Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.

I was watching the wedding episode and started thinking, did Sara really sent Fran to them? Well I think she did. Here's my take on the Pilot: I've written fanfiction before, but never on "The Nanny". I became the fan of the show about a year ago. I've read a lot of fanfiction, but never had a good idea for the Nanny. After watching the Wedding, this is my perfect idea.

Why Do You Think I Sent Her to You?

by

Jamie McFly
(back2thechaos@hotmail.com)

"No, no! I need a nanny by tomorrow night!" Maxwell Sheffield hollered over the phone. Frustration was building up inside of him. "Excuse me, your supposed to be one of the most efficient agencies in New York, and your telling me you can't get me a nanny until next week? I've have a very important dinner at my house tomorrow, I need a nanny!" He waited on the phone while the agency made more excuses for not having the proper service. "What holidays? It's bloody September!" Maxwell was frustrated enough. After waiting "No I am not going to pay 75dollars an hour! Hello?" Max hung up the phone and turned toward his butler Niles who had just walked into the room.

Niles could see how mad Maxwell was. "Is something the matter Sir?" Niles asked.

Maxwell walked over and sat down on the couch. "That was the nanny agency. Apparently they can't get me a nanny until next week.. I've got a business dinner tomorrow night! What am I going to with the children?"

"I'm sorry, Sir." Niles said.

"And to make it worse, I just got a call and they want to have it here!" Maxwell said throwing his hands in the air. "Well, old man, looks like you've got a big job ahead of you tomorrow."

"Oh, wonderful." Niles said sarcastically.

"You no, it was this never this hard. When Sarah........" He stopped, thinking to himself.

"It's ok, Sir." Niles comforted.

"You know, it's her birthday next week." Maxwell said, standing up and walking around. "It's just so hard lately. Margaret's growing up; she really needs a mother figure in her life. Brighten," He laughed. "Brighten just needs someone to understand him, and Grace. Oh, she needs a mother. She's so young, and in therapy. Poor girl. When Sarah was here things were so different, the kids were happy and so full of life."

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Fran Fine, a stylish, nasale-voiced girl from Queens stormed out of the old familiar bridal shop. She was on the verge of tears. She had worked there for three years. She thought Danny had loved her!

She turned around and said, "You can't fire me Danny! I quit!" She slammed the door hard. After thinking she tossed open the door again. "Wait, you fired me! That way I can collect unemployment!"

Fran left that bridal shop never wanting to return again. How could he betray he, Fran Fine the love of his life for Heather Biblow? The girl that Fran had hated since high school. And firing her? What was she supposed do for work?

Fran stood outside of the shop not knowing what to do. For three years Danny had dragged her along, saying that he loved her. Saying how one day they would be married, but it just wasn't the 'time'. She started walking home to her mother.

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~Six years earlier........

Maxwell sat on the couch of the waiting room. A tv buzzed quietly in the corner. Nurses scurried around outside of the white and sterile hospital. He held his face in his hands, trying hard not to cry. His young kids were home with the butler, Niles.

He had gotten ready to leave for work that morning when the phone rang. It was the hospital. Sarah had been doing better. After the chemotherapy and numerous surgeries, her cancer had gone in remission for a few months. But it had gotten worse than ever this past week. The doctor called to have Max come over right away, that Sarah was not doing well. He was angry when he was not allowed in her room when he first got there. He had to see his wife.

He had been in the waiting room for not even two minutes when he saw Sarah's doctor walking slowing through the halls to the room. Max stood up quickly and went over to the doctor.

"Doctor, please, how is my wife doing." Maxwell asked urgently, afraid of the answer.

There was a long pause. "Maxwell, I'm so sorry."

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Max sat in his office. He remembered when he had first moved his work into his house. It was right after Sarah past away. He decided he had to be home close to the children.

He sat, staring into a picture of Sara, remembering that tragic day almost six years ago. He was still upset about the nanny situation. If only Brighten hadn't faked suicide with the last one. The children had over 20 nannies in the last 6 years. They had never been the best nannies; the kids didn't exactly take to them either. He was upset that he even needed a nanny. When he thought about it, paying some one to take care of your own children? It seemed absurd. But he couldn't watch them all the time. He just wanted someone who would love the children, who the children would get along with.

"Oh, Sarah, if only you were still here." Max said staring deeply into the picture of his wife.

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"Ma! I'm really upset here. Don't you care that Danny dumped me?" Fran sat at home in her kitchen moping about the events of the past day. He mother was eating chocolate cake.

"Fran, I never liked that boy. He was out to no good. I'm glad he dumped you. What kind of a guy drags on a girl for three years and then go off with someone else?" Sylvia said liking her fork.

"Ma I really loved Danny!" Fran moped taking a piece of cake for herself.

"Sweety, you don't know what love is, especially if you think your in love with that bozo. Trust me, soon you'll meet someone else and forget all about Danny." Said Sylvia..

"Maybe your right ma, but how do I even meet a guy? I don't have a job anymore, heck I don't even have a life anymore!" Fran complained.

"Well, if you need a job, I saw an ad in the newspaper. For a cosmetics representative for Shades of the Orient Cosmetics." Her mother said grabbing the newspaper on the table.

"Ma! I'm not going to be some girl selling makeup on the streets of New York!"

Two hours later Fran was out on the streets. A pink, metal makeup case in her hand.. She stopped in a neighborhood in upstate Manhattan. She looked around. The houses were huge and luxurious. She took a deep breath and walked up to the first house on the street.

She knocked on the door and waited. It was opened quickly by a tall, expensively dressed man with thick blond hair. He had an impatient look on his face and stared at Fran, waiting for her to say something.

"Well, you could say hello." Fran started laughing, the man tapped his foot impatiently. "May I start by saying that you have the most loveliest house I have ever seen! My cousin Keesha had a nice house like this two but she made it out of toothpicks and chewing gum, you see she..."

The man interrupted. "Who are you?!" He asked rudely.

"Well you're sure in a bad mood, mister. I'm Fran Fine with the Shades of the Orient. I was wondering if you would be interested in trying out products for..." Fran began.

"Oh, another sales girl. I'm really not interested, really." He began to close the door. Fran stopped him.

"Oh come on, got a wife? Sister? This stuff makes a great..."

He opened up the door again, "You know it's really sad when poor girls like you have nothing better to do with there lives that to go door to trying rip people off with some silly product. Why don't you do me a favor and get off my property with your stupid make up." She slammed the door.

Fran stood in front of the shut door for a moment before heading back through the gates and onto the sidewalk. She starred at the next house. Large, beautiful, full of rich snobs. She started walking back but was stopped.

Fran turned around and saw a women standing by the gates of the next house. She had most beautiful blond hair Fran had ever seen. She looked like an angle with a smile on her face and her hair blowing slightly in the breeze. She spoke again.

"Wait, why aren't you going to this house." She asked smiling.

Fran walked over to her. "Oh, what's the use. Did you see what just happened?"

"Yes," The women said. "But all people are not like that."

"Oh, I don't care. I just want to go home. Look at me, I'm selling make-up on the streets." Fran said leaning against the gates next to the women.

"Because you were fired from your old job?" The women asked.

"Yes," said Fran. "How did you know." The women just smiled. "I worked at that bridal shop in Flushing. My boss, well fiancé, dumped me. After leading me on for three years!"

The women just laughed. "I'm sure you'll be ok. You'll meet another guy, very soon, I just know it. You have so much going for you, I can tell just by looking at you."

"Wow, thank you" Fran said very touched.

"Just, please one more house." The women said.

"Ok, I will." Fran said starring at the house. "Thank you, you made me feel better."

"You're welcome" said the woman, smiling.

Fran started walking up the sidewalk to the house and looked back. "By the way my name is Fran, Fran Fine." Fran said.

The women smiled. "My name is Sarah"

Fran started heading toward the door. Sarah stopped her again. "Do you have a cold? Your voice is so nasale."

"Uh....yeah." Fran said laughing, heading for the door again. She turned back, "I hope I'll see you again." But Sarah wasn't there anymore. She was nowhere in sight.

Fran knocked on the door, another man answered. "Hello, I'm Fran Fine,"

The man looked relieved. "Oh good you're here for the nanny position." He pulled her into the house. Fran though about what Sarah had said.

"No, but I could be" she said, looking around.

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~5 years later,

"Oh, Sarah, I really think that you'd like her.

"I do Max, why do you think I sent her to you?"

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