Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke

 

 

Door 18

 

Miranda had heard the words, such treacherous words, out of Andrea, as she and Kathryn approached. After finally letting her guard down and sharing sensitive information both regarding her covert assignment, and that of her heart, she was now ready to drag someone through a plasma fire pit.

“Speak up, Andrea. You clearly have something you need to explain.” Miranda spoke quietly, knowing full well what her lethal whisper did to others.

“No. No, you misunderstand, Miranda.” Andrea rushed to her feet, looking imploringly at her boss. “I do not have secrets from you. I mean, nothing important. Nothing that has anything to do with Runway. I mean not per se. Not a…lot.” The young woman was trembling now, and Seven rose to stand shoulder to shoulder with Miranda’s shaking assistant.

“Miranda. What you overheard was Andrea Sachs confiding in me on a personal level. We found we have many things in common, and I give you my word she has done nothing to warrant your wrath. Andrea is loyal to you.”

“I’d listen to Seven. She’s not easily fooled.” Janeway placed her hands on her hips. “Don’t jump to conclusions here, Miranda. It could destroy a lot.”

Miranda was angrier than she’d been in ages. No, she realized, it wasn’t anger as much as it was fear. She had never dreamed Andrea would have secrets from her, not even on a personal level. The fact that she confided in Seven, someone she more or less just met, stung. This was of course utterly ridiculous, since she never invited Andrea to confide in her. Why would she? Miranda sighed. Why wouldn’t she?

“Very well. Keep your little secrets. We’ve got work to do. Find that photographer and have Nigel and Emily pull out the next set of clothes. That’s all.” Miranda strode toward the tents. Only when she felt a hand on her arm did she realize that Andrea was hurrying along beside her.

“Please. Miranda. Don’t be mad at me. I can’t bear it.”

“Why on earth would you assume that I’m mad at anyone?”

“Because you almost had smoke coming out of your ears back there.” Andrea stepped into Miranda’s path, effectively stopped her from reaching the tents. In fact they were out of sight of everyone where they stood among some small firs.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Miranda. Look.” Andrea seemed oblivious that she held on to Miranda’s upper arms. Her grip was gentle, but firm. Fearless. “I have been devoted to this job, to you, for two years. I have proved myself over and over, and you’ve trusted me with sensitive information regarding yourself, and your girls.”

“Your point?” Miranda growled.

“My point is, I have never failed you. No, that’s wrong. I nearly screwed up on Vulcan that time when I thought you’d gone too far for the sake of Runway. But we figured that out, didn’t we? We moved on and we’ve worked so well together. I’ve learned so much from you. I owe you my entire career, the network I now have, that will be something for me to fall back on when you—“ Andrea swallowed hard. “When you get a new assistant.”

“What do you mean? You’re leaving?” Miranda’s heart skipped several beats and then rushed madly in her chest.

“No. I mean, yes, eventually. You never keep assistants this long, normally.”

“What does that have to do with you deciding to leave now?”

“I didn’t!” Obviously frustrated Andrea actually shook Miranda a little. This seemed to trigger the awareness that Andrea was holding onto her boss, quite possessively. She let go of Miranda as if she’d burned her hands. “I’m so sorry.” Looking scandalized, Andrea rolled her hands into fists.

“So. You are not leaving. You are loyal. You have learned from me. You are grateful. You have networked. You are set for a future without me. Did I leave something out?” Miranda spoke so gently, it shocked her when fat tears rolled down Andrea’s cheeks.

“Yes. You left the most important parts.”

“Ah. Yes. Your secret.”

“Uhm. Yes. That.” Andrea averted her eyes. “Don’t fire me, please, Miranda. Not yet.”

“Fire you?” Miranda was so surprised at the pained tone in Andrea’s voice, she forgot to sound lethal. “Why would I fire you?”

“Because—because I…have secrets.”

If Andrea’s soulful brown eyes had not looked so devastated, Miranda might have been able to gather some of her previous venom and carry on with the act that protected her own heart. Noticing the tremors in Andrea’s hands, Miranda experienced true fear. What if there was something utterly, irreversibly wrong?

“I won’t fire you. Sort yourself out and do you job, Andrea.” Miranda began walking back, but after only a few steps she turned, whipping her head around to nail Andrea with her eyes. “Know this. You will not keep secrets from me for very long. We’re going to talk. Soon. Do I make myself clear?”

“V-very.” Andrea should have looked more intimidated after that last volley, but for some reason, Miranda’s harsh words made her give a tremulous smile.

 


Continued behind door 19                                                       Back

Disclaimer:
Fox and Paramount own the rights to the movie and tv-show respectively. I only play with them for fun, and no copyright infringement is ever intended.

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

Pairings:
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.

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