Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke

 

 

Door 24

 

The Delta Flyer stood in the shuttle bay of a class Centaur class ship, the USS Gallant. Janeway stood a good distance from the open hatch, clutching her overnight bag with damp hands.

“I am here, Kathryn. Just remember, he is dead and cannot hurt you any longer,” Seven whispered next to her.

“How did you know?” Janeway said, her voice trembling. “Well, silly question. I’m sorry. You were there. You have your own trauma.” She tossed caution to the wind and took Seven’s hand in hers.

“I was, but if you refer to the fact that I killed him, you are wrong. That was not the trauma.”

“Then what was?” Wide-eyed Janeway snapped her head toward Seven.

“Witnessing what he did to you.”

“Witnessing? But you were unconscious.”

“My human self was. The Borg implants recorded every millisecond of his crime.” Seven spoke curtly.

“Oh, Gods. Oh, dear Gods.”

“Just walk on board, Kathryn. I will be there, and so will B’Elanna and Samantha Wildman. After this last shoot, we will be done. You can go home.”

“Mind if I keep your hand for bit?” Janeway looked furtively around them. The shuttle bay was empty, which was good, since the last thing she’d want to put on display was her holding on to Seven like a terrified child.

“My hand belongs to you for as long as you need it. If you choose my Borg hand, it can even detach.”

“Seven!” Janeway guffawed and felt shocked at the same time. These new attempts by Seven at humor were…unexpected and unusual. “That was pretty macabre.”

“Yes.”

Janeway held Seven’s hand until they reached the hatch. She entered, still holding on hard to her bag, but feeling more in control. Miranda and Andy were already there together with the photographer, Wayans, the latter working with Andy to stow camera equipment.

“Everything going according to plan?” Janeway asked, regarding Andy’s flushed face as she stood.

“Yes, pretty much, Admiral. I’m going to act as Wayans’s assistant today, and Miranda will be in charge of fashion and makeup. This is a first, I think,  but these slightly cramped quarters demand a skeletal crew. Ah, here are B’Elanna and Samantha. Welcome, ladies.”

“An all-girl outing. This’ll be great.” B’Elanna sounded chipper, almost too giddy, and her careful glance in Janeway’s direction made it clear that she was nervous too about being back on the Delta Flyer. “I brought some Klingon blood wine if we get bored.”

“Blood wine.” Miranda looked up from her data PADD. “Haven’t had that in years.”

“You like it?” B’Elanna sounded surprised. Janeway didn’t blame her. Blood wine was an acquired taste and nothing for the faint of heart. Then again, the latter was a good definition of Miranda Priestly.

“I do.” Miranda nodded and turned her attention back to her PADD.

“I’ll pass,” Andrea injected, wrinkling her nose. “Sorry, B’Elanna. Not my thing.”

“I brought some of that cocktail you like.” Miranda didn’t look up from her document, but spoke gently, which in turn made Andy turn a pretty shade of pink.

Janeway gave her bag to Seven and then moved to the controls. She would pilot the Delta Flyer with Seven at Ops and B’Elanna at engineering. Samantha would be responsible for the comfort of the civilians.

“Naomi really wanted to go. I told her that when she gets her permit, I’ll apply for flight hours on the Delta Flyer and have a flight instructor give her lessons.”

“She finagled that out of you?” B’Elanna asked and laughed. “Trust our Naomi to wrap her mother around her little finger. Then again, she would probably be able to wrap anyone of us. How are your girls, Miranda? As good as Naomi at wrapping?”

“Caroline and Cassidy were born with me already wrapped and ready. My children are my biggest weakness, to date.” Miranda looked at Andy when she spoke.

“I can testify to that,” Andy said. “The twins are amazing. And especially amazing at wrapping. Surely, B’Elanna, little Miral must be the one who wraps you around her tiny pinky finger?”

“Oh, yes, but if you think she wraps me, then you should see her work on her dad. It’s quite humorous to see Tom, formerly one of the most eligible bachelors on Voyager, totally at her beck and call.”

The conversation revolving around children led to funny anecdotes, and this in turn relaxed Janeway enough  to go through the launch sequence and routines together with Seven without a hitch. It was the first time she had piloted a star ship of any size in outer space since they got back from the Delta Quadrant. Suddenly feeling exuberant and liberated, Janeway disengaged the computer and flew the old fashioned way, on instinct and vision only. She smiled quickly toward Seven and saw how she reciprocated it with a dazzling, full smile of her own.

“Hold on, ladies,” Janeway said, feeling much better. “We’re taking off toward the site of our last shoot.” They were heading for an L-Class planet, recently named Parduat. It was going through the last phases of terraforming with two years left of the process. This enabled them to visit the border of the glacier areas without turning into actual ice statues.” Making it possible for Miranda to get the shots of them in an alien wintery setting, with a starry sky unhindered by clouds above them, Janeway thought. The images from the L-class planet Miranda had sent Janeway had shown such ethereal, staggering beauty, it was clear why Miranda had chosen this world for the winter wear shoot. Nowhere on Earth, or any of the closest planets in the federation, was there sceneries like on Parduat.

“Thank you, Seven.” Janeway smiled faintly and glanced over her shoulder at Seven. “For being here.”

“No need to thank me, Kathryn. I would not be any other place than with you.”

 

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Miranda looked up from her PADD and saw that Andrea sat strapped in to the seat, head tipped back and eyes closed. Her hands were tightly wrapped around the armrests. Scrutinizing the young woman’s features, Miranda saw small beads of sweat bead on her forehead.

“Andrea?”

“I-I’m fine, Miranda. I’m just not so fond of space traveling. I’ll be all right once I get my space-legs going.” Despite Andrea’s brave words, her complexion was whiter than usual, and Miranda thought she could hear her teeth clatter.

“The Delta Flyer is equipped with Borg technology and state of the art weaponry. You needn’t worry. You’re safer here than you are in normal traffic with Roy behind the wheel.”

“Intellectually I know this, Miranda. I do. I just have memories from when I was little and my parents took my brother and I on a trip to Mars. We ran into a plasma storm and the shuttle almost didn’t make it.”

“Hold my hand.”

“What? Your hand? Really?”

“Andrea.” Miranda sighed. “I know you’re afraid, but surely your hearing hasn't become impaired all of a sudden?”

“No. No.” Andrea took Miranda’s proffered hand. “Thanks. Whoops. Here we go.”

“Whoops?” Miranda smirked. “What a…quaint expression”

“Ancient word that my family tend to use. Sorry.”

Miranda held on firmly to Andrea’s hand. “I have a question for you.”

“Oh?” Andrea looked puzzled. “Yes?”

“Your two year tenure is up for review shortly. You have earned a promotion and you can have your pick from anyone of our departments, on several planets.”

“You mean, leave? Leave this? Not be your assistant?” Andrea squeezed Miranda’s hand so she thought she could feel the bones grating against each other. “I don’t want that. Please.”

“Shh. That’s why I’m asking. I need to know what you want. If you stay on as my assistant, you will still be promoted, and you will train a new assistant to take over your former tasks.”

“Then that’s what I want.” Andrea looked imploringly at her.

“Wait.” Miranda held up her free hand. “If you stay on, it means constant space travelling for months on end. We would go across the entire Alpha Quadrant.”

“What about the twins?”

“They’re going with me, together with their nanny. We’ll be travelling with a ship that allows families.” Miranda softly slid her fingertips across the back of Andrea’s hand. “Just think about it and let me know when you’ve decided.”

“It’s not much to consider.” Andrea spoke in a low, but decisive tone. “I cannot imagine being away from you for that long, not knowing what’s happening to you, or to the girls. Not after what happened last night. I’m going.”

“You are certain?”

“I’m certain.”

“Your parents might have  a different idea.”

“Than my parents will have to realize that I’m an adult and that I need to live my life as I see fit. I know they’ve had issues with my job, but that doesn’t matter. I’m going.”

“Very well.” Miranda nodded briskly, apprehensive regarding Andrea’s resolve, even if she didn’t’ doubt her assistant’s best intentions. Just the fact that Andrea expressed being willing to come, as encouraging as that was, didn’t mean this would actually happen.

 


Continued and ended behind door 25                              Feedback               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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