Rum & Chocolate
by moun-chan
Disclaimer: I own neither rum, nor chocolate, nor The Nanny, therefore I'm just playing with the characters and intent no copyright infringement. No profit made.
I even made a cover for this story, which is to be found right here:s618 .photobucket .com/albums/tt269/moun-chan/
Part 1
CC knew what was expecting her.
At least that's what she thought before arriving at the Sheffields' residence that night. She was ready to face another evening of work with Maxwell, so looking forward would probably not be the right expression. As, after her ringing, the door was opened, she saw the first thing she had not expected – Nanny Fine, asking her to come in. Involuntarily, she smiled. A short skirt and a pullover that looked as if its designer had been on drugs – this was so her style.
"Good evening, Nanny Fine. I assume Maxwell's in the office?" she said, taking off her coat. Where was the help when you needed him?
"You're assuming wrong there, Miss Babcock. Plans have changed a bit."
"What do you mean? Why didn't Maxwell call?"
"He did, you must've been gone already. They just left a few minutes ago."
"They?" CC was confused.
"He and the kids. Schlepped them to some theater thing..." Fran shrugged.
CC walked to the sofa, threw her bag on the coffee table and let herself fall down onto the cushions.
"Great. Then I've come here totally in vain; I can't decide all this stuff on my own!" she exclaimed, gesturing at the bag. Then she added to herself, "I'd like to..."
Fran had followed her. "Oh come one, don't ya be so pissed.. I was just gonna get me some ice-cream, you want some, too?"
" hope you have enough chocolate left."
As Fran returned her soft smile, CC felt this weird tickling all over her again. 'Lord, CC, get a hold of yourself! You're acting like a lovesick maniac!'
There, she'd said it. Well, thought it, but it had the same effect. She couldn't believe it -she was in love! With Fran Fine...! Oh no, this was impossible. CC wasn't gay, was she? And even if...
Still in thoughts, CC almost ran into the kitchen door – luckily Fran was already with her head in the fridge and didn't notice it.
"Actually, we still have chocolate, vanilla and .. wait, what's this doing in here? Rum ice-cream? The children could eat it... I gotta have a word with Niles..."
CC had meanwhile got the dishes and brought them to the kitchen table. Sitting down, she said, "I'll have rum and chocolate. I need something strong."
"So do I," Fran answered, closing the fridge and walking over to CC. "Dig in."
And so CC did. She hadn't eaten enough all day – work, of course, and now she realized just how hungry she was. When she'd moved half of the boxes' contents into her bowl, now more looking like a tower, Fran suddenly stood up again.
"How could I forget the best? Chocolate sauce and whipped cream!"
Smiling, she returned to the table, bringing said things with her.
"What you say we take the stuff over into the living room and see what's on TV?"
"Fine." She had to smile. No pun intended.
They left the empty boxes in the kitchen and took the rest with them. Before sitting down, CC removed the bag from the table, and dropped it behind the couch out of sight. She'd worked enough for today.
Sitting down beside Fran, she took her ice-cream and the spoon, and after Fran had switched on the TV, she began eating.
Fran zapped through a few channels, and stopped at Jeopardy.
'At least it's no soap,' CC thought, smiling. Then something crossed her mind.
"Mh, what are you doing here anyway? Isn't this your free Saturday?"
Fran turned her head to look at CC. "It is, but I'm not so much into dating in the moment. I just wanted to have a nice, relaxing evening."
Was this a reproach? No, she thought, Fran was smiling.
"You are not trying to date? Wow. Any particular reason?"
"Various," Fran replied, still looking at the TV. CC decided not to ask further.
AN: Yes, I'm still alive. I've just been a little busy, and not very inspired. This has been written quite a while ago, but now I re-read it and decided to share it with you :) I hope you like it.