Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

(Cross-over Janeway/Seven (STV) – Andy/Miranda (DWP))

By Gun Brooke


Author’s Note:

Happy St. Lucia to everybody. This is how we celebrate - children (and grownups) dress as Lucia and little santas, and sometimes "star boys" and gingerbreadmen and sing hymn etc:

And eat the traditional pastry!!!

OK - on with the story! :-)


Door 13


Andy looked at the assembled women before her with awe. To be in the presence of the intrepid women who had braved unchartered space without backup. One of them, a young K’tarian girl, Naomi, was even born during that time.

“Welcome,” Andy began, after receiving a nod from Miranda, who sat perched on a stool next to the photographer.  “We’re so happy that you’ve agreed to do this shoot with us. Over there you will find the makeup artists and if you have any questions regarding that, please turn to Serena.”

Serena, a stunning Brazilian woman, waved and smiled broadly.

“Here you have Nigel, fashion editor, and Emily junior fashion editor. They’ll be in charge of the gorgeous clothes. Photographer is Weoyah K’lach.”

“Thank you, Andy,” Admiral Janeway said. “I suppose we might as well get started.”

“Yes. We don’t want to lose this light.” Weoyah K’lach, a short, stocky human-Andorian hybrid, said. “Let’s move.”

Andy walked over to Miranda as Emily and Nigel descended on the Voyager women together with their staff. Janeway’s expression suggested she was in battle mode.

“The sun filtering through the trees will make this look amazing,” Andy said.

“Yes. K’lach will be able to capture it.” Miranda spoke in a short tone. “I need coffee.”

“Yes, Miranda.” Andy walked over to the regenerator in the large hover-van. “Coffee. Latte. 95˚ C.” She returned with the coffee and Miranda’s gaze softened marginally when she sipped the hot beverage.

“What on earth are you wearing, Andrea?” Miranda looked at Andy’s outfit with raised eyebrows as if she’d only just noticed her assistant’s clothes.

“Uhm. This is by a pretty unknown designer. I mean. Very unknown. New. Brand new.”

“Hm. Let me look at you.” Miranda disregarded Nigel’s attempt at getting her attention.

“Eh, Miranda? Nigel—“

“Can wait.” Miranda circled Andy like a shark, perusing the calf-long layered skirt, made of out several different shades of green, in different types of fabric. Lifting her eyes to Andy’s top, a sleeveless understated gold mesh over green silk; it matched the skirt and the four-inch heeled gold sandals. “They’re well made. Name?”

“Uhm. A nobody, really.” Andy cursed herself for choosing today of all days to wear these clothes.

“Let me see.” Impatient, Miranda tugged at the back of Andy’s top. “Sarah Candes? Never heard of her.”

“As I said. She’s new.”

“And you know of her how?” Miranda narrowed her eyes, her voice a mere whisper.

Oh, damn. Miranda was furious. Of course. Andy sighed inwardly. “She’s a friend, of sorts. I like this outfit and it’s nice and cool when it’s warm like today.”

“I want to see her. Arrange for her to come to my office once we’re done with this shoot.”

“N-no, I don’t think—“

“What did you say, Andrea?” Beyond a whisper, now a formidable hiss, Miranda’s voice made Andy’s nervous tick appear. Blinking against the tremor in her left eyelid, Andy tried to remain calm.

“I…uh…I’ll ask her, okay? I can’t promise that she’ll show up.”

“She better. Is that, or…”

Or what? My job? Fully prepared to kick herself, Andy only nodded. “I’ll do my best. I will.” She looked pleadingly at Miranda, exasperated at having allowed Miranda to reduce her to a begging puppy—again.

“Show me the skirt. Pull it up.” Miranda was clearly not done with her.

Andy pulled the skirt up a few inches.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake.” Miranda bent down and pulled the skirt up, examining the craftsmanship. “Is this slip attached?”


“Good. I’m actually quite baffled that I haven’t heard of this designer. Nobody who can design like this, and sew…does she sew or have the garments sent out to a seamstress?”

“She sews,” Andy squeaked. Miranda had inadvertently touched the inside of Andy’s knee, and now she felt like her skin was on fire.

“Miranda?” Nigel had obviously given up on trying to wave her over. “We’re about to set up. Can you come over and give you seal of approval.”

“By all means. I would’ve hoped this dream-team of mine would’ve been able to think for themselves, but naturally I cater to everyone’s whim.” Miranda glanced over her shoulder, running it up and down Andy’s form as she walked over to a stunning Seven of Nine. “No, no, no. Seven will wear the aqua dress. Not this cobalt blue. Can’t anyone see that this washes her eyes out completely? If I had known the fashion department were actually color blind much would’ve been explained.”



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The Devil Wears Prada
Star Trek Voyager
Rating: G -- NC-17 (depending on which door)

Andy/Miranda - Janeway/Seven

Summary: Post Endgame story. The year is 2379 and Voyager has been home in the Alpha Quadrant a year. Miranda Priestly, editor-in-cheif for the renowned fashion holo-magazine, Runway, intends to commemorate this by doing a fashion shoot with some of the women from the famous ship.
Admiral Janeway is less than pleased, but the decision is taken and little does she know what this shoot will set in motion.