DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything. I'm just one writer with obsessions that sometimes try to rule my life.
No, I don't want any help. ;p
This story was left aside for some time, because I simply couldn't figure out where it was leaded; now I've got it, so it's time to do it all over again!
Explanation 1: I'm a huge fan of Niles and CC from The Nanny, and of Star Trek: The Original Series. Some times both worlds unite inside my head and I'm trying to put the results on paper. It's an 'almost crossover' because it has the characters of The Nanny and the roles of TOS.
Explanation 2: Every fan has his preferences in TOS, but I love the pairings Scotty/Uhura (the gentle Engineer and the beautiful Communications Officer), and Spock/McCoy (their banter reminds me a lot of Niles and CC). So, they will appear on this paired as I like them.
Any kind of specific reference will be explained by the story itself (I hope so).
Enjoy!
TOS Nanny: An almost crossover
Chapter 1: The Bridge Crew
Captain's Log, star date… Well, in fact it doesn't matter. Space is cool, this ship is cool, and I am THE CAPTAIN – what is even cooler.
Ok, Captain of the Week – a new experiment by Starfleet. But I will be so awesome that what my siblings have made will be almost forgotten!
This is Captain Brighton Sheffield, of the Starship Enterprise. Our mission is to boldly go where no man has gone before…
'I always thought this version of the log was a bit sexist', Grace's voice interrupted him. 'I mean, why Where no man? It could easily be Where no human…'
Brighton made an annoyed face at the girl standing by his side, and his hand wavered over the button on the Captain chair, hesitating about resuming his previous task.
'Why, weren't you finished yet?!', Grace smiled innocently at him.
'Well, you seem to have finished me, sis', Brighton answered, turning off the log machine and looking at her with a long suffering sigh and puppy eyes.
The girl, used to his schemes, didn't pay attention and was all business, 'Good. I still have that report from Sickbay and the calling of our Chief Medical Officer. Maybe you want to know what it is, instead of playing with the log's register'.
'I was not playing!', Brighton pouted, taking the PAD she handed him and concentrating on reading it. His younger sister was the previous one-week Captain; she was so brilliant Starfleet gave her a whole month of training. Before her, Maggie gained a two-week extended version of the position. He must do better! That commanding yellow shirt was made for him!
Decided to show he could multitask, he kept on his reading and turned his head slightly to the Communications Officer, whose position was behind him, at the panel on the far wall of the bridge. 'Miss Fine, is everything all right? Any distress calls or anything?'
The beauty in the red uniform turned with a smile, 'No, sweetie, no news from me. All the channels airing the same old stuff tonight! Ha-ha!', she joked nasally while getting up, straightened her mini skirt and walked until she was at the other side of his chair. She winked at Grace over his head and put a hand on her hip, 'If you want, I can call Mister Sheffield from Engineering'.
Brighton looked at her, confused, 'What for?'
She put a finger on her teeth, a sign of doubt, 'In order to have him… here…', she pointed at the boy, suddenly, as if it was obvious, 'While you're there! At Sickbay'.
The Acting Captain and his sister exchanged knowing looks. Miss Fine was obviously trying to bring their father to the Bridge, so they could spend some time together.
Well, why not? Brighton turned to the brunette and smiled. 'Good thinking. You can do that'.
At that precise moment, the elevator doors opened and Maxwell entered the room. 'I'm here, Captain'.
Brighton looked at the Communications Officer, but he never had the time to comment the situation, because she smiled at him sweetly. 'The Doctor is waiting, Sir. And you know how cranky he can be when he has to wait', she waved a hand and approached the dark haired man, 'That Scarecrow!'
'Oh, yes, he was always like this, even at the Starfleet Academy. Always growling as if nothing could make him happy', Maxwell answered, chuckling to himself.
'You could share some good stories with us…', Fran asked, touching his arm seductively.
'Oh, well, for sure…'
Captain-of-the-Week knows when he is defeated, so he rolls his eyes and decides that Fran Fine had the right of calling, on her own desire, the Chief Engineer (in fact, Captain) to the Bridge. Everybody knew that she was crazy for him, and the boy wished to help her to conquer that machinery-obsessive heart.
His reasons? Well, besides the fact she would make a great stepmother, Brighton had some hope his father would leave the Captaincy more time to his children, the moment he found how much happier he could be with Miss Fine than with the starship.
'Thank you for the readiness, Mister Sheffield', Brighton said, formally, and got up from the chair. 'You have the command. I will be at Sickbay. Miss Babcock, would you mind coming with me?'
The point-eared blonde, silent until now and working diligently at the Science Station, turned the chair to answer him a bit slower than one would expect from a sharp-minded Vulcan. 'In fact, Captain, I am engrossed in the compilation of very important data. Is my presence really mandatory?'
Brighton thought for a moment. In fact, no. But having her with him made things seem easier – she had knowledge about the ship and sureness in anything she said or did, what made him feel powerful.
And, of course, it was better to let the Bridge to those two almost lovebirds…
Oh, and it was always funny to watch the debates she and the good doctor shared.
Well, he had a lot of reasons to give.
None of them that could be said out loud.
He decided to be formal, 'I know how important your work is, Miss Babcock, but I think Niles would never make a call for the Captain's presence if it was not scientifically relevant. You, as my Science Officer, besides First Officer, should come with me when he has information to give – as he probably has, once I've been demanding it from him since our last mission'.
The blonde settled her chin hard and threw the Bridge people an icy glare, as if defying someone to contradict her, 'I doubt the seriousness of the Doctor'.
'He is very good at his work', Fran chimed in.
'I was not discussing his competence, but his attitude towards hierarchy and protocol'.
Maxwell agreed, 'Sometimes he overreacts and let his emotions run wild... What is not always a problem: we were saved from many situations by his inspiration and intuition'.
'To support such illogical behavior is highly temerarious'.
Brighton gave two steps into her direction, That's why I think there is not a better person than you, with all your logic, to deal with that'.
It seemed some flattery was enough to convince her, because she looked at Brighton for a moment and then turned to the elevator and started walking steadily.
The funny thing was Vulcans generally didn't bend to flattery: their race was almost proud of their feelings not interfering in their day to day decisions.
However, when the matter was about Doctor Niles McCoy, it was too easy to convince this particular Vulcan… It was almost as if she… liked to discuss him and wanted the opportunity to face him.
Miss Babcock stopped inside the elevator and pressed the button that kept it open; she straightened her shoulders and put her hands behind her back, ready to patiently wait for the Captain as much as was necessary.
Brighton smirked to himself: it was good to see she had the same stoical way to wait on him, as she proverbially did for his father. Not wishing to push his luck, he went to join her with decisive strides.
'Well done, Sir', Maxwell said to the passing boy with a smirk, while sitting at the Captain's chair.
The last thing Brighton saw while the doors were closing was Miss Fine managing to sit at the arm of the said Captain's chair.
His father would have problems concentrating, he was sure.