Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke

 

 

 

Door 3

 

Miranda stood at the head of the table, regarding the poster sized photos of the Voyager women with critical eyes. They differed in age, the youngest being a K’Tarian/human hybrid of eight years old, and the oldest being the Admiral, age forty-seven. Normally the admiral would be too old, too short, and too compact, for Runway, but Miranda had to concede that Janeway’s presence and undeniable commanding persona would entice the readers and spike the sales.

Miranda had, like everyone else on the planet, hell, within the whole Federation, been mesmerized by the lone starship Voyager’s adventures and ultimately it’s triumphant return to the Alpha Quadrant. Perhaps the fact that its female captain resonated with her readers more than a burly male captain would have, had something to do with it, but it was nevertheless true. Also, being the captain of sorts of the longest sustained monthly fashion magazine on earth and in the known universe, made Miranda relate to Janeway as well.

“Welcome and I hope you’ll agree to participate in this unprecedented photo shoot with Runway,” Miranda began, turning first to the admiral and Seven or Nine, and then the other women, present via the viewscreen on the far wall. “My assistant will hand out our suggestions for the different themes, and she and I will try to answer any questions that you might have. Andrea?” Miranda watched as Andrea distributed data-PADDs with the information and transferred it to the women on the view screen.

“How long will this endeavor take, Ms. Priestly?” Seven of Nine asked.

“Call me, Miranda, please. I have set aside three full days.” Miranda moved to the view screen where the schedule was displayed.

“You won’t all be working the entire time simultaneously, and some of you will work evenings on some of those days, to capture the night light…and the stars.” Andrea smiled broadly as she explained further. “The themes require some time to be set aside for makeup and wardrobe, but on several shoots, you will only be required to wear your uniform.”

Miranda noticed that Seven of Nine looked displeased at the last piece of information. Curious, Miranda filed that information away for future reference. “Admiral, is the schedule to your satisfaction?” Miranda wondered why Janeway wasn’t more vocal.

“I’ll be honest. This isn’t my idea of how an admiral’s time is best utilized, but since it’s orders from the brass, I’m doing it. The schedule is doable unless there’s an emergency.”

“Naturally.” Miranda sat on the edge of the conference table. Andrea came up to stand next to her, and Miranda thought she could sense her body’s warmth. Having been Miranda’s assistant for almost two years, Andrea was practically indispensable. Not that she’d ever tell the young woman this. The rule was: no employee ever asked Miranda any questions, nor did she rarely offer any explanations. It was just easier that way, Miranda thought loftily.

“One of the shoots is off-world,” the other blonde, Samantha Wildman stated. “Naomi has school and even if her teachers are quite understanding—“

“Andrea?” Miranda waved her hand at her assistant. Such mundane questions shouldn’t be directed at herself.

“We’ve taken that into consideration, as well as the fact that Chief Engineer Torres-Paris has a toddler. You will be within transporter range of your respective homes, and we’ve manage to secure a vessel which you are very familiar with to take us to the terraformed moon of Agameria Prime.”

“What?” Janeway’s head snapped up.

“The Delta Flyer, ma’am.” Andrea spoke carefully, with an apologetic tone in her voice. “I thought it might be something you would like, Admiral. I believe it hasn’t been utilized since Voyager’s return.”

“The Delta Flyer.” Suddenly Janeway stood. “Excuse me.” She strode out of the room.

Miranda turned to Andrea. “What have you done now? Clearly you’ve made a grave error while planning this—“

“Ms. Priestly. Miranda. I am certain your assistant did not intentionally mean to cause the admiral discomfort.” Seven of Nine rose. “Let me talk to her. There is a lot of classified information unavailable to Andrea. Do not direct any critique toward her. The thought of the Delta Flyer is traumatizing for all of us.” Seven nodded politely and left the room.

Miranda bit back a curt remark toward Andrea, not so much because of Seven of Nine’s admonishing comment, but because of the hurt in Andrea’s tear-filled doe eyes. Not for the first time over the last few months, did Miranda wonder what it was about this girl, twenty-five years her junior, that made her halt and lose her train-of-thought. Sure, Andrea was stunning. Dressed in the latest fashion, nowadays--it made Miranda shudder when remembering the happy-go-lucky young woman who’d applied for the job as her assistant, looking like the long-lost cousin from the mining planets in the outer sectors of the Alpha Quadrant. Now, Andrea was transformed into an undeniable beauty, but it wasn’t the reason for why she showed up in Miranda’s thoughts and dreams. Miranda saw enough gorgeous women to fill her entire day, and yet, it was the softness of Andrea’s gaze, and the warp-core blazing smile of her assistant that stayed with her. Very odd.

“Andrea.” Miranda hissed under her breath as she muted the audio channel. “Don’t dawdle. Go apologize to the admiral and get her back in here.


Continued behind door 4                                                        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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