A/N– This is my first attempt at writing anything halfway serious, and is my first attempt at writing ASOUE fanfiction. I expect here will only be one other chapter; this will probably stay as a one-shot. It's just a short story in two parts. It was going to be just one part but I wanted to get this part up today! If you want to review, feel free to. I would appreciate the support.

Summary– Count Olaf has finally captured the Baudelaires. He is once again going to force Violet to marry him and this time there will be no glitches. Violet is being held separately from Klaus and Sunny so they can not form a plan to escape. It is the evening before the wedding and Violet is sitting alone in her cell.

Two unlikely allies

She sat completely still on the cold stone floor of her cell, thinking about Klaus, Sunny, the Quagmires, the wedding, Count Olaf and all the Unfortunate events that had led up to her sitting where she was now. There were silent tears running down her face as she thought about whether she would ever see Sunny and Klaus again. As soon as she was married, Olaf would probably whisk her of to Brazil, or somewhere were Mr. Poe or the good side of VFD or her siblings would ever find her. She concentrated on thinking about the Quagmires. She wondered if Quigley had floated to safety, and if Hector had managed to fly Duncan and Isadora to somewhere safe. At least they were still free. As far as she knew, anyway. She wondered if Fiona, or Mr. Poe, or anybody would be able to come and save her at the last minute, so she could have a happy ending to her tale of misery. Finally, she wished that she had never got involved with V.F.D. All it seemed to bring to her life was misery, death, destruction and lots and lots of fire. She wished that her parents had never perished in the fire that destroyed their home, and that she, Klaus and Sunny lived at home with normal lives, rather than being hunted by the police, Count Olaf and both sides of V.F.D. It wasn't fair. Why did everything bad happen to her? The tears continued to run steadily and silently down Violet's pale face.

Suddenly, the wooden door of the cell slammed open. Olaf marched in with an evil grin plastered on his face. Violet stopped crying immediately, wondering what the awful man could possibly want to say to her.

'Why aren't you asleep yet?' he asked in his croaky voice. 'You have to get your beauty sleep; you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.'

'I'm hungry,' stated Violet, glaring at him.' You haven't given me anything to eat or drink for the last 24 hours'

'OK,' said Olaf, still with an evil grin on his face. 'Anything else for my beautiful Bride-to-be?'

Violet shuddered at what he called her.' Maybe you could let me and my brother and sister go, and stop chasing us all around the world trying to get our money,' she suggested.

' Ahhhh, I could my dear Violet,' said Olaf, bending down and holding his horrible face two inches in front of hers. 'But what even makes you think that ickle Sunny and ickle Klausy are still alive?'

With that he stood up, gave a chuckle and walked towards the door.

'I'll send Hookie up with some food for you,' he called back to Violet as he slammed the door behind him and locked it. 'Can't have you starving to death before the big day, can we?'

Violet was alone in the dark again. She thought about what Olaf and said and started to cry once again. He wouldn't really kill Klaus and Sunny, would he? No, he needed them so she would perform the wedding. She smiled through her tears, safe in the knowledge that her younger brother and sister were safe. Then panic took over once more. What if he no longer needed Klaus and Sunny for his plan? The thought made her shiver and cry even harder. Her thoughts then turned to the Hook-Handed man and rage swept over her. How she hated Fernald Widdershins! For thirty glorious minutes almost a week ago he and Fiona had made her believe she was going to be OK. But then he betrayed them! And turned their only ally against them. He had even made Fiona tell Olaf where the Baudelaires were heading to. She was so caught up in her anger she didn't hear the door creak open behind her, or the footsteps of someone quietly walk into the room, or the door click shut again. She didn't notice anything until a sudden voice made her jump, and snap out of her angry trance.

'Olaf said you were hungry,' came the gravelly tones of the hook Handed man as Violet spun round. Gesturing to the plate balanced on one of his Hooks, he continued. 'Olaf said to bring you some roast beef and potatoes.'

Rage once again swept through Violet and she stood up and charged at Fernald at an almost superhuman speed. The Hook Handed man's jaw dropped almost to his knees in surprise at this sudden attack as Violet ran at him and knocked him to the floor. The plate of food overturned and bits of potato flew all over the cell.

'You.....Betraying.....Traitor!' Violet managed to growl as she hit him with all her might. 'Turned.....Fiona......Against us.....evil....man!'

After about a minute of being hit by an enraged 15 teenager the Hook Handed man finally came to his senses and pushed Violet away. He quickly stood up. Violet got up as well and charged at him again. He was ready this time and defended himself by pushing her into the pile of filthy blankets in the corner of the room. Violet was stunned for a few seconds then, suddenly realizing how hopeless the situation was, she burst into tears for the third time that evening. The Hook Handed man just stood in the middle of the cell looking uncomfortable and confused, before finally deciding to go and sit down next to Violet.

'Leave me alone, Traitor,' mumbled Violet.

'What's wrong?' asked the Hook Handed man, ignoring Violet.' Do you want some more food? Or water? Or is this because I pushed you over? Please tell me.'

'What do you think? I'm getting married to an evil man tomorrow and Klaus and Sunny are probably dead and no-one cares whether I live or die and YOU betrayed us!'

'That wasn't my fault,' said Fernald softly. 'I had to do that.'

'Oh sure,' said Violet sarcastically. 'Why did you 'have' to do it? Did your precious Count Olaf force you to? Did you do it for Fiona? Or money? When Olaf does get his hands on my fortune, do you really think he'll share it with you? What's the real reason that you help him anyway?'

'All these questions; the answers are too complicated for you to understand. And it's IF Olaf gets the Baudelaire fortune, not WHEN'

'What?' said Violet, wiping her eyes on her sleeve and watching the Hook Handed man closely. ' What's that supposed to mean?'

The Hook Handed man stood up and paced around the room for a few minutes, deep in thought. Then, he stopped, knelt down in front of Violet and looked straight into her eyes. Violet looked back at him, feeling more than a little uneasy.

'I've thought about it,' said the Hook-handed man, 'and I've decided that I'm going to tell you something that could change your life forever. But there is one condition. What I say must never, EVER be repeated to ANYBODY.

Violet frantically nodded her head, shaking slightly.

'OK' she said.

The Hook Handed man nodded in reply, stood up and started to pace the room once again. After a minute of silence, he once again sat down opposite Violet.

'Are you sure you're ready to hear this?' he asked.

Violet nodded again.

'Very well then,' said Fernald. 'I'll begin.'

A/N- As I said, review if you want to.