Hey! Since I'm me and I'm too lazy to thank people separately for their reviews, I'm just going to thank them here. THANK YOU. I know I say thanks a lot on the chapters and all, but that's cause I really am really really really thankful. xD

In order to stay in task with fanfiction, I now stay up til 4am writing drafts on paper. Be thankful! Bwahaha.

This chapter is a little drama twisty and if it doesn't work out the way you guys didn't want in the end, then I've decided I'd post Alternate Endings after this whole thing is done. You can request what ending you'd like to see and I'll write it up ;) Of course, it can't be something like "C.C. should actually be an alien and the real one is held hostage in space" or something like that cause that's just a no. xD

So yeah, enjoy.

I do not own anything of The Nanny.


Brighton waited anxiously as C.C.'s eyes hovered over the chessboard. He was hoping that she wouldn't see the mistake in moving the bishop but oh, she saw, and moved her knight straight into the King's spot.

"Checkmate," C.C. chimed.

"Aw, come on," Brighton whined.

Maggie peered her head out of her magazine. "Dude, she's been playing for just an hour and she's better than you."

"Well," Brighton defended. "She's only better, cause, well, cause––you know!" He stormed off in defeat.

Fran came down from the stairs soon enough to see C.C.'s victory. "Oh, C.C., you're getting so smart so quick!" Fran laughed as she came beside Maggie. "She's coming back fast, we're doomed!" She whispered in joke.

Maxwell stormed out o the halls, holding at his forehead.

"How's work, Mr. Sheffield?" Fran asked as she tried a match against C.C. at chess.

"Frustrating. I can't find a good investor."

"Ooh, try Mr. Drew Derrysteel; he's very unpopular but very generous," of all people, C.C. suggested as she moved her pawn forward.

All eyes came to her in a blank pause. C.C. noticed them only a few seconds after she make her move. "…What?"

"How on bloody earth do you know that?" Maxwell questioned as he walked next to Fran, all their eyes still glued to her.

C.C. sunk back from her knees to her tush. "I was looking through the list while Fran too me to look through your office, okay?" C.C. confessed. "You know a busy butler like you shouldn't be juggling two jobs."

Niles, who was dusting off at nothing nearby shook his head at her naiveté.

Maxwell shifted his eyes to Fran and put his hands to his hips. Fran looked up at him nervously. "Well at least we know she's not back?" She tried to save.

He decided to let it go for now and turned back to C.C., who was biting her nails in nervousness.

"Am I in trouble?" She asked meekly.

"No, no. In fact, how would you like to work with me?"

"As a butler?"

"No, on the other job."

Niles' ears burned as he turned around with a returning evil smirk. "But I'll gladly assist her in that job."

C.C.'s expression softened in relief. "Well, I am getting bored of playing chess all day. Checkmate."

"Every time!" Fran whined as she gave up playing.

"Well, then, you'll start tomorrow!" Maxwell said cheerfully and turned around to a victory dance.

"You were never excited to work with C.C. before," Fran muttered, suspicious to Maxwell.

"Yeah, but now I don't have to pay her."

--

"So, dear, how was working with Mr. Sheffield?" Niles asked as he sipped his drink in the green mug over the kitchen counter.

"Oh it was real easy. It's like I've done all of it before," C.C. responded cheerfully. "You know, Mr. Sheffield is sorta cute," C.C. giggled. Niles stared at her a little irritably.

"Dear you missed a spot over there."

"Oh, okay." C.C. pushed the mop forward and back over the spot on the kitchen tiles.

"Good job, good job." Niles sneered as he sipped out of his mop. Fooling C.C. to clean for him was probably the best thing he's done––besides the chicken thing and the pop eye thing. Those were unbeatable.

Fran came in through the dining room. "Hey Niles; C.C.," She paused with a puzzled expression as she looked at C.C. mopping the floors. "Oy, you were serious," she muttered as she hit Niles' arm and he snickered.

"That's enough now, darling, you can continue your training tomorrow," Niles dismissed.

"Alright, night daddy; Nanny Fine," C.C. said as she set the mop aside and kissed Niles' cheek goodnight and cheeked Fran.

"Goodnight, sweetie," Fran smiled. She waited until C.C. went up the back stairs and then faced Niles.

"I am ashamed of you and Mr. Sheffield! Taking advantage of her like this? … Meanwhile she does a fantastic job with nails," Fran said as she admired her bright red nails. "Look, she even painted in a flower."

Niles rolled his eyes and smirked at her hypocrisy and went over to the sink to wash his mug.

"Anywho," Fran continued. "I thought you were done picking on her like that."

"I'm afraid I can't keep away, Ms. Fine. It's like nicotine," he chimed.

"And I suppose now it's more addicting cause now she kisses you instead of knock you were the sun don't shine." Fran sneered. "Is she still afraid of the dark?"

"No."

"That's why!" Fran raised a finger and Niles shook his head with a smirk.

"Niles, you're just messing with Ms. Babcock all the time to relieve sexual tension. I was right with Gracie and her first little admirer and I know I'm right with you!"

"I'm not into that sort of thing, Ms. Fine," Niles joked. "Goodnight, Ms. Fine." Niles said as he retreated to his room.

"Don't you evade the conversation, Niles––oh he's in such denial."

--

Niles stopped by C.C.'s room out of new habit to check on her. He had to do so ever since she went crack-uhs. He opened her door slightly when he heard talking. He was alarmed for a moment until he realized C.C. was talking to Chester. Aww, how precious, he thought as he laughed to himself. He was about to tell her to go to sleep until he heard her speak.

"You know, Chester, I'm liking it here more and more each day. Mummy always said it would be a disaster to live with daddy, and that I'd grow up with no class."

Niles stood there, both touched and nosy.

"I don't really want to grow 'in class.' I'd be bitter and lonely and…bitter."

Chester barked softly as to which she responded, "Nah, I don't really know that."

Keep telling yourself that, Babs, Niles thought as he smirked.

Chester barked again quietly once more and C.C. pet him. "I'm much happier here, Chester. Mr. Sheffield and his children are wonderful, nothing like the brats mummy's neighbors would be. Nanny Fine is really sweet, and daddy is just the best daddy in the world. None of them would do anything to hurt me."

Niles paused, feeling touched and guilty. "None of them would do anything to hurt me" really caught him there. What's more, the family that she comes to love isn't really hers.

"Well, goodnight Chester. Sweet dreams."

Niles softly closed the door as C.C. covered herself and was sound asleep.

--

The day was busy and boring. Maxwell had C.C. finish her work early and rewarded her with doubled candy, and for a reason C.C. didn't understand, Niles canceled her cleaning training and said she didn't have to learn any of these things until she got married––at which he scoffed at to himself. The kids were at school and Fran was out with Val, so that left C.C. with nothing to do but tend to Chester.

Niles himself was exhausted and had to take a break for a drink in the living room. He didn't need to have C.C. cling onto his sleeve all the time; in fact she was maturing quite fast, so he didn't have much daddy duty today.

He slumped on the couch and relaxed his tensed muscles. It was a lonely silence that filled his atmosphere.

So, Niles. How was your day. Oh, it was lovely. What did you do? Work. Is that all? It's all there ever is. Work work work.

Work used to be all Niles ever did and ever needed to fill his day; oh how he remembered the days where the only person he'd interact with was Maxwell. Maxwell was never fun. Not even as a child. Then he remembered when C.C. came in. She leaked a vicious and menacing aura––and only one like Niles would dare to challenge it. That's how it all started. The bickering, the bantering, the tricks and pranks, the nonstop quarrels. Life got better, all because Niles got to have fun.

Now somehow he ended up being her daddy. In one's mind they'd question: how the hell did that happen?

Niles laughed at the strangeness of it al. He couldn't help to wonder about how it would all end. She seemed to be regaining fast. Hell, she regained the fact that she was crushing on Maxwell and regained her intelligence. Only in a matter of days, she'd remember how she actually hates Fran, how she doesn't really care for the children, and last of all how her daddy is not her daddy but probably her nemesis.

The thought of is sucked. It sometimes depressed Niles.

Fran arrived from the back door and came to the living room in alert and urgency. "Niles! Niles!"

"What is it, Ms. Fine?" Niles asked, startled by her panic.

"I jut saw Mr. Babcock coming this way!"

"What?!" Niles spat out the remains of his drink and stood up. "You mean her real daddy?!"

Fran nodded furiously in hysteria.

"Oh god, what are we to do––"

The door bell rang as both Fran and Niles immediately turned to the door.

"Um, um, well, surely it's not really him––I may be losing my vision, you never know," Fran tried to calm down desperately. It wasn't working. They walked over to the door and Niles opened it, and there was Mr. Stuart Babcock, as Fran was afraid she predicted.

"Oh heyy, Mr. Babcock," Fran greeted nervously, trying to hide her mental freak-out.

"Hello there, sir. What are you doing here––if I may ask?" Niles was sweating in nervousness.

Stuart stepped inside with his hands folded over his lap. "Her mother and I were informed about C.C.'s accident."

"Oh." Fran bit her lip and looked away.

"Sir, I'll have you know that you have nothing at all to worry about, we're taking much good care of your daughter. She's recovering remarkably fast."

"I'm sorry, Niles, but it's B.B.'s orders. I wish she'd trust you guys as I do. But she refuses to let her daughter in the hands of those who've had a history of taking advantage of her mental health."

There was a silence that could kill anyone who stood in it as shock overwhelmed Fran and Niles' hearts.

"Mr. Babcock, what exactly are you saying?" Fran asked in all seriousness that no one has ever seen before.

"I'm saying," Stuart sighed, seeing and feeling the pain they had. "I'm going to have to take C.C. away." Niles closed his eyes in grief.

C.C. came in holding Chester in her arms from the dining room as everyone turned to her.

"Hey… what's going on?" She asked with a half smile, obviously intimidated with the bad vibes that flew across the room. "Who's that?"

Niles turned away and looked at Stuart. "Your daddy."


Dun dun dun. The first real cliffhanger, lol. I'm pretty confident that chapters will come faster since I write by night, and type it out by day.

Reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated, suggestion and requests are welcomed.

Good day!

-Rei