Why Are You Here? Part 1 of ?
To: Privatesmile
For: Challenge: Valentine's Day 2010
Pairing: Miranda/ Andy
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or any claims to The Devil Wears Prada. Paying a late fee for keeping the dvd a few extras days does not count.
Warnings: This is my first Mirandy story and it is longer than I expected I will try to keep posting I think it won't go past 10 parts, but I'm still mucking around. There is some mayhem reported but not experienced by cannon characters. I jump around in the past to tell the story, parts are reflections and dreams and Andy also reflects on a time she was reflecting. Most everyone else just reflects once. Confusing? I hope not. There is smut so I guess I should add a warning to tell the 14 and under set to look elsewhere. Consider yourselves warned - go elsewhere.
privatesmile's request: I want a Miranda Andy fic., post-Paris, where they meet somewhere that is out of both their elements and by some twist of fate they have to spend time together. Humor and massive drama ensues and they fall in love...Smut is always welcome.
music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y38LuS1FnfM&feature=related
Andy sighed deeply. She closed her book and then her eyes. She wondered, again for the tenth time tonight, why she was doing this incessant traveling. She loved the excitement of following a lead. Tracking it down and then keeping a secret. One that only she knew and it stayed hers until she organized and typed out the most salient facts and sent it off to her agent to pitch. After the editors, lawyers and layout folks finished tinkering with it, she would see it in print under her byline. The travel to hunt down the next great story was all she seemed to have and it was lonely. No person or pet waited to greet her. She wasn’t home enough to care for a feline companion and fish didn’t cuddle. She refused to calculate how many hours she had spent in airports this month.
By now Andy knew several airports like this one by heart. Landing at O'Hare and moving between terminals until recently had been a benign form of torture. It would end soon; she wasn't exactly trapped. She could even see the exit up ahead. Yet each time, she couldn't help thinking: Make it stop! Make it stop! With the bright lights, the insipid repeating sound track and the moving sidewalk, she was stuck in a surreal slow moving It's a Small World After All Disney ride. Maniacally grinning air travelers with too many bags, standing still and blocking her quick getaway instead of tiny, toothy figures dressed in trite costumes representing their home countries as they twirled and sang a screechy tune repetitiously.
Now when she landed at O'Hare she was thankful they had finally changed the music and light show to a calming melody reminiscent of a Zen meditation garden. The tourists still had their grins and pointed repeatedly at the subtle off-white lights, but the lulling tune no longer had her wishing for a shotgun to kill the neon lights and sounds or a machete to mow the people down. She really just wanted them to move to the slow lane where they should be standing if they had bothered to read the directions before stepping onto the people mover.
Trying to be positive or imagine less violent solutions, Andy thoughts led her back to her time at Runway. Miranda Priestley's glare might have made these less then stylish Mid-Western un-hurried masses move or turn to ice. Andy was sure, if still working for La Priestley, she would be expected to push them to clear the way and certainly not a glacial pace. Just thinking about Miranda’s frosty stare and scathing remarks made her shiver and then smile. Andy had dreaded and simultaneously craved the heady rush of her seemingly outrageous and rapid fire demands. A few years had passed since she was a daily recipient of Miranda's famous attention.
Odd, she hadn't thought of her former boss in a few months. Really she hadn’t let herself think about the silver haired goddess and for while it had worked, which actually shocked Andy as she gave herself permission to mull over it. Miranda was one of a kind, an icon and Andy realized she still missed her. Her dry wit delivered with impeccable timing-- had no equal. Andy even missed the way she fought against showing vulnerability by being even more impossible. Perhaps that was how she stayed at the helm of Runway and led the multi-billion dollar fashion industry for so many years.
Miranda Priestly was capricious and relished catching her staff or designers, etc. unaware or throwing them off-balance. Yet when she was feeling a kink in her flawless armor that was when Andy could predict her best. Andy might not know why her former boss was upset, but she could tell Miranda was and wanted to make it better. She hadn't had the opportunity to make it better for a special someone in forever. Her readers and some of the underdogs she wrote about had improved lives, but that was a remote or removed touch. Andy was craving contact and if she was willing to be honest with herself it was still the woman hidden beneath the famous fashionista she wanted to touch.
Andy saw the flight-board change from delayed to boarding in 5 minutes. Finally she thought. I am going to treat myself and not stay near the airport. Andy called the Fairmont and asked to speak with Lulu the concierge. She had done a story on hospitality and focused on how concierges improve stays in several destination cities. After the article came out Lulu tracked her down to say thank you for making her look good. Andy thought Lulu was great and was happy to let her shine. Lulu told her to call when she was back in San Francisco and she'd hook Andy up with a great room.
"Lulu Howard speaking."
"Hi Lulu, It’s Andy Sachs."
"Good Evening Andy. To what do I owe this pleasure," she said with a smile.
"Lulu, my connecting flight from Chicago to San Francisco is finally boarding after a 3 hour delay and I am beat ..."
"Say no more, I'll send a limo and comp. a suite for you. Just relax."
"Lulu, you are a goddess, but that's too much... "
"Andy, it’s done. What airline are you flying and what is your flight number? Ricardo will meet you at baggage claim when you arrive."
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After taking 3 seconds to decide it was okay to be pampered, Andy grabbed her bag and lap top and headed toward the gate to board her flight. She had already typed up her notes from interviews in Louisville, KY on her first flight and organized them to determine which questions she still need answered while waiting in the airport. Andy had been pushing herself to get the next great story and she needed to take a moment to figure out her next step. First she had to think about how she began flying such a ridiculous amount to grab the next golden ring.
Although she had yet to admit it to herself, Andy started taking freelance assignments and traveling extensively when she began dreaming about fucking Miranda. Andy took off to out run her dreams and her fears.
end part 1
Part 2 kali-blue.livejournal.com/2055.html