A Series of Unfortunate Events One Shots

Triplets' Talk

This is a simple one shot about what I think Duncan and Isadora were talking about during their time in the elevator shaft. Begin!

Universe*

~Normal POV

"Isadora, wake up!"

Isadora felt her eyes flutter open at the sound of her brother's voice. The two sat up and observed their surroundings. They were in an empty elevator shaft, and locked in a cage. The only source of light in the room was a small electric candle on the floor nearby. Isadora felt tears fill her eyes, and Duncan hugged her tightly trying to calm her down.

"We failed them..."

"We didn't fail them, sis."

"Yes we did," She said pulling away to look at him, "Duncan look around! We said nothing would go wrong, and now we've been kidnapped and we're trapped down here."

Duncan felt his heart clench up as his sister started crying. He hated to see Isadora upset. He especially hated it when he couldn't help her feel better. He had a lot of days like that in their 3 semesters together at Prufrock with all the bullying they received on a daily basis. He was worried too. Hell, he was scared to death. But as the oldest triplet, by ten minutes, he vowed to remain strong for his sister's sake. He patted her back comfortingly.

"Izzie, we will get out of this. I'm sure the Baudelaires will find us in no time."

She looked at him and tried to wipe away her tears, "You're sure?"

Duncan smiled faintly, "Yeah, you saw how torn apart they looked when they ran after Olaf's car to save us."

Isadora pulled the spyglass half out of her pocket, "This... This was Klaus' half... I don't know how I'll be able to face him after this."

Duncan reached into his jacket and pulled out his dark green notebook, "Izzie, this right here is how we face them after what happened. I wrote down everything in The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations in my journalist notebook. And while you were asleep I wrote down some plan details from Olaf's henchmen when they came by to check on us earlier."

He reached over to the back corner of the cage and grabbed a small item catalog that had been placed there, "The white faced women dropped this when they were here. I pretended to still be asleep so I could hear the plan. There's going to be an auction in a few days where they sell items that are 'in.' Apparently, we're under Dark Avenue, I remember our parents mentioning that it's the most fashionable street in the city. Olaf is going to put us inside one of the items for the auction and sell us to one of his henchmen so he can smuggle us out of town. They don't seem to have a destination yet though. And there's a manhunt going on for Olaf which is why he has to wait until the auction."

Isadora smiled a little at him, "You managed to get all that information? Damn, that's impressive."

He opened his notebook and began flipping through pages randomly, "Hey, I'm still a journalist; I take notes on everything remember? For example, on this page I made the note, 'Isadora decided to kiss Klaus-'"

She shoved him playfully, her cheeks turning red, "It was just on the cheek! You don't have to get protective... besides he won't like me that way after what happened."

Duncan smirked, "Ah, so you do like him that way? Got it, I'll add that one to the record."

Her face turned darker red in the dim light, "Ok that was mean!"

He chuckled, "Sorry for teasing you. I just figured it might help lighten the mood. Besides I didn't need confirmation anyway. Last time I saw your notebook, the name Klaus Baudelaire had somehow made it into a lot of couplets."