Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke



Door 5


Andy escorted Miranda out to the waiting hover-car. Long, sleek and silver-blue, it idled outside Starfleet’s headquarters, its driver waiting politely by the door.

“Back to the office, Roy.” Miranda slid inside.

Andy entered and made sure she didn’t crowd Miranda. She could feel energy simmer within Miranda’s body. She was drumming her fingertips against the armrest and tapped her foot, making her shoe dangle on her well-pedicured toes.

“Janeway’s onboard. That sealed the deal. I said so.” Miranda smiled triumphantly. “Irv was against it, you know. He doesn’t think our reader relate to Janeway and the Voyager crew.”

“I think you’re right.” Andy spoke carefully, since she knew that Miranda was quick to scorn if she thought for a second that someone was sucking up. “Voyager’s been on everyone’s lips ever since they made contact several years ago. The Pathfinder project put it on the map, and the fact that they had their own Borg on board, and that it was such a small crew, alone without backup…I admire their tenacity.” And yours. Andy wisely kept that last part to herself.

“Yes, exactly.” Miranda nodded, looking pleased. “You’re brighter than the Elias-Clark president.”

“Uhm. Thank you?”

“Ah. Well, I suppose it’s some form of compliment.” Miranda managed to make it sound like an insult instead.

“Want me to contact Nigel and set everything in motion, Miranda?”

“Don’t bore me with those details, Andrea. You know better. If you don’t, then I know of a million girls who would jump at the chance to work at Runway.”

“I know, Miranda.” Andy felt her ire soar, and without considering the consequences, she went on. “Not a million girls would be able to hold this position without getting fired one single time for two years. I would challenge anyone to find one single woman who can anticipate your every move and meet every one of your needs like I do.” Pressing her lips together, Andy knew that if she wasn’t fired and thrown out of the hover-car in mid-air.

Miranda slowly turned her gaze on to Andy. “Excuse me?” As frosty as the color of her hair, Miranda’s voice was even lower than usual.

Andy wasn’t going to fall for this technique. She knew Miranda’s ways so well by now. When Miranda wanted to catch someone off balance, she all but whispered, making them lean in to hear her every word. Andy wasn’t sure what had tipped the scale today, or all days, but she had worked herself to a pulp to help arrange the photo shoot of the decade, if not the century.  “It wouldn’t hurt if you began treating me more like an equal.”

“Equal?” Miranda hissed. “Whatever for? You’re my assistant.”

“I’m not talking pay grades. I mean as an equal human being.” Not falling into the trap of sounding whiny, Andy kept her hands loosely on her lap, on top of her data-PADD. “I do a lot that most employees would never do for anyone else, no matter who they’re boss is. I do it because I want to, I enjoy my work, and I…care…about you.” Andy cursed herself for stumbling over the most significant word in the sentence, but kept going. “That said, I don't like it so much that I will settle for being you addressing me like that. Not anymore.”

“Is this your way of saying I should look elsewhere for an assistant?” Miranda’s voice didn’t give anything away.

“No. It’s my ways of saying, treat me professionally and I’ll keep trying to make miracles happen for you.”

“Tell me, why on earth would you care for me?” Studying her nails, Miranda then lifted her icy gaze back on Andy. “Clearly I would not deserve such devotion, according to you?”

Andy had to smile. Miranda would hate it if she knew just how transparent she was to her. “Miranda, whether a person cares for you or now, is beyond your control.”

“So, to deduct what you mean is, ‘treat me better or I’m out’, and ‘I care, therefore I’m leaving’ or perhaps ‘nobody else would be able to stand working for you’.”

Wanting to thud her forehead against the data-PADD, Andy sighed. “I would never presume to argue with your power of deduction, so I guess your first suggestion is the most accurate. I’d hate to leave, even if I’ve had tons of offers from other holo-zines.” It was true. She was constantly headhunted by other publishers.

“You can’t leave.” Miranda straightened her back, and there was fire in her eyes. “I won’t allow it.”

“Wh-what? I don’t want to—“

“I’ll double your salary.”

“Miranda. That’s not what I meant.”

“You cannot leave.”

“All right.” Andy forced her breathing to be even and her lips to merely give a calm smile. “All right.”

“Well, then.” Miranda smoothed down her skirt. “Yes. Contact Nigel and get the ball rolling.”

Inside, Andy trembled. What was the matter with Miranda? Never had Andy seen her react that way, and so openly. Nag, ridicule, harass newcomers, complain and bitch, yes, all that were Miranda’s M.O. Passionate fury, not so much. Opening her comm link to Nigel, Runway’s fashion director, Andy began carrying out her duties. This was the easy part. Trying to figure out what the hell was the matter with Miranda, was going to be the hard one.


Continued behind door 6                                                        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.