A/N: RP with AnnaleaseTurner, only own OC's, read & review.

It was a normal day in London, on Cherry Tree Lane. The owner of a nice, but large house walked home from work, having been told he was needed at home and due to the fact he had finished for the day. He checked his pocket watch and continued on his walk. There was a young boy, he had a bit of dirt and ash on his face with finger-less gloves. He was in a coat as it was rather chilly out tonight, he had a cup out and he was shaking it as he was trying to get money for food. Some people often told him to 'beat it' or 'get a job'.

The man who was walking took a glance at the boy. He tutted and shook his head. "Here, boy," he said, giving him ha'penny, that would be enough to get him something small to eat. "I suggest you go somewhere else though, lad." he then said. He wasn't heartless, but he wasn't too nice either. But he did admit that seeing someone his daughter's age or so go hungry wouldn't do. He then continued onwards towards his home.

"Yes, sir." the boy replied as he smiled as he had enough for food now.

The man walked into the house just as a stern looking woman was on her way out. He helped her with her bags and then went back in and looked at his wife. "Was that Katie-nana just leaving?" he asked.

"I'm afraid the children had run away from her, dear." Mrs. Banks told her husband.

The boy then went off with his riches so he could eat. Mr. Banks went straight to the telephone to call the police, annoyed at Katie-nana, but quite a bit worried about his children, though he hid that under annoyance for them too. The one called Katie-Nana had enough of the children and went away to never be seen again. Mrs. Banks felt just as worried, if not more due to being a mother and all. As Mr. Banks called the police, a policeman came to them with the children in tow. There was also a young woman with them, looking very windswept and kept her gaze on the floor.

"I believe these three belong to your household, Mr. Banks." the policeman told the man.

"The policeman's here, George!" Mrs. Banks called to her husband as the son and daughter bore emotionless expressions on their faces after getting caught, an older sister and a younger brother.

"Thank you very much, that was very fast," Mr. Banks said to the one on the phone then walked over to the door. He looked sternly at all three but most at the young woman. "Evangeline, take Michael and Jane upstairs to get ready for bed." he said firmly.

The policeman watched as the young woman took the two children upstairs. "Don't be too hard on them, sir, they've had a long weary walk, chasing the kite." he said to Mr. Banks.

"Oh, Jane and Michael." Mrs. Banks hugged her children as they came by her before going upstairs with Evangeline.

"Thank you, officer... If you go with Cook to the kitchen, I'm sure she can find you something to eat." Mr. Banks said, his tone firm and not very grateful.

"No, thank you, sir, I must get back to my duties." the policeman said, doffing his cap politely before walking off, feeling like George Banks was a very uptight and rude man.

Michael followed his sister up the steps after their mother let them go.

"We're sorry, Father." Jane said quietly as they were ushered upstairs.

Evangeline was worried about her job, but kept calm. "Come on children, you'll be able to see your father before you go to bed." she said quietly, her violet eyes soft.

"It wasn't a very good kite, we made it ourselves," Michael pouted before looking to his father. "Perhaps if you would help us make one...?"

"We shall see... Now, off upstairs." The man of the house said.

Evangeline soon managed to get them upstairs and took to giving them their evening baths and getting them into their night clothes.

"I'm sorry, dear," Mrs. Banks cooed to her husband. "When I chose Katie Nana, I thought she was going to be firm with the children."

"Obviously not firm enough... We'll have to make a new advertisment for a new nanny, one who will mold our young breed and take firm charge." George said to his wife, Winifred.

"But who would be right enough for the children?" Winifred asked worriedly as she took off her sash to fight for womens' rights.

"Winifred, take notes." George told her.

Winifred nodded to her husband. George waited for her to get ready to write. Winifred then was ready to follow her husband's words. George started listing qualities he wanted the nanny to have. Winifred jotted down as her husband suggested. George asked her to read it back out to him so far.

"We didn't mean to lose the kite, Eva, and we didn't mean for you to get into trouble too." Jane said to the older blonde girl, as both of them were blonde, looking sad as her hair was being brushed.

"Are we going to be in trouble?" Michael asked. "We're really sorry for running away."

"I don't know, Young Miss and Young Master... But I know you're sorry for running away." Eva told them, tying a ribbon in Jane's hair.

"We'll write a list for a new nanny." Jane suggested.

"Perhaps it could help not only us, but also Mother and Father." Michael added with a hopeful smile.

"Sounds like a wonderful idea." Eva said softly, as she combed Michael's hair.

Jane went to her little desk and started to write suggestions for the new nanny. Michael helped Jane in any way that he could. Jane wrote all their ideas up, smiling happily that they were going to help. Eva hummed a soft song as she finished getting them ready for bed after they would say good night to their parents. Michael smiled as this seemed like a great idea for the perfect nanny. Eva helped them on with their dressing gowns then took them downstairs.

Cook popped her head through the door. "Evangeline, I need you to come and help me with an errand." she said, looking grumpy as usual. The children would be fine by themselves to say good night to their parents.

Jane looked a little nervous once Eva had to go help Cook. Winifred read aloud what she wrote down, this had to be the sixth nanny the children had to deal with. Michael pouted to Cook as she 'took Eva away'. Too bad Eva couldn't be their nanny. George nodded, then looked over as Jane and Michael came in. Eva went to help Cook, ending up having to go out to fetch some things cook needed for the adult's supper. Though, it was a bit of a cold night.

Jane walked into the sitting room with her brother. "Father, we're very sorry and we want to help find a new nanny." she told him.

"Oh, George, the children wrote an advert, we should listen!" Winifred cooed at how adorable that seemed.

Michael smiled as he stood close next to his sister. George looked ready to refuse but at the look of his wife he settled down to listen. Jane sung the list out, in the form of a song. Michael helped his sister when his parts would come in. Winifred smiled as she found this cute and helpful. George hid a scoff, he didn't approve. Jane nodded once the list had been read. Michael smiled hopefully as they waited for their father's reaction.

"Thank you, children... Now, off to bed with you both." George said, his voice as calm as he could make it.

Jane glanced at their mother.

"They were only trying to help," Winifred soothed. "They're just children."

Jane took Michael back to the nursery.

George stood up and tore up the kids' advertisement and threw it into the, luckily not lit, fireplace. "Nonsense." he muttered about it.

Michael followed after Jane. Winifred gasped slightly to that, but then the telephone rang. George looked at the phone and went to answer it. Winifred felt worried for Jane and Michael.

"Don't worry, Michael, when Eva comes home, she can tell us a story." Jane said softly.

"Too bad she can't be our nanny." Michael pouted.

"Yes, that would be good, but Father wouldn't allow it..." Jane said softly.

"I just hope we do find the perfect nanny, whoever or wherever she is." Michael sighed.

Jane nodded and tucked her brother in.

Michael smiled. "G'night, Jane."

"Night, Michael." Jane replied quietly.

Michael yawned and then turned over and fell asleep. Jane went and got into bed herself. George soon set out to place an ad for a nanny as the family was winding down for the night.

Eva traversed the streets of London to find the stuff Cook wanted. The child from before managed to get two big pieces of bread as he was on his way to someone who looked after him.

Eva almost tripped over him, and dropped the basket she was holding for the food items to go in. "Oh, my, I'm so sorry!" she gasped.

"Whoa!" the boy yelped, almost sounding like he had hiccuped. "E-Excuse me, Miss..."

Eva managed to catch them both from falling. "Are you alright?" she asked him, as she made sure neither would fall once she let him go.

"I'm fine... Sorry, you gave me a fright..." the boy replied softly.

Eva straightened his little cap. "It's a bit late for a young boy to be outside." she said softly.

"It's a hard life, but someone's got to live it..." the boy replied as he held the bread. "I'm gettin' food for me and the boss."

"At least let me walk you there." Eva said, after picking up her basket that she had to use.

"All right, I'm sure he won't mind, he's a very great guy." the boy replied as he bit into one of the bread pieces while holding the other one for his 'boss'.

Eva walked with the young boy. "What's your name?" she asked him.

"They call me 'Fitch'." the boy replied with a smile.

"Nice to meet you," Eva replied back, also smiling. "My name's Evangeline, but you can call me Eva."

"Okay, Eva, that's sure a lovely name for a lovely lady." Fitch replied.

"Aww, you're sweet." Eva smiled.

Fitch smiled back, bashfully slightly.

"Fitch, is that you?" a voice called out.

"It's me, Bert!" Fitch called back. "And I got food!"

Eva looked surprised at the voice.

A young man, though of course older than Fitch came out, dressed in mostly black, he took off Fitch's hat and ruffled up his light brunette hair. "Good boy!"

Fitch giggled as he then handed the extra bread. Eva stood quietly, her upbringing, not allowing her to speak and draw attention to herself as it would be considered rude.

Fitch and the man shared their bread.

"Who's yer friend, buddy?" the man asked the boy once he spotted the girl.

"That's Eva." Fitch replied.

Eva bobbed a curtsy. "Pleasure to meet you." she said politely.

"Nice to meet ya," the man smiled as he held out his hand. "I'm Bert."

Eva took his hand gently. She instantly felt at ease with this man.

Bert gently shook hands with Eva. "I don't think I've seen you around much."

Fitch smiled as he ate his bread while the two talked.

"I work for the Banks family, sir," Eva told him, her voice soft. "I help look after the children and I do any jobs Cook and the other servants want me to do." she added.

"Ah, 17 Cherry Tree Lane, eh?" Bert replied. "I hear many tales of that one."

"Yes, sir." Evangeline smiled softly.

"I'd give anythin' to live in a place like that, though I love workin' with 'Uncle Bert'." Fitch spoke up.

Bert chuckled as he patted the boy on the head before taking another bite of his bread. "Fancy, fancy, I hear."

"Listen, I haveta rush off and do this errand for Cook... Will you be here in about fifteen minutes?" Eva asked, having glanced at the only gift she had from the Banks family AKA her small watch.

"Yes, ma'am, we still got time." Bert nodded as he finished his bread as Fitch continued to eat his.

Eva smiled and nodded before rushing off. She went and fetched the stuff Cook wanted and bought a little extra.

And fifteen minutes later, she came back, and handed them a little brown paper wrapped package. "Here." she told them, going to wait for them to open it before she would have to rush off again.

"Aw, you didn't have to get us anything." Bert smiled at the kind offering.

Fitch smiled up to Eva.

Eva smiled. "I didn't think a piece of bread each would've been enough, especially on this cold night." she said softly.

Bert then took the bag and opened it up. Fitch then hopped up so he could see what it was. Inside was a couple of hot currant buns, a medium bottle of ginger ale, some gloves that would fit both, and a couple of large chunks of ham.

"Oh, thank you, Miss Eva!" Fitch beamed. "Bless you!"

"Yes, thank you." Bert added, feeling very pleased.

Eva offered a small smile. "Have a good night... And sorry, I gotta go, but I hope to see you both again." she smiled softly, and turned to return to her place of employment.

"It was an honor to have met ya, mi'lady." Bert tipped his hat with a smile.

Fitch then did the same as he thought it was good manners. Eva turned, bobbed a curtsey, then back around and returned to 17 Cherry Tree Lane. Bert and Fitch smiled to each other, hoping to see Eva again real soon.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Mrs. Brill, the cook, turned around to face her. "You're late." she told the girl, glancing at Ellen.

Eva looked up at her. "I'm sorry, I almost fell over a little boy and I had to take him to his boss." she said softly. She hoped she wouldn't get scolded too much.

"You fell over a little boy?" Ellen asked curiously.

"Yes, he was heading from the town." Eva said softly, hanging up her cloak on the coathooks.

"Well... You better go upstairs and see the Mister and Missus... They wanted to talk to you." Mrs. Brill told her.

"Yes, they were quite urgent." Ellen agreed.

Eva nodded. "Thank you." she told them, and got into her indoor shoes. She then headed up to where the Master and Mistress of the house would be, the sitting room.

Mrs. Brill looked at Ellen and shook her head. "That girl is going to get herself into big trouble." she sighed softly, not being mean.

"She means well though." Ellen replied.

"That she does." Mrs. Brill nodded, getting on with cooking the supper for the adults.

Ellen helped Mrs. Brill in anyway necessary. Mrs. Brill smiled slightly at Ellen, especially as she was still happy that Katie-nana had left.

"You wanted to see me, Sir, Ma'am?" Eva asked, bobbing a curtsy when she entered.

"Yes... It's about your behavior today." George said, sounding firm, but he had to to keep things the way he thought they should be.

"We hope you understand, darling." Winifred added, a little more gentle than her husband.

"Y-Yes, sir, Ma'am." Eva nodded.

"You need to make sure the children don't run off chasing after silly things such as kites," George told her. "And until we find a new nanny, you'll need to work harder and look after the children more so than you do now." he added.

"Do you understand?" Winifred asked.

"I do." Eva nodded standing respectfully.

"And I want you to be helpful when we find the new nanny too... Or you will have to search for a new job I'm afraid." George said, just a little kinder, but still firm.

"It's only business, you're one of the family, but sometimes we all have to make sacrifices." Winifred added.

"Yes, of course, Sir, Ma'am." Eva said quietly.

"Good, you are dismissed now..." George told Eva.

"We'll be seeing you then." Winifred added to George's dismissal.

Eva curtseyed once more, then left to go and check on the children. George sighed slightly.

"She's doing her best, George, dear." Winifred soothed her husband.

"I know, Winifred, but if she doesn't shape up, she will need to be let go." George told his wife.

"I understand, George." Winifred cooed.

George looked to his wife.

"It'll be better soon, I can promise you that." Winifred smiled.

"I don't know, Winifred." he told her, and then sat at the dining room table once the clock rung for supper.

Winifred followed her husband. "I'm sure we'll find the perfect nanny in no time and who knows what'll happen in the future?"

George nodded. Eva made sure the children were tucked up properly and then went to rest in the room that was for the nanny usually, as she would have to be close by to the children until the new nanny was appointed. Winifred then sat down with George as they waited for their dinner.