse than a ghost or ghoul, it could be your big brother coming to hang you by your ankles, it could be the taxman. Violet was pleased to see it was not a ghost, ghoul or the big brother she didn't have, neither was it the taxman. It was Duncan.
"What on…Duncan do you know what time it is!" Violet said in disbelief. She stood aside to let him in anyway.
"Yeah I know it's late. I didn't wake you did I?"
"No…" she said trying to be honest. "I couldn't sleep."
"Me neither, we need to talk…"
"Oh no whenever that sentence comes trouble always follows." She cried out.
"Yeah I know nothing good ever comes from that sentence, it's about well… the you-know." Duncan looked awkwardly to Violet's stomach. She had thought it could be about that. "Your safe now so you don't…"
"Duncan try as you may I'll never be safe. Never 100 safe at any rate… Everything is going to go the way it was supposed to." Duncan sighed.
"The way it was supposed to be was your parents never died, you were supposed to grow up and go to college be a great inventor, get married and have kids in your twenties!" She bit her lip. That sounded so simple.
"Duncan, it's my life… I'm in control."
"No you're not… Violet!" his black hair fell infront of his eyes. Eyes are often called windows into ones soul, meaning you can always tell what someone is feeling because of their eyes… however if someone conceals their eyes it is not impossible to tell how they're feeling. Violet knew by tone of voice he was angry and upset at the same time. She found herself in the same situation Duncan had been in previously, she did not know what she could say to make it all right, for there was nothing she could say. "He is..." He whispered.

"Duncan I…" she started but she didn't finish, this time there was no reason for her to leave her sentence hanging. She sighed and switched on the light. It was a bit painful at first but her eyes adjusted. "I can still live a life normally, admittedly previous things class as way outside the limits of normal but… Duncan if I truly am safe here then… then I can still lead my own life."
"Yeah you're really going to go to college leaving a kid at home and when you meet your future husband you might forget to mention you already have a child." Violet felt the anger flare inside her. Half of her wanted to scream at him and tell him that she would never do that. Part of her thought he was concerned and felt guilty toward the other part of her that was angry. And a small part…just a small part mind, wondered if it could be true. She sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, of course it was more than likely only a few moments.
"I'm scared as much as you are Duncan… more so because I can't deny this, you don't have to be involved I shouldn't really expect you to be. I however have made my decision and yawn and I'm…sticking with it." She yawned again.
"Come on bed…" he ordered. It wasn't a bossy tone more like an 'over-concerned-and-trying-to-avoid-the-topic' tone of voice.
"I don't want to sleep right now."
"You and Isadora are going shopping tomorrow… so you better be prepared, I made the mistake of going shopping with her once…"

"I don't want to be alone." She said quietly.
"You're not alone… Isadora'll be with you…"
"No I mean now…" she said awkwardly. She hadn't meant that at all but… Duncan thought he got her drift. That does not mean the window was open.
"Oh brother, come on Violet…" he said sitting on the bed beside her. He brushed her hair from her eyes and turned off the light.


"Come on…Up, Up, Up." Isadora chirruped. She bounded into Quigley's room and attacked him with a pillow. He yawned and tried to force his sister off of him.
"Ow, yeah go wake up Duncan and let me regain feeling in my legs." Isadora grinned. She leaned over and kissed her brother.
"Okay," she said she hopped up and out of the room. Quigley looked after her and smiled a secret small smile. He knew his home had burned down, but surrounded by his family and the Baudelaire's he felt he was truly home once again. He heard her check Sunny's room, Sunny was apparently already up. Klaus was the next to be subjected to Isadora's hyperactivity.
"Come on Klaus up you get!"
"Isadora… it's early… our first day off in…like…" he yawed not feeling particularly articulate that early in the morning. She knew he was right, it was their first night sleeping with no worries in an awfully long time. She was eager to sit at the breakfast table surrounded by the ones she loved, for the first time in what seemed like forever she had something to look forward to. She grinned sheepishly.
"Come on anyway. I don't care if it's early… you can't borrow Duncan's clothes forever, come on shops." She said she gave his arm a fruitless tug before dashing off. Klaus yawned and shook his head. Shaking your head is universal for the word 'No' but when Klaus shook his head at that moment in time it was with a smile on his face. The smile was short-lived however when a scream ripped through the building.

"DUNCAN QUAGMIRE!" screamed Isadora. After knowing her a while Klaus could read her like the books on his shelves. Her voice was filled with panic and fear. He clambered out of his bed. Isadora was staring into Duncan's room. It was empty, the covers were strewn across the floor in a very messy fashion. Any uneducated personin this instance meaning'not filled in on the situation' rather than 'intellectually below average' would assume there had been a struggle. Isadora gripped Klaus's hand and Sunny sighed.
"Not gone." She muttered. She crawled over to the door on the left. She could walk she just found it was too early in the morning. In the morning there are many things you feel you cannot do: work for instance. Which is why it is a puzzle to me as to why schools start so early in the morning. Writing ASoUE stories should not be attempted at any point in life. least of all mornings. Sunnydidn't knock, just uprighted herself and opened the door. Isadora suddenly lost her panicked look and smiled slightly. She pointed Klaus in the right direction. Violet was laying asleep in the bed and Duncan was laying next to her. His arm was wrapped around her and she had her head on his chest.
"I'm beginning to worry about your brother and my sister." Klaus said shaking his head in defeat. He wandered downstairs after Quigley who was by now laughing. Isadora smiled and sneaked in.

"Duncan…" she shook him gently. Sunny giggled and left them alone. Duncan yawned and turned his head to face his sister careful not to disturb Violet.
"Uhm." He asked sleepily. Isadora gave him a wary look.
"Shouldn't you be in your own bed lover-boy." She said. Duncan swatted at her.
"Go away Izzy."
"I've told you not to…" he ignored her and turned to Violet not letting his sister finish her sentence.
"Violet wake up…" She shook her head sleepily. Isadora glared.
"I'll leave you to wake her up and you better be downstairs in ten minutes." She scolded. Duncan mimicked her.
"She gone?" Violet muttered sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"You were awake? Figures… I better leave you to get dressed. See you in ten." She tried to recall the nights events and tried to plan a lie to calm Isadora down.
"Good morning Violet." Said Mrs Quagmire. Violet gave a weak smile.
"So sleeping beauty finally graces us with her presence." Duncan announced as she arrived at the breakfast table.

"Hey you were only up a few minutes before I was!" she said trying to overlook the fact Duncan had called her sleeping beauty. She wasn't succeeding and was turning a bright shade of crimson. She sat down at the table between her siblings. Isadora was giggling and gossiping. Violet couldn't help but feel uncertain. She was talking about the future, Violet didn't know if there was a future for them.
"…Are the old shops still around mum?" Duncan flicked his crust at her. She gasped and flicked it back, Quigley wasn't about to stand by and watch his siblings fight it out on their own, he of course joined in. After all that's wat brothers do. They get involved, they ruin your life and they hang you by your ankles. Well... my brothers anyway. Mrs Quagmire didn't try to break it up, she didn't even attempt to try. Sunny was angered by the fact she wasn't involved and stabbed Isadora with a carrot. Isadora paused and laughed. Klaus looked at his sister.
"Violet are you ok?"
"Hm, what…oh yeah. I'm fine."
"No you're not… is it about Duncan?" he asked. She gave a small smirk and let her hair fall infront of her face so he wouldn't see.
"No… it's not about Duncan." She whispered. "It's about me… it's a me thing and, I'll right myself in time okay Klaus?" he didn't want to but he nodded anyway. "Good…"

Shopping is a stereotypical female activity, this does not mean all girls enjoy shopping and all boys hate it, it just means that shopping is more commonly classed as a girls thing. Violet however was not fond of shopping, clothes shopping even less... but the fact remained that they needed new clothes so no matter how tedious the task was Violet and Sunny were dragged along with Isadora. Klaus Duncan and Quigley seperated from them so as not to spend ages in one shop.
"What's up with your sister lately." Quigley asked. Duncan paled, he had hoped not to come on to that topic but the first thing his brother asked had to be that.
"Don't know she says it's a 'me' thing."
"Duncan, didn't you have one of those earlier… What's it all about?" Quigley asked.
"Hey leave me out of this… I was just worried about Olaf,"
"She probably got her period or some other girl stuff." Quigley muttered. Duncan shook his head, his brother was really dense sometimes.

The boys weren't the only ones getting worried about Viole andt after being there a few weeks Mrs Quagmire noticed Violet wasn't settling in as well as Klaus and Sunny. She didn't try to talk to her about it as she thought she could be the problem. When in a tough situation it is hard to leave something behind.
"You're what!" Isadora demanded.
"I have to go sweetheart I'll only be a few days. Violet will look after you, won't you Violet?" Violet's eyes widened and Duncan stepped in trying to avoid the question.
"But mum what if Olaf comes?"
"Who do you think we're dealing with Duncan? He can't be in two places at once." Violet although she knew she should trust in their side of the schism somehow didn't believe they would all be safe on their own, plus with her in charge.

And with that Mrs Quagmire was gone, just like that. Violet wondered if she'd see her again. It made her feel sad when she kissed her children and Sunny goodbye. She just tapped Klaus and Violets shoulders and said.
"It'll be okay." Klaus had always hated those words as most of the times they were accidental lies. Isadora grinned.
"Right mother gone or not you still have to go tidy your rooms."
"Tidoom." Sunny moaned.
"I don't scare if you say it's tidy young lady I'll be the judge of that." Isadora shook her head and took Sunny upstairs.
"What's got into her?" asked Klaus. The two remaining triplets and Violet chose to ignore him.

Isadora's room was small and pale blue, she grabbed her notebook and began to scrawl. Usually her book was for poetry and today was no different. Couplets were her speciality, her unique talent. Duncan's was journalism and Quigley's was Cartography. She tried to think of words, normally they just came to her and the pen seemed to have a mind of it's own but right now it didn't feel right. She had drawn a complete blank. Since when was poetry so hard? Ack. Maybe she'd go spy on one of her brothers instead, it was much more interesting.

Quigley was playing air guitar- Boys, go figure. Klaus was reading. Sunny was biting something which was now unrecognisable (perhaps because Sunny had been biting it.) Duncan's room was empty. Isadora smirked, she knew where he'd be. Violet's room.
"So it's definite now?" She heard her brother ask nervously.
"Yes." Violet said slowly. She sounded a little bit scared. Isadora pushed the door open a little further to see what was going on. Violet was sitting down on the bed and Duncan was staring out of the window.
"I'm a little nervous." She told him. Up until a few days ago it had seemed a little like a dream. Now it was definite.
"Figures, there's no going back now." Isadora was very curious and edged a little closer to the door.
"Do you think I don't know that? What do you take me for?" That was a rhetorical question she hadn't expected an answer, much less the one she got.
"I don't know anymore Violet." She looked hurt. "Who are you?" Isadora was clueless to the situation but whatever it was that was way too harsh. She half wanted to go in and yell at Duncan and force him to apologise, but the other half of her and the part she listened to was to stay put and spy a bit more.
"Just because of…this… it doesn't change anything, between us… Does it?" she asked biting her lip. Duncan sighed.
"How am I supposed to know, this was your idea?" Whatever Violet's idea had been she was furious at him.
"Then you shouldn't have agreed! You're right, maybe it was my idea but I'm not the oneregretting it!"
"I didn't say…" he sighed. "This is getting out of hand." He ran his fingers through his messy hair.
"I told you, you don't have to have anything to do with it, I told you already."
"Violet like it or not you're not doing this on your own I won't let you. Isadora and Quigley won't let you. Sunny won't let you. Klaus…well… Klaus will probably yell a lot but…"

"Oh, I just realised. I'm going to have to tell him…" Duncan rolled his eyes.
"No, you'll just wait 7 months and then…"
"Oh be quiet!" Isadora was really interested but the conversation seemed to have died. She saw Duncan headed towards the door and ducked away back into her own room.

There was something going on here and it was her duty as a little sister to find out. Well actually it wasn't but anyone who has a little sister knows they will find out any information that they want by using their own methods. Anyone who has a little sister also knows they can be very subtle the use of that is to be said sarcastically Duncan and Violet were definitely not ok. Maybe she could just outright ask him?