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~Isadora's POV

The string on our fake Sunny doll had snapped. Duncan and I were running through the halls of Prufrock. Our hearts were beating madly in our chests. I felt like a failure. We had run all those laps and still got noticed in the end. I don't know how I'll be able to face Klaus after this. I had promised him nothing would go wrong...

"Quick, Izzie, the library," Duncan whispered.

He pulled me into the room and we hurriedly ducked behind the shelves trying to slow our heavy breathing. I'd never felt so terrified in my life. I couldn't get my mind off of the Baudelaires, our dear friends, hoping that Olaf hadn't gone to find them instead. Duncan held my hand tightly, and I could see my brother was sharing the same sense of dread as we heard the library doors open and Olaf stepped inside.

We held our breath as the wicked man inched closer to our hiding spot. Closer. Closer. He was about to find us. Oh, god, please forgive me Klaus-

"Boss!"

Olaf turned around and went back to his hook handed henchman just before he would have found our location. We heard the library doors slam shut and heard the hook handed man say he would guard the door. Great, we're trapped.

"Isadora, look."

Duncan carefully crawled over to a small shelf and grabbed a book. The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations! We found it!

"Looks like we have some reading to do," I said with a small smile.

Duncan eagerly took out his journalist notebook and opened the large book to begin taking notes. I pulled out our spyglass and figured out how to set it to the flashlight function and pointed it at the pages. We wrote down everything. Names. Spyglass details. Code phrases. Duncan made sure to take down as much information as he could.

"Just think of how happy the Baudelaires will be when we show them this," Duncan whispered with a smile.

I nodded, "I'm sure Violet will be thrilled with your note taking skills."

I saw my brother blush a bit in the dark, "Shut up..."

We hadn't heard the library doors open. We didn't hear the hook handed man creep towards us. We didn't notice him until it was too late. He dragged us out of the library, leaving cuts on our arms; our screams haunting the night.

The next day Duncan and I were shoved into Olaf's car as the Baudelaires rushed to stop him. I tried to throw Klaus the spyglass but it broke, leaving him with the piece that was mine in the first place. As the Baudelaires disappeared from view with the car driving away, Duncan and I had tears streaming down our faces. We had failed them. Our only true friends left in the world and we had failed them when they needed us most.

Klaus Baudelaire would never love me now...

~...

I woke up in a cold sweat, touching my arm where the hook handed man had once left a nasty cut when I was kidnapped. I felt tears well up in my eyes. My breathing was heavy and my heart thundered in my chest. Tears spilled over as I sat up and whimpered softly.

"Isadora," A voice said beside me.

A light on the nearby table was turned on and I felt a warm hand on my back. I looked up to see the handsome face of Klaus Baudelaire, my husband. We were in bed together. My bad dream had just been my brain replaying horrible memories that had long since passed.

His eyes softened behind his glasses, "Nightmare?"

I let out a sob, "Yes..."

Klaus pulled me into his arms and petted my hair as I cried into his chest.

"Klaus... I need to ask you something."

"Of course, my love, anything."

"My... my dream was about the night Duncan and I were kidnapped," I looked into his eyes, "I need to know: did you... did you ever forgive me for failing you that night?"

Klaus blinked in surprise, "Do you really think I was mad at you after that?"

"You must have been! I promised you nothing would go wrong..."

He put his hand on my cheek and held up my left hand in his, "Isadora, look at this."

I looked down and saw a white gold wedding band on my left ring finger. Carved on the side was K.B.+I.B. On his hand was a matching ring with the same engraving. We had them specially made for our wedding. I felt myself calm down just looking at it.

"You didn't fail me that night. That was the night you found The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations and learned all that useful stuff about V.F.D., and that information was essential to our survival when we got you guys out of that fountain. I couldn't possibly be mad at you for that. You promised me nothing would go wrong, so what? It worked out in the end. And we even ended up together, and our little girl is asleep down the hall, just like I always wanted since the day I met you."

I started to smile, "Ever since you met me?"

He smiled lovingly at me, "Yeah, Izzie, I saw you, and I just thought you were perfect. You're the most wonderful woman in the world. I believe I said: you bring light into my life, and I hope someday you will be my wife."

"Through all our pain and strife, I couldn't be happier to be your wife."

He kissed me, "Feeling better?"

"Yes," I smiled, "Thank you."

He smirked, "Well, you know if you need some extra assurance, if there's anything else I can do to help you relax..."

He gently pressed me down on the bed climbing on top of me. He started kissing my neck affectionately.

I giggled, "Klaus! What if Lizzie wakes up?"

"The door is closed, it's fine; besides she's a heavy sleeper."

We did have to work tomorrow... but... I did want some help relaxing. After all, I would hate to have another nightmare. I took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. He reached over and turned off the light before kissing me passionately.

"I love you, Isadora Baudelaire."

"I love you too, Klaus, now about helping me relax..."

~...

I woke up the next morning in a mild panic as I had overslept. Klaus had already gotten up, and was surely now at the research center he had started working at. Thankfully, Lizzie had been the one to wake me up before she ran off to play with her cousins. I felt like punching myself. This is what I get for letting my husband keep me up on a work night. I'll have a lot to say to him when I get home later. I took a taxi to work and tried to calm myself down.

I had taken up a job working as a poetry teacher for a local university. Hopefully, my students wouldn't ask too many questions about why their teacher was nearly 20 minutes late to class. Upon arriving, I walked quickly into my classroom and everyone turned their attention to me. Good, it seems they haven't been misbehaving that much. I simply set down my bag on my desk and apologized for my "poor time management." Nobody said a word, thank God, so I just casually began the lesson without another word on the matter.

When the bell rang later for class to let out, I collected everyone's assignments from the previous lesson as the students left. Once everyone was gone, I sighed and went to the teachers' lounge. I desperately needed some coffee.

When I arrived I ran into one of my coworkers, "Good morning Isadora."

I sipped my coffee before responding, "Morning Laurie."

She grabbed herself a drink, "Heard you were late this morning. One of your students even stopped by my room to ask where you were."

I groaned, "Ugh, do you think I'll get in trouble?"

"Nah, you've got a perfect attendance record, besides it was only a couple minutes. And you did show up eventually."

I sighed with relief; at least I know I won't be fired over this.

"What happened anyway," She asked, "You look tired."

I looked at her for a moment, processing my answer, before simply replying, "I had a nightmare; kept me up late. I'll spare you the details."

Translation: I had a nightmare, and my charming husband kept me up afterwards "helping me relax."

In all honesty, I can't be too mad at Klaus; he is my husband. I glanced at my wedding ring and smiled softly.

"And I love him no matter what."

~The End!

Kladora forever, that's all I'm saying here. What? They're married, it's their right. :)