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P.S. - I don't own the copy write to Eeyore either, it's just my favorite character.

Beloved Nanny

by

Eeyore
(majorwingnut@yahoo.com)

"Thanks Niles for coming and picking us up," Maggie said as they were entering the door of the mansion. "Where were you guys anyways? I had been trying to get a hold of someone for two hours before you picked up."

"We were down in the basement and I didn’t have the phone with me. Sorry."

"That’s okay," Maggie said.

"So where are Dad and Fran at?" Grace asked

"I don’t know," Niles mumbled.

"I hope they weren’t at the mall. It’s all over the news that the mall came off its foundation and many people were killed or critically injured," Brighton said.

Niles and C.C. just stared at one another. They didn’t want to even explain the series of events that had led to Miss Fine going to the mall in the first place.

Maxwell Sheffield couldn’t believe what he had just heard. There was still a chance that she could be alive. What a miracle that could be. How could God shine upon him after the way he treated Miss Fine. After all, it was his responsibility to get the costumes together, not her’s. After all she never had lied to him when it came down to business. She couldn’t, she was too honest. God must see that Max really needed Fran or why else would he keep her from being killed.

"Excuse me," the receptionist said, breaking Max out of his thought, "There was a young lady that was brought in here without any identification on her. I will page the attending physician in order for you to see if you known this person or not."

"Thank you," Max said. He found a chair in a corner and started absentmindingly flipping through an old Sports Illustrated magazine.

In the kitchen, away from the children, Niles frantically dialed Max’s cell phone. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a signal on Max’s phone and an annoying voice on the other end told him to try his call later. Tears formed in Niles and C.C. eyes as he told her he couldn’t get through to either of them.

"Are you going to tell the children?" C.C. asked.

"No, not unless the kids force it out of me. We haven’t heard anything back from Max yet. Maybe Fran was the lucky ones," Niles stated.

"Then again, he may be in shocked that she was killed and can’t bear to tell anyone what happen," C.C. said somberly.

Max began to think. Why would someone tell him that Fran was dead, only to find out that her name was not on the list of those that was killed? Maybe it was a case of mistaken identity. Maybe somebody grabbed her purse, thinking it was someone else’s.

A young man who looked not to be much older than Maggie was talking to the receptionist at the hospital. Max noticed him and the receptionist talking and her pointing her finger towards him. Maxwell thought he looked extremely young to be a doctor. Heck, he thought he should have still been in high school.

The gentleman walk towards him, "Excuse me sir, are you the gentleman that might be able to i.d. our Jane Doe?"

"Yes," Maxwell stated putting out his right hand, "I’m Maxwell Sheffield."

Shaking hands, "I’m Doctor Jamison. The only thing that I have right now is a picture because we had to rush her into surgery. Before I can give you any more information, I need to make sure that you know this person due to confidentially of patients and their conditions."

"Yes, of course doctor."

Maxwell followed Dr. Jamison down a long hall, which to Maxwell seemed to last forever, in order to get to a room where families can go in order to talk to doctors privately about their love ones.

"I’ll be back in a moment," the doctor said and left.

Maxwell was becoming impatient. He wanted to know if there was a slight remote possibility that she could still be alive. It was driving him up the walls with all this waiting and trying to be patient. He started to look around the room to see if there was anything to read, something to do in order to keep his mind occupied until the doctor returned.

A very long five minutes later, Doctor Jamison returned. "Sorry it took so long, a doctor wanted to confer with me regarding a patient he was handling."

"I completely understand," Maxwell said, knowing that if he didn’t see that picture soon he was going to go completely mad.

"Are you ready for this? Please take a seat," Dr. Jamison requested.

They sat down. Maxwell suddenly felt very faint. His hands began to sweat because if this was her, then his problems would be resolved. If this wasn’t her, he didn’t know exactly where to turn.

The doctor placed the picture in front of him, but had turned it upside down, so that when Max was ready, could turn it to see who it was. Suddenly, Maxwell became shy. He didn’t want this moment to end. Granted he didn’t know if it was her or not, but what if it wasn’t? What if this was a lady who was blond, six feet tall and from California. He wished this moment could last forever in a way.

He was interrupted from his thoughts when Dr. Jamison said, "Anytime you’re ready, you can turn the picture over."

Maxwell took a deep breath in and held it. He turned the picture over.

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