Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke



Door 16


Janeway regarded the photographer and her crew with mild annoyance. They buzzed around them like energetic bumble bees, touching down here and there, adjusting hers and Seven’s hair, clothes, and poses.

“That’s it!” Weoyah yelled, startling everybody into complete stillness, which perhaps was the intended the reaction.

A few hours later, after changing into ten different outfits, Janeway knew she’d had enough. “Time to take a break. I don’t care what anyone else says, but if I don’t get—“

“Coffee.” A slender hand extended toward Janeway where she sat in her chair in the makeup section. Miranda joined her. “I hear you are as fond of this as I am.”

“Wouldn’t have made it from Delta to Alpha without it.”

“Or without her.” Miranda nodded in Seven’s direction.

“Nor without Seven.” Janeway sipped her black coffee and smiled.

“Seven seems to be mentioned in all of the reports I read where the ship was in clear and present danger.”

“Which was most days—wait, you read the after action reports? They’re classified.” Janeway narrowed her eyes, not sure what was going on.

“I have a quite high security clearance.”


“I know you’ve been gone a long time, and have had better and far more important things to catch up on than my work history.” Miranda calmly sat back. “You must have wondered how suddenly the brass of Starfleet made it their business that you and the others would participate in this, dare I say it? Yes. I do. Historic shoot.”

“I just figured one of their spouses were a fan.” Janeway saw Miranda’s ire go up, but she’d faced down worse. She thought. Perhaps the Hirogen or species 8472. “Either that or Admiral Hayes has developed a belated sense of fashion.”

“You are being facetious.”

“And you sound just like Seven.” Janeway had to laugh. Miranda obviously needed to take a deep breath to deal with this irreverent admiral. “All jokes aside, I did suspect that there were more to this than goodwill.”

“Since you are dressed in casual attire, let’s walk.” Miranda stood, bringing her mug with her. Janeway motioned to Seven that she was accompanying the fashion editor and they walked over to a secluded clearing.

“Here we can talk without being overheard.” Miranda looked bemusedly at a fallen tree trunk. “Guess this will have to do.” She sat down and looked expectantly at Janeway.

“Very well. Go on, Miranda.” Janeway sat and sipped her coffee.

“I travel all over the Alpha Quadrant, in my work, and doing that gives me access to all the major players. Even on planets that are not part of the federation as it seems Runway is popular throughout the quadrant. It didn’t take Star Fleet Intelligence long to realize this, and they approached me ten years ago. I promptly refused, since I was actually a new mother at the time, but four years later, I became a covert operative.”

“Gods. I sure didn’t see that one coming.” Nearly dropping her mug, Janeway tried to see any signs of Miranda lying. Still, the risk of that was infinitesimal. Miranda may have a high security clearance, but Janeway’s were no doubt even higher. “So the shoot?”

“Is meant to benefit Runway, keep the Voyager legend alive, and thus, in extension, strengthens my position.”

“In other words, Star Fleet Intelligence has something planned for you.”

“They do.” Miranda didn’t look very happy about it. “It’s going to take me away from Earth for an extended period of time.”

“And it will be dangerous.” Janeway was way too seasoned to make that a question.

“It will.”

“And you have your child.”

“Children. Twin girls. They’re eleven.” Miranda stood and began pacing back and forth. “Part of my assignment is to make as small waves as possible, to not cause suspicion.  I’ll be travelling with my staff and children as usual.”

“Then why are you looking so…distraught?” Janeway could have bet that nobody ever asked Miranda Priestly this question, and the way Miranda glared at her was almost comical.

“I…as I said. I will be gone for quite a while, and Andrea is up for a well-deserved promotion.” Looking ill at ease, Miranda took a sip, made a face at the coffee and poured the rest on the ground.

“So she will not be coming with you,” Janeway translated carefully.


“Andy’s a wonderful young woman.” Janeway knew now that she and Miranda had more in common than she could have guessed. “You’ll miss her.”

“Tremendously.” Miranda sat down on the trunk again, sighing. “She has no idea of course.”

“Of course. Neither has Seven.” Janeway hoped that her own confession would make Miranda less self-conscious. This rare opportunity to talk to someone in a similar situation was something neither of them might ever come across with anybody else.

“I see.” Miranda’s gaze softened. “Seven is unique.”

“And I’m trying to find a way to keep her in my life, in any capacity.” Janeway tilted her head, scrutinizing Miranda’s stricken expression. “Is there any reason you can’t do the same?”


Continued behind door 17                                                       Back

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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.