Hey, peeps, Jess here. What it do? This is my first Fanfic ever, so FLAMES ARE VERY MUCH ACCEPTED, mmkay? I really hope you guys like the first chapter, even if there is no romance in there. Oh, it'll find a way in there, it always does. I don't own JESSIE or anything affiliated with it, Disney does. The only thing I own is the concept of this story and my OC Claire.

"Do I need to stay here?" whined the girl in the elevator.

Her acquaintance sighed, "Yes you do, Claire. It's either this or go to a foster home."

"But-!"

"No! No "buts", nothing. You are to stay with your guardian here in New York. It's a beautiful place; you're an even beautiful girl. Just give it a chance, okay?"

Claire sighed, "Fine." The elevator doors opened to a lavish foyer. The foyer led to the living area, where a fight was taking place.

"Well, it looks like we're in the wrong place, so let's bounce." Claire said.

"You are not going anywhere, young lady! This is your guardian's family, so you'll stay with them." The woman said.

A little boy stared at the two in the elevator, "Jessie! Someone is here to see you!"

He guided the two guests into the foyer, leading the adult into the kitchen. After a few minutes, he returned and stood beside her. The luggage was still in the elevator, nobody seemed to notice it.

"My apologies for my siblings' behaviour, they are in a dilemma at this moment." He said, "My name is Ravi. Ravi Ross."

"Well Ravi Ross, it's nice to meet you. I don't know if I'll be staying here for long, but it's good to know I have a friend like you."

"Why, thank you, Madame." All the commotion in the room stopped as Ravi's last word was uttered.

"Hey Ravi, who's the girl?" Asked the only other boy in the room.

"What's it to you, Freckles?" she retorted challengingly.

"Well, a pretty girl like you shouldn't be talking to him…"

"Excuse me, but he's a hell of a lot more of a man than you are." She interjected. The kitchen door swung open, revealing the Social Services worker and Jessie, the talented yet underpaid nanny.

"Claire, don't say that to your family." The SSW (AN: I'm sorry, I got lazy in writing Social Services Worker, so let's just use those three letters for the rest of the story!)said tightly.

"Jessie's my family, these people aren't," she stated flatly.

"Hey, 'cuz, haven't seen you in a long time. How's the Base doing?"

"It was okay, I guess. A little down when the Admiral and Sargent died. Then I had to leave, but at least I still have you as family."

"What about the General?"

"No thanks, he's been, uh, strung up after you left. When his only sibling died, he cracked." She stated solemnly, "Took ten men to get him under control. When Social Services came, he suggested taking me here to live with you. Didn't Eileen already explain this to you in the kitchen while I saw this brawl unfold?"

"She didn't tell me everything. But, yes, you're staying here with us, as a family."

"Family? What family?"

"This family." She pointed to the children and herself.

"The family that just fought on a sofa a few minutes ago?"

"It's the thought that counts, right? Well, I better be going, take care, Claire!"

"Wait, but-!"

"No buts!" the woman scurried to the elevator and threw the luggage into the room. As the doors closed, everyone turned to look at the girl. Her brown hair was loosely curled to perfection, her eyes the colour of the sky on a cloudy day. She was of average height, thin enough compared to other girls. The beanie that situated on her head covered half of her hair; her face was covered by her long bangs. No makeup was spotted on her face, nothing.

"Okay, you people can stop staring at me now; I'm not an exhibit at the Met."

"You should be, you're so pretty!" squealed the eldest daughter of the Ross clan.

"Um, thanks, I guess..?" replied Claire.

Jessie clapped, "Well then, how's about we get you situated to your new room?!"

"Okay…" they walked into the guest bedroom. "And now I know why Jessie wanted to come here. Nice room."

"It's bigger than mine! Why didn't you guys tell me that there was a bigger room?!" Jessie complained.

"Because it's our guest bedroom, not the nanny's bedroom." Emma said.

"Claire! Claire, can you come play with me and Emma later? You're invited to our tea party with Chubby the Bear and Millie the Mermaid!" Zuri exclaimed.

Claire gasped, "I'd just adore coming to your tea party! What an honor is this, going to a tea party at Queen Zuri's palace!"

"Great, it's at three o'clock sharp, and it's BYOB- Bring Your Own Boa."

"Got it, Majesty. Wouldn't miss it for the world." As the family dispersed, Emma stayed behind looking at the room.

"Need any help unpacking? I'd be happy to help in any way." The eldest Ross child stated.

"Thanks, actually, could you take these two bags and put them in the closet, if you don't mind." Claire asked.

"Sure."

As they unpacked Claire's belongings, the two girls made small-talk.

"So, what brought you here to the great New York?"

"Well, my parents died, and when I needed a guardian, Jessie's name was brought up and I agreed to her. Her father's not too fit on taking care of me right now, so... yeah."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear about that."

"It's all good; at least I have a family I can stay with."

"OMG, where did you get these shoes?!" Emma exclaimed. She held the shoes up to show.

"Oh, those? I bought them just for fun. They look good, don't they?" Claire replied. Indeed it was true; the shoes were four inches tall, pumps, to be exact. They were glittery all over, silver in colour.

"They are gorgeous!"

"They're yours." She stated simply.

"A-are you sure? I mean, they're your shoes, I wouldn't want to take them from you."

"I don't use them. What size are you?"

"Five. I'm a five."

"Just my size, too. Have 'em, I haven't used them, so they're brand new. I brought them because I thought that there might be an occasion to wear them for, but, nothing. They're too flashy for me anyways."

A gust of wind and a knocked down Claire later, squeals were heard throughout the penthouse.

"Jessie, look at these shoes! Aren't they to die for?!"

"What happened? WHO DIED?!"

"Nobody died, 'cuz, I just gave Emma a pair of shoes." Claire stated.

"Wow, I didn't know you brought shoes worthy enough for Emma."

"Well, let's just say that I had a few wardrobe changes since the last time you saw me." Claire said mysteriously.

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"No way, you're giving me your doll?" Zuri said surprised.

"Of course! I don't use it, and, as I can see from your bedroom door, you have a liking to them."

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Zuri squealed.

"It's no problem for the Queen of this fine kingdom." Claire bowed.

"Are you ready for my tea party?"

"Who wouldn't be? I heard that it's spectacular!"

"Then come in, come in!"

The room was the epitome of an eight year old girl's. With its lavish array of girly toys, any school girl would happily live here forever. Emma was situated at a little table at one corner of the room.

"Hey Claire! How do you like the party?"

"It's marvelous! I love her room! It's like heaven for eight year olds!" she whispered.

"Thank-you, Lady Claire." Zuri interjected.

"So, what are we talking about today?"

"Well, what are your interests?" Emma asked.

"Well, they're not as lavish as you think. I like drawing, skateboarding, taking pictures, reading, writing. The only slightly girly thing I like is probably clothes, but then again, doesn't everyone need clothes?"

"Well, since we're on the subject of everyone, did you see any guys that you take a liking to?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, do you like any boys?" Zuri encouraged.

"Well…" they leaned in to hear, "No. I haven't seen anyone that catches my eye. But, if I ever do, I'll come to you two first, deal?"

They nodded, "Deal."

As the minutes passed, the drinking of tea and conversation continued.

'Huh, these people are better than I thought they'd be.' Claire thought. 'I can get used to this, maybe I can adapt into their world.'

It is true; the Rosses adopted Claire into their world, now it's was time Claire did the same.

"Luke, where'd you put my shoes?! Those were a gift from Claire!"

"Then I guess she won't mind it that I throw them off of the terrace!"

"Don't you dare do that Luke Ross!"

'Eh, then again, I'd need some getting used to that for a change.' She thought.

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?! I'M TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP IN HERE!"

"THE LITTLE GIRL'S RIGHT, GUYS! JUST GIVE EMMA HER SHOES BACK!"

"Why don't we just continue this bicker in the morning, if you please? Mrs. Kipling is becoming very grouchy at this moment."

"Fine. Goodnight Zuri, goodnight Emma, goodnight Ravi, goodnight-"

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT YOUR TRAP AND GO TO SLEEP? KEEP IT UP AND I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE!"

AN: That was the first chapter in this Fanfic, many more to come! I'll try and update regularly, but if I don't... virtually skin me alive, deal? (Let's hope it doesn't come to that...) Thanks for reading, see you on the flip side!