Advent Calendar 2011

Double Trouble Love 

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

By Gun Brooke




Door 8


“Miranda? You all right?” Andy wrapped the towel around her, making sure the video feature was off.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be? You have the tomorrow’s schedule readily available?”

“Uhm. No, not really…wait…whoops.” The towel slipped and Andy cursed her idea of having an actual aqua shower instead of a sonic shower where sound waves cleaned you without actually getting you dripping wet.

Whoops? Really. Such mature language all of a sudden.”

Andy clenched her teeth at how Miranda had the gall to sound annoyed at her choice of words when it was Miranda who’d disturbed Andy almost in the middle of the night. “Well, I’m dripping all over the place. You caught me in the shower.”

A muted gasp made Andy hold on tighter to the bath towel.

“I see.” Miranda clearly didn’t see, but she sounded way too casual than normal. “The schedule?”

“Yes. I have it here now.” Andy sat down at her desk and browsed the screen. “Any issues I should be aware of, Miranda?”

“Just that I don’t want to keep the Admiral or Seven of Nine waiting unnecessarily. They are crucial to this project. They are the most famous of the female part of the crew, together with B’Elanna Torres-Paris. She is bringing her baby along, right?”

“Yes, Miral Paris is coming. Her outfits are the cutest.”

“They are quite adorable,” Miranda said softly. Andy blinked and, tugging harder at the towel to make sure it was in place, she ordered the computer to engage the view screen. She needed to make sure that Miranda was all right. She normally didn’t acknowledge things with such praise, nor did she usually sound so gentle. Miranda’s image flickered and took form on the computer screen. Clearly, Andy had managed to surprise Miranda, for once.

“Hello.” Andy waved her fingers, feeling silly for the gesture.

“Ah, there you are.” Miranda regarded her under raised eyebrows. “And indeed straight from the shower. I trust that you don’t flaunt yourself in front of just anybody in this state of undress.”

“Oh, Gods, no. I would say never, but since I clearly have tonight, I’ll settle for ‘only once’, Miranda.”

“That sentence only makes sense to me because I know you so well by now.” Miranda smirked, but there was something more than snicker in her eyes, something dark. Hot and dark, even.

Andy shivered. Drops of water ran from her long hair down her back and in under the towel. “You…you look sad, Miranda.” Oh, boy, was she ever bucking for dismissal and for being fired. Andy rubbed her temple.

“I assure you I’m fine, Andrea. I—I merely miss my girls.” Miranda looked uncomfortable, fiddling with her pearl necklace. “They’re gone the entire month.”

“I know. It’s a long time, and it must feel even worse since they’re off world.”

“Yes. Thank you. Yes.” Miranda tugged harder at her pearls, making Andy fear for its longevity when it came to the string. It was a one-of-a-kind necklace made of Andorian pearls and gold-filigree string. It wasn’t supposed to break easily, but the way Miranda yanked at it, Andy became increasingly worried.

“Eh, Miranda. Your pearls?”

“What?” Miranda frowned.

“Your necklace. Don’t yank at it.” Andy gasped at her own words. Nobody—nobody—told Miranda Priestly what to do. Forgetting about the towel completely, Andy pushed both hands into her hair in pure desperation. This just wasn’t her day when it came to communicating with Miranda.

“Gods, Andrea!” Miranda’s eyes widened and if Andy thought they were darker before, they were pitch black now as Miranda stared at Andy’s chest.


Continued behind door 9                                                       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.