Disclaimer: Characters - Lemony Snicket. Events - Mine. Words - The English Language.

A/N: It's been three months in tha making... well, actually, IN THE MAKING it's about 4 hours of time I didn't quite have back then, and then I forgot... well anyway... Prepare yourself, for... the Ultimately Dramatic Almost-conclusion!

So there they were. Isadora Quagmire and Violet Beaudelaire, holding hands under the lunch table and anxiously waiting to get away from their siblings, Duncan Quagmire and Sunny & Klaus Beaudelaire. No one could see their hands, but they seemed unusually happy.

"What are you two smiling about?" Klaus raised an eyebrow, thinking he was missing some private joke.

As though to confirm Klaus' suspicions, Violet and Isadora caught each other's eye and grinned broader than ever. "Actually, it's something we've got to go finish up," Violet said on sudden inspiration. "So we'll go do that now. We'll talk to you guys later, okay?"

And without waiting for a response, the girls rushed off, giggling uncontrollably.

However, as much as Klaus respects the privacy of others, he couldn't help but think he had seen Violet letting go of Isadora's hand (or vice-versa) just as they were standing up. And it looked like Isadora grabbed Violet's hand just as they were going around the corner.

So although it was very much against Klaus' character, not to mention his morals, he tapped Duncan on the shoulder and said, "Did you see that?"

"If you mean what I think you do, yeah. But if they're best friends, it probably doesn't mean anything, right?"

"Well... neither of them have held our hands... and I almost thought they were acting...?" Klaus had put special emphasis on the word "our" (which in this phrase means our author was too lasy to use italics and typed more than she needed to instead).

"Acting like...?" Duncan prompted, though he was pretty sure he already knew what Klaus was going to say.

"Like a - a secret couple!" Neither boy had too much opposition to this thought, as they had already detected some sort of "affectious energy" in the group (that someone liked someone else) but they had been operating under the theory that each girl liked the other's brother.

"We'd need proof," Duncan said tentatively, "though Sunny shouldn't..." He didn't need to finish his sentence. Klaus understood that he meant "We both know we're right this time, and Sunny probably doesn't need to see it as she is just a very little girl."

"Neenta?" Sunny said drowzily, oblivious to the hushed conversation, and meaning that she'd like to have a little nap before resuming her terrible job as a secretary.

"Sure, Sunny." And by this, Klaus meant "Perfect."

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The boys crept around the side of the administration building, correctly thinking their sisters would be in the hay that had mysteriously appeared behind it. What they were not expecting, however, was the sight before them when they got there.

Violet's cheeks were flushed, straw was tangled in her hair, straw was all over the back of her clothes, and she would have looked quite comical if she hadn't been straddling Isadora and in the process of removing her (Isadora's) bra. To add to the would-be comedy of the scene, she was saying "Oh - oh it's stuck - oh I really just can't get it off - come ON - really, it's quite stuck -!" Then with a 'SNAP!' from the bra and an "OW!" from both girls, it was free.

The boys had seen quite enough. Klaus wasn't so perverse as to want to see his good friend's bare chest, and Duncan the same, though more so because it was his own sister.

"Violet - Isadora - whadthahell are you two DOING!" Afterward, no one was sure which boy had spoke - the one that hadn't, had been about to, and had just gotten beat to the punch.

With a sigh, Violet closed her eyes and helped Isadora back into her shirt. That is, after she had opened her eyes again of course. She turned slowly, the attractive flush becoming a cute blush, and faced Duncan and Klaus. "We... um..." She didn't want to lie to anyone, especially not her brother who had meant the world to her since the fire.

"We quite fancy each other," Isadora said, being unusually bold, and somewhat strangely proud.

"Yes," Violet agreed, drawing courage from her girlfriend's confidence. She reached a hand back and held Isadora's. "You're not... mad, are you?"

"No," Klaus and Duncan replied. Klaus continued, "But we're not too happy you didn't tell us. How long has this been going on behind our backs?"

Violet winced at his choice of words. Isadora gave her hand a little squeeze and Violet answered, "Two and a half days. Since sunrise after we had that fight." She looked apologetically at Isadora, but the eyes that met hers were forgiving, understanding even, and caring.

"Klaus?" said Duncan, "Remind me never to fight with you." The four of them gave a little nervous laughter.

"Don't worry I will," grinned Klaus. "We should probably decide what to do about Sunny, should she know?" He paused. "And this is serious, it could affect her whole life, more than it's already been lately, I mean. Maybe we could discuss this without you holding hands?"

"You'll have angels flying out your ass before I let go of her hand, Klaus Beaudelaire!" Both Violet and Isador said it at once, and as neither of them would normally say "ass", and it was such a strange sentence to boot, everyone laughed.