I like 'The Nanny'-no, cancel that, I like the show, but Fran Fine is the kind of person, if I
knew her, I would cross the street to avoid having to meet her.
However, I like the characters both Niles and, most of all, C.C.
And since the producers screwed up the 'original' C.C., robbing her of all dignity, I grew upset.
But where I really blew the fuse, was, when Niles sent the singing telegram to C.C, and she came
crawling back to Sheffields.
That's when she lost the last bit of credibility, because women like C.C., and most women
for that, would have said :"Enough is enough, and I've had it!"
So, here's how the sixth season should have ended:
By C.C leaving, while telling the story of her life.
*~
Rating: R for a reason, so bug off, kids!
*~
Disclaimer: C.C. Babcock, Niles, Fran, Maxwell, Sarah, Maggie, Brighton and Grace Sheffield
aswell as the rest of the Nanny belong to their respective owners.
*~
Reviews: please, this is my first Nanny fic, so tell me, what you think
*~
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All the bridges burnt
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
"C.C:! C:C:! Where in darnation is that woman?"
Maxwell Sheffield paced through the confines of his office, yelling at the top of the lungs for
his elusive co-producer.
A loud knock from the door announced the arrival of Mawell's soon-to-be-bride, Fran.
"Maxwell, honey, what's wrong?"
The producer stopped a few inches from knocking the brunette over, and exclaimed:
"C.C:'s missing, that's wrong! She promised me by all she holds holy, she would have the contracts for my new
show on my desk by ten! Now it's eleven thirty, and I've seen wether hide nor hair from her, or
the agreement, my lawyer keeps nagging me and-"
Another knock interrupted Maxwell's ranting, and in stepped Niles, the daily post on a tablet.
"Sir, I believe, the big envelope with Ms. Babcock's handwriting contains the requested formulares."
Sheffield's mood went from stark raving mad to bright and cheery in a matter of seconds.
Taking the large envelope from the tray and opening it with his favourite letter opener, he guffawed:
"Good old C.C.! Even if she's late, she's reliable. She even sent it express, because she knew, it might
not..get..here..."
He cast a glance at his butler, who seemed busy with removing imaginary dust from the chaise-longe.
"Niles, how long was this wrapper lying in the letter box?"
Blinking innocently, the butler faced his boss.
"Oh, I honestly have no idea, Sir, since I was so busy answering the phone, recieving all those engagement
gratulations from Ms. Fine's relatives, but I do not think, it was more than half an hour, Sir."
Sheffield frowned and shot him another dark look, before he started thumbing through the contracts.
The longer he did so, the longer his face became, until he finally slumped into his chair and whispered:
"My..god. This is..incredible."
Worriedly, Fran bowed over him, asking:
"Maxwell, what happened? Did Ms. Babcock forget some-"
"No, no, in contrary, this is the kind of contracts every single producer dreams about, and C.C.
pulled it through without a single flaw! It's, it's.."
he struggled with the words," breathtakingly amazing!"
"Wow, and I only got a 'wonderful' after the costume stunt I pulled last night" muttered Fran under her
breath, but flashed her fiancé her broadest smile, when she saw the blissful look on his face.
Clearing his throath, Maxwell continued:
"Well, I don't want to go into details here, but basically, she convinced the entire staff,
including all actors and both leads, to work for minimum wage, yet recieve the best quality possible,
plus, all rights go to Sheffield Productions, and-"
"What?!?" screamed Niles and Fran in perfect sync.
Slightly confused, Mawell read the line again, then mumbled:
"Strange, she must have forgotten to put in her name aswe-"
"In your dreams, she did!" bellowed Niles, then shrank back visibly, when he remembered his place.
"Sorry about that, Sir."
Fran patted his shoulder, and, nudging him aside, agreed:
"Niles's right Maxwell, you can't possibly believe, somebody so self-centered, selfish, egoistic-"
"You forgot egomaniac", interjected Niles, "-Thanks, egomaniac as Ms. Babcock would forget to
put in her name, when she knows, there are millions to be made?"
Picking up the envelope and peeking inside, she sneered:
Something's fishy here-and I know, it's not-oh my GOD!"
"Fran?" "Ms.Fine!" Both men turned to look at Fran, who had gone white as a sheet.
Wordlessly, she handed Maxwell a second, slightly smaller envelope, hidden in the first one.
In large, blue letters, the words 'Cancellation' were written across it.
Several seconds, all was quiet, and then, Maxwell ripped the letter open furiously, growling:
"She can't do that! She can't quit, she's my goddamn co-producer and she..did it."
Unfolding the letter to it's full extent, he automatically snatched the smaller sachet hidden inside,
before it sailed to the floor.
Numbly, he read the words aloud.
'To the Sheffield household', and below, 'only to be opened and read, when all inhabitants are present'.
*~
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Well, that was evil, I confess, but don't worry, chapter 2 will be up soon!
knew her, I would cross the street to avoid having to meet her.
However, I like the characters both Niles and, most of all, C.C.
And since the producers screwed up the 'original' C.C., robbing her of all dignity, I grew upset.
But where I really blew the fuse, was, when Niles sent the singing telegram to C.C, and she came
crawling back to Sheffields.
That's when she lost the last bit of credibility, because women like C.C., and most women
for that, would have said :"Enough is enough, and I've had it!"
So, here's how the sixth season should have ended:
By C.C leaving, while telling the story of her life.
*~
Rating: R for a reason, so bug off, kids!
*~
Disclaimer: C.C. Babcock, Niles, Fran, Maxwell, Sarah, Maggie, Brighton and Grace Sheffield
aswell as the rest of the Nanny belong to their respective owners.
*~
Reviews: please, this is my first Nanny fic, so tell me, what you think
*~
********************************************************************************
All the bridges burnt
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
"C.C:! C:C:! Where in darnation is that woman?"
Maxwell Sheffield paced through the confines of his office, yelling at the top of the lungs for
his elusive co-producer.
A loud knock from the door announced the arrival of Mawell's soon-to-be-bride, Fran.
"Maxwell, honey, what's wrong?"
The producer stopped a few inches from knocking the brunette over, and exclaimed:
"C.C:'s missing, that's wrong! She promised me by all she holds holy, she would have the contracts for my new
show on my desk by ten! Now it's eleven thirty, and I've seen wether hide nor hair from her, or
the agreement, my lawyer keeps nagging me and-"
Another knock interrupted Maxwell's ranting, and in stepped Niles, the daily post on a tablet.
"Sir, I believe, the big envelope with Ms. Babcock's handwriting contains the requested formulares."
Sheffield's mood went from stark raving mad to bright and cheery in a matter of seconds.
Taking the large envelope from the tray and opening it with his favourite letter opener, he guffawed:
"Good old C.C.! Even if she's late, she's reliable. She even sent it express, because she knew, it might
not..get..here..."
He cast a glance at his butler, who seemed busy with removing imaginary dust from the chaise-longe.
"Niles, how long was this wrapper lying in the letter box?"
Blinking innocently, the butler faced his boss.
"Oh, I honestly have no idea, Sir, since I was so busy answering the phone, recieving all those engagement
gratulations from Ms. Fine's relatives, but I do not think, it was more than half an hour, Sir."
Sheffield frowned and shot him another dark look, before he started thumbing through the contracts.
The longer he did so, the longer his face became, until he finally slumped into his chair and whispered:
"My..god. This is..incredible."
Worriedly, Fran bowed over him, asking:
"Maxwell, what happened? Did Ms. Babcock forget some-"
"No, no, in contrary, this is the kind of contracts every single producer dreams about, and C.C.
pulled it through without a single flaw! It's, it's.."
he struggled with the words," breathtakingly amazing!"
"Wow, and I only got a 'wonderful' after the costume stunt I pulled last night" muttered Fran under her
breath, but flashed her fiancé her broadest smile, when she saw the blissful look on his face.
Clearing his throath, Maxwell continued:
"Well, I don't want to go into details here, but basically, she convinced the entire staff,
including all actors and both leads, to work for minimum wage, yet recieve the best quality possible,
plus, all rights go to Sheffield Productions, and-"
"What?!?" screamed Niles and Fran in perfect sync.
Slightly confused, Mawell read the line again, then mumbled:
"Strange, she must have forgotten to put in her name aswe-"
"In your dreams, she did!" bellowed Niles, then shrank back visibly, when he remembered his place.
"Sorry about that, Sir."
Fran patted his shoulder, and, nudging him aside, agreed:
"Niles's right Maxwell, you can't possibly believe, somebody so self-centered, selfish, egoistic-"
"You forgot egomaniac", interjected Niles, "-Thanks, egomaniac as Ms. Babcock would forget to
put in her name, when she knows, there are millions to be made?"
Picking up the envelope and peeking inside, she sneered:
Something's fishy here-and I know, it's not-oh my GOD!"
"Fran?" "Ms.Fine!" Both men turned to look at Fran, who had gone white as a sheet.
Wordlessly, she handed Maxwell a second, slightly smaller envelope, hidden in the first one.
In large, blue letters, the words 'Cancellation' were written across it.
Several seconds, all was quiet, and then, Maxwell ripped the letter open furiously, growling:
"She can't do that! She can't quit, she's my goddamn co-producer and she..did it."
Unfolding the letter to it's full extent, he automatically snatched the smaller sachet hidden inside,
before it sailed to the floor.
Numbly, he read the words aloud.
'To the Sheffield household', and below, 'only to be opened and read, when all inhabitants are present'.
*~
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Well, that was evil, I confess, but don't worry, chapter 2 will be up soon!