Secrets of the Babcock:
The Blazing Mind of CC Part 1
Chapter 1- Who Are You Chastity Claire?
Summery-
CC who is titled, 'One of New York's Most Powerful Women,' has finally found something to be proud of, until someone comes to her life and tells her she is more important than she thought, so important, that the future depends on her. But being the stubborn CC that she is, she refuses, but later finds herself in a situation she thought she could never guessed to be in. Her adventures begin. Who is she? Even she herself doesn't know.
This is set in season 1.
CC Babcock. A name people are afraid of. As if it's like chanting bloody Mary in the bathroom mirror. If you say her name she will come for you. But there is something much worse than her name. Her herself. The woman who was named 'real life villain of the year,' five years in a row. One of the most powerful and richest women in new york, and maybe the world.
Proof? Magazines selling in every stand says so, evidence that she is in fact and obviously successful, not for just her career, but who she is, and what she is known for. The Bitch Of Broadway.
"CC, congratulations." Maxwell said, pulling down the magazine down slightly to look at her, giving her a fragile smile, like any proud friend would. Pulling the paper up again, he began reading aloud. "CC Babcock, who is known for her outstanding attitude in the backstage of almost every theater, which surprisingly works for the classy blonde, is also now known as New York's most powerful women. Although there are many actors who have worked for her before, complained about her during their job with her, the aftermath, they have claimed to be better in acting because of her discipline..."
Fran who has been sitting on her usual spot, also reading the magazine, continued where he left off.
"Although there have been failures of their production, Ms. CC Babcock, obviously does not give up, giving many women who knows of her success, an inspiration, and someone to look up to, because she is someone who gets right back up..."
"A legend, who has also made grown men cry. She is hated by many powerful men, who had lost their dignity because of her. But that said, we women are to stick together, and protect her, as she is one of the women to prove that we can be stronger than men..." Niles continued after standing near the corner of Maxwell's desk, across from Fran, glaring at CC when he finished reading.
CC, who had been sitting on the green couch, reading along to what they were reading, closed the magazine and found looking at her. She gave out a sexy devilish smile that he so loved, and she shook her head.
"This woman really hates men, huh Ms. Babcock," Fran said.
"Nanny Fine, she doesn't hate men. She just hates the fact that men think they're the bigger gender." CC rolled her eyes,
"Well, obviously. She's a friend of yours as well?"
"Yes, anything else you would like to ask?"
"CC, be gentle. Ms. Fine, don't you have work to do? Where are the children?" Maxwell interrupted.
"Huh, I should know that right?"
"Well you are the nanny and it's your job to know."
"Right, I should go then." Fran smiled innocently and skipped out of the room to find the children.
An hour later, Niles had already left to the kitchen to prepare for dinner, while CC and Maxwell were stuck in the office, finishing up some work that was left over, after their last play.
"Maxwell I'll be in the kitchen. Do you want anything?"
"No, that's alright. Go ahead, Ms. Woman of the year," He smiled at her,
CC blushed lightly as she got up from the couch, and brushed her skirt with her hands from preventing anymore wrinkles, and fixing her blazer.
"Your such a tease Maxwell," she said playfully, and left the office.
Maxwell laughed and shook his head.
"Well, well, well. Babcock, how much did you pay her to write it? Or did you have her at gun point?"
"Jealous much Windex?"
"Ha! You wish,"
"You know are, I mean, here you are, stuck here cleaning toilets, and I've just been named woman of the year."
"Yet your old and alone?!"
"I think you just described yourself,"
Niles laughed,
"well it was fun talking to you, but unlike you, I have important work to do,"
"Hm, like throwing yourself on Mr. Sheffield?"
"Can't blame a girl for trying," She said, while walking towards the door,
"You are far from being a girl, or a woman for that matter,"
CC stopped herself, and turned her head slightly enough to see Niles standing behind the counter, and smirked.
"If you need evidence, then just ask."
Niles eyes grew large at what she had said, and lost his breath for a second, and felt chills on the sides of his face. Luckily CC left before she saw him blushed.
Finally, it was time for CC to go home. After a long day, all she wanted to do was take a long bath and good sleep. And thinking about the weekend by herself, made her feel even better.
"Happy it's Friday?" The taxi driver asked her, noticing her tired yet relieved.
"Yes," She simply said,
"Hard day?"
"Very," not very interested in the conversation.
The taxi driver took another look in his mirror to take a better look at her, and realized she looked familiar.
"Have I seen you before? You look fami—wait! Your that woman aren't you! New York's Most Powerful woman!"
"One of New York's most powerful women," She corrected.
"Wow! Your like a celebrity! That means you know Mr. Maxwell Sheffield! How is he? My sister said that without you, he wouldn't have made it out this year. She idolizes you."
CC faked a smile, and nodded.
"Can I have your autograph? My sister's birthday is right around the corner, this could be the best birthday present I could ever give her."
She gave out a small laugh only she heard, and nodded.
"Of course." She said.
"Oh shit, my friends will never believe this! Ha! I guess I got me a story to tell."
"I guess you do."
Happy that the ride was over, she 'happily' gave him her signature, and fast walked her way to her apartment.
The door man Jefferey smiled at her.
"Congratulations Ms. Babcock," winking at her, while opening the door for her.
"Thank you, Jefferey. She smiled sweetly.
After taking the elevator, and walking tiredly to her door, she was glad she was away from her new 'fans.' as she entered her apartment, she tossed her purse on the couch, and took off her heals, before sitting down on the couch to turn on the TV.
After a minute, she felt a slight shiver, feeling she wasn't alone, she muted the TV, and looked around the room carefully, and noticed there was a small noise in her room. As she was getting up slowly, while grabbing an empty vase just in case, and quietly walked to the bedroom door. But before she could get near the door, it opened, and out came a man.
"AH!" She screamed, throwing the vase at the man before her, although completely missing him.
"Ah! What the hell was that for? You nearly killed me with that! And what kind of throw was that!?"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT!" She yelled.
"Shhhh, the whole city could here you! Calm down, I'm not here to murder you or kidnap you."
"What the fuck are you here then!" She said, less louder than before, though backed away. "Wait...your that taxi driver! Are you a stalker?"
"If I was, I'd be a bad one of that! Aren't stalkers s'possed to hide and never be seen?"
"You'd know."
"Wow, I'm not a stalker."
Taking another step back, she carefully took another vase, and raised it up as a warning.
"Explain! Now! I won't have men in here without explanation. If your not here to harm me, then why are you here?"
"I'm here for you. Not the way you think." He rolled his eyes. "Your one of the most important witches. Actually you are the most important witch."
CC looked at him like he was crazy, as if he just said the silliest words. Actually scratch that, he did say the most silliest words.
"What the hell did you just call me?! Obviously you read the magazine wrong."
"You know what I'm talking about. I read your history files. Your parents bound your powers as soon as they found out you were a witch, then you got them back when your turned 16...lost them on your 17th birthday...although it didn't say why?" CC looked away, not wanting to answer. Though he continued "You had two friends who had the same situation. No longer talk to them? Anyway, it also says that you are to be the most powerful witch ever born, to save both humans and witches." After the last words he said, she looked more confused and surprised.
"What? How can you look through my history files? Only clays can see through them. I didn't sign for a clay!"
"Uh, the signature you gave me?" He smiled innocently.
"Oh that's not fair! You cheated you bastard!"
"Sorry I had to, I know you wouldn't if I had asked you nicely, so I had to trick you." CC gave him a look. "What! Would you have signed it?"
"No,"
"well then there you! CC please, we need you. Your very important. Without you, our future is—,"
"Fucked?" she continued.
"Well...if that's how you want to say it, then yeah our future will be... fucked. You know we gotta work out you language."
CC rolled her eyes.
"so your trapped with me,"
"I want you in court!"
He laughed, "You can't do that to clays. Silly goose. Plus it's too late. And you have no choice. Sorry."
"Yeah well, your wasting your time, because I won't do anything you'll tell me. Plus I don't have my powers so...sorry I'm useless."
"Well, that's no problem. Because I'm giving them back."
"Wha—," Before she can say anything else, he quickly pulled out a blue clay and held it tight in his fist, which quickly turned to powder, and threw it at her. Seconds later, things began to change.
He smiled at her, as she ran to the mirror to look at what he had done to her. And when she did, she shrieked.
"What the hell did you do to me!"
"Well, your background is everything to witches. Your eyes became a much deeper blue because your over 18 and also obviously your eyes are blue because it runs in the family."
"MY HAIR!"
"Ah yes. The wiser the longer. Sorry about that."
"It's past my shoulders! How am I supposed to explain this! I'm not going to say this is a weave!"
"well you gotta say something, to explain all this." Holding his laugh. "Um, there's more bad news."
"What! Green skin?"
"No, actually, since your over 18 and your inexperienced, you'll be stuck wearing tradition dresses don't worry, it can be any dress you'd like to wear, but it has to be a dress. If you wear anything else, it'll be a lot worse next time, trust me, you don't want to find out. It's your own fault. You took your powers away. You did this to yourself."
"What! You got to be kidding me!"
"Not kidding. Sorry." He said guiltily.
"Why is my hair so wavy?"
"That's actually you natural hair, it just became more wavier."
"You suck!"
He laughed.
"Your different than any other witch I've ever met. Obviously, you speak your mind, and your not afraid of what people think when you stand up for what you think. You scare me."
"Yeah, well...even with my powers back, I'm sorry but I won't help you."
"And stubborn. But guess what, so am I. I can't and won't give up. But you'll see, you'll come around. Whether it takes a day, or one year. I'll get you where I want you,"
"That confident huh?"
"I'm a professional. I'm Clay level 9."
"Wow. And what's the limit? 100?" she simply said.
"10. For your information."
"So are you going to tell me your name?" CC lifted her brow,
"I told you already."
"Clay? Really?"
"All Clays are named Clay. We don't have the right to be named unless our trainees name us."
"Hm. So I can name you?"
"Yes, and since you said I'll be stuck with you forever, I guess my name will be with me forever."
CC gave an evil smile, and thought for a bit.
"don't even think about giving me a girl name, or a name like dick face."
"Damn. I was about to call you Whitney."
Clay frowned. "Any guy name please! Like a very manly name,"
"Whitney can be a manly name," she said. Giggling. Clay gave a straight face, and CC stopped herself. "alright fine. Well to me, green eyes...black hair? Equals the name Michael."
"Michael? Hmm...I like it!"
"Michael it is. But I still won't train. Sorry."
"It's fine, cuz I know you will."
"Whatever. Anyway, I hope you find a shelter somewhere because I'm going to sleep already, and you will have to find someone who's dumb enough to take you in."
"aw don't be so cruel to me."
CC rolled her eyes, and shook her head.
"I'm going to regret this. Fine you can stay here. But as soon as you wake up, you leave and find your own place. I don't want people thinking I'm hiring a male prostitute."
Michael smiled and winked at her, "If I was, do you think I'll make a lot of money?"
"With that mouth, I don't think you'll be worth over a dollar." And with that, she left to her bedroom, finally getting rid of him.
"why you so mean to me!" exaggerating his New York accent, he shouted before the door.
CC chuckled, closing her eyes, then finally fell asleep.
In the morning, she had thought that everything was a dream, until her head felt heavy, her hair dropping to her sides. She took another look at herself, and frowned.
"This is punishment, I look like Nanny Fine!" She mumbled to herself. When she looked around her apartment to make sure he was gone, went to the kitchen to make herself breakfast, and sat down on the couch hoping her day will be as normal as it was before he came along.
The weekend came to an end, and surprisingly, Michael didn't bother to show up at, which was a relief.
Monday morning came, and as she lazily got up, and got ready, she noticed her wardrobe has been changed with many dresses, moaning, she let out a small cry cursing at herself for falling into an old trap, wishing she didn't sign the paper. By the time she finished up, she examined herself in the mirror, and looked horrified.
"I can't believe I look like this!" Not believing what she was seeing, she took a long coat, a pair of sunglasses, and tucked her hair in a cloche hat bell-shaped, and features a narrow brim, a rounded crown and soft material that has a creamy color that matches her skin delightfully, and perfectly matches her coat.
Finally ready, she leaves to work, hoping Niles won't try to figure out what's underneath. CC blushed at the thought.
When she arrived at the mansion, Niles greeted her at the door...well his usual greetings to her.
"Aren't you going to take off you coat, and hat? And sunglasses? I don't think that's your style." He made a face of sourness, and shook his head.
"If you see my eyes, you see me rolling my eyes at you. And no, I think I'll keep these on. Thank you very much."
"That's not a real thank you is it?"
"No." She said while walking away from him, walking towards the office.
Unfortunately, she found Fran in there.
"High-ah Ms. Babcock! Wow, publicity givin you a hard time?"
"What?"
"You look like a celebrity in hiding. If you were wearing black, I'd think you were-ah spy! Or a murderer. Or a—,"
"Ok we get it. And no, it's just... I don't feel like taking of my coat and hat."
"And the sunglasses?"
"Them too. What is it a crime to dress like this?"
"No,"
"Alright you two, I think we had enough talk about clothes. We need to get to work."
"And by we he mean you Nanny Fine, and that mean, get out and take care of the children like your hired to do."
Fran pouted, while jumping off the desk, squinting her eyes at CC, but as she was about to leave, the door opened with Niles coming in, who looked as if he was about to announce something. Which he did.
"There's a gentlemen here for Ms. Babcock."
Fran and CC both looked confused until Michael finally showed his face. Now CC's curiosity turned to disappointment.
"What babe you don't want me here." he laughed.
"Didn't I kick you out? Was my message not clear. And what did you call me?"
"What on earth are you wearing?! I may not be aware of the...fashion that's used today, but Ceec, come on, this isn't fair. Your cheating."
CC rolled her eyes, got up, and pointed to the doors that led to the balcony.
"Ok ok. I'll get out."
"I'm telling you to go out there to talk to you. I would never let you go out the window." She said "But I would love to push you out of it," mumbled. Which only Fran and Niles heard, since Michael was already heading out.
As soon as they both stepped out. The two yentas, couldn't help looking, if they couldn't hear their conversation, they could at least see them.
"You have to take off the hat. And glasses. Oh and the coat. Orders are orders missy." Crossing his hands, he pulled his eyebrows up and waited for her to take them off.
"Ha like I'd actually listen to you."
"If you don't, I'll tell them who you are."
"What! You wouldn't."
"I would," he whispered, after a few seconds of silence, Michael thought of an idea. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow you'll be off that disguise, and sow your new true self. Promise?"
CC rolled her eyes, and nodded. "Whatever you say captain."
The next day, as agreed, CC was ready this time. Although she wore coverups from home to the mansion, she promised Michael she'd take them off when she gets there.
Luckily no one was in the living room. After a few minutes of fidgeting she finally got the courage to take her coat, hat and sunglasses off, and left them in the closet. Knowing the family would be in the dining room having breakfast, she fast walked towards the office.
An hour later, she finally got comfortable enough to continue her work. In a good mood, she decided to go out in the balcony, and work outside.
She touched her long new wavy hair, and took a deep breath, and let it out.
"Why me?" which questioned everything. Michael, her magic, being the chosen one. She closed her eyes, and remembered what her grandmother said on her death bed.
"Nana?"
"Chastity my darling," she smiled at her 10 year old granddaughter. "Don't cry." With her shaking hand, she wiped out the tears from CC's rosy cheeks. "Don't cry," she said again, only then after, she spoke with her eyes. Telling her not to worry.
"Nana please be ok. I don't want you to go."
"Did your mother tell you I was leaving? No I won''t leave you. I'll always be with you. Just not here. Do you know what I mean?"
CC shook her head.
The older woman smiled and said, taking a few breaths before speaking, "I'll be in your heart."
CC cried louder, and hugged her grandma for one last time.
"You need to be strong, Chastity. Your very important. Not just to me, but to everyone. Promise me you'll become stronger than you are today,"
CC looked confused, but nonetheless, she promised her grandmother. "Why am I important?"
"Your mother didn't want you facing the world alone. That's why she did it. But she can't stop you from being who you are in the inside. I love you..."
She cried. She cried when her grandmother stopped moving. Stopped breathing.
"Nana! Nana!...your my real mommy..." She whispered the last words into her grandmother's ear. Hoping BB wouldn't hear, who was just on the other side of the door.
She opened her eyes, and realized what her grandmother said. And for the first time, she understood what she meant. But decided to put it aside, for now. As well as her tears that were begging to come down.
After a few minutes, she heard Maxwell, Niles and for some reason, Fran, coming towards the office, hearing Fran especially behind the door.
"Thank god I decided to dig up my boots. Just don't tell Gracie."
"I wouldn't dream of it Ms. Fine." Maxwell said, with Niles laughing in the background.
CC shook her head, and decided to get back to work.
"Where's Ms. Babcock?" Fran asked. "I thought I heard the front door open,"
"I'm here. Maxwell, they called again. Roger Simmons and the rest of his team. They want to know why you didn't use their costumes for the play," She said, as she came in with papers in her arms, and sat down on her usual spot. Noticing the bug eyes they were giving her, she questioned them.
"What?"
"Ms. Babcock, what did you do to yourself? Are those extensions? Is that dress on sale? Are you wearing contacts?"
"Um...no on all your questions Nanny Fine. But thank you for asking." and went back to work. Well, tried, since she began to feel eyes were still on her. Unfortunately, she was right.
"So are you going to explain anything?" She asked.
"No, I don't have to Nanny Fine." turning to Maxwell, she noticed he to was starring at her, like she grew another head. "Can you all stop looking at me like that! I don't feel comfortable having 3 pairs of eyes on me!"
"CC you just look rather...lovely today." Maxwell said, smiling at her.
That's when she realized. For him to like her, she had to change. On the first day she met Nanny Fine she didn't see it, not even when he called her handsome. That he didn't see her beauty that was hiding from the potion her own mother had put her on. CC sadly smiled back, then went straight to the papers in front of her.
The rest did the same, as they knew she wasn't going to explain.
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"Ms. Babcock, your...um boyfriend? And another gentleman are here."
"Eh, he is not my boyfriend. More like a dog who keeps following me. Wait another what?"
Michael and a man who looked a little shy, with brown short curly hair, with brown eyes, with a small scar near his right eye, came in behind him.
"I'm sorry I keep barging into your house Mr. Sheffield, but I need to speak with her for just a couple of minutes."
"Th-that's alright, CC has the right to have friends here," Maxwell gave another smile to her, which was beginning to give her the goosebumps.
"What? And who?" she mouthed to Michael, and he just smiled.
"This is Warren Sanders."
"And?" She said, looking behind them to see if Fran and Niles are near the door.
"They can't here, I put a shield around us, no one on the outside can here what we're saying. They can only see us."
"Great," She simply said, not using excitement on her voice.
"You probably don't remember me, mostly because I was covered in smoke."
CC gave a confusing look, and turned to Michael.
"What are you up to?"
"Just listen to him."
The man, waited patiently to start his story, and as Michael nodded for him to continue, he began.
"I was 18 years old. I remember because it was my birthday. I was angry at my parents, they didn't buy me a cake or nothing on that special day, so I went out and bought myself a cake with 16 candles. I tried to light the match, but somehow I ended up burning the kitchen curtains. Before I could stop it, I trip and fell down, but before that, I met the kitchen knife that was hanging out from the table, and it cut me near the right eye. As you can see." He smiled shyly.
"I passed out and next thing you know the house was on fire. I saw you hold me, somehow protecting me from the fire. Like you were wearing something that fire could never touch. I never figured it out why until years later. I married a witch." He laughed. "She told me what she was on my honeymoon. I think she got the idea from bewitched. Anyway, she told me she had a gift that comes from witch powers. Told me she was a nurturer. A Fire Nurturer. And that's what you are, aren't you?" He smiled to her.
"I remember. I was walking home from school, and somehow, I knew something was wrong. When I saw smoke, I didn't stop myself from going in. That was when my gift came to me." She said, almost to a whisper. Looking down, picturing what happened on that day.
"But you left after you took me out. Why?"
"I didn't want you asking me why didn't burn me. I'm sorry."
"That was the first time you used your powers, wasn't it. And you ran because it scared you. CC, when your gifts comes to you, it does when you need it the most. And you didn't know that. But you have to know now, that...if you hadn't been there with your powers, you wouldn't have been able to save him. Warren, tell her what you've been doing since then."
"Um, well, I'm a doctor. After the fire, I realized that life was to short, and if I really want to be somebody, even if it takes forever, I would do it anyway. And to follow my dreams. I save people everyday...and it's because of you. And I met the most wonderful woman, who I have children with. Two beautiful children who want to follow their father's footsteps."
"Oh my god." She was all she could say, and when finally, she let tears fall down.
"And everyday since that day, I've been wanting to see the angel who saved me. To tell her...to tell you thank you for saving my life." He said, and walked up to her, and hugged her, to which she gave back and both of them cried.
Michael nearly in tears himself, gave a small smile to CC when she finally let go of Warren. And she nodded.
"You were important even before you knew it. Even before you were born. That's something to keep in your heart. CC, I just wanted you to know, that without you, there wouldn't be people like Warren. You have to know that, I'm not here to give you torture, but I'm here to make you realize just who you are...or who you can be."
"You really suck Michael. I hate crying."
She said.
Michael chuckled, and shook his. "what am I to do with you?"
"I thought you were going to train me?"
Michael lifted his eyebrows, surprised at what she said. "You mean, you'll agree to be trained?"
CC took another look at Warren, who smiled, and turning to Michael, she nodded.
"I'm ready Michael."
This was actually rushed. But I promise I'll write better. And I should start writing it earlier, since I finished this in 3 in the morning. Yikes. Know it's a bit cheesy, but I promise, it'll have a different tone later on in the chapters. And I promise, there will be Niles and CC scenes in this. Tell me if you want me to continue. Trust me, this is just in introduction, and after this, it will get better.
-REDST5 ;)
