Wow, it's almost been a month since i last updated...How time flies... Anyway I'm updating now and better late than never, yeah? Oh and I guess I forgot to mention this took off from "The Nose Knows" episode, might've already figured that out, anyway :). And..and...and...oh yeah! Thanks for the reviews! :D


Niles was behind the kitchen counter preparing Mr. Sheffield's morning platter, when Fran skipped into the kitchen her hair in a messy bun wearing one of her "loud, inappropriate bathrobes" this particular one was white with colorful designs on it. She stopped when she saw Niles. "Hiya Niles." Fran smiled.

"Good morning, Miss Fine, sleep well?" Niles momentarily looked up at Fran. "Yeah, thanks for carrying me to my room last night, your such a doll." Fran's smile still etched upon her face as she leaned forward on the counter. Niles returned the smile, "It's the least I can do, Miss Fine."

"You didn't try anything, did ya?" she teased pointing her pinkie finger at him with a twinkle in her eyes. Niles chuckled, "No, but I was tempted." He grabbed the tray and looked Fran up and down. "Niles, you dog, you!" Fran's unique laughter filled the air as she hit Niles on the shoulder. "Is Mr. Sheffield up yet?"

Fran picked some imaginary lint off her robe and stared expectantly at Niles. "No, I was just bringing him some tea." Niles gestures to the silver platter in his hands filled with a cup, tea, and multiple blueberry scones.

Fran made a small mmm sound and grabbed a scone from the tray. "Wha? He's not going to eat it." Fran says off Niles look. Then pops the scone in her mouth. "Want me to take it to him, so you could…uh…" Fran looked around the kitchen. "take out the trash?" Niles smirked and shook his head, "Done."

"Scrub the counters?"

"Done."

"Scrub a toilet?"

Niles sulked. "Just take it." He thrust the tray into Fran's hands and walked out the door with hunched shoulders. Fran gave him a pitiful smile, turned, and walked up the stairs.

XxX

In the master bedroom of the Sheffield mansion. The owner of this dwelling was just waking up, the first rays of sunshine peeking through the curtains above his bed. Maxwell Sheffield's eyes slowly opened as he felt something move on the other side of his bed. Max sighed, rolled over, and sat bolt upright.

His eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head and slowly looked to his side, hoping he didn't see what he thought he saw. His hopes were dashed as he did, in fact, see a woman sleeping next to him in his bed. Maxwell groaned and fell back down on his pillow.

He didn't remember any of last night after the party, and was slightly hoping he could have a repeat of the last time he woke up with a woman beside him. Max smiled, recalling that morning some time ago…two years ago…

"What is s-she doing here?" C.C. pointed the space that was usually unoccupied on Maxwell's bed. "Who?" Max looked over to his right, spotting a mass of dark brown curls. "Oh." He reached over and turned her head just enough so he could see her face. Max jumped back in shock, "MISS FINE!" Fran yawned and faced Maxwell, "oh, I'm having that dream again." She reached out to touch his face, and then she jumped off the bed in shock. "OH, MR. SHEFFIELD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN…your room."

Maxwell remembered waking up a little bit before C.C. came in. He smelt, now that he thought about it, Fran's aroma. He didn't give it a second thought then because it felt almost, well, natural. As Max breathed in deeply, he knew it wasn't Fran beside him. He felt he already knew this, thinking he saw a bit of blonde hair when he looked over. Not the familiar brown curls. It wasn't Fran Fine, and maybe that was best.

"Penny for your thoughts," Maxwell heard a light voice whisper to him. He looked at the woman's face that was now staring at him. What was her name? Diana? Danna?

"Um…"

"Oh please tell me you weren't thinking of that servant."

What did she say? Danielle! Yes that was it, Danielle. Blimey, her face is really unattractive with that scowl. Ah yes, now he remembered. The limo ride, throwing his keys on the counter, walking up the stairs…

"I'm thinking this was a mistake, I'm terribly sorry."

Danielle was watching his face closely as he processed everything that happened. Then when he apologized his facial expressions were incredibly sincere. Danielle was tempted to laugh, instead she placed her most convincing heartbroken guise on upon her face. She blinked slowly and said, " C-Can I at least stay for breakfast and met your kids?" Danielle sniffed and smiled sadly. "I bet they're wonderful," she added for good measure.

Maxwell smiled fondly. "Yes they are," Thanks to Fran. "And you can stay, it's the least I can do." Danielle smiled and raised an eyebrow, "Do you hear that, is someone coming?" Max jumped out of bed and pulled on his robe. "Yes, my butler, Niles, usually brings some tea and scones for me in the morning."

"Oh, that's nice." Danielle watched as he threw her a white robe from the master bathroom. She put in on, still sitting in the bed. Max forgot about how she'd have to met the rest of his family, he knew what they would assume(rightfully so), and was more than a little nervous.

Maxwell Sheffield was incredibly proud of his reputation of being able to ignore all the actresses attempts to flirt with him at the theater. Hell, he was living with the most gorgeous woman he'd ever had the pleasure to met and still was able to compose himself. Truthfully, he didn't understand what happened last night, and was definitely not proud of it.

What would his family think? He knew without doubt that Niles wouldn't approve, the kids would hate him, they didn't even know her name. And Miss Fine…Fran…Fran would…

The door opened, and from the bathroom Maxwell quickly said, "I'd like you to met Danielle, Niles. She's a friend of mine."

"I can see that." the nasally voice seemed to echo to the bathroom. Maxwell stepped back into the room, looking towards the doorway, and was staring into the dark brown eyes of Fran Fine.