Fic: Beauty doesn't belong in the garbage
Fic: Beauty doesn't belong in the garbage.
Rating: K+
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Andy/Miranda, technically
Summary: What happens when Miranda and Andy are outed? Real people's point of view.
Fanfiction.net link: here
Author Notes: This fic was a first and a last, basically because it was an experiment that I'm still not really convinced of, since it involves real people. Back in the day, writtensword was nice enough to beta read this fic.
It was rare to see her in her office at this time at night. She was sitting in front of her computer totally focused, probably trying to write the editor's letter for the next month's issue.
She couldn't help but stand on the door enjoying the always rare moment when she could take a breath and see her at her desk working without it seeming out of place, nor inappropriate.
The editor in chief stopped what she was doing and looked back at her intently, she raised her right eyebrow. The other woman breathed and walked to the desk with a file in her right hand.
"You'll never guess what I've found out." She said with her characteristic accent. Her boss raised her hand taking the file, and their hands caressed for just one second. The red haired woman sat in front of her and slowly closed her eyes, she breathed profoundly while her boss checked the photos in the file. "Page six is going to run with the story tomorrow. Apparently they wanted to be outed. According to Christian Thompson, the girl is not stupid and has everything to be the next Tina Brown without the hideous TV experience; and we both know that definitely she, who must not be named, isn't stupid either."
"I don't care," she said with her British accent, "why did you bring this?" she looked tired, and looked directly into her employee's deep eyes.
"They are in love," she answered and then sighed. "They look happy."
"We are not discussing this again, Grace." She slowly stood up and took what she needed. "Go home, feed your cats, and go to bed with Didier." She said as she left.
"Anna," Grace called making her stop in her tracks, she stood there for a couple of seconds, as if she were hesitating, but she didn't look back and started to walk towards the exit.
Grace stood there watching her walk away until her silhouette disappeared. She could feel the pain, disappointment, and the bitter taste of crushed hopes. She looked at the pictures on the desk and left them there. She walked away from the office feeling drained, but she felt a little bit of hope knowing that tomorrow she would see the reactions to the 'scandal,' and deep down inside being happy for the woman that, for years, had been their rival.
When Anna arrived to her office earlier than normal the next day, not even her assistants were in sight. She walked towards her desk and there were different candids of Miranda Priestly, editor in chief of Runway, and a journalist that according to the footnote was called Andy Sachs. Both looked sickeningly happy. At a romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant, walking with two girls who seemed to be Miranda's daughters, drinking coffee in a little café, walking hand in hand near Elias Clarke and outside a townhouse smiling while they were kissing.
"Lucky bitch," she murmured, without knowing if she was jealous of the young woman, of her eternal rival, or of the fact that both seemed happy, in love and had the courage to show it to the world.
She took the photos and buried them at the end of one of her drawers. She may hate Miranda, she may hate that she always seemed to accomplish things that she couldn't, but she appreciated beauty, so she kept the photos.
After all... Beauty doesn't belong in the garbage.
Fin.
Rating: K+
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Andy/Miranda, technically
Summary: What happens when Miranda and Andy are outed? Real people's point of view.
Fanfiction.net link: here
Author Notes: This fic was a first and a last, basically because it was an experiment that I'm still not really convinced of, since it involves real people. Back in the day, writtensword was nice enough to beta read this fic.
It was rare to see her in her office at this time at night. She was sitting in front of her computer totally focused, probably trying to write the editor's letter for the next month's issue.
She couldn't help but stand on the door enjoying the always rare moment when she could take a breath and see her at her desk working without it seeming out of place, nor inappropriate.
The editor in chief stopped what she was doing and looked back at her intently, she raised her right eyebrow. The other woman breathed and walked to the desk with a file in her right hand.
"You'll never guess what I've found out." She said with her characteristic accent. Her boss raised her hand taking the file, and their hands caressed for just one second. The red haired woman sat in front of her and slowly closed her eyes, she breathed profoundly while her boss checked the photos in the file. "Page six is going to run with the story tomorrow. Apparently they wanted to be outed. According to Christian Thompson, the girl is not stupid and has everything to be the next Tina Brown without the hideous TV experience; and we both know that definitely she, who must not be named, isn't stupid either."
"I don't care," she said with her British accent, "why did you bring this?" she looked tired, and looked directly into her employee's deep eyes.
"They are in love," she answered and then sighed. "They look happy."
"We are not discussing this again, Grace." She slowly stood up and took what she needed. "Go home, feed your cats, and go to bed with Didier." She said as she left.
"Anna," Grace called making her stop in her tracks, she stood there for a couple of seconds, as if she were hesitating, but she didn't look back and started to walk towards the exit.
Grace stood there watching her walk away until her silhouette disappeared. She could feel the pain, disappointment, and the bitter taste of crushed hopes. She looked at the pictures on the desk and left them there. She walked away from the office feeling drained, but she felt a little bit of hope knowing that tomorrow she would see the reactions to the 'scandal,' and deep down inside being happy for the woman that, for years, had been their rival.
When Anna arrived to her office earlier than normal the next day, not even her assistants were in sight. She walked towards her desk and there were different candids of Miranda Priestly, editor in chief of Runway, and a journalist that according to the footnote was called Andy Sachs. Both looked sickeningly happy. At a romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant, walking with two girls who seemed to be Miranda's daughters, drinking coffee in a little café, walking hand in hand near Elias Clarke and outside a townhouse smiling while they were kissing.
"Lucky bitch," she murmured, without knowing if she was jealous of the young woman, of her eternal rival, or of the fact that both seemed happy, in love and had the courage to show it to the world.
She took the photos and buried them at the end of one of her drawers. She may hate Miranda, she may hate that she always seemed to accomplish things that she couldn't, but she appreciated beauty, so she kept the photos.
After all... Beauty doesn't belong in the garbage.
Fin.