Yaaaay! Crossover!

Now here's a bit of information and stuff.

If you're from the A Series of Unfortunate Events fandom, it's not necessary you watch Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn.

If you're from the NRDD fandom, it's not necessary you watch ASOUE.

If you've seen both shows (or read the ASOUE books), then great! It's also completely okay if you've only seen one of them, or haven't seen either one!

I do suggest you just google their names and look at pictures though, so you get a face to imagine to give the story more life. I at least find it more enjoyable that way.

Now what is this story? Well, it's basically just A Series of Unfortunate Events, but I threw the Harper quads in, changed some events, changed some things, added some new scenes, new perspectives and new plot points.

The ages go like this; Start of season 2 for the Baudelaires (Sunny's way better in the later seasons), and season 3 ages for the quads.

Since we don't know when the series of unfortunate events take place, I'm going to change some things up, and say it takes place in 2017.

Now let's go!

Bertrand and Beatrice Baudelaire looked out the bay window. They weren't speaking verbally, but they were thinking the same thing. Both of them stared out into the rainy Florida weather, with their eyebrows pulled together, a worried glint in their eyes, and their hands grasping their elbows. A concerned thought about their three children, Violet, Klaus and Sunny was filling their minds.

Violet was the oldest Baudelaire. She was fourteen years old, and an amazing inventor.

Klaus, the middle child, and only boy, was twelve, and had a vast interest in researching.

Sunny was the baby (more of a toddler) of the family, at only two years old. The thing that made her interesting was her abnormally sharp baby teeth.

Not to mention that all three of these kids were smarter than most adults in this world. But strangely, that was one of the things that concerned the parents in the family at the moment.

About 2000 miles away from the Baudelaire mansion in Coastal Park Town, Florida stood a suburban house. On the couch in said house sat Tom and Anne Harper, watching TV shows. Unlike the Baudelaires, Tom and Anne weren't concerned about their children at all. They could very well hear their thirteen-year-old quads arguing about something upstairs, but they didn't bother to check what it was - the sound of Nicky, Ricky, Dicky and Dawn fighting about the tiniest things was heard every day.

Dawn was the so called "leader of the quads". She had unofficially assigned herself the official leader role for the quads, as she was the oldest, and usually the most mature.

Ricky could also be seen as the leader, as he was in the constant running for it. His argument for being the leader (seeing as he was younger by four seconds), was that he was much smarter than his sister.

Dicky was certainly not the smartest quad though. What he was was the coolest quad. The cool quad and the ladies man, and only seven seconds younger than Ricky.

Nicky, youngest by thirteen seconds, was the cook of the family, and the most innocent quad. He was kind of a child-at-heart, and would often try - fail - to stay out of trouble most of the time.

Three of these children were nowhere near the academic levels of the Baudelaire children, and their lifestyle was completely different. Although there was one thing that would tie these families together. They just didn't know it yet.

After another few minutes of thinking things over, and worriedly staring out the window, the Baudelaire spouses exchanged a quick look. They nodded at each other, and turned away from the window.

"Children!" Beatrice, shouted. "Would you come to the library, please!?"

Most of the time, all three children would already be in there, but on this occasion, Bertrand and Beatrice had asked to have the library to themselves for a while. Violet and Klaus walked into the room, Violet carrying Sunny. They stopped a few feet away from the entryway, and stood there with smiles and straight backs.

Their parents forced a couple of smiles, before Beatrice gestured for them to sit on the couch. They did, and Bertrand and Beatrice sat down in the armchairs beside. The parents and children looked at each other for a moment.

"What did you call us in here for mother?" Violet politely asked.

"Well...," Beatrice started. She looked up at Bertrand for a final confirmation they were doing this. "We've been... thinking about something."

The smiles on the children's faces faded, and concern grew in their expressions.

"What?" Klaus asked, worried and intrigued about what might be coming their way.

"You know how you're home schooled, and you all have brilliant minds," Bertrand continued to talk.

Faint grins appeared on Violet, Klaus and Sunny's faces at the compliment, and they all nodded.

"You pretty much act like adults already," Bertrand commented, causing his children to smile again.

"Thanks," Violet said.

"But that's what concerns us," Beatrice revealed.

The corners of the children's lips dropped again.

"What do you mean?" Klaus asked, leaning in a little closer to the armchairs.

Bertrand and Beatrice exchanged a quick glance.

"You know that you're different than most kids your age," Bertrand told, and the children nodded.

"And it's worrying us that you're not getting to experience the joy of being a kid," Beatrice added. She leaned forward and grabbed her son's hand. "Be honest with us now. Do you feel like you fit into your age group?"

Now it was Violet, Klaus and Sunny's turn to look at each other. The older two could see in each others expressions that they both had the same answer.

"No," Violet and Klaus answered.

Beatrice let go of Klaus' hand, and sat straight up again.

"What would you say to meeting some kids that are your age?" Bertrand asked. "Some kids that weren't raised like you."

"That sounds wonderful," Violet answered, now smiling again.

"Then it's happening," Bertrand grinned. "Bea," He turned to his wife, who grabbed her phone from her pocket.

She quickly dialed a number, and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello," Said a woman's voice from the other side of the phone. "You're speaking to Anne Harper."

"Hello, Anne. It's Beatrice Baudelaire," Beatrice replied. "We're doing it."

"We are?" Anne happily asked.

"Yes," Beatrice started smiling.

An excited squeal noise came from Anne's side of the phone.

"We'll see you tomorrow!" Anne exclaimed, before hanging up.

The next second, she put her phone down on the kitchen table, and ran over to open the pass door.

"Kids!" She shouted as she pulled the pass door open.

Four sets of eyes were turned from a game of monopoly to Anne.

"We're going to Florida!" Anne revealed.

"What!?"

"Really!?"

"No way!"

"For real!?" The quads excitedly shouted as they stood up and completely abandoned their game (which looked like it had caused much fighting during the last couple of minutes).

"For real!" Anne nodded, not a single bit less excited than her thirteen-year-olds.

"Are we going to Disneyland?" Dawn asked.

"Or The Wizarding World?" Ricky added.

"Or Norman's restaurant?" Nicky excitedly questioned.

"Or New York Pizza?" Dicky wondered, not bothered by the fact that they lived three blocks from a New York Pizza restaurant.

"No, we're going to visit one of my old friends," Anne explained quickly.

"Oh...," All four quads said in unison, and their interest and excitement slowly faded away.

"No, no, no! Don't 'oh'! It's gonna be fun!" Anne pleaded, disappointed that they suddenly didn't want to go to Florida anymore. "She has kids!"

"We like to pick our own friends mom," Dawn said, explaining why they still weren't as pumped up to go.

"But they live in a mansion!" Anne told them, doing everything she could to get their excitement back.

"Does it have a pool?" Nicky asked in the blink of an eye.

"Probably," Anne shrugged. "I mean what mansion in Florida doesn't have a pool?"

All of a sudden the kids were up on their feet again.

"We're going to Florida!" They shouted, before celebrating to themselves.

"But why?" Ricky interrupted the mini party to ask. "I mean why are you suddenly visiting a friend 2000 miles away... that we didn't even know existed?"

"Honey you don't know any of my friends," Anne pinched her lips.

"I know Carly," Dawn abruptly said.

"She has friends?" Dicky asked.

Anne frowned at her third-born, before returning to Ricky's question.

"Well, I haven't seen this friend in years," She answered. "Her name is Beatrice, and we worked together as hairdressers in Florida before I met your dad and moved back to Colorado."

At the same time in Florida, Beatrice Baudelaire was explaining the same thing to her children.

"I haven't seen her in years, but her name is Anne. She was a hairdresser in the hair salon I worked at before pursuing bat training and opera singing," Beatrice explained.

"I don't remember the names of her kids, but I know there's a boy and two girls," Anne told her kids, at the same time as Beatrice told her kids;

"I don't know the names of her children, but they're quadruplets, and they're thirteen years old."

"Where do they live?" Violet asked.

"Colorado," Beatrice answered. "They'll come here tomorrow. We're meeting them in the Banking District Park at 10 am."

"That sounds great," Klaus stated.

"I can't wait to meet quadruplets," Violet said, her eyes sparkling.

"Me neither," Klaus admitted. "They're a scientific miracle."

"I can't wait to see a mansion!" Dawn squealed from her position; flopped on the Harper's couch.

"I can't wait to swim in their pool!" Nicky bounced excitedly.

"I can't wait to eat rich-guy pizza!" Dicky laughed.

"Dicky, they're not really a 'pizza-family,'" Anne revealed as she walked past them in the living room. She disappeared up the stairs.

A wrinkle appeared between Dicky's eyebrows.

"How can a family not like pizza?" He asked.

The other quads shrugged, also puzzled by the statement that they didn't really eat pizza.

"I can't wait to check out their library!" Ricky broke the confusion.

"Really?" Dawn sat up. "The library of all places?"

"Who has a library in their house!?" Ricky asked out loud, not caring about Dawn's comment.

"I bet they have a huge flat screen TV!" Nicky said.

"They're not really 'TV-people', Nicky" Anne said as she came down the stairs again.

Nicky gaped.

"Who are these people!?"

"People who don't like pizza or TV," Anne answered, stating the obvious before she disappeared into the kitchen (she was already packing).

"I think they might be crazy," Dicky hissed, quiet enough so Anne wouldn't hear.

"Crazy or just not 'pizza-and-TV-people," Ricky commented.

"I'm definitely going with crazy," Dawn decided. "Like, what are we supposed to do at their house?"

"Swim in the pool," Nicky gladly reminded her, fluttering his hands (one of which were holding a pair of swimming goggles).

"All day?" Dawn asked.

"I don't even like swimming," Ricky said. "I'm just gonna be in the library."

"The city they live in has plenty of fun things!" Anne opened the pass door. "It has fun districts, a dock, some beaches, and some very interesting restaurants"

"Restaurants?" Nicky turned his heads. "Like what?" the chef inside of him was burning out for answers.

Anne just shrugged, and closed the pass door.

"I wanna go to the beach," Dawn stated demandingly.

"Wait, shouldn't we let the other kids decide some things," Dicky suggested.

The quads looked at each other for a second, before deciding on an answer.

"Neeeeah," They all shrugged.

"It's not like we're going there just for them," Dawn snorted.

But of course, as you know, they were going there just for them.

Yaaaay! The first chapter of my crossover is done! The thing that I love so much about this crossover is the fact that these two families are so different! They're nothing alike, as you can see in this chapter.