A/N: This switches POV quite often, just so you know!

     The group was quite a sight, walking down the street: Eleanora led the way, followed by Klaus, who had linked arms with Fiona (It was quite obvious that he had chosen her at this point) and Sunny, who was holding Beatrice. Quigley, Isadora, and Duncan were directly behind them, with Phil and the islanders behind them. Everyone wore loose but at the same time sort of fancy clothes.

     Mr. and Mrs. Poe joined them, both wearing their fanciest clothes. They walked towards the back, and only came when Klaus said that Violet was performing.

     As they entered the building, Klaus realized that it hadn't changed a bit. The decor on stage had changed, quite obviously, to meet the fashion trends and the needs of the play, but other than that, every other detail was the exact same.

     "Hello, ladies and gentlem-" A young girl with flaming red hair and bright blue eyes said, stopping in the middle of her sentence, and began staring at Klaus.

      Klaus stared right back, wondering why she had started staring at him in the first place. Fiona had noticed this, coughed loudly.

      "What are you doing?" Fiona asked, her eyes flicking back and forth between the girl and Klaus, who smiled.

       "Everyone, meet my childhood best friend," He said, "I thought I'd never see you again, Grace."

    "Neither did I. Now, follow me, to your seats!"

     "Grace, what are you doing here?" Sunny asked.

     "Not now! Meet me by the the front doors at intermission."

      "But-" Klaus protested, but Grace was already walking towards the crowds to show them their seats. They sat in silence for a few minutes until-

      "Klaus!" Quigley whisper-yelled from around Isadora. "I think that's Violet!" He pointed to a girl who Klaus didn't recognize. After fully focusing on her, Klaus realized that Quigley was right. Yes, her hair was curled, she was in a dress, and was much taller thanks to the high heels she was wearing, but it was definetly Violet.

((A/N: I'm sorry but I just had to add these next few lines!))

      "Wow. She looks h-" Quigley stopped when Klaus glared in his direction, "I was going to say the truth!"

      "I think the play's about to start!" Isadora said, silencing both boys. She had been oddly cool towards Klaus and Fiona for a while.

     The play had in fact began. This play was very very long and pretty boring, so I'll summarize the play: Weeks are spent searching for the perfect girl for the Duke to marry, said 'Perfect girl' is found.

     It was intermission. The group of seventeen dispersed- Klaus, Sunny, Beatrice Fiona, Eleanora, and Duncan to go talk to Grace, Mr. and Mrs. Poe to go get snacks, Phil following them, and the islanders to merely walk around. Quigley stayed to make sure nothing funny happened, but no one could find Isadora. It was only the minute before the intermission ended that she finally came back and the show resumed.

     Said girl goes on a date with the Duke and he proposes, and she says yes. (Klaus could see the nausea on Violet's face when she had to say those words.) Said girl is about to walk down the aisle-

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     Violet walked down the aisle, trying to keep herself from conveying her nerves. She repeated the plan in her head over and over, the plan that would hopefully keep her unwed until -again, hopefully- Quigley proposed. She took her place next to the man who thought he would marry her.

     "No funny business," Fernald said warningly before beginning to recite his lines. That took what seemed like forever. Finally, he said the words. "Cormac McLaggen, do you take Violet Baudelaire to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

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      Klaus could see some people start to whisper hurriedly. He racked his brain for what they had said or done. Then he realized: They had used Violet's actually name.

     Violet was trying to take deep breaths without showing that she was nervous as Cormac said, "I do."

     "And do you, Violet Baudelaire, take Cormac McLaggen to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

     "I do."

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     Klaus and Quigley cringed when Violet said those two words.

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     "I do not see why this play has to continue any further, as I have already gotten what I wanted out of this tedious little play. Tonight, I am proud to say I gained a new wife and an enormous sum of money that I gained with four words and a signature!" Cormac shouted to the stunned audience, "He," Cormac gestured to Fernald, "Was a judge, Violet signed this professional city document in her own hand, and she is eighteen!"

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      Mr. Poe mumbled under his breath, "Not again!" He stood up. "I will not allow this!"

      "I'm afraid it's law," Fernald said with fake sorrow, "You must..."

      "I will be by tomorrow to withdraw the whole Baudelaire fortune. And as for the girl... well, aren't you a jailbird?" Cormac smirked.

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     "I am not your bride, and I am not a jailbird!" Violet snapped.

      "What are you talking about, Mrs. McLaggen?" Fernald said, still acting sorrowful. Cormac moved his hand from a tight grip around Violet's shoulder to a loose grip around her waist.

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     Klaus could sense Quigley tense when Cormac moved his hand. Isadora had noticed too, and she leaned over to whisper to her older brother, "Calm down. If anything, this should be fun to watch..."

      "What?"

      "Think about it. Violet's attitude. Not liking this dude. This dude touching her. He's gonna get what's coming to him."

      "True..."

     "By the way, I met a boy. He has a brother who can get us a ride if the need arises."

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      "You guys really shouldn't assume things automatically," Violet said matter-of-factly, "But, first things first, get your hands off my waist!" She punched Cormac in the chest with her bouquet, "I am not eighteen! It's- what? The twenty-first of June, and my birthday is the twenty-second of August! Last time I checked, a girl under the age of eighteen needs permission of her legal guardian. And who's my legal guardian? I don't know, but it sure isn't any of you! So I am not your bride, and this play is-"

      Esme was glaring at her.

      "Well, I guess we'll wait until then and marry you to Cormac then!" She grabbed Violet by the back of the neck and steered her off the stage with extreme force.

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     The audience whispered amongst themselves, and it seemed they thought it was more of the act. But the Baudelaires and their friends knew otherwise. The group rushed for the exit, followed by Grace. The Poes were still in their seats, stunned.

      They rounded the corner, and Grace caught up with Klaus.

      "Th- the back exit-" She panted, "Is round this next corner- but the c-"

     Headlights turned on in the street across from the back of the theater.

     Quigley took up the lead, then, to everyone's surprise, Isadora passed him and rounded the corner first.

      "Stop!" She called, hot on the villain's heels.

      "Screw the girl! I'm not getting tackled to the ground by thirteen people!" Cormac quite literally dropped Violet, and she fell to the ground.

     The villains rushed to get into the car.

     "Where's Grace?" Colette called.

     "I'm right here, and there's no way in all of hell I'm getting in that car with you. I've had enough of your schemes, and all the smoke and mirrors!"

      "Suit yourself, sis!" Regan hopped into the backseat.

     "To Canada!" Esme called, getting into the passenger seat as Fernald got into the driver's side.

     "Why Canada?" Ernest complained as the engine revved. Klaus, Fiona, and the Quagmires were getting closer and closer to the car.

      "Because being cold is very in! Now, hit the gas!" Esme shouted as soon as everyone was in. Soon they were too far away to reach. Duncan began to laugh,

     "Canada being cold. Is it just this group, or are all villains this stupid?"

     "I think this group is just stupid," Klaus began to join in with Duncan, then realized no one else was laughing, "Canada isn't cold!"

     Quigley let out a short laugh before helping Violet up.

     "Are you-"

     Violet suddenly threw her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. After a moment, she stopped and turned to face everyone.

      "I thought I'd never see any of you again. I wouldn't be able to see Sunny and Beatrice grow up, never get the chance to live a full life," She explained as tears continued to fall down her face.

      "Well, you're here now and that's all that matters," Quigley gave her a small smile and hugged her again.

      And then they were kissing. Her hands were in his hair, and his in hers, pushing each other deeper into the kiss.

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      Klaus was shocked at the two's sudden movements, yet at the same time thrilled as it meant they were most likely together now. He saw Isadora cover both Sunny and Beatrice's eyes with her hands, though Sunny peered over.

      "Quigley's first kiss!" Isadora squealed, "Well, almost first kiss, anyways..."

      After what seemed like eternity, the couple broke apart, but only after a very mysterious coughing fit began. Violet blushed when she saw that everyone had been looking.

      "Oh, sh-" Grace almost cursed before remembering that Sunny and Beatrice were there, "I forgot about Mr. Caliban! We've got to go get him before anything else..."

      "You know where my father is?" Friday shrieked, once again restrained by Omeros.

       "Woah there, Friday. Calm down," Ariel said, helping him hold her back. Together they got her to stay still.

      "Yes. You're his daughter?" Grace asked, "He's in the basement of the house. I would have helped him escape if my sisters hadn't been breathing down my neck for the past weeks. I'm so sorry. The house is quite far away, and I don't think we have a car..."

      "Actually," Isadora stopped her, "Follow me!"

      Isadora led everyone to the front of the theater, and started waving like crazy. A boy with sandy blonde hair made his way through the crowd. Isadora recognized him, and it seemed that Eleanora did too.

       "Hey dude," Isadora said enthusiastically, "We need that ride."

      "Sure, hold on one second," the boy pulled out a thin whistle, then blew into it. It made no noise, but eventually Klaus saw what it had done: A long black limo was coming down the road. The boy waved it down.

       "Password?" A muffled voice said through the thick windows.

       Before either Isadora or the boy could speak, Eleanora said, "The bounteous of souls shall reside here."

       The right side car window was rolled down to reveal a man in his late teens. He had dark brown hair, bright green eyes, and slight traces of a beard.

       "Yo, Lynn, who's the old lady- Oh, it's you Eleanora!" He grinned, "Mariam! Get the door!" He called back. The door further back opened to a girl who looked exactly like him, minus the hair color. She was in her mid teens and looked very unhappy.

      "Gabe, shut your trap before I slap that smirk off your face!" She shouted.

       "Good to see you, Baudelaires. You too, Quagmires," He nodded in their directions, "And if it isn't Fiona Widdershins!"

      "Do we know you?" Klaus asked, confused.

       "You probably don't remember  me or any of my siblings, Baudelaires, but you may remember my parents- the Krawaluski's?"

       Violet recognized the name, and it seemed that Klaus did too.

       The Krawaluskis were good friends of the Baudelaire parents, attending many events with the Baudelaires. Violet and Klaus were always with their four children, Victor, Mariam, Lynn, and Gabe.

       "And you three ought to remember me, Quagmires," Victor grinned at them.

       "Only every other memory," Isadora said, rolling her eyes. "I didn't recognize you with your hair like that, Lynn."

       Lynn grinned, "Anything to separate me from Batman, Poison Ivy and Robin over here."

       There were various protests from Mariam and Gabe until Victor cut them off.

       "Where are you guys going tonight?" he asked.

      "Esme Squalor's home," Isadora answered, "If it's not too much trouble."

     "Of course it won't be too much trouble, especially with you in the car," Victor winked.

     "Don't. Even. Start." Isadora said warningly. Violet cast Quigley a confused look. He mouthed, 'Later.'

     "Well, let's get going!" Mariam said, cheering up slightly.

     "There should be enough room for all of you, if two sit in the passenger seat. Whaddya say, Isa?" Victor smirked. Isadora sighed,

     "Fine. But only if Duncan is farthest to the left."

     "Aw, why am I being punished?"

     "Because you're my older brother and you owe me a lot." 

     Eleanora's face drained of all color.

     "Wait. Victor, you're driving?"

      "Yeah, why?"

     "It took you long enough to get that drivers liscense back..."

      "I swear those speedometer things that the Police have lie!"

      "And the traffic cones try to get in your way?" Eleanora's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

     "I think they have a personal grudge against me!"

     "Everyone, get in already!" Mariam hollered from inside the car.

     After many shouts and 'Don't sit on me!'s, everyone had a seat.

     "Hold on, Baudelaires," Eleanora warned, "There's a reason Victor's licence was revoked."

     And like that, they sped off into the night.

*Deep breath, preparing to drive myself mad when I type this word* I'm SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jeez, I think I just busted my left shift key... DAD, I BROKE THE KEYBOARD!

I know, it's been forever since I've updated! I've had camps to go to, people to visit, and things to fangirl over. Also, it doesn't help that my grandparents are in for a week and we left to watch a FREAKING AWESOME Ohio history play that we had to spend the night over because it lasted till like eleven thirty at night and my mom would fall asleep at the wheel and we didn't feel like dying. 

Run on? I think so!

Anyways, quick answers: YES, this is the set up for Victor and Isadora meeting- er, or meeting again... more about that next chapter... 

Quick looks: Victor is as he is described, Mariam has vibrant green eyes and dyed red hair, Lynn has vibrant green eyes and dyed sandy blonde hair, and Gabe is exactly like Victor, minus the slight traces of a beard, because, YO, he's eight. You'll learn more about all of them in chapter thirteen. *Cough* Violet and Quigley in-depth chat *Cough* 

YES, the two Calibans SHOULD unite... 

NO, I don't know if the villains will ACTUALLY be captured... I'm about as clueless as you are right now, fellow V.F.D. members. I have half the Epilogue handwritten somewhere on my mess of a desk, probably underneath the false sugar bowl and the stack of notes on why alligators are better than crocodiles... fascinating, really.

YES, this is the longest authors note I've ever written.