This story is a cross over with a very popular British sitcom called, As Time Goes By and the American sitcom, The Nanny. If you are not familiar with As Time Goes By or The Nanny, the story should not be too hard to follow.

Disclaimer: Most everything in this story belongs to the creators of As Time Goes By, and The Nanny. This is only for fun!

Chapter One-London Baby!

"Ma, can you believe it, I'm going to England next week!" Fran said, sitting at the kitchen table with her Mother. Niles, the butler listened as he prepared dinner.

"England? Grandma Yetta was supposed to stay with you next week, remember?"

"Oh, yeah." 'How am I going to get out of this one?' She thought.

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"Oh Mr. Sheffield?" Fran asked, rushing into Mr. Sheffield's office, wearing one of her newest and shortest skirts. She sat on the edge of his desk. Miss Babcock lounged on her green-leather chaise as she went through some papers. Niles stood nearby, making coffee for the lot of them.

"And what can I do for you today Miss Fine?"

"Well, it's funny you see. You know how we're going to England next week?"

"Yes, Miss Fine, is there a problem?"

"Well actually, I was supposed to stay with Yetta the whole week and I forgot. But you'll still need someone to take care of the kids." Maxwell gave her an irritated glare.

"Oh, just bring her. She can come with us."

"Oh thank you Mr. Sheffield, thank you!" She said as she hugged him.

"My pleasure, she can sleep in Ms. Babcock's room." C.C.'s mouth dropped open. Niles was about to make some type of witty remark but thankfully for her, C.C. was able to stop him before he did so.

Now Fran was happy. She skipped out of the room and went to find the kids. That day she took them shopping for the trip, called her Mother to tell her everything, and went to Yetta's nursing home to tell her that she was going to England. But, Fran seriously wondered how long she would be able to retain that information. Yetta was Fran's grandmother; she was in her eighties and was very senile. Have a serious conversation with the woman one minute, and five minutes later she'll have absolutely no idea who you are.

"So Dad, where are we staying?" Maggie asked. The whole family was in the car on the way to the airport.

"We're going to London, baby!" Brighton said.

"Shut-up stop saying that, it's getting annoying! Plus it's not like you came up with that your self, you heard it on 'Friends.'"

"London Baby!" Brighton whispered under his breath. His sister heard it anyway, she rolled her eyes.

"Well," Max began, ignoring his son's comment and his children's quarrel. "We were going to stay in a hotel, but my cousin wouldn't hear of it. His place however isn't big enough for all of us. So Brighton, Niles and I are staying with him. Maggie, you C.C. and Yetta will stay at the Mayfair hotel, and Miss Fine, you and Grace will stay with some friends of his."

"Oh, great thank you Mr. Sheffield." 'Oh all the rotten luck!' She thought.

Several hours later they landed at the airport in London. Miss Fine had nearly been kicked off the plane for annoying everyone who could hear her speak, which met literally everyone. People looked at her like they wanted to slap her, but they refrained. Max was relived when he saw his cousin.

"Max, it's been a long time!" His cousin said, giving him a warm, awkward hug.

'So, if he's gay, then who's the woman standing next to him?' Maggie wondered.

"This is my cousin Alistair." Max said.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all. Your Miss Fine I presume." He said, kissing Fran's hand. "You must be no older than eighteen."

"Oh stop!" She said playfully. "I'm seventeen actually." Niles laughed at this.

"And this is my girlfriend, Judy." He said introducing the woman he'd brought with him. She gave him a 'yeah right' look smiled at the others.

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"This is where you'll be staying, I hope you don't mind sharing close quarters." Judy said as she showed Fran and Grace to their room.

"Of course not." Fran told her. "So, what do you do for fun around here?"

"Not much I'm afraid. I'm really busy with work. But of course, I have lived in London all my life; there are so many things to see. I suppose that being a local occludes my vision quite a bit. Let me think, there's of course Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, Parliament, that's all I can think of off the top of my head. Oh, and who can forget the pastime of any woman in her right mind, shopping!"

"Shopping!?" Fran asked excitedly?

"Yes," Judy laughed, "shopping."

"Now Fran, I told you that shopping is a obsessive compulsive habit." Gracie began.

"Whatever honey."

"Would you like to come with me, I was going to do some shopping today? Plus, it would be nice to get something new for dinner tonight, Alistair is probably whisking us off to Paris."

"Sure, we'd love to!" Fran agreed. Gracie rolled her eyes, sighed and decided that it was senseless for her to try and reason with Fran about her shopping habits any longer.

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"So, have you been to London before?" Judy asked as they walked. Gracie and Fran were shocked to find that many people in London just walked everywhere.

"Just a few months ago, but we had to rush back."

"Why?"

"Our butler, Niles had a heart attack."

"Oh, how dreadful!"

"Yeah, but he snapped right back!
"I'll say, he looks rather well for a man who suffered a heart attack only a matter of months ago."

"He sure does."

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"Look Fran, isn't this so cool?!"

"Gracie, sweetie, this is a tube top. Honey your only twelve years old, you've got no use for one of these. But me on the other hand, let me see that. No, no that would be inappropriate, go put that back." Fran laughed as she handed the shirt back to Grace and continued to look at sweaters. "Oy vey. If only that's girl's father had seen that. It would have been the end of the world as we know it!" Judy laughed. "Had my father seen that he wouldn't have cared. Actually, when I think about it, he might not have ever noticed. What about your father, what would he say about you wearing a shirt like that as a young girl?"

Judy thought for a moment. She looked rather surprised by the question. She finally spoke.

"I don't remember my father."