First I want to let you all know that I do not own any of the characters used in this story (except maybe Sara Keith). They belong to Fran Drescher, Peter Marc Jacobson, and I don't know who else. Please don't sue me for using these wonderful characters. Please don't pay any attention if my english is bad, because I'm just a 15 years old Nanny fan from Holland. This is the third part of a five-part series.  It started in Heaven for everyone and trouble Holiday, and is followed by Personal Things and Future Fantastic. Please read Heaven for everyone and Trouble holiday first, to understand who everybody is and where they stand. It may have not so many to do with the Nanny, but I felt I needed to write this story. Send any comments, tips or whatever to this address: sara_van_bussel@yahoo.com Enjoy!

Where Ever I Go, Trouble Keeps Following Me

by

Sara van Bussel
(sara_van_bussel@yahoo.com)

Sara was fully recovered. School had started again. The wedding had been on the last day of the holiday, and was beautiful. Niles and CC had moved into Roger Clinton's house, since he had moved to a little town in Arkansas, to avoid media attention. Niles was still the Sheffield butler, but he worked part time. Sara and Brighton were still a happy couple. Maggie had dumped Pete and was dating Dre. Maxwell wasn't too happy about this, because Dre was black, a DJ, and they went to parties every week. Fran on the other hand was perfectly ok with it, because Maggie and Dre were deeply in love. Gracie also secretly had her first boyfriend, Hank. He was very hansom. Every body in the house knew about it, except Maxwell, because he would flip out.
 
 

Sara became very popular at school. She was good looking, funny and very spontaneous. The only thing they couldn't understand was how she could date such a loser like Brighton. But every time they tried to put him down Sara defended him.

Sara had been invited to a party, but Brighton wasn't. They had said that if Sara and Brighton came together, or if Sara didn't come at all, she would be put out of the group. To which she had answered that she would rather have a thousand Brighton’s than one day in their group.

Brighton who had left right after the invitation, sat in his room. He loved Sara, but he started to think that he wasn't good enough for her. Maybe they should break up.

"B? Are you in here?" Sara opened the door.

"Where did you go? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. What makes you think that something's wrong?"

"I just know. Let's talk about it."

"I said nothings wrong. Please drop it."

"No. I know that something's wrong. Please talk about it. You know you can trust me."

"I think we should break up."

"What?" Sara had heard him right, but couldn't believe it.

"I said that we should break up. I don't love you anymore." Sara ran to her room and cried on her bed. Brighton did the same in his room.

Brighton hadn't wanted to this but it would be best for Sara. She didn't need a loser boyfriend. She had Brat running after her all day. He did still love her but it would be the best.

Sara didn't know why Brighton had broke up with her. Just this morning they were happy in love. Was he faking it all this time? She wasn't, and he didn't seem to. Why?

Fran went to Sara's room. Normally they would drink tea after school, but Sara had went straight to her room. She wondered what was wrong. She knocked.

"Go away." Fran had no intention of doing that. She had heard tears in her voice and wanted to know what was wrong.

"Sara, it's me, Fran." Sara stood and opened the door to let Fran in.

"Sara what's wrong?"

"B dumped me. He said he didn't love me anymore. But I don't understand. Was he faking it? And for how long? Maybe he is in love with someone else."

"B has dumped you. But you were so in love. What happened?"

"At school he went home without me, and when I asked him here what was wrong he said that he didn't love me anymore and that it was over."

"And that's it? No further explanation? How could he? I'm going to talk to him. You need to know why."

"Yes, well I guess you're right." Fran left Sara and went to Brighton's room.
 
"B? B? Open up, we need to talk. Come on B?" Brighton knew that Fran wouldn't give up and opened the door. Fran was surprised to see tears on his face.

"B? Why are you crying?"

"D and I broke up."

"Yeah I know. But you said that you didn't love her anymore."

"Yes well I do still love her. And I miss her already."

"But then why did you break up?"

"Because she won't get any friends when she's dating me. And I don't want to bring her down. I love her too much."

"What do you mean she won't get any friends?"

"Let's face it Fran, I'm a loser. And this group of friends she hangs out with, said that they would dump her if she didn't dump me."

"And what did she say?"

"I don't know. I went home. She wouldn't want to see me any way."

"Well she does. Because she loves you man. I can almost say as much as I love your father. And I think she would never dump you because her so called friends told her to. You are stupid to let her go. Go on and talk to her." Fran pushed him out of the door.
 
 

Brighton thought that Fran might be right. He knocked on Sara's door.

"Come in." Brighton opened the door, not knowing what to expect. He saw Sara's tears and immediately hugged her. They both cried in each other’s arms. Brighton broke the embrace and they sat on the bed.

"D, I'm so sorry. I do love you."

"But why did you brake us up then?"

"Remember when you were talking to Brat and his friends this afternoon. How they invited you, and only you to their party next week? I just thought that I was bringing you down. You deserve better than me."

"No I don't. You are the best. And I don't care what they said. I rather have a thousand you's than one Brat. I love you. Can we please get back together?"

"Sure if you want to."

"Yes I do, and don't let nobody tell you otherwise. Ik hou van je."

"What does that mean?"

"It's Dutch for I love you, but to me it's a lot more. In America you are so easy with saying I love you. You say it to your family and your friends. But Holland we only say it to the ones we really love. Like I love you."

"I love you too." They kissed very passionate. Fran, who was looking through the keyhole smiled.
 
 

Fran felt good about solving this problem so she went to see Max, to feel even better.

"Fran? There's something I need to talk about with you."

"What is it? You sound so serious."

"Well it is. Fran, what do you think about adopting Sara?"

"Oh Maxwell, it would be wonderful."

"Yes. I talked to my lawyer and John and they said that Sara would likely go back to her aunt if she went back to Holland. I don't want that. My lawyer says that we could sue her aunt for custody, and we would likely win. But we need to go to Holland. And Sara needs to be a witness and tell what they did to her. I wanted to ask her permission, but first I wanted to know what you think."

"I think it's ok. I'll get Sara." Fran went up stairs and took Sara to the office. She told Brighton to stay in his room.

"What is wrong? And why couldn't B be here?"

"Sara, Fran and I have an offer. I want you to seriously think about it and all the consequences it's going to have."

"Ok."

"Fran and I wanted to adopt you." Sara felt real happy. Secretly she had been afraid of going back to Holland.

"Oh wow, off course it's ok. I'd love to stay with you."

"Now Sara wait a minute. It isn't that simple. We have to sue your aunt for custody. We will win, but only if you testify against you aunt. This means you'll have to tell everything to the judge."

"Yes I know. But I will do it. I want you two to be my parents, and will everything it takes." Fran hugged Sara and cried a little.

"I'll call my lawyer and he'll arrange everything. This will mean that we'll have to go to Holland for the trial."

"Wow, I can show you were I've lived. Can I tell B?"

"Sure." Sara went upstairs and Maxwell and Fran hugged each other.

"Do you realize that we will have four children?" Maxwell said to Fran.

"Yes I do. And I'm sure you can handle them all."

"Off course. If I can handle you I can handle everything." This caused Fran to tickle Maxwell. It all ended in a passionate kiss.
 
 

Three weeks had passed. Brighton and Sara were still together. The whole family, including Niles and CC, had moved into a hotel in Amsterdam. Sara had decided they needed a day out so she took them on a trip.

She decided to take them to the Rijksmuseum, then a quick bite, then shopping and then a diner by her friends. She had arranged for some real Dutch food to be served. They had introduced her to their world, now she would do the same.

She had told them to be ready at ten. There was no way they could cover the entire museum in one day, so they had to pick her favorite paintings and hall's.

She showed them 'The Nightwatch' by Rembrandt and some paintings by Jan Steen. Maxwell was under the impression by Sara's knowledge of the Dutch art world. She explained that she used to spend a lot of her time in the museum. This was affirmed by the head guard. She was a real good tour operator because everybody, even Brighton and Gracie thought it was interesting. Then around one o'clock Gracie said she was hungry.

"Ok, let's go. I will show you how Dutch children eat lunch. It's real cheep and tastes delicious. It's also very unhealthy so every kid likes it. It's called eating out of the wall." The family looked strange but Sara took them to a little restaurant.

One wall was all these little doors. Sara got her wallet and put one guilder in the machine. She pulled open one door and took out something. It looked like a big sausage.

"This is called a 'Frikandel'. It's made of very many different kinds of meat. Here try it." She handed the frikandel to Brighton.

"Now here's a croquette. I don't think you can compare it to anything." She handed it to Maggie.

Brighton liked the frikandel and Maggie liked her croquette. Sara gave them all a guilder and they all got their snacks. Sara went inside and ordered eight cornets with fries and mayonnaise. They all ate their fries, and were surprised by the difference between Dutch and American fries.

"That was delicious Sara but I want to pay you back. How much did it cost?"

"All together, eight persons? 18 guilders or about ten dollar."

"Wow that is cheap. But still I want to pay you back."

"No no, this one's on me. Now we have to go shopping. We are going with the tram to the Kalverstraat. It's the most exclusive shopping center in Amsterdam, kinda like your fifth avenue. Then we are going to some cheap but very nice shops." The men looked at each other.

"You can go to Madame Tausoud if you want." Sara gave them direction and then they left. They were going to meet each other at Central Station at five o'clock.

The girls had a wonderful shopping spree, and the man had a blast at Madame Tausoud. They all met in front of Central Station and they took the bus to the home of Sara's friend Kim.

Kim's mother had made kale with smoke sausage. They al had fun and Kim and Sara tried to teach them some Dutch. After one night Kim and Sara had thaught them the basics to get around in Holland. You know, thank you, yes, no and ik kom uit Amerika. The last means I'm from Amerika. They first wanted to learn some silly stuff, but they couldn't think of anything funny. At ten they said their good-byes. The family went to the hotel. Brighton and Sara went some bars to meet some of Sara's friends.
 
 

Two days later, the day of the trial. Sara was very nervous. They had arranged for an interpreter to explain what was going on. They had two lawyers from Holland and their own from America. They had tried to talk Sara into pressing charges, but Sara wanted to get out of Holland as quickly as possible.
The verdict was one week later. As expected they won the case. The judge asked her again if she wanted to press charges, but she still said no.

Sara had one day alone in Holland. She wanted to say good bye to her friends.
 
 

The next day they went to England. They were going to visit some of the places Maxwell wanted them to see. Niles and CC had returned to America. The first day in England they went to Dover. That was the place were the ashes of her family lied. Brighton and Sara went, while the rest of the family staid in town.

Sara and Brighton walked along the cliff. Suddenly they stopped at a sign that said: 'In memoriam David Keith, Sofia Keith-Janssen, Jane Keith.' Sara placed some flowers near the sign.

"Sara? May I ask you why they are scattered here? Why not in Holland?"

"My father use to para-sail from these cliffs. He loved it. He actually put in his will that he wanted to be scattered here. My mother never left his side, although she was afraid of heights. I wanted them to be together in a way."

"I see." They stood and watched the sea for a moment.

"I miss them so much." Sara said and she cried on Brighton’s shoulder. Brighton started to think about his mother and soon tears fell from his eyes.

"Don't you ever leave me. I don't think I can live without you." Sara said and she looked in his eyes. He just pulled her back into the embrace and cried some more.

"I won't. I love you. I don't think I can stop saying that. I need you, I want you." They walked along the cliff. They watched the sunset. Just being with each other. No words needed to be spoken. Just the presence of the one you love was enough. When it was almost completely dark they went back to the hotel. They didn't talk to anybody but went straight to bed. They slept on one room but in separate beds.
Fran and Maxwell saw their faces when they had returned so they let them be.
 
 

In the middle of the night Sara woke up. She felt real alone, so she crawled into bed with Brighton. He briefly woke up and put his arm around her. Then they both went to sleep.
 
 

The next morning they both felt much better. The vacation turned into a real vacation where they all had a lot of fun.

The twenty-fifth of October had arrived. Sara's birthday. She would turn eighteen today. She had been taking drivers lessons ever since the school started and now owned her driver's license. Maxwell had planned the perfect gift. A beautiful red convertible.

Sara had almost forgotten it was her birthday. When she came down the room was decorated with birthday things. They all sang happy birthday, and gave her presents. She got a ring from Brighton, a book about Holland from Gracie, and a CD of Usher from Maggie.

"And now us. Max and I have two presents for you."

"Yes that's right. The first is this." Max handed Sara a letter.

"It's a letter which makes it official. You are now our daughter. Sara Keith Sheffield."

"Oh wow. This means a lot to me." She quickly read the letter.

"And the second gift?" Brighton asked.

"We'll have to go outside." The whole family went outside.

There stood the car. It was beautiful. And exactly what Sara wanted in a car.

"Wow. I..... I can't except this. It's way to expensive."

"No it isn't. You are our daughter, and you have the same rights as our other children. Maggie got a car at her eighteenth birthday, and so will you. Now get in and see how he feels." Sara got in and Brighton sat on the other side. They went for a drive.
 
 

When they got back home, Niles told Sara that Maxwell expected her in his office. She went to his office.

"Yes Maxwell?"

"Sara please close the door and sit down." She did so.

"Sara. To Fran and me you are now our daughter. This gives you same rights and duties our other children have. I think you know the house rules. Well you have to live by them too. But I wanted to talk to you about the rights you have."

"What do you mean? Just the right to be your daughter is enough for me."

"But not to me. I think you know about the kids' trust funds?"

"Yes I do."

"Well we are giving you one too. It's about one million dollar. You can access it in consultation with me and Fran until you are twenty five, after that you have free access. We also give you the chance to any other study after school. You can go to the university if you want to. I thought Fran told me that you wanted to go the university in Holland."

"Yes but, this is too much. This is just.... Are you serious?"

"Yes I am. To me and everybody else you are now my real daughter and that includes the education and the trustfund. Also, I find this hard to ask, but could you call me dad?"

"Off course. That's the least I can do. Thanks dad." Sara hugged Maxwell.
 
 

Sara went upstairs to Brighton.

"B, guess what happened."

"What? Why are you so happy?"

"Your father, our father told me that I'm his daughter, and that includes a trust fund and an education at an university."

"Wow. Congratulations. This is strange though."

"What do you mean?"

"I have a relationship with my stepsister."

"But to me it isn't. You aren't my stepbrother, but my lover."

"I guess you're right."

"Aren't I always? Come on let's go down stairs for some cake." They went downstairs and ate some birthday cake.

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