He'd just wanted some fresh air. That was all.
He definitely didn't have anything on his mind.
And he certainly wasn't thinking about a certain Baudelaire with glasses and a soft smile.
He'd stepped onto the deck of the self-sustaining hot air mobile home, looking up at the stars with a smile.
That was all he'd wanted to do.
But a handyman had needed a hand.
"Quigley!" Hector yelled in relief, running over to him. "Thank god you're here! I need your help!"
Duncan froze. "Wait, I'm not-"
"Remember what I taught you about the engine?" Hector interrupted him, handing him a wrench. "I need you to help me with it right now or this self-sustaining hot air mobile home will spiral to the ground and be destroyed."
Duncan faltered. "Wait, but-"
"Go!" Hector yelled, already running for the steering wheel. "Just lower the suspension by 4.3 and jumpstart the center!"
Duncan took off for the engine, with absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do.
There were three knobs clearly visible. Maybe one of them controlled what Hector meant needed to be lowered?
Maybe?
Hopefully?
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Found You
FanfictionFive times Duncan was mistaken for his triplets, and one time he wasn't.
