A/N: This idea popped into my head earlier, and I had to start writing. I pretty much making it up as I go, so if you guys have any ideas, lemme know. Posts will come once or twice a day, cause I'm going to summer camp this Sunday, and won't have access to the internet for three weeks. Three weeks without fanfiction! The horror!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Nanny characters, except for Jenny.
Chapter One - Meeting Jenny
The frigid December air stung Niles' cheeks as he made his way out of the grocery store, arms laden with brown paper bags. He set the bags on top of the car as he searched for the keys to the town car.
He couldn't find them.
"I swear to God..." he mumbled, finally finding them in one of his jacket's many pockets. He loaded the bags into the car, and hopped into the driver's seat, furiously rubbing his frozen hands together in a desperate attempt to warm them.
He stuck the key in the ignition and was gone. Well, if you could consider being "gone" halfway out of the grocery store parking lot. The engine spluttered, and died. Niles put his forehead to the steering wheel and sighed loudly.
"Fuck my life." he muttered, not wanting to leave the car's quickly escaping heat and venture back into the slick, snowy, frozen iceland that was the WalMart parking lot. And he had already been having a bad day. Niles had waken that morning with a terrible headache, and warm refrigerator. Apparently someone had gotten up for a midnight snack the night before, and didn't close the fridge door all the way, causing the temperature to rise. Nothing had spoiled, thank God, but breakfast was a bit late, and she had shown up. She had been there to witness Maxwell's apologies to Niles about his cancellation of the family vacation to the Hampton's for the holidays, which meant Niles had to work on Christmas. Again.
And now, he found himself standing outside the car in worst weather, working under the hood, trying to figure out what the bloody matter was. Max is going to kill me, he thought, wiping his greasy hands on his jeans. After about fifteen minutes of fiddling with things, he finally gave up and was about to fish out the cell phone and call a tow truck when...
"Hey, Mister! Car trouble?" a voice behind him asked. He whipped around, nearly losing his footing on the slippery ground.
Regaining his balance, he looked at the figure in front of him. A teenaged girl, maybe about fifteen stood before him, dressed in only a pair of jeans, high tops, and a royal blue hoodie. Her brown hair was pulled half-up, and her bangs fell in her eyes. There was something vaguely familiar about her.
"Uhhhh, yeah." he answered, not really sure of what else to say.
"Can I have a look?" she asked, peering over his shoulder.
Niles nodded, and followed her back around to the front. The girl looked at the engine for a few minutes, and fiddled with things as Niles had.
"So I just died on ya? Won't start back up?" she asked, a slight country twang in her voice.
"Yeah. I just...died." he answered, utterly confused now.
"Well, it looks like you're battery is out. I'm sure they got on up in WalMart over there in the car center to replace it. I can help you change it if ya want." the girl said, brushing her hair out of her eyes, revealing deep blue pools and long lashes.
"Sure. Thank you for your help." Niles answered, still a little shocked that a fourteen year old girl knew more about cars than he did. "Now, I have a question. Who exactly are you?" he smirked now.
"Oh. Sorry. I'm Jenny. And you?" she asked, extending a hand.
"I'm Niles." he replied, shaking her hand. "You have a pretty good grip there." he added as they trudged back up through the cold.
"That's what I get for having only guy friends." she answered, shoving her hands into her pockets.
"Okay, now start the car." Jenny instructed, and Niles did so. The town car suddenly came to life, and warm air quickly filled the car again.
Jenny smiled to herself, and closed the hood, wiping her greasy hands onto her jeans. Niles rolled down the window, and beckoned her over.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. Uhm, I have some cash on me-"
"Oh, well you don't have to pay me." she said quickly, even though she would gladly accept money from anyone else. But she liked this man.
"Oh come on, I insist!" he said, handing his only twenty to her. "You could at least by a coat with that. Aren't you freezing?"
Jenny shifted on high-top clad feet.
"I'm not that cold. And I have a coat at home. But thanks anyway." she answered, digging in her pocket. "Here's my number if you ever get stuck again. Gimme a call. I can fix a lot of stuff."
Niles took the piece of notebook paper she handed him, and thanked her.
"I can assure that I will, Miss Jenny." he replied, pocketing the paper.
The two exchanged goodbyes, and Jenny ran off, into the cold. Niles hoped she got home alright, and it didn't even cross his mind to ask her if she needed a ride home. He quickly shook the thought from his head and made his way back to the mansion.
"Niles! Hellooo! Earth to Rubber Maid!"
Niles shook his head to clear his mind, and focused on the voice calling to him.
"What?" he asked a confused looking CC, who was waving her hand in front of his face.
"Uh, you've been cleaning the same spot for five minutes, Dust Mop." she told him pointedly, "And they say I'm crazy."
Niles hastily moved to another spot in the kitchen, busying himself with another task.
"What, no retort? I just totally set you up, Merry Maid. Why aren't you doing anything?" CC asked from her spot across the kitchen.
"Isn't that what you tell you're dates after they see you in the bedroom?" he smirked. I'm back.
She scowled, and walked toward the door.
"Can it, Niles. Now, tell Maxwell that I have to stop by the theater for a bit to pick up a file. I'll be back for dinner."
"Shall I leave it in a bowl by the door like normal?"
She shot him a look that could kill before storming out.
Niles was dusting in the office not twenty minutes later, when Gracie flew in.
"Daddy! You might want to call an ambulance or 's a girl outside with a nasty gash on her leg, and she's limping really badly."
"Well, where is she? What did she look like?" Maxwell demanded, picking up the phone.
"Brighton's bringing her in." she answered.
Just then, Brighton lumbered in, looking windswept and cold. "I put her on the couch. She said her name's Jenny."
A/N: Bum bum bum! Haha. Leave me a review telling me what you think. Jenny's story is the next chapter, so if you have any ideas, lemme know! Hope you enjoy the rest of this!