Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke




Door 21


Miranda rubbed her tired eyes, blinking at the pictures from today’s shoot on her data PADD. She had gone over them, and generally she was pleased, especially with the ones of Seven of Nine and the admiral.

“Miranda?” Andrea cleared her voice gently at the door. “I’m going home now. The commuter shuttles—“

“You can’t go in this weather. Even I know that you live too far from the closest shuttle station to walk in this.” Miranda gestured at the window where rain whipped down on Manhattan. “Why don’t you spend the night, and we can transport to our next location early tomorrow morning?”

“Uhm. All right?” Andrea studied her nails carefully. “So. The guestroom on the third level?”

“No. Use the main guestroom on the second level. “ Miranda wasn’t quite sure why she felt compelled to have Andrea sleep on the same level as the master suite, but she wasn’t prone to second-guessing herself.

“Well, goodnight then.” Andrea did her usual little wave with her fingertips and left the study. Miranda heard her ascend the stairs, and there was something so homey and safe having Andrea under her own roof.

Miranda scrolled through the thumbnails of the photos one more time, marking the ones she wanted to see the full size the next day. “Lights off.” The computer switched the study light off and Miranda made a beeline for the kitchen to bring some bottles of freshly squeezed orange juice. None of that replicated stuff. Figuring she should give one to Andrea, she knocked on the guestroom door.


“Just a moment.”

“I don’t have time to dawdle.”

“Oh, all right. Uhm. Come in.”

Miranda pressed the sensor that opened the door and entered. Andrea took her breath away. Standing only wrapped in a towel, she had clearly just exited the sonic shower.

“Orange juice.” Miranda set down a bottle on the dresser. She couldn’t take her eyes off Andrea.

“Thank you. That was thoughtful of you.” Andrea gripped the towel firmly. “I thought I’d use your replicator for some sleepwear…”


“No?” Andrea blushed.

“No need. If you look at the top drawer, there are guest sleepwear in most common sizes. I recommend the ones in genuine Bajoran cotton.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Miranda walked over by the window, turning her back. She was not ready to leave yet, but wanted to give Andrea some privacy to change. She heard rustling behind her, and as Miranda gazed out over the tall buildings of Manhattan, her condominium being located at the top five floors of one of the tallest, all she could think about was the fact that Andrea was semi-naked just behind her.

“There. Done.”

Miranda turned and nearly dropped her orange juice bottle. Andrea had chosen white shorts and a skin tight tank-top. These garments left very little to the imagination. Why was is that Miranda could be around practically naked models, male and female, of any species, all day and not feel a shred of passion, and then look at Andrea, and nearly have a coronary?

“Fine. Good. Catch much needed sleep. No slacking off tomorrow.”

“Slacking off? Do you mean I slacked off today?” Andrea had the gall to look annoyed.

“That was not what I said at all.” Miranda wasn’t stupid. She knew she acted the most superior and frustrated others when she was tired and emotionally drained. “You must learn to pay attention or you’ll not succeed with your future endeavors.”

“My future…what? What are we talking about now?”

“As I said. Sleep.” Miranda tried to circle Andrea, but she took a step to the side and prevented her from leaving. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to figure out what you’re talking about.” Andrea managed to look polite and insistent at the same time. “You are implying that my future is elsewhere, and just earlier today you promised not to fire me.”

“I’m not firing you. You’re not making sense.” Miranda fought to catch her breath, standing this close to a scantily clad Andrea.

“And you promised we’d talk. That I’d get a chance to explain…my secret.”

Oh. That. Miranda shuddered. “It’s too late tonight.”

“I can’t help but think that you think it’s something much worse than it is.”

“Your secrecy doesn’t exactly bode well.”

“All right. Then answer me this—have I ever let you down or lied to you?”

“Not to my knowledge. No. Unless you count lying by omitting the truth.”

“But I promise you now. I have no bad secrets. Nothing that can hurt you or Runway. The only reason I haven’t shared it…is that it’s personal, and if you would not approve, then I’d feel like such fool.”

Miranda felt her midsection soften at the worried look in Andrea’s chocolate eyes. “Very well. We will talk soon, about secrets and…other things. Good enough?”

Andrea nodded slowly. “May I ask a favor?”

This was a first. Two years, and Andrea had never asked for anything on her own behalf. That was in itself a rare thing. “You may.”

“Another thing I have not told you is that I have this recurring dream.” Andrea seemed to steel herself. “That’s why I looked like a total idiot when you asked me to spend the night. That’s how the dream begins, every time.”

“Get to the point.”

“In the dream I stay at the guestroom on the third floor. When I’m falling asleep, I suddenly feel you touch my cheek, and then you kiss me goodnight.” Andrea was blushing a dark red now.

“And you tell me this…?” Miranda had to stop talking because she could hardly piece words together. Trembling, she clung to her bottle.

“Because I just have to know.”

“Oh, for the love of…Andrea, tell me what you want!”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Andrea took the bottle from Miranda’s cold hands and placed it on the dresser. “I ask for permission to kiss you goodnight.”


Continued behind door 22                                                       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.