CHAPTER 1: The beginning

By AllTheSnakes

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. I just love fantasize with them...

English is not my first language, but I've been reading fan fiction since 1999, and I learned a lot from you, guys and girls...

Fran entered the office. She was expecting to find Mr Sheffield, and to speak about a lot of interesting things (the children, Yetta, Uncle Joshua, yadda yadda yadda), but found instead CC Babcock, smiling to herself, seated at green leather sofa.

The nanny felt again that suspicious feeling that something was happening to the socialite – something so good she was turning into someone more… human. And decided it was time to discover what those smiles were about.

'So, how do you do it?', Fran asked, hands in the hips, the image of decision and gossip.

'Do what?', CC seemed confused, the smile fading very slowly. Fran, of course, noticed that too.

'Be glowing like that when you are lonely'.

'I'm not glowing. And I am not exactly lonely'.

'Of course you are. Both'.

CC narrowed her eyes: 'You're crazier than I thought'.

The nanny seated by her side, sending her a warm smile. 'You know – you can tell me. I promise I won't tell Niles'.

'What do I care if Niles knows about my life?', CC asked, a bit suspectful.

'You want him trying to …'

'Ok, ok, I got it'.

'So… Who's the lucky guy?'

'Well… He is not exactly a guy…' Noticing that the nanny was mouth-wide at this, CC corrected herself quickly. 'Of course, he is a guy, but I prefer to see him more like a… boy-toy', and the blond throew one of that deep laughs.

'Oy, Miss Babcock… So, you are just having a little fun…', Fran elbowed the other woman.

CC frowned. 'Yeah.. Just fun…'

'You don't seem to be so sure'.

'I am sure! I mean… I've never thought about it before…'

'About what you feel?'

'Yeah…'

'Let's talk, then!', Fran was more than happy.

'Whyyyyy?'

'Oh, it's funny to talk about this kind of stuff! Pretend we are friends…'

She received a 'no' look.

'Ok, so pretend you're very drunk and need to talk about something that is eating you…'

Another 'no' look.

'Oh, ok, so pretend you're drunk, dot'.

'That's more realistic'.

Silence.

'So?', Fran was growing impatient.

'Well, Nanny Fine, I'm so drunk that I have no motivation to talk right now. In fact, I think I'm almost passing away…'

Fran could see CC laughing at her, even if the blond kept an almost straight face.

'I'll help you, Miss Babcock. Let's start slowly. Tell me how you met him'.

CC thought carefully. Would it hurt if she gave some space to the nanny? In fact, it was so rare she could brag about her personal life…

'Well, let's say I found him in the… nightlife'.

'Really?', Fran almost sang the word.

'Yeah. We found each other in a bar, he asked permission to sit by my side, I agreed and we began talking. We talked about many things, and soon he passed from nice and clever to charming and intelligent. We had an amazing time together. And so he made a comment about how people needed to drink to enjoy some things, and how he enjoyed dancing and didn't need to drink to enjoy that… And then he dared me to go dancing with him once both of us were not drunk'.

Fran was hanging at every word. 'And you agreed?'

'Why not? He made it seem like a good ideia'.

'But he was a strange'.

'I can say he was a strange when he first seated there with me, Nanny Fine. But fifteen minutes later it was like we have known each other for a lifetime'.

'Wow… You've got it bad…'

The blond had a dreamy look till that moment; when she heard the nanny's words, she was almost shocked. 'What?'

Fran noticed the change, and decided to go for broke. 'I think you have fallen hard for this boy-toy of yours, Miss Babcock'.

CC now was worried. 'Why do you say this?'

'This kind of trust for a stranger… The fact that it was casual and soon it was great, like fate had put the two of you together… Well, you know what I mean…'

The look of deer in the headlights made Fran stop. CC seemed deeply disturbed.

'Are you OK, Miss Babcock?'

'Yeah, yeah. I just…'

The blond was really confused, thinking hard, and Maxwell, unfortunately for the yenta, decided to appear at that moment.

The socialite excused herself quickly and left the office, saying she needed to go home to… see Chester.

CC went home the quicker she could. She decided that it was better to take the rest of the day off, in order to sort her feelings out.

During the ride home, all she could think of was that night at the bar, when she was feeling a bit depressed and very much lonely, looking at her glass of scotch and trying to decide if it was really a good idea to get smashed in a Friday night.

And then Niles appeared, said Hi and seated by her side. And her life changed. For the better.