I'm Sorry
Wow...I just had to write this. Actually, in the past few days, I have become obsessed with anything and everything Quagmire. I mean it. I love them so, so much. And those kids need more love. Which is why I'm here. XD. This is a bit like Across the Sky, but not really. Probably a lot worse than my other one-shots. Sorry.
Set in TVV. While I have been the owner of Book Twelve since October 18th, I have yet to write anything set there. Odd, isn't it?
Another piece inspired by music. GO iPODS OF DOOM!
Sky. That was all Duncan Quagmire could see, for miles and miles and miles.
Well, not really. If he looked down, he could see the small shapes of the Baudelaires, and the town of V.F.D. If he squinted, he could see the outline of Klaus's glasses.
How could everything have gone so wrong?
Duncan looked at his sister, and was not surprised to see her crying. In a sense. Three tears were rolling down her face. One reached her chin and dropped off into space. He wondered if it would hit one of the Baudelaires. If they ever came back down, Duncan was going to look up whether or not tears dissolved going down. He reached into his pocket for his notebook, his fingers touching the wool before he remembered it was gone.
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A few scraps of paper floated on the wind near Isadora's face. She reached out and managed to grab one before it was swept off into the sky again. Isadora looked at it. Baud, it read. Probably something she had written down while trying to help them.
For a moment, a cloud of anger darkened her face. It was their fault! How could they have mixed her and Duncan up so terribly in their stupid, cakesniffing lives? Stupid Baudelaires!
Isadora took a few deep breaths. Getting angry was not going to bring her back down to the ground, and it wasn't the Baudelaire's fault. She repeated that in her head before calming down. Better.
How long would it be before she went mad? Isadora had only been on this stupid floating home for a few minutes, and already she was sick of it. She slid down until she was sitting. Looking down at the ground...or, more specifically, the people on the ground...only made it more obvious how badly things had been messed up.
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Down on the ground, for a moment, all Violet, Klaus, and Sunny could do was stare in the clouds. In that one moment, they felt more emotion than they had nearly their entire lives.
Were the Quagmires angry? Did they feel betrayed? Were they worried? Upset? Would they forgive the Baudelaires?
Violet could only stare at the fading shape of Duncan Quagmire. Would he miss her? Was he mad at her? So many questions, and no answers.
Klaus could only stare at the fading shape of Isadora Quagmire. Would she miss him? Was she mad at him? So many questions, and no answers.
Sunny could only stare at the fading home, floating farther, farther away. Would the Quagmires miss her? Were they mad at her?
So many questions, so little answers.
Duncan, Isadora. Wherever you may be...we're sorry.
I read this over and I don't like it all that much...but I figure I'll post it anyway because it took nearly a week to write (or maybe less. I don't know.) I felt the need to put in something friendshippy (or just plain shippy, in the last section...I really couldn't resist.) Anyway, so review. And remember that they think Quigley is dead. VQ shippers, don't attack me.
- Emily