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2008-08-21T04:16:09Z

Ehhhh.... so, I decided to take a crack at drawing the whole deranged "Steampunk!Vampire!Andy (clockwork arm included!)" thing that came up the last time I posted >_>

All of these are Ms. Sachs solo:

http://ashaelia.deviantart.com/art/Steampunk-Vampire-Andy-95527784
Gun? Check. Trenchcoat? Check. Filtered cigarette? Check. CLOCKWORK ARM?! Check!

http://ashaelia.deviantart.com/art/Steampunk-Vampire-Andy-pt-2-95528009
Miranda: "Why Andrea, what sharp teeth you have!"
Andy: "The better to go OM NOM NOM on your neck when we're making out in the back of my skycar!"
Miranda: *squees*
Andy: "...."
Miranda: "...."

[NUDITY] http://ashaelia.deviantart.com/art/DWP-AU-OMG-Tits-95528318
Yeah, I did this to try and figure out how her clockwork arm would work under the clothes and cloaks and gunfire. Her chest doesn't look right, but I really was more concerned about the arm. I'll worry more about the tatas when I start drawing t3h porn :3

Fear not! Silver Dragon!Miranda will be making an appearance soon enough! I just need to find some references for the dress I want her in... Also, a crack bunny bit me when I read "Hijink," so, um... might be some Get Smart/DWP fanart rolling in soon.

Feel free to crit my work, btw - if you see something off, please let me know!

In the meantime... I should probably go to bed. Or try writing this monstrosity for real, whichever (unless one of the far better authors here wants to take a crack at it >_>).

/ashes

ITS RAINING MOTIVATORS

2008-08-21T00:08:01Z

MORE BY THE GLO

hey lookit she used one of my pictures YAY!! it makes me feel whole

and then she made a wallpaper!!! wootage!!!

then i got cheeky and made this warning label for her...

yes i'm running very far now

Bumps in the Road, Part Two

2008-08-20T23:41:19Z

yep, I'm still totally rubbish at posting proper links to this fantastic board here. So I'll just mention that I posted the second parter of my nc-17 rated 'Bumps in the Road' story, which is a Mirandy story combined with some Emily/Serena fun. Maybe Nate and Christian should get it on...haven't decided yet;)

thanks to all those who commented on that last chapter. I was well touched! thank you again:)

Part 3 coming soon not to a theatre near you...

and ps: i'm guessing that there might be some more andy/emily paired stories in the nearish future? good golly, the rumor-mill is an interesting place these days!

Voyeur (6/?)

2008-08-20T22:18:50Z

Name: Voyeur
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Chapter: (6/?) (7-8)

I is evil...oh so evil...*breaks out into a dance routine*....I have come to the conclusion i'm evil in case you can't tell lol. I have never been accused of being evil so many times in one fic :P. its kinda cool lol!!

Anyway...the fic has gotten its own back on your behalf....I swear it was being intentionally difficult. I have been staring at it for the last few hours contemplating sending the comp flying through the window...talk about stressful lol!!! I hope its ok...the characterisation and such. It was very hard to decide how they would behave and to fight against my initial instinct...i want smut lol. but...I shall have to be patient...I think chapter 7 will be the smut fest...*grins*. It may take me tomoro and some of Friday to get it right and perfect it with everything else in my life going a bit crazy right now. But it will be up at the latest on Fri I promise!!!

okey dokey guys...i hope you like this chappie...*prays*.... http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4474912/6/

hugs

Flit xxx

Even More Motivators Brought to you by Glo

2008-08-20T18:36:59Z

MORE FROM GLO!

cause she's bored AND naughty

just a quick update

2008-08-20T08:43:51Z

I'm still plugging away at my TDWP/Mamma Mia! crossover, and it looks like it's going to take me quite sometime (weeks to a month) before it gets finished, but just to keep you excited, here's a fraction of the songs I'm going to use for my fic/musical. Everything else might be subject to change, but not these ones. :)

Rent (The Movie)--Take Me or Leave Me
Dirty Vegas (acoustic version)--Days Go By
Hairspray--Mama, I'm A Big Girl Now
John Mayer--Love Song For No One
Jimmy James--Fashionista
Wicked--What Is This Feeling?
Sunset Boulevard--As If We've Never Said Goodbye
Michael Buble--Save the Last Dance for Me

It's a mix of 70s and 80s songs, songs from musicals, and songs from the present, and while I have no idea why I picked all of them, they sound good and fit well with my intentions. If you can guess who sings what, or in what kind of scene this might fit in, I'll give you an online cookie! lol.

P.S.: Still taking suggestions for songs. :D

FIC Incomprehensible Desire 7: Erotically Chaste

2008-08-20T04:58:25Z

Title: Incomprehensible Desire 7: Erotically Chaste
Author: Eveh
Rating: R
Author's Note: Thank you all so much for your comments. I would say more but my brain isn't working so well right now. Forgive me.

Previous parts to Incomprehensible Desire can be found Here

Erotically Chaste

Miranda hung up her phone and then laid it down on the empty space beside her on her bed. She was fully dressed and ready for the long hours she would spend making Runway the best book in the business. She had made a valiant effort to try and sleep after Andrea had left her home. She had thrown away the empty wine bottle and had washed the wine glasses. She had made it to her bedroom and had carefully cleaned the makeup off of her face. She had donned her pajamas and then climbed into bed and closed her eyes. One solitary, measly, minute passed and her eyes opened again. She hadn't particularly liked what she had seen when her eyes had been shut. She stubbornly refused to allow herself to fall asleep with the image that was painted under the cover of her eyelids. The last thing she saw that night would not be the memory of Andrea leaning towards her to place a kiss on her cheek.

If she fell asleep with the reminiscences of Andrea's lips pressing against her flesh then she would inevitably dream about the young writer and that was unacceptable. Miranda couldn't just go around dreaming about some silly youthful woman, because Miranda didn't dream often, but when she did they were always laid out in the full spectrum of color and availed her to all of her senses. They were intense and vibrant and full of life. She always remembered her dreams; she had since she was a little girl.

The heightened state of being in her dream world would fill in the missing pieces that her brain refused to register while she had been awake. Miranda would remember the way the light had reflected off of Andrea's eyes and how she had seen her own reflection inside of them. She would remember the texture of Andrea's lips past their softness. She would remember the feel of Andrea's eyelash as it fluttered shut and then open against her heated skin. She would remember it all and then would be unable to forget that any of it had ever happened.

Every time Miranda blinked, the little bits of memory returned and it was as if she could remember nothing else. She sat up and got out of her bed. She walked towards her bathroom, shedding all of her clothes along the way. She opened the shower's glass door and then reached inside and turned the left knob as far as it would go. The water began to force through her ridiculously expensive shower head, and she stepped into its flow. It burned her skin and her body's first reaction was to preserve itself by jumping out of the scalding heat, but Miranda forced her body to still itself. She looked up directly into the tiny holes that released the heated water, daring it to make her move.

She gritted her teeth, putting all of her focus on denying herself a hint of mercy. She could feel the redness overtake her skin, hoping that it was somehow burning off the foolishness that had infected her. She stood as long as she could until she lost the battle against those small bits of empty space that pushed the water down to attack the surface of her body. Her right arm shakily reached out and turned on the cold water. It took a few moments, but the temperature of the water gradually evened out until it was cool enough to take away some of the heat on Miranda's overheated skin.

When her body had cooled and she no longer felt like she had stepped through firewater, she turned off the water and exited the shower. She ran a comb through her hair, straightening out the tangles that had somehow formed between the moment she had laid down to sleep and gotten up to forget. She stared at the reflection of her eyes in the mirror. She took an uneasy breath and then slowly closed her eyes as she had when she had tried to fall asleep. The picture under the cover of her eyelids had not changed. It wasn't going to. Her dreams would once again defy her will.

Miranda didn't bother to dry her hair or her body, and left her clothes forgotten on the floor. She went back to her bed and climbed into it, knowing she was too old to try and bate her dreams like a frightened child. So, Miranda closed her eyes and she forced herself to keep them shut. She would not run away from sleep.

It didn't take very long for Morpheus to overtake her. Her body was tired, and her mind was exhausted. She fell asleep, and as she already knew she would, she dreamt of Andrea. Her mind gave her back the intensity of emotion she had learned to block out while she was awake. It gave her Andrea's kiss without filters. It handed her a singular brief illusion of happiness.

She was asleep for three solid hours before she woke up at four in the morning. Her dreams had been pleasant, but a sudden anxiety attached itself to the inside of her chest and instead of dismissing it to grab back onto the sensation of an erotically chaste kiss, she once again removed herself from her bed and immediately towards the nearest phone, picked it up and then was dialing her daughter's cell phone number before her head had fully pushed away the haze of her emotion.

"Mom?"

Miranda began breathing again. "Yes, Darling."

"Is everything okay?" Caroline asked.

"You didn't call earlier so I wanted to check up on you and your sister," Miranda forced the worry out of her voice and effectively sounded as if she had called explicitly to chastise her daughters for their forgetfulness.

"But why are you calling so late?"

"I wanted to speak with you before the beginning of my busy day." Miranda was suddenly thankful for the five hour time difference between New York and Hawaii. "You know how busy my days can get."

"But isn't it, like, four in the morning there?"

Normally, Miranda respected Caroline's constant quest for knowledge. "Yes, it is." She found that respect did not exist at four in the morning. "Now, tell me how things are going with you and your sister."

She could hear Cassidy saying something in the background and then a rustling sound before Caroline's voice returned. "Mommy, I put you on speaker phone so we can both talk."

"We want to come home," Cassidy intercepted before Caroline had even finished talking. "Rayne wants us to go fishing tomorrow. She refuses to recognize that I'm a vegetarian now."

"Oh, so you decided to remain in the same school of thought as Ingrid Newkirk?"

"Mommy!" Miranda knew her daughter would realize she was not being complimented.

Miranda shook her head. "Cassidy, you know I will support whatever you decide to do." She had every confidence Cassidy would return back to normal once she was away from her father. "We can go ahead and give Marisela a vegetarian menu for you. I'll have Emily come up with a suitable one."

"I still like meat," Caroline bragged. "When we went to dinner tonight I ordered the biggest steak and ate it all."

"That's wonderful." Miranda knew her daughter well enough to know that Caroline hadn't eaten an ungodly amount of red meat in search of her mother's approval, but had instead done it with the simple motivation of annoying her sister. "How is everything else?"

"We went surfing today," Cassidy responded. "I was really good at it, but Caroline fell down a lot."

"I did not!" Caroline defended herself. "You kept pushing me off."

"No I didn't!" Cassidy riposted.

"Girls," Miranda warned. "I refuse to spend this time hearing you two bicker."

"Sorry Mommy." They both replied.

"How are you doing?" Caroline asked. "We read about the divorce," she mumbled.

Things had been finalized a long time ago. It had just taken a while for all the dotted lines to be properly signed. "I am doing quite well."

"Rayne said you eat men's souls, and that's why Stephen left," Cassidy rushed out, her words barely understandable.

"Shut up!" Miranda heard Caroline yell and something that sounded a lot like a slap.

"Caroline."

"What?"

"Apologize to your sister for hitting her."

"But..."

"Now."

Miranda could hear Caroline offer Cassidy an insincere apology. "Now," she cleared her throat. "Rayne does not know what she is talking about." And if she continued to talk to her girls about things she knew nothing about Miranda would see to it that Rayne would lose her ability to speak at all.

"We want to come home," Cassidy pleaded.

The pit of anxiety had not faded as she spoke to her daughters. She was convinced that they were doing well, and were not in any immediate danger, but that was no guarantee that their safety would carry on throughout the day. "If you still want to leave when you wake up in the morning then I will speak with your father about you coming home early."

And because her girls thought she controlled the universe, they cheered as if they were guaranteed tickets on the next plane heading towards New York. There was a knock in the background and then Miranda heard her ex-husband's voice telling Caroline and Cassidy that they should be in bed.

"But we're talking to Mom," Cassidy explained. "She wanted to talk to us before she did anything else."

Their father replied, but Miranda couldn't clearly hear what it was he said. Although, it did sound something like, 'isn't it four in the morning there?'.

"Your father is right," Miranda interrupted any protests her daughters could offer their father. "You should be sleeping."

"But Mommy..." Cassidy began, but Miranda would not let her finish.

"I need to get ready for work. My love to you both."

"Love you!" Her girls yelled. She hung up, satisfied with their conversation. She then made her way back to her bathroom and picked up her forgotten clothes along the way. She began readying herself for her day knowing that any chance she had at sleeping had already passed her by.

She took another shower, this one much less intense than the one she had taken a few hours prior. She had just finished getting dressed when she heard her phone ring a little after five. She almost assumed she was hearing things since she had already talked to her girls and they would be the only ones calling this early. She looked down at the caller ID and laughed aloud when she saw Andrea's name appear; her girls were no longer the only ones that dared take such personal liberties.

When she answered the phone, Miranda made sure to make herself sound properly put out, and she made sure to hang up abruptly without any useless lingering over goodbyes. Miranda had even feigned a yawn. It wouldn't do for Andrea to know that she was wide awake after a restless night. Andrea might get the wrong idea and assume that the reason Miranda hadn't slept had something to do with her. Andrea wouldn't know that Miranda often didn't sleep well, she would believe that she had in some way affected Miranda, and that simply was not the case.

Miranda now looked down at the phone that had offered a brief reprieve from the anxiety inside of her, and for some idiotic reason she wanted to pick it back up and dial Andrea's number. She wanted to say...things to Andrea that would somehow make Andrea's day okay again. She wanted to let Andrea know that the grief that accompanied the loss of a relationship didn't last forever, because Miranda suspected this was the first time Andrea had exited a relationship still loving the person she had been with, but hadn't loved enough to stay with.

Instead of taking the risk of saying anything, Miranda removed herself from the temptation. She left her bedroom, walked down to the first floor of her home, and again began focusing on the day ahead of her. She worked on the minute details of her job until Roy was outside of her home ready to take her into work.

She kept herself busy the entire day, creating more chaos inside of an already dynamic environment, and when others found that they couldn't keep up with her pace she criticized them for their incompetence. If she could get up at four in the morning after having slept only a few hours, and accomplish the amount of work she had then everyone else should be able to do something as simple as being able to adjust to a few simple changes on their schedules. Everyone was simply acting as if she had asked them to perform a task involving a needle and a haystack.

Emily was proving to be completely useless without a second assistant, and Nigel was having one of his fits again since she still absolutely refused to talk to him about Andrea's article. She had told him to take care of it, not to run to her with his questions. She already had enough distractions with the covert rumblings that were springing up about Irv and his broken ego. He was still trying to show her that he was in charge and that she was a dying breed. He failed to understand that she was not like the racehorse being ridden until it was no longer profitable, but instead she was like the gambler that bet their life savings on every race and, to her great fortune, she hadn't lost in a very long time.

Irv could, and would be replaced. Eventually, he would be forced to retire and would be supplanted by another man in a suit that had convinced a room dominated by greedy men that Irv no longer suited their purposes. Miranda had lived through the cyclical changes of the boardroom repeatedly unscathed. Above everything, Miranda was a survivor, and Irv, simply, was not. He was too scared to risk everything for the chance of being victorious. Miranda suspected Irv was a terrible poker player.

Miranda let the hours of the day tick by, and paid little attention to them. She worked until she felt she had accomplished enough to wipe away the weaknesses she had started to show. Miranda knew there was not a single person within Runway that believed she was publishing Andrea's article on the merits of the work. They could not question the quality of it, but they knew that Miranda was granting someone a favor that did not rightfully deserve one. They expected cruelty but saw compassion instead. Rumors started filtering through their hedonistic pores and they made speculations that ranged from Miranda being near death to somehow having been blackmailed by a hideous secret Andrea had learned during her tenure at Runway.

Miranda did not leave work until the Book had been ready. She told Emily to forget about picking up the dry cleaning and returned home alone. Her phone rang as soon as she opened her front door. It was the girls' father, and she had to force herself to answer the phone.

"Hello."

"The girls said you were buying them tickets to come home early."

"I told them I would talk to you about it." The girls had called her as soon as they had woken up demanding she buy them tickets home. She had not outright refused their request.

"Well, I don't think they should leave yet."

She had loved the girls' father at one time, but at the moment she couldn't remember why. "They are obviously not enjoying themselves."

"They're not giving Rayne a chance, Miranda."

"Don't be ridiculous, the girls have simply realized what everyone else in the world except you have; Rayne is a sophomoric opportunist who loves you about as much as I do."

"Miranda, you should be careful about judging Rayne since the news of your third divorce is still selling papers."

Miranda remembered that she had chosen looks over personality when she had pursued a relationship with him. "If you consider the truth to be judgmental then so be it."

"I thought you weren't going to interfere, Miranda." His voice was getting louder. "We agreed you would give Rayne a chance."

Miranda made her way through the house, dropping the Book off in her study as she went. "I agreed to no such thing. I only said that I would not speak ill of her to the girls, and I have not done that. It is unfortunate that you cannot tell me Rayne has shown me the same respect."

"What are you talking about, Miranda?"

"Did you think I would not hear about her belittling me in front of my children? Did she honestly think she could win their favor by insulting me?"

"Miranda I..."

"No, no," she interrupted him. "I will not listen to your excuses. Say what you will about my parting with Stephen, but at least you know that while the girls were around him he wasn't cursing your name. You know I would not allow that."

"Miranda..."

She had heard enough from him. "It is time for Caroline and Cassidy to return home, Alain. Emily has already forwarded you their flight information." She ended the call, and then returned to the Book. Alain did not call back; her girls would be home by tomorrow evening.

Miranda carried on with her night, and even cooked herself something to eat, making a little extra telling herself it was just in case she got hungry later. She resisted her body's urge to rest as the night wore on, until she could no longer put up a fight. As she laid down onto her bed, she looked over at her phone and then to the clock on her nightstand. It was after one in the morning. Andrea had not shown up at her doorstep and she had not called. And Miranda told herself that Andrea's absence didn't affect her at all. Andrea, with her silly confessions and ridiculous apologies, could not affect her. Miranda was a grown woman who had no time to pay any attention to her dreams.

I have a question....

2008-08-20T04:16:01Z

I was wondering- how many pixels should a header be for your journal? Also, how do you put it up there?

Btw, I know this is a little off-topic, but I promise it WILL have a picture from DWP on it, so maybe that counts...also, I didn't know where else people were intelligent enough to know how to do that.

Also, my fic "What's Missing From Her Life" will be updated in a few days. I know it's been a few, but I've been having to do work and stuff. ) :

Thanks!

I was wondering...

2008-08-20T03:15:56Z

Do you think it's fine/fair/ok if there was some fanfictions posted in other language than english? I know alot of fans here speak english as a second or even third language and they come up with incredible fanfics, although I was wondering how many people here would not mind to read fics in other language? It's easier to write so the author can express better etc, etc... I would love to share stories in french, anyone interested to read? The names of characters do not change (they sometimes do in movies). Who else would like to write in X language?
If this is not allowed, it's cool! :)

MOTIES

2008-08-20T01:38:59Z

made by glo and endorsed by EVERYONE.. (and her cleavage) *RUNS FOR THE HILLS*

this one is by ceeking over on j7

Just Wondering

2008-08-19T23:32:54Z

Since we are on the subject of Mirandy. ;) I was wondering if anyone was interested in or already completed a fanfic to this effect:

*AU Warning*

Miranda either has always wanted to be a teacher or on a whim decides she wants to be one. She has the power to just take off for a year and decides she wants to go somewhere where no one would really recognize her-Ohio, that's where she meets Andy.(You can twist it however you see fit . I had this idea in my head while walking to class yesterday and I thought how wonderful it would be to have interesting it would be to have Miranda Priestly as my professor. I know there are some phenominal writers that will do this justice if picked up.

**Finally gots me a profile Squee!**

~Crow~
-Professional lurker and self-proclaimed educated slacker

Voyeur (5/?)

2008-08-19T21:11:17Z

Name: Voyeur
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Chapter(5/?) (7-8--yep its gone up lol)

Finally with the infamous chapter 5....*delivers to your door*.... :D. ding dong...merrily on high lol. God i'm hungry. *prepares to hurry for food*.
RIght here you go peeps...Warning: worst cliff hanger yet..read at own risk...*giggles*. I really should hunt out ma horns...i feel really evil writing this fic with all these cliffies lol.

la di da di da....here it is....enjoy :- http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4474912/5/Voyeur ...no hurting me once you've finished lol. I hope you like this as much as the last :).

Hugs

Flit xxxx

FIC: Green With Envy - Chapter Three

2008-08-19T17:56:59Z

Dear readers,

Just to warn everyone, while there's a chance that Chapter Four can be finished and posted by Thursday, there will be no new chapters until the week of September 8th at the earliest, as I will be out of town and not writing.

So I hope that all my readers, who have responded so excellently to this series, can tide themselves over with the many other fine stories in this community.

Sincerely, Allaine
______________________________

Chapter 3

Harley Quinn bounced into the rec room at just after one p.m., having finished her one-on-one therapy session. Which gave her two hours of "free time" until the group session. Free time, hah! What the heck was so free about it? If it was really free time, she wouldn't be stuck in here while Mistah J was out gallivantin'! Probably painting the town O-positive red, even though his little lovemuffin was stuck in the big joint. What a trooper!

With her Puddin' on the out and her on the in, Harley immediately set Option #2 into effect - hang out with Red, her bestest galpal in the whole wide world. She musta been a saint in a past life to have both the love of her life and a true-blue BFF. (Cuz she sure wasn't a saint in this one!)

She drooped, though, when Red wasn't there. Just a bunch of the garden-variety loonies and a crowd of people around the Mad Hatter. "Another edition of Page Six and Seven-Eighths, huh, Professor Crane?" she said.

"Page what?" the scrawny little man next to her asked. He was much shorter when he wasn't dressed like the Scarecrow and spraying fear-inducing chemicals on people. Never cross Professor Crane - or he won't invite you to his annual Halloween bash.

"Let me guess, you read the Times."

"How did you know, Harley?"

Ugh. They didn't even have funny papers in the Times. "What I meant was, I guess Jervis has the new dish?" The Mad Hatter was a notorious gossip maven.

"Ah." He suddenly got a very crafty look in his eyes. "Yes, Jervis is all atwitter with the news. I take it you haven't heard?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Apparently Poison Ivy is seeing someone."

"Red's dating?" Harley squeaked, surprised. "Not Harv again?"

"No," Crane said, still watching her intently. "Not a criminal at all, it seems! A young woman named Andrea. She actually came to visit Pammy today."

Harley nodded. Except for Red's occasional weakness for men like Harvey Dent, she didn't think much of "male meatbags". It wasn't exactly a shock to hear Red was leaning the other way for the moment. All those times she wanted to "experiment" . . . She brightened. Hey, maybe she could double date with Red now!

"That's not even the half of it," Crane told her. "Paul overheard Ivy say that her last escape from Bellevue was to be with this Andrea girl."

"Really? Huh," Harley said. When they'd broken out together last week, Ivy hadn't said anything about it to her . . .

"Aaand," Crane added, "Ivy has a sister."

"Sure, who doesn't?" Harley said absently. Why had Red told her she was going to work on some kind of formula that would make grass emit toxic fumes when it was cut, if she was actually shacking up with . . . "Ivy has living relatives?" Some people didn't even think she had human relatives!

"Mmm-hmm," Crane said, looking pleased. "Named Patricia. Evidently Ivy introduced Andrea to her."

Harley stared at him. Red never, EVER talked about her family. Not even Harley knew anything about them, after a thousand conversations. But some girl Ivy barely knew, someone she had just met, learns the darkest, secretest stuff?

Or maybe Ivy hadn't just met her. Maybe Ivy had lied to Harley on other occasions too. Maybe they'd been rumpling each other's sheets for months. Years. And Red had never seen fit to share with her.

"Yeah, well, uh, I'm sure Pammy will give me the 411 when I see her later," Harley muttered.

"Where is she anyway?" Crane asked innocently.

Visibly upset, Harley stormed past him and went to sulk miserably in the corner. She didn't even hear him murmur clinically, "Moderate distress, quite satisfying, must explore further".
_________________________________

Disconsolate, Andrea stood on the step outside Miranda's townhouse and rang the bell. She couldn't do it. She couldn't hide this from Miranda. Not something like this. It was very possible that Miranda soon would drive her to tears - not much of a challenge, considering her emotional state at the moment - and reduce her to a pile of ash before sweeping her out with the rest of the refuse, but at least it wouldn't be because of a lie.

And at least it would have ended before things actually led any place serious.

Leaving her to be haunted by the spectre of "what if?". Big improvement.

As the door opened, Miranda needed a fraction of an instant to look at her and say, "What's wrong?"

"Not out here," Andrea said.

Miranda narrowed her eyes and impatiently gestured for her to enter. "Where are the twins?" Andrea asked as she crept past.

"In bed," Miranda said. "What has Pamela done this time?"

Andrea blinked. "How - how did you - "

"You look like hell, and you insisted on privacy. Considering you impaled yourself on her radar just the other day, it's a fair assumption. So spit it out, what has she done?"

"She - " Andrea winced and took a deep breath. "She wants me to pretend to be her girlfriend so she can make Harley Quinn jealous."

Miranda stared at her for a few moments. "Excuse me?" she finally whispered.

"She seems to think that if Harley finds out she has competition for Ivy's attention, she'll dump her boyfriend - "

"Small chance of that," Miranda said with an ugly sneer. "As I assume you're aware, the man is a complete psychopath. If Quinn hasn't stopped loving him yet, she won't stop now."

Great. It was nice to know that you weren't even going to succeed at what you'd been coerced into doing.

"You'll just have to say no to her," Miranda added.

Andrea laughed helplessly. "No? Are you kidding? I already said yes, Miranda!"

If it wasn't so terrifying, it would be impressive to watch as Miranda's expression changed to sheer fury in milliseconds. "You what?"

"What was I supposed to do?" Andrea asked. "She said I could either do it for her as a favor, or as a threat! Please, Miranda, explain to me how I turn down a short-tempered murderer."

Miranda scowled so fiercely at her that Andrea was surprised she wasn't turned to stone. "You could have come to me first, Andrea. I would have - "

"Miranda," Andrea said. "If you couldn't keep her from hiding here for a couple days, I doubt you could have kept her from this."

"I would have stopped this," Miranda retorted. "She's gone too far this time. Lassoing you into this hopeless errand . . . this is why she did what she did, you know."

"What?" Andrea asked, confused by the sudden change in direction.

"Why she spoke to you the other night," Miranda said acidly. "I wondered at the time what passing fancy moved her to be so helpful. Obviously she hoped you and I would begin - seeing each other, so she could drive us apart again."

"I don't think - "

"She's been whining about that blonde tasseled twit for ages," Miranda snarled. "It's a clear sign of her mental deterioration that she remains fixated on a masochistic delusional airhead who she can't get past second base with. And only now she comes up with this absurd plan worthy of a high school cheerleader? No, Andrea. It's all about her being a bitter, vengeful harpy who wants me to be as alone as she is." She placed her hands on her hips and sighed. "Well," she added. "She won't be getting that satisfaction from ME."

Andrea felt her chest loosen slightly. It didn't sound like Miranda was going to call this thing between them off. In fact, it sounded like there was a new reason for it to continue - to thwart her sister's "scheme". "So what am I going to do then?" she asked cautiously.

Miranda frowned thoughtfully. "Have she set her farce in motion yet?"

"Oh, yeah," Andrea sighed. "By now that entire psych ward is talking about how we had a conjugal visit in a rubber room today . . . which we did not do, of course!" she added quickly. "We just made it look that way."

"Mmm," Miranda said. "So she may already be finished with you. Or she may not. You'll just have to make sure she knows that we're still together." She smiled. "That will lodge quite painfully in her craw, I expect."

"I guess."

"You guess?"

"Whether it's love or an obsession, I think Pamela really does want this Harley girl very badly," Andrea said. "And she DID help bring us together, for whatever reason. Part of me wants her to succeed, I suppose."

"Don't feel sorry for her," Miranda warned her. "Don't pity her. Don't ever make that mistake. Or she'll tear you to pieces. Pamela is an animal, Andrea. A rabid dog. Always remember that."

Andrea nodded. "Yes, Miranda," she said, feeling calm now. Maybe this would all turn out for the best now.

You just had to think that, didn't you?

TBC

Roundup for August 11 to 17

2008-08-19T15:28:25Z

hiya guys! Just got back from vacation i'm here again for the weekly roundup of posts here in our beloved community. It seems I have a lot to catch up on myself. anyways, moving on...

FIC

* Spandex and Tweed by peppuuch
* Full Plastic Jacket by ll_alleycat
* After Me by jelly_belly99
* Drabble Challenge by whitelder
* Must I Spell It Out For You by eriknannie4evr
* Surprise by barnaby317
* Paris (Sequel to Surprise) by barnaby317

UPDATES
* Part 4 and Part 5 of Incomprehensible Desire by evehs_lullaby, in progress
* Chapter 4 of It's All Relative by hawkbehere, in progress
* Part 2 of A Test of Loyalty by tv_queen, in progress
* Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 of Believe by yeaxronniekinx, in progress
* Part 3 and Part 4 of No Matter The Miles by grdnofevrythng, in progress
* Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 of Green With Envy by allaine77, in progress
* Part 9 and Part 10 of The Princess and the Ice Queen by kdsusa3, in progress
* Part 9 of What's Missing From Her Life by jesi176082, in progress
* Part 1 and Part 2 of Hijink (DWP and Get Smart crossover) by random_flores, in progress
* Part 2 of Superhero by dressed_inbrown, in progress
* Chapter 1, Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 of Voyeur by flitterbug18, in progress
* Chapters 1 to 4 of Tainted Crossing by melanacious, in progress

ART

* Vampire!Andy fanart by ashaelia
* A small Miranda manip by sweet_hamster
* TDWP wallpaper/manip by xxtorchxx
* even more motivators by azarove
* more movie quotes series by azarove
* new picture by radak
* wallpapers by azarove
* Voyeur-inspired wallpaper by azarove

VID

* Femmslash Miranda/Andy videos by kitnkabootle
* Mirandy videos by Angara by azarove
* HSM/DWP crossover (short) by pixellatedsoul
* The Devil's Fall from Grace by kitnkabootle
* Where She Stood by myagedparchment
* Duex (funny voiceover) by pixellatedsoul
* Where Em Stood by azarove
* Incomprehensible Desire-inspired vid by evehs_lullaby

MISC

* Screencaps by milady86
* Songvid challenge by azarove
* questions for DWP/Mamma Mia crossover by cannonball_312
* beta help by azarove

Previous roundup: August 4 to 10

Next roundup will be on August 25. See you then.

Is everyone drinking the same water?

2008-08-19T05:48:16Z

Hey...first time poster here.

Anyways, I've been reading DWP fics for a while now and I was wondering why is Andy becoming a mom in a lot of the recent fics? I don't have a problem with it, I'm just wondering as a reader, why that sort of plot line appeals to an author? Is it an easier way to kindle Miranda and Andy's relationship or is it just there to add an element of pizzaz to a story or what exactly?

dvlwears_prada @ 2008-08-18T20:40:00

2008-08-19T00:43:33Z

Hey all,

I've finally gotten up the courage to post something on this whole DWP femslash thread...unfortunately, I'm still a bit lost as to how to put it on here in its fullest form without taking up too much space. In the meantime, the first part of 'Bumps in the Road' is over at my LiveJournal.

Voyeur (4/?)

2008-08-18T22:31:21Z

Name: Voyeur
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Chapter:(4/?) (6-7)

Tis the next chapter peeps...a mixture of begging gifts and treats meant I dragged ma laptop home with me lol. CHECK out the pic :D http://community.livejournal.com/dvlwears_prada/244703.html done by azarove...I IS SO HAPPY lol!!!

So yep...this one comes with a smothering of smut in it lol....couldn't resist lol.

What a day...i'm home with ma parents for the week...i tell you when you've lived away from home its hard to go back. I think I will be helping with the household tidying tomorrow :s...i shall stick the mamma mia sound track on...should make it bearable lol. I have been showing my mum the famous dancing queen clip where she does the splits while jumping on the bed and sliding down the banistairs. Meryl is the same age as my mum...mum couldn't believe it...that woman is amazing!!!.

AAnyway lol hope this starts everyones week off in a good mood :). enjoy: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4474912/4/Voyeur :) (all previous chaps under same link)

Update

2008-08-18T19:07:33Z

Title: A Test of Loyalty
Rating: PG
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Summary: Miranda does something unlike herself to win back her gay readers after a particular article posted about her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Miranda or Andy

A/N: I'm sorry it's taken me a while to update; I've been struck by writer's block.

“Andrea…” Her name was said all too sweetly for her to trust the situation was good. Andy scurried into Miranda’s office with her notebook and pen. “Andrea, you failed to remind me of my appointment with Irv this morning.” Andy looked mortified.

“Oh my god, Miranda I am so s-” Miranda cut her off with a single finger in the air.

“I think that this is getting to be a problem.” Andy looked at her slack jawed.

“This meaning… ?” She was a little angry to be honest with herself; Andy didn’t want to loose Miranda in any way.

“This…” Miranda signaled between them and sighed. “Maybe it was a bad idea.” Andy bit the inside of her cheek.

“I thought it was going rather well, but if you think it’s a bad idea…” Andy couldn’t help it; her eyes were already brimmed with tears. “I honestly can’t imagine going back to the way it was.” She let a tear slip and she caught it up with her finger tip. Miranda sighed an “oh”.

“Don’t cry, Andrea. It doesn’t have to go back to the way it was.” Miranda fingers splayed across her forehead as her thumb pressed to her temple. “It just seems that you are getting distracted from your work. I can’t have you forgetting to remind me of important follow up meetings with my boss. That’s my ass on the line.” Andy smiled and nodded in understanding.

“I did get a little distracted, but not because of our friendship. If anything, this is helping me stay on track. I don’t want to disappoint you.” Miranda smirked, opened her mouth to speak then closed it with a “hmm”.

“We can go to dinner and talk about what’s distracting you.” Miranda kept her attention towards her laptop and other work on her desk. She tried so hard to show that she wasn’t so interested in if Andy said yes or no.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.” Andy’s voice was warm as well as her smile. Miranda finally made eye contact again and found it hard to look away. There was such acceptance and eagerness in the young woman’s eyes.

“You can come home with me and we’ll head over to…” Miranda paused in mid sentence and fidgeted with her fingers slightly. “Where would you like to eat?” Andy was a little surprised, but she remembered that this is a side of Miranda that she’s never seen before. Andy rounded Miranda’s desk and leaned against the edge. The younger woman’s hips so happened to be in Miranda’s line of vision, making the silver haired woman clear her throat and drag her eyes back up to Andy’s.

“Why don’t you choose? You know where all the great places are. What are you in the mood to eat?” Miranda averted her eyes for a brief second to Andy’s thighs then away to her laptop screen.

“I feel like having some Ethiopian food.” Andy chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Ethiopian’s eat?” Miranda looked up at Andy with a raised eyebrow, only to swat Andy on the thigh.

“That was cruel, Andrea; besides they do eat, just not with utensils.” With a laugh, Andy uncrossed her arms, braced herself, and jumped up on the desk. Miranda watched as Andy crossed her legs. “If anyone where to walk into this office, they would be shocked to see what I let you get away with.” Andy hummed in contentment.

“Yes, but I’m special.” Miranda nodded, but she agreed to easily.

“Yes, yellow school bus special.” Andy jaw dropped with a gasp. Miranda chuckled and rested a hand on Andy’s thigh. The younger woman smiled when she felt Miranda’s warm fingers just below the hem of her skirt. With a pat, Miranda awkwardly removed her hand. At that moment Emily rushed in as fast as she could on crutches, shooting Andy a look of contempt.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Miranda.” Miranda reached out, unseen by Emily, and tugged on Andy’s boot to get her down. The younger woman slid off the desk and walked around to the front of the office. “Irv is here to see you.” Miranda risked a glance at Andy and saw how apologetic the young woman really was.

“Send him in, that’s all.” Emily limped out of the office while Andy stood behind. Miranda winked her way. “Talk to you later.” Andy smiled softly and walked out of the office. Andy watched as Irv stormed into Miranda’s office.

“Miranda, I don’t appreciate being stood up.” Andy winced as soon as she heard Irv’s tone. “This is going to go on my head,” she thought.

“I apologize deeply Mr. Ravitz. It simply slipped my mind. I was looking over the book from last night and I forgot.” With a gasp, realization dawned on Andy that Miranda was taking the fall. Nigel walked in just then with a portfolio gripped loosely in his hand. He paused when he saw Irv pacing around before Miranda.

“What’s going on?” Nigel leaned against Emily’s desk. Emily looked from Andy to Nigel and back again.

“Miranda’s taking the blame for Andy’s mistake.” Nigel’s eyes went wide and he looked over at Andy.

“Andy?” The woman in question looked up with a guilty sensation that she couldn’t explain.

“Yes?” Nigel squinted his eyes in thought.

“Are you blackmailing our boss?” Andy threw a glare at him then turned to her computer.

“What’s going on between you two?” Emily made her way to Andy’s desk. “You were the one who fucked that up, not her. Why did she take the blame?” Andy snorted and shrugged.

“She likes me better than you?” With a glare, Emily hobbled back to her seat. Nigel chuckled softly.

“Children, children.” Emily rolled her eyes.

“Quit being so juvenile, Andy; I’ve known her longer anyway.” Andy couldn’t help herself, she let out a chuckle while sticking her tongue out. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re girlfriend would love that.” The brunette gasped and snorted. Nigel shuddered with disgust and stared wide eyed at Emily.

“OMGod! How did you know!?!” Emily turned back to her Imac with a scowl.

“You were sitting on her desk and she had her hands all over you.” Andy went slack jawed. Nigel put up a hand and huffed.

“I’ve had enough.” With that he walked out of the office leaving the girls to argue.

“She did not!” Emily faced Andy and gave her that mirrored Miranda’s usual look of irritation. “She patted me on the thigh. Anyway, it’s not like that.” Andy attempted to return to her work, but failed miserably.

“Riiiight, whatever you say.” Andy rolled her eyes.

“Ptsh!” Finally able to recommence with her work, Andy turned back to the computer screen and focused. She was able to organize the entire Winter Gala, schedule Miranda’s time for the following month, and was able to narrow down which restaurants Miranda might want to go to. Andy saw a pale hand pass in front of her and realized she zoned out when she ran out of things to do. Her attention was drawn back to the person in front of her. Miranda Priestly stood there looking highly amused as watched Andy sit there with her head in her hand. The silver haired woman rested her hands on the desk, hovering over Andy.

“Do you often drool when you day dream?” Andy glared and passed a finger over the corners of her mouth to make sure she was just joking.

“Hello, nice to see you again too.” With an evil smirk, Miranda rested her palms on the desk lowering her torso slightly. Andy glanced towards Miranda’s not fully buttoned blouse, on her way down to the desk, and proved her thoughts right, they were magnificent. The older woman’s smirk turned into a full blown grin.

“Or were you just fantasizing about me?” Miranda chuckled when Andy’s jaw very nearly hit the desk when she slipped off her hand. When she stood, Andy took the little time to compose herself. “Just a joke, of course.” Miranda retrieved her own coat and bag and tossed Andy’s belongings on her desk. “Let’s go say good bye to the twins.” Andy gathered her stuff and helplessly followed the sashay of Miranda’s hips. It was a silent trip to the town house, with the exception of Miranda humming “Super Trouper” softly to herself. Andy kept stealing glances at the dragon lady while she stared out the window. “She must have recently watched Mamma Mia.” Andy thought with a smile.

“What are you humming?” Andy decided to play stupid. Miranda turned to her with a sad smirk.

“It’s called Super Trouper, by Abba. It’s the girl’s lullaby. Or was the girl’s lullaby, before they decided they were to grown for it.” Andy reached over and stroked Miranda’s arm and pulled back when Miranda turned to her sharply. However she turned to her, the look on Miranda’s face showed nothing but acceptance. Feeling brave, Andy reached over again and rested her hand on Miranda’s. With a smirk, Miranda gently squeezed the fingers that slipped between her forefinger and thumb. “They’re growing up.” Miranda pulled away slowly. “It’s a rarity when they do want me to tuck them in and sing to them; usually, that’s when they’re sick.” Miranda turned to look out the window once more.

“There’s so much to learn about you.” Without thinking, Andy let it slip and prayed she wouldn’t be punished for it. Instead of being the Ice Queen she always portrays, Miranda simply nodded.

“Indeed, there is.” Andy hummed and wrung her hands nervously when they pulled up to the town house. The first to get out was Andy; she made her way around the car and opened the door for Miranda. Andy extended her hand to help the woman up and to her surprise, Miranda actually took it. Once she was out of the car she stuck her head in and said a brief goodnight to Roy and shut the door. Andy allowed Miranda to lead the way. As soon as they came in the door they were bombarded by two overtly eager 11 year olds.

“Mom!” Caroline, Andy assumed, hugged Miranda around the waist and Cassidy reached over and kissed her mother hello. When their greetings were done with, both girls looked at Andy. “Why is she here?” Caroline’s attitude left Andy feeling like Miranda just ripped through her. Miranda looked back at Andy with apologetic eyes.

“She’s going to have dinner with me, she’s mommy’s friend.” When Miranda turned back to her twins, Andy grinned. Caroline shrugged and Cassidy looked back and forth from Miranda to Andy as a knowing smile erupted on her face.

“When is Daddy coming?” Caroline checked her watch.

“He should be here soon.” Miranda reached out and brushed back strawberry blond hair and tucked it behind Cassidy’s ear. “You have everything packed? You have to make sure you have all your school books and your homework assignments.” Caroline patted the bags at the base of the stairs.

“Got everything, Mom.” With a reassured smile, Miranda reached out and hugged her daughters tightly. A horn sounded loudly outside and the girls scurried to put their bags on. “See ya, Mommy.” Miranda sighed softly, barely audible, but Andy heard it.

“Bye Mom!” Miranda leaned over and kissed her daughters on their precious, pink, rose bud lips.

“Bye darlings… behave.” Miranda watched her girls run out the door and drive off. “I’ll never get used to them going.” She turned to Andy. “Just you and me, then” Miranda reached out and tugged on Andy’s jacket. “Let’s go. I’ve changed my mind about what I want to eat.” With a chuckle, Andy followed Miranda out the door. Driving down the street in a convertible Porsche with Miranda Priestly as the driver is quite scary. The car doesn’t feel very safe, and Miranda has road rage. “No wonder she doesn’t drive during the day; traffic would be her reason for murder,” Andy thought with a chuckle. “What are you laughing at?” Miranda glanced at her then kept her eyes on the road a head of her.

“You have a terrible temper.” Miranda smiled and rolled her eyes.

“At least I’m not shouting obscenities outside my car window.” Andy giggled at the thought.

“No, but honking your horn for three full seconds is just as bad.” Miranda snorted and pulled into a McDonalds drive through. Andy took one look at where they were and submitted into a fit of hysterics. Miranda stared at her with a smile plastered to her face.

“I don’t see what’s so funny.” Andy tried to speak, but only made it worse for herself. “What?” Miranda was now chuckling softly; Andy’s laughing was infectious.

“This…” Andy took a deep breath. “Is what you wanted to eat?” Miranda raised an eyebrow as she pulled up to take her order.

“Hi, welcome to Mc-“ Miranda immediately cut her off.

“I’ll have a number one with a medium coke.” Miranda turned to Andy and tapped her on the thigh. “What do you want?” Andy tried to stifle a chuckle.

“Same.” With that, Andy burst into hysterics once more.

“Two number ones with two medium cokes.” Miranda waited impatiently for the server to repeat the order to her.

“Ok, that’ll b-“

“Bore someone else with your details.” Miranda drove to the next window receiving a gasp from the girl who stood there.

“You’re Miranda Priestly!” Miranda rolled her eyes in annoyance with both Andy who wouldn’t shut up and the girl who seemed to want to kiss Miranda rather than do her job and serve her food. Miranda handed the shivering girl her debit card.

“Make it quick.” The girl, if anything, took more time trying to hurry up. She dropped the card twice, once outside the window making Miranda get out and get it herself. “We will see if I ever come here again. I will call your manager and report you.” Miranda’s empty threats left Andy shaking with silent laughter. Miranda drove to the next window and snatched the bag away from the skinny boy standing there. Andy sunk in her seat, not being able to control her laughter. Miranda took the drinks from the boy and sped off. Glancing at Andrea put her in a good mood all over again.

“Why are you laughing at me?” Andy had to gasp for air.

“Did you memorize the menu?” Andy began to shake uncontrollably, again. Miranda tried so hard to purse her lips seriously but an awkward yet cute smirk came of it.

“I just know what I like.” Andy inhaled deeply and sighed.

“Apparently you like Big Macs.” Andy laughed again bringing Miranda along with her. When they pulled up to the house, both women’s spirits where high and their eyes shone with unshed tears of laughter. Miranda led them into the living room where the fire was crackling and the room was comfortable. Miranda dropped off the food and drinks on the coffee table.

“I’ll be right back.” Miranda left Andy to look around, but instead of sticking her nose into everything she settled down on the floor and watched the fire. Miranda returned with two plates and utensils. Andy pointed at the utensils.

“What are those for?” Miranda chose to set them up before answering.

“For eating.” Miranda was always sarcastic, queen of sarcasm in fact. Andy mocked Miranda while the woman in question gracefully swooped down on the floor. Miranda cut her burger into quarters and stabbed a fork into one of the quarters.

“What do you think you are doing?!” Miranda looked up in shock. Andy reached over, grabbed one of Miranda’s quarters and put it right in front of the older woman’s lips. Miranda rolled her eyes and sighed. When she realized Andy would not back down, she delicately took hold of Andy’s wrist and took a small bite. Her bottom lip accidentally brushed against Andy’s thumb. “Thank you! That’s how you eat a burger.” Miranda smirked and licked her lips.

“Really? I wasn’t aware…” Andy took a bite of her big Mac and some of the special sauce smeared on the corner of her mouth. Miranda smiled warmly as she reached over and wiped, gently, at Andy’s mouth. Without thinking, Andy leaned in to Miranda’s touch. When Miranda pulled away, it caught Andy’s attention. They sat in silence, looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Andy felt a warmth spread over her as her heart raced. Miranda felt panicked, but not in the bad way one would expect. At that moment, Miranda’s cell phone rang. Frantic, Miranda searched her person for her phone.

“Hello girls.” Miranda got up and began walking around while talking to her daughters. “Well, alright, if you’re tucked in.” Miranda began to sing “Super Trouper” for Caroline and Cassidy while Andy listened in. When the call was ended, Andy and Miranda finished their meals, neither mentioning what happened or what nearly happened. And when they said their goodbyes, Miranda dared to lean in and kiss Andy on the cheek. With a whispered “bye” they parted until the next day of work together.

Video Request

2008-08-18T15:21:38Z

I was wondering if someone would be able to make a miranda/andy video to Katy Perry's Song "I Kissed a Girl"
My own video-making skills are absolutely abysmal, and that's why i'm asking.
whenever i hear that song it makes me think of a mirandy situation, but one where either miranda or andy are still in denial and are still with their respective partners.
make of it what you will, it was an idea i was eager to see made into a video, how my skills being sadly lacking i thought i'd through it out there and see if any of you talented people would play about with it!

thanks!!

dvlwears_prada @ 2008-08-18T14:53:00

2008-08-18T13:00:58Z

I made some icon.
I hope you like them.

[0-17] - The devil wears prada.

Sample:

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-Credit if you take
-Comments are nice
-Visit my journal if you want it.

OT Lotto

2008-08-18T06:33:25Z

FIC: Incomprehensible Desire 6: All It Meant

2008-08-18T06:09:37Z

Title: Incomprehensible Desire 6: All It Meant
Author: Eveh
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own The Devil Wears Prada.
Author’s Note: Thank you for all of your comments. They are very much appreciated.

Previous parts can be found Here

All It Meant

There were thousands upon thousands of moments Andy could relive through her mind’s eye, but she couldn’t recall any one of them outside of the singular moment that kept replaying in her head. She could no longer remember her favorite professor's name. She could no longer remember her best friend from high school. She could no longer recall anything that happened before or immediately after she had stepped into Miranda's house that night.

All she could remembered was that her eyes had rebelliously focused on Miranda’s alcohol flushed cheek. Her legs pushed her forward, first one step and then another. Her tongue moistened her lips. Her torso leaned forward. Her lips made contact with Miranda’s pale skin. Her eyes closed. Her heart stopped. Her complicated life disappeared.

Then, she remembered that her eyes opened, and she pulled away from Miranda knowing that she had drunk too much alcohol. She put her wine glass on the nearest even surface, and then left Miranda’s home before Miranda’s blue eyes turned her into ice with their anger and she would lose her ability to flee. And now, as Andy laid atop her bed, all her brain could remember was standing in Miranda’s home blabbering on like an idiot about her personal life and then for some reason thinking it would be awful nice to just kiss Miranda’s cheek before she left.

Oddly, it wasn’t the kiss that really freaked her out, although that freaked her out plenty. What really had her shaken up and feeling like Gumby was that the simple act of being with Miranda had actually made her feel better. She had felt better after she had knocked on Miranda’s door to demand a job. She had felt better after she had Miranda read her article for the first time, and she had felt better from having spoken to Miranda after fighting with Nate.

There was something about Miranda that calmed her and made everything seem a little bit easier, which was an absurd idea because Miranda didn’t make anything easy. Miranda complicated everything up until everyone around her was in a blind panic afraid of committing the sin of unoriginal independent thought. Andy was positive that no one would ever think to run to Miranda for emotional support or personal advice. Miranda wasn’t sympathetic or sensitive to anyone else’s problems.

Andy held onto no illusions that Miranda had turned into someone else after she had walked away from Runway. No part of Andy believed that Miranda would change. It didn’t matter that Miranda not once but three times opened the front door when she saw Andy standing pathetically on the other side. It didn’t matter that Miranda had actually offered her advice. None of that meant Miranda had changed. All it had proven was that Andy really didn’t know Miranda at all. The only Miranda she had met was the icon, and she had never been properly introduced to the Miranda that showed personal interest in another person. She had seen glimpses of that person before, but the icon had always been more prominent. It made judging Miranda and finding fault a lot easier. Things were less complicated when Miranda was the enemy, because then it was easier to believe that Miranda was wrong about…well everything.

But now, Andy released a heavy sigh, now she had to admit that Miranda had not been wrong. With the life that Andy wanted, certain choices were becoming obviously necessary, and now it was just up to her to ‘unapologetically pursue it’. Her friends would either stand by her or they would leave, and over a decade of friendship would be kicked away into the realm of scrapbooks and forgotten online photo galleries. Andy still had no clue exactly what she was feeling for Nate, but she had a horrible suspicion that Miranda would be right about that as well.

Andy turned on her side and looked across her empty mattress. Miranda had said that ‘You do not simply wake up one morning no longer in love with the person you share a bed with’. Well, it had been a long time since she had woken up with Nate beside her. The nights they did spend were far and few between, and the chances they did get to spend the night with each other they didn’t choose to do a lot of sleeping.

She heard the lock turning on the front door, and for the first time since getting home, regretted ever leaving Miranda’s home. Only two people had a key to her apartment, and she was pretty sure that Lily wouldn’t let herself in at four in the morning. "Where’d you go?" she asked as soon as Nate appeared in her bedroom doorway.

Nate shrugged. "I walked around." He moved over to the bed and then sat down on the furthest corner away from Andy. "What have you been doing?"

Andy looked away from Nate. "I went to go see Miranda."

He laughed humorlessly. "I wish I was surprised."

"Yeah." Andy rolled over onto her back. "I wish I was, too."

Nate concentrated on the keys he still held in his hand. "We’re breaking up, aren’t we?"

"I think we’ve been breaking up for a long time, Nate," Andy whispered. "We just didn’t," she blinked away her forming tears, "we didn’t know how."

"I shouldn’t have stayed in Boston," Nate’s attention stayed on his keys.

Andy slowly sat up. "We were over before Boston, Nate. You weren’t," she swallowed the pain, "you weren’t the one that walked away."

The keys dropped from Nate’s fingers. He didn’t move to pick them up. "What is it about her, Andy, that makes you choose her over everyone else?"

"I haven’t…" Her brain stumbled over her thoughts. "I’m not choosing her over anyone."

Nate finally turned around and looked at his girlfriend. "Don’t lie, Andy. This isn’t just about your career."

His words were challenging her to admit to something she couldn’t even admit to herself. She didn’t know why seeing Miranda made her feel better. She didn’t know why she felt the urge to kiss Miranda’s cheek before she left. She didn’t know why she had given into the impulse to march on over to Miranda’s home in the middle of the night not once, but three times. She didn’t know why Miranda was the only person in the world that could inspire her to do things beyond all her self-imposed restrictions. "Why can’t it just be about my career?"

"Because she already helped you; she made sure you got that job at the Mirror, and you’re not the type of person that throws everybody she cares about away for a job."

"How do you know that?" Andy couldn’t look at him any longer so stared at her bedspread instead.

"I know it because I thought you were the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with," his voice got progressively louder as he spoke. "Damn it Andy, I know it because I love you!"

"No," Andy stopped trying to blink back her tears. "No, I don’t think you know me at all. I don’t think anyone does."

"Except for Miranda." Nate spit out the editor’s name like it put a bad taste in his mouth. "She’s the one you always turn to now."

Andy angrily wiped away her tears. "Nate, you’re not being fair."

"Well, I don’t think it’s fair that you’re in love with someone else." He jumped up from the bed.

Andy jumped along with him. "I’m not…"

"Don’t lie," Nate interrupted.

"But I’m not in love with Miranda!"

"Then what is it, Andy?" Nate screamed. "What has you so attached to her?"

"I don’t…"

"You don’t know," he finished for her.

Andy’s hands began to shake. "I have never cheated on you."

"I didn’t say you did." He turned away from Andy. "I said you’re in love with someone else."

"That’s, that’s crazy."

"Why?" Nate looked out Andy’s bedroom window down to the street below. "She wouldn’t be the first woman you’ve ever loved."

Andy rubbed at her forehead with her right hand. "I’m not going to talk about this with you."

Nate slowly turned around. He walked back to where his keys dropped and then bent over to pick them up. Once they were in his hands, he ran his finger over the key ring parting it so that he could take off Andy’s key. He wouldn’t need it anymore.

"I hope you figure out what it is you want," he said as soon as he had Andy’s key free. He then slowly stood back up. "I’d hate to think you made a fool of me for no reason."

"Nate, don’t," she warned. "We’re not breaking up just because of me."

"No?" He humorlessly laughed. "It sure feels like it."

"You know what, Nate?" Andy reached out and snatched her key away even though Nate hadn’t yet offered it to her. "You need to grow up." She took a step away from him. "And you need to leave." He could go stay with Lily or Doug. She didn't want him around her anymore.

Nate bowed his head and his body relaxed. "I’m sorry. I didn’t want to come back here and fight with you."

"Then why did you come?"

He raised his head and then looked into Andy’s eyes. "I wanted to say goodbye. It just," he ran his hand across his mouth, "it just hurts to know you uh…" He licked his lips. "It hurts." He looked towards the doorway. "I’m gonna go."

Andy nodded and silently stood as he walked away from her. He had passed the threshold before she called out, "Nate." He turned around. "I’m sorry."

"I hope you two are happy together." He sounded almost as if he actually meant his words.

She listened as her apartment door opened and then shut, then looked down at the key she held in her hand. Nate had been her first serious long term love. He had been the one she had broken up with her girlfriend for. She hadn’t wanted to fall in love with him; she didn’t think she’d ever have anything in common with someone who wanted to be a chef. Her girlfriend had been a graduate student in the Department of Journalism at Northwestern, and they had more in common than she ever did with Nate, but there was something about him that called her to him and she willfully followed it. Andy followed it just like she was following that same little something that was pulling her towards Miranda.

Andy never really thought she would fall in love with Nate. She never thought she would graduate from school and then move in with him. She never thought there would be a possibility of marriage and a family. But she had fallen in love with Nate, and at one point she had seriously considered marrying him. Then, she got her job at Runway and everything changed. Nate accused her of losing her integrity and she ended up sleeping with the first guy that came along that charmed her.

Maybe Nate was right. Maybe all of this really was her fault. Maybe she was the one that ruined their relationship.

"Fuck!" She threw the key against her bedroom wall. It bounced off and then fell harmlessly to the floor. It refused to give Andy the satisfaction of destroying anything.

Andy then fell to the ground, choosing the punishment of the cold wooden floor over the softness of her bed. Her body crumbled and she could no longer hold back her tears. Her confrontation with Nate had made her angry at him, but even angrier at herself. She had known it was a mistake to go back to Nate after she returned from Paris, but she had wanted so badly to prove to Miranda that she wasn’t at all who Miranda thought she was. She wanted to grab back onto the life she had so easily turned her back to, and she wanted to make everything okay again. She wanted to hold onto something she had already let go of.

Miranda had been right. No one fell out of love blindly, and Andy suspected that what Miranda had held back from saying was that no one fell blindly into love either.

"Oh god." Sobs took over Andy’s body. She curled up and grabbed onto her stomach. It hurt so much. She hurt so much and she didn’t know how to make it immediately go away. For a moment, she was afraid that she would drown herself with her tears, even though she knew that wasn’t logically possible. She lost herself inside of her tears, and then she remembered that Miranda made things easier.

She uncurled her body, and then crawled towards her phone. She dialed Miranda's number from memory, forcing herself not to question her actions. The phone rang once, and then twice, and then, "I certainly hope you're calling me at five in the morning to tell me you're dead."

Andy laughed because she needed to. "Hello, Miranda." She didn't try to hide the fact that she was still crying.

"Andrea," Miranda sounded more alert, "what's wrong?"

Andy wiped at her face. "I broke up with Nate."

"That's hardly worthy of a phone call." It almost sounded like Miranda was doing something as undignified as yawning.

Andy released a heavy breath. "I wanted to say you were right about everything."

"Mm."

"And, and I wanted to say that I'm sorry that I left you in Paris." She hadn't wanted to say that at all, but for some reason it seemed suddenly important.

"But Andrea, I thought I 'let you go' as you so eloquently put it?"

"People either choose to stay or they choose to leave," Andy whispered into her phone. "Isn't that what you said?" Andy picked herself up off the floor and then moved herself to her bed. "I uh. You just opened the door Miranda, I'm the one that stepped through it."

"I still do not fully comprehend why you felt it necessary to call me this early."

Since Andy couldn't say, 'Because I think I've fallen in love with you' she said, "I just thought it was important to apologize."

Miranda sighed. "Fine," she said and then hung up.

Andy pulled her phone away from her ear and looked down at it. She considered calling Miranda back, but she was sure she had already used up all of Miranda's minimal patience. Just because Andy was slowly beginning to realize that she felt something for Miranda, that didn't mean that Miranda felt anything for her. All it meant, was that Andy didn't feel quite as bad as she had after she had watched Nate leave. All it meant, was that without even trying, Miranda had made things just a little bit easier and a little less complicated.

What an Idea!?

2008-08-18T04:26:41Z

I had a thought wouldn't it be great to to read a Lost/Devil Wears Prada X crossover? Substituting the original Lost Passenger Cast with Runway folk and models thrown in a few designers...Miranda, Andy, Nigel, Emily and Maybe Irv can get eaten by that magical Polar Bear! ... OMG that would be hilarious and serious in some parts and dark and then falling out the chair riotously funny again .... because really--Emily--jungle and Miranda falling hard and quite lustifully for a surprisingly take charge Andy-- because honestly I think there are moments in the movie where Andy proves she's quite feisty ...

Who wouldn't love this fic right?

It would be awesome. It would be great. Uhm ... if only someone would write it? LOL

Mel

WIP

2008-08-18T01:53:25Z

So.. I kinda started this fic.. called Storms .. which is just a working title.. i think

I'm working (or trying) on the rest of it.. I have no beta.. I have no 'feedback' person.. nada and part of me needs it. I've written a bit more.. gone over it and somewhere somehow it feels rushed.. like I'm pushing a story instead of letting it carry itself on its own.

Then again I may be too overly critical.

Bet or Help anyone?

Surprise! And it's sequel.

2008-08-17T23:02:59Z

Title: Surprise! and Paris
Author: Barnaby
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: PG13
Summary: Andy leaves Miranda. Sequel to Surprise!

kdsusa3said I needed to post these stories here so, I did. *smirk*

Surprise!

Paris (sequel to Surprise!)