Disclaimer: "The Nanny" and all characters are owned by Fran Drescher, Sony Pictures, Tri-Star Columbia Pictures, High School Sweethearts, Sternim and Fraiser, Inc., etc.... This is for fun only, no infringements are meant.

To all Nanny Fans: This story takes place after my last one, "What If She Said It First?" Its kinda like a part 2, how their life is going after that story. Let me know what you think of it.

Fran's Plan

Will it work or fail?

by

Caryn
(drescher_fine@yahoo.com)

Max’s office after breakfast....

He’s been so busy lately on his new play and everything that could go wrong with it does, but despite all, a huge smile spreads across his face, as Maxwell Sheffield sits behind his desk in his office, allowing his thoughts to once again drift to the one person who can make him this happy.

It seems these days, every thought that is consuming him, which makes concentrating impossible, is about her. About Fran Fine, "Well, soon-to-be Fran Sheffield." He states out loud, pride filling his heart.

Up until a month ago, he dared not to think of Fran in any way, he knew his desire for her was too strong, and feared of not being able to control it. But they finally admitted to their feelings and he committed.

‘Oh, what did I do to deserve her? I can’t believe she waited for me, especially as much as I hurt her." Max scowls as he thinks of what could have happened.

Calming himself down, he lets his thoughts about Fran resume, and soon starts blushing. He’s been neglecting Fran lately and he misses her terribly. He’s see her around the house, but intimately he really misses her.

He’s wishing she was sitting on his desk in her usual spot in her most provocative way she has. He envisions her in one of her very short skirts, ‘How I have wanted to put my hand on her leg.’ [beat] ‘Wait, I can put my hand on her leg if I want to. It’s my territory.’ He laughs at his own thought, ‘Oh, Fran would slap me if she heard me say that.’

As if on Que, Fran enters.

"I’ve missed ya, Honey!" She walks over and jumps on his desk in her usual manner, conveniently wearing a tight black turtleneck that accentuates her chest and a very short multi-print skirt that barely covers her fanny.

Max softly laughs as she seductively crosses her legs. She loves driving him wild, gets her what she wants from him. No reason it shouldn’t still work on him, even if they were engaged now.

Max placing his hand on her thigh, gets up slowly. Sliding his hand higher as he closes in on her, kissing her passionately.

"Wow!" Fran barely gets out between kisses. "I guess ya miss me too!"

"Fran, I do miss you. I know we just had breakfast, but I’m still hungry." Max asserts his point by nibbling on her ear lobes as he makes his way towards her neck. "And not for food!"

"Max, it’s only been three hours since we....." Fran’s voice trails off as Max finds the certain areas on her body he can manipulate, that in seconds can arouse her to the point of ultimate seduction.

"Yes, Darling, I know but its three hours too long."

"My wild man...." Fran moans as Max continues his torture to her body.

He pulls Fran up and into his arms. Her hands run through his black hair, as his run down her sides to her hips. Passion building every second as their kisses deepen and lengthen.

Her hands travel down his back and end up wandering up and down his very fine tush. He slips his hands around her back and unzips her skirt.

As her skirt falls, she starts to unbuckle his pants. She accomplishes that in record time. Max pulls Fran’s turtleneck over her head as she gets the last button of his shirt undone.

Picking her up and carrying her to the couch on the other side of his office, he starts making love to her. Hands roaming familiar areas as the two of them begin to please each other over and over. Moans and gasps of pleasure filling Max’s office as he places Fran’s needs before his own as she does the same with his. Passion inebriating them both, escalating the experience of pure ecstasy.

Niles is passing by Mr. Sheffield’s office as moans are heard coming from within, quietly at first, but soon become louder. A smile tugs at the sides of his mouth knowing what is happening on that other side of the door.

An hour and half later, Max and Fran are trying to find their clothes, which at the moment are thrown everywhere. Max looks under the desk and pulls Fran’s bra out of one of the drawers.

"Fran I believe this is yours." Max gently places in back on her and starts to kiss her neck again.

"Maxwell Sheffield, have I told you that ‘I love you’?" Fran turns to face him and kisses him very passionately.

"And I love you." Max smiles at her and marvels at how the two of them have grown in the last few weeks.

"Honey, to think that I came in only to tell you something. Maybe I need to come in more often, huh?"

"Mmmm....." Max is obviously concentrating on her half naked body, than on her voice, so Fran playfully smacks his arm.

"Max, pay attention to me. Do you realize what Friday is? It’s our...."

"Our one month anniversary of our I love you’s, our engagement and the first, second, third, fourth, fifth....."

"Well who could keep track of how many times we made love that night! And, WOW, I never thought you could be soo talented, and every time still gets better!" Fran states almost shyly.

"Thank you!" Max pulls her into his arms, "what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, the kids have a four-day weekend coming up and they want to go on vacation. They thought it would be fun to go on a family only vacation, just the five of us and we could make an anniversary out of it too." Fran’s big brown eyes look directly at Max’s and he knows he can’t refuse her anything.

"Where do they want to go?"

"Actually they left that up to us, anywhere we want to go is fine with them, and as long as I’m with you anywhere is soo fine with me too."

"Let’s go to New England, then." Max suggests but Fran’s face turns into confusion.

"Oy, there’s a New England, what happened to the old one?"

"No, Sweetheart, oh never mind, lets go to Cape Cod, Massachusetts. I haven’t been there in a long time and I don’t believe you have been there and I know the children haven’t either." Max stares at his fiancee excitedly as a huge smile spreads across Fran’s face.

"Oh, honey, that sounds great!! We’ll go sailing again, and enjoy the relaxing atmosphere of the culture up there. Maybe a little family fun between ol’ Ma and Pa, here, huh?" Fran winks at Max with that certain way she has.

"Darling, we’ll do what ever it is you want to do, as long as our family is together."

Fran looks admiringly at the man who is standing in front of her. The man she loves so deeply. She smiles at Max’s use of ‘our’ family. A few weeks ago, he would have made the point it was his family, but not now. Now they were together and they were one big family.

"Thanks, Honey-ya know how wonderful ya are? Maybe you will be able to relax and take your mind of your new play." Fran hugs Max tightly.

"Speaking of plays, I better get back to that or we won’t be going anywhere." Max walks to his desk and sits down.

Fran pulls a face at him and sighs. ‘This is gonna be harder than I thought.’ She quickly thinks of a plan. ‘Yah, this should work, it always does.’

"Fine, I’ll go talk to the kids. Oh, and Max, I love ya!" She smiles sweetly at him as she simply states that certain fact that was once so hard for both of them.

Max looks up at her and sees a slight hurt look in her eyes about his last statement. He knows work should never come before her or their family, sometimes he couldn’t help it, but her look makes him realize that she is so precious to him to deny her anything.

"Don’t worry, Sweetheart, we’ll go, I promise. I love you too!"

"I just want you to relax and have fun like we just did." Fran smiles mischievously at Max, "besides, CC and you have been at each other’s throats over this play, maybe getting away from it all, will do you both some good." She walks back over to him and sits on his lap.

Fran gives Max a sweet kiss and a quick squeeze. She starts to get up and he grabs her by her waist.

"How did you become so smart?" He gives her another kiss and then she turns to go.

"TV Land!" She jokingly tosses over her shoulder.

In the livingroom....

‘Oy, now to convince the kids. I got Max to say yes, these three should be easier.’ Fran smiles at herself.

She hasn’t seen her family a lot lately....Maggie’s always with her friends or on a date. Brighton’s either on his computer chatting or he’s trying to get a date. Gracie’s always studying, and Max, well, even if they were engaged, he has been spending more time with that damn play than with her.

‘It’s not like I’m asking a lot from any of them–just a little of their time and affection. Max and I aren’t even married yet and nobody has time for anybody. It’s only going to get worse as time goes by.’ Fran sadly thinks.

‘Start with the weakest link.’ She plans as the front door opens revealing none other then Brighton.

"B, honey, how are ya!" Fran walks over to hug Brighton.

"Hi, Fran. I’m okay, just a little upset." Brighton starts, "You remember Andrea, right? The one in my Chemistry class?" Fran shakes her head in acknowledgment. "Well, she told me to ‘drop dead.’ That’s not a good start is it?"

"Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry. Well, this might cheer you up. Ya know your four day weekend coming up? Well, how would you like to go somewhere, where the girls don’t know you and where you would have a better chance at impressing them?" Fran smiles at him. ‘This is gonna be easy!’ Fran thinks smugly.

"Really, where? Who cares, count me in!" Brighton’s moods suddenly changes.

"How does Cape Cod sound?" Fran smiles at him, hoping he’ll like the idea.

"Great!! Girls like guys from New York up there. This will be so much fun. Thanks, Fran, you’re great!! How are you going to get Dad to say yes?" Brighton suddenly looks a little disappointed.

"Mission already accomplished!!" Fran winks at him.

"Fran, I don’t know how you do it, oh, wait it’s because you look better in a halter top then the rest of us do." Brighton laughs at his own joke.

Fran playfully slaps Brighton’s arm.

"For your information, young man, your father wants to take this vacation with his family. Okay, okay," Fran says at Brighton’s ‘ya right’ look he’s giving her. "So what if he has things to do besides going on vacation , but after much convincing, he’s all for it. If he asks you, it was all your and your sisters’ idea, got it?!" Fran rushes the last statement through.

"Oh, I see, someone lied to Dad." Brighton plays along, smelling victory over Fran.

"B, I didn’t lie–I just sorta stretched the truth a little. No damage was done." Fran laughs and pushs Brighton upstairs.

"Okay, okay, got it!" Brighton heads up the stairs to his room.

Fran sighs, ‘One down, two to go....’

In the kitchen, about an hour later....

Niles states matter-of-factly to Fran, "Well, it’s about time someone gets him off his duff to do something other than rack his brain over that play–not that I should complain, he’s been making Miss Babcock miserable." Fran had told Niles her plan to get Max and the kids together. "Besides, you two need to spend more time together with the kids. You all need to bond and I need to bond with that empty Jacuuzzi and relax with no ‘Niles, do this, Niles do that...." Niles laughs full heartedly.

"Niles, you are bad." Fran laughs just as hard as Niles.

"Not as bad as you and Mr. Sheffield this morning..." Niles face flashes red as he says that to Fran and looks up at her with an awkward grin.

"Niles!!" Fan couldn’t believe he knew, well actually she could he was the biggest yenta this side of Manhattan. She just smiles at her friend.

Just then the front door slams, so Fran gets up from the kitchen table to go see what’s happening.

Niles just watches her exit the kitchen and smiles as he thinks of his boss and his best friend finally together. His smiles gets bigger as he envisions Fran’s plan, she can be very persuasive when she wants something.

"Maggie, what’s wrong?" Fran asks her as she sees Maggie’s face all red and swollen.

"Nothing Fran, nothing. I’ll be upstairs in my room." Maggie barely looks at Fran and heads upstairs.

"Margaret Sheffield, come back down here and tell me what’s wrong!" Fran yells at her.

Maggie turns around suddenly and runs back down into the awaiting arms of Fran and begins to cry again.

"Oh, Fran... [sob] Seth told me he didn’t think I was good enough for him [sob] and dumped me for Suzanne. He said I didn’t understand him. I hate him, Fran!!" Maggie says as she weeps in Fran’s arms.

"Oh, baby. It’s okay. He’s just a big jerk and don’t you let anyone tell you that you’re not good enough. The truth is you’re better then him and he just couldn’t cope with the fact that you’re a gorgeous and smart woman who won’t put up with his mishigaus." Fran strokes her hair as Maggie looks up at her.

"Fran, you are the greatest. I’m so glad you’re here! You always know what to say. I love you!"

"And I love you, Honey!"

"Now I’m back at no social life like Brighton." Maggie’s face falls a little.

‘Oy, this is too easy. These kids are just begging to go somewhere.’ Fran’s face brightens in a huge smile.

"Well, sweetheart, how would you like to go to Cape Cod this weekend. You can relax and well, I suppose there may be some cute college guys there to watch and talk to. Then ya can come back and rub in Seth’s face how much fun ya had." Fran hugs Maggie as they start towards the stairs. "Just the five of us will be going. What do you say?"

"Cool. I can’t wait to make Seth suffer. I gotta call Bethany to tell her. Thanks, Fran!" Maggie runs the rest of the stairs to her room in a much better mood.

Fran just smiles as she watches Maggie and turns to go back down the stairs to wait for Gracie. Fran reaches the couch to sit when Gracie comes in.

"Hi, honey! How was your session?" Fran asks her as she goes over to hug her.

"Oh, Fran it was good. I’m glad I don’t have to see Dr. Bort that much anymore. She says it can be cut down again to only once every two weeks!" Gracie hugs Fran tight.

"That’s wonderful, sweetie! We’ll celebrate when we get to Cape Cod this weekend. That’s where your father is taking us!" Fran announces excitedly as she fixes Gracie’s hair band.

" So Dad is planning to leave his office? Fran, are you sure we’re going to go, you know how busy he has been lately." Gracie looks a little disappointed.

"He promised me we will be going, and I believe him. So, you better plan on it, okay." Fran looks at her youngest with a little sadness, everyone has known how busy Max has been, but Fran’s determined to break him of that habit.

"Okay, I can’t wait. This will be fun. Thanks Fran, you are soo wonderful. I love you."

"I love you too, Angel." Gracie hugs Fran and runs upstairs to talk to Maggie and Brighton about the trip.

‘Well, that’s it-four down. I got all of them to say yes. Now all I’ll have to do is make them enjoy time together. That’s the biggest test, if I’m gonna be their mother and Max’s wife, they are gonna give me a little of their attention!’ Fran walks back to Max’s office to tell him the good news.

Max’s office....

"CC, what are you thinking!" Max is fuming at CC as he paces back and forth. "How could you tell the backers we would meet them this weekend? I have plans with Fran and the children and for heaven’s sake it’s a holiday."

"Maxwell, who cares about family plans, when five backers are ready to shove a million each down your throat. Nanny Fine will just have to understand that this is more important." CC snaps back at Max. She could care less about Max’s plans with Fran, in fact it make her sick to her stomach to fathom anything between them, especially their engagement.

"CC you are going to have to do this yourself. I already made a promise and I can’t go back on it. Fran is expecting this and really I want to go too..."

"But, Maxwell, they won’t deal with me, they said you or nothing!" CC didn’t care that she is lying. She doesn’t want Maxwell to go anywhere with that tramp and since they aren’t married yet, she still has one more chance. "It’s not like we are doing well with this one as it is. We can’t afford to have another flop, Maxwell."

Max thinks about it and he knows CC is right. They couldn’t afford to do bad on this one and with more money coming it, would make production easier, he is just about to tell CC that she’s right, but then Fran comes barging in with a huge smile on her face and he just couldn’t break her heart.

"Max, the kids are so excited about going. I talked them into, uhm... I mean they talked me into it." She looks at Max with that grin of hers, but he just sits there mesmerized by her excitement, he didn’t notice her little goof.

Fran walks over and sits on his lap and gives him a very sweet kiss.

"Ugh.. Don’t you two ever stop?" CC looks in disgust at the display before her. "Nanny Fine, would you please leave, Maxwell and I were in a very important meeting."

"Oh, sorry, Miss Babcock. I just came in to tell Max that all is set for this weekend and I wanted to thank him properly, but I guess that will have to wait ‘til later, huh, Honey!" She winks at him and gets off his lap to straighten her skirt.

‘There won’t be a weekend, if it’s up to me.’ CC mumbles under her breathe.

"What was that? I didn’t hear ya?" Fran inquires as she looks at CC.

"I said that there may not be a week......"

"What CC is trying to say we need to get back to work so we can all enjoy this weekend." Fran looks at Max suspiciously, but he distracts her by giving her a long deep kiss.

"WOW....I guess that will do for the road or at least until later!" Fran winks again at Max as she leaves his office not really convinced but she shrugs it off.

As the door shuts, Max turns back to CC and yells, "Don’t tell Fran that this weekend is not going to happen. Look this is what I’ll do, if these backers really want me, then tell them that a phone call from the Cape is going to have to do. I will not break my promise to Fran. I will however, do what I can do from there to help you. I just won’t tell Fran that I have to do business." The last sentence is directed more to himself than to CC, who at the moment is seething.

As everyone piles into the limo to head to the airport, Fran puts her hand in Max’s and cuddles up to him.

"Thank you!" She whispers in his ear.

Max looks at her and puts his arm around her, bringing her body closer to his, thinking guiltily to himself , ‘Oh, Fran, just a little business call. Just this one thing to take care of and then I can relax.’

As if reading his mind, Fran looks at him and says jokingly to him (of course not realizing how right she is) "Now, Sweetie, no business this weekend, right?"

"Fran, why would you think that?" Max panics but quickly recovers himself. "Of course not, this is our family weekend, right children?"

"Yeah, this is going to be great!" Brighton agrees with Max.

"No worries is my motto. Just fun, fun, fun!!" Gracie adds in.

"Thanks Fran and Dad, this is exactly what I needed!" Maggie jumps in and smiles broadly at Fran.

Fran looks at everyone and feels all the love she has for her kids and especially for Max. She squeezes his hand. "Okay, that’s exactly what I planned, um, I mean, yeah, we’ll all have fun." She quickly finishes her statement and looks innocently at everyone.

Max sees the excitement Fran has for this whole trip. He starts to feel guilty that he isn’t as excited as Fran is, but seeing her smile grow bigger and bigger, he soon starts to soak up her energy and gets into the spirit of everything and stops thinking about his play, well at least for a little while.....

On the plane....

Maxwell grabs Fran’s hand and squeezes it a little as he looks over at her in the next seat. The plane is about to land in Massachusetts and the Sheffield’s are as ready as they can for this adventure Fran has planned.

"Darling, I’m glad we’re doing this. I want to hold you in my arms looking out over the sea and show you just how much I love you!" Affectionately Max leans over and kisses Fran thoroughly.

"Oh, Max." [beat] "Promise?" Fran looks at him with those big eyes and bats her eyelashes at him.

"I promise, nothing but, what was it that Grace said in the limo? Oh, ‘Nothing but fun, fun, fun!!" He winks at her and smiles.

"I love you so much, Honey!" Fran settles against him as the overhead speakers announce that descending has begun.

"Are we there yet?" Three voices chimed in together looking at their parents with laughter erupting from Maggie, Brighton and Gracie.

"Hey, you three, we heard that!" Fran turns to look at them and playfully hits Brighton in the head.

Just then the plane glides on the runway, awaiting the exit of its passengers. Max and Fran slowly stand up to gather their carry-ons from the overhead compartment. Fran bumps against Max, accidently at first, but then she pushes up harder against him and kisses him passionately.

"Oops, sorry, Max. I didn’t see ya there." Fran playfully teases him.

"That’s okay–I’ll return the favor later." He whispers in Fran’s ear as he grabs her by the waist and pushes her towards the exit.

Twenty minutes later, they’re on their way to Cape Cod and to the beginning of the end or is it?

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