Ice Breakers III/?
Title: Ice Breakers 3/?
Genre: The Devil Wears Prada, Movie
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Disclaimer: all recognizable characters are owned by 20th Century Fox, even the ones that just seem like bastard offspring from said motion-picture are probably owned by not-me… I’m creating very few characters for this story.
Summery: Miranda has had a few nasty break-ups in her life. This is the story of a couple of them and their fallout.
As they came into Miranda’s hospital room to pick her up and take her home, all three girls were shocked to find her fully dressed in what must have been her suit from the day before, minus her traitorous shoes. Her Chloe purse was on the small table next to her bed, open, her cell phone and small makeup case lain next to it. The older woman’s eyes shot up from the compact she’d been using the moment they crossed the threshold however, and she snapped it closed. Miranda cleared her throat.
“I was beginning to worry you had been in an accident,” she drawled smoothly, “It certainly took you long enough.” The hairs on the back of Andy’s neck raised a bit.
“I would never let anything happen to them, Miranda,” She stated clearly, keeping her tone casual in front of the twins, “You know that.” Miranda gave a slight raise of her shoulder, the action something between skepticism and apology - Andy couldn’t tell which.
“Are we ready?” Miranda asked, addressing her daughters. They glanced up at Andy, who still held one of each of their hands.
“There are still a few things we have to go over,” Andy replied, walking closer towards the bed and letting go of the youngsters’ hands. “I’ll talk to Dr. Lawrence-Mathers, make sure they’re ready to parole you.” Miranda snorted at this.
“An accurate description.” Miranda muttered. Her girls hovered near the edge of the bed, looking like they somewhat didn’t know what to do with themselves.
As Andy left the room, she wondered what the family would talk about - given the conversation she’d had with the girls earlier at the house. She prayed Miranda would not get even more upset with her for revealing something she’d obviously not made clear to her daughters, for whatever reason.
Returning twenty minutes later with a nurse’s aide and all the papers that needed signing, signed… Andy became aware of the fact that, from to the atmosphere of the room, no one had spoken at all in the time she was gone. Andy sighed. This family, I dunno… she thought, shaking her head.
“Okay!” Andy said, trying to inject some brightness into her voice. “Everybody ready to go?” The girls nodded and moved towards her as the aide, whose name-tag said Mortin, moved towards Miranda. As he reached for Miranda to help her out of the bed, she shot him such an icy glare even the large, hulking man seemed stopped in place.
“Andrea.” Miranda barked suddenly. Andy held in a sigh and moved past Mortin, offering Miranda her arm like a gentleman offering to walk her to her seat at a party. Miranda tilted her head, a lock of her silver hair falling over her eyes as she shot a look that clearly said Don’t get cute with me, Andrea. Andy herself just smirked, tucking her arm around the small of the older woman’s back and helping her carefully turn until her legs swung over the edge of the bed.
“You should be nice to Morty,” Andrea warned into her ear as she eased Miranda onto her feet at a glacial pace. “Between him and your Assistant, he’s gonna help make life livable while you recover.” Miranda almost collapsed at this but Andy caught her, holding her up.
“What?” Miranda asked quickly as Andy eased her into the wheelchair.
“And the girls,” Andy added quickly, turning to the oddly silent Cassady and Caroline, “Between the four of them there should be as little inconvenience as - ”
“I beg your pardon?” Miranda asked. Andy turned back to her, hands out in front of her ready to qualm any worries.
“The doctor wants you to relax as much as possible for the next week, so Emily or Jane can set up your computer so you can work from home, the girls can help you around the house when they get out of school, and then Morty here can help you during the rest of the d-”
“Andrea,” Miranda said it like a threat, “I’m not sure that-”
“No.” Andy said firmly, more firmly than the girls could ever remember anyone ever being with their mother. “They’ve given you a cane to help you get from your bed to the bathroom or down to the kitchen if absolutely necessary - but if you don’t do what they say? The cane may become a more permanent fixture in your wardrobe, understand?” Miranda’s lips pursed.
“I had merely… assumed,” Miranda mumbled under her breath, deadly quiet, “That perhaps someone more personally acquainted might help me,” she gritted out, “Rather than employees or strangers, whom you know I never let into my home.” Andy’s eyes widened.
“I thought you said you didn’t want me to call Jeremy?” Andy clarified. Miranda let a slow breath out of her nose as her eyes slipped closed briefly at this.
“Are you playing dumb to aggravate me or are you genuinely that dense?”
Then it clicked
“Oh.” Andrea breathed. Silence stretched on for many long seconds. It might have been a couple of minutes, as Miranda almost glared at Andy and the young girl just stared back wide-eyed. Andy finally turned to Mortin. “I think we’ll just call you if we need any additional help, okay Morty?” the man nodded and Andy patted his thick shoulder as he started wheeling Miranda out the door.
Andy remained where she’d been standing. Caroline took her hand again.
“Andy?” the younger twin asked quietly. Andy shook herself out of her thoughts finally before glancing down at the girls at either side of her again.
“Hmm?”
“So are you gonna stay?”
Andy nodded.
“Are you gonna deal with mom?” Cassidy asked, obviously not pleased with the idea of their mother being home all day every day for a week. Andy laughed but nodded again.
“I’ll do my best,” she chuckled a little dejectedly, “Which doesn’t always qualify.” Cassidy nodded.
“Girls?” Floated Miranda’s smooth voice from down the hall. They double-timed to catch up.
(To Be Continued... i still hope...)
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Genre: The Devil Wears Prada, Movie
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Disclaimer: all recognizable characters are owned by 20th Century Fox, even the ones that just seem like bastard offspring from said motion-picture are probably owned by not-me… I’m creating very few characters for this story.
Summery: Miranda has had a few nasty break-ups in her life. This is the story of a couple of them and their fallout.
As they came into Miranda’s hospital room to pick her up and take her home, all three girls were shocked to find her fully dressed in what must have been her suit from the day before, minus her traitorous shoes. Her Chloe purse was on the small table next to her bed, open, her cell phone and small makeup case lain next to it. The older woman’s eyes shot up from the compact she’d been using the moment they crossed the threshold however, and she snapped it closed. Miranda cleared her throat.
“I was beginning to worry you had been in an accident,” she drawled smoothly, “It certainly took you long enough.” The hairs on the back of Andy’s neck raised a bit.
“I would never let anything happen to them, Miranda,” She stated clearly, keeping her tone casual in front of the twins, “You know that.” Miranda gave a slight raise of her shoulder, the action something between skepticism and apology - Andy couldn’t tell which.
“Are we ready?” Miranda asked, addressing her daughters. They glanced up at Andy, who still held one of each of their hands.
“There are still a few things we have to go over,” Andy replied, walking closer towards the bed and letting go of the youngsters’ hands. “I’ll talk to Dr. Lawrence-Mathers, make sure they’re ready to parole you.” Miranda snorted at this.
“An accurate description.” Miranda muttered. Her girls hovered near the edge of the bed, looking like they somewhat didn’t know what to do with themselves.
As Andy left the room, she wondered what the family would talk about - given the conversation she’d had with the girls earlier at the house. She prayed Miranda would not get even more upset with her for revealing something she’d obviously not made clear to her daughters, for whatever reason.
Returning twenty minutes later with a nurse’s aide and all the papers that needed signing, signed… Andy became aware of the fact that, from to the atmosphere of the room, no one had spoken at all in the time she was gone. Andy sighed. This family, I dunno… she thought, shaking her head.
“Okay!” Andy said, trying to inject some brightness into her voice. “Everybody ready to go?” The girls nodded and moved towards her as the aide, whose name-tag said Mortin, moved towards Miranda. As he reached for Miranda to help her out of the bed, she shot him such an icy glare even the large, hulking man seemed stopped in place.
“Andrea.” Miranda barked suddenly. Andy held in a sigh and moved past Mortin, offering Miranda her arm like a gentleman offering to walk her to her seat at a party. Miranda tilted her head, a lock of her silver hair falling over her eyes as she shot a look that clearly said Don’t get cute with me, Andrea. Andy herself just smirked, tucking her arm around the small of the older woman’s back and helping her carefully turn until her legs swung over the edge of the bed.
“You should be nice to Morty,” Andrea warned into her ear as she eased Miranda onto her feet at a glacial pace. “Between him and your Assistant, he’s gonna help make life livable while you recover.” Miranda almost collapsed at this but Andy caught her, holding her up.
“What?” Miranda asked quickly as Andy eased her into the wheelchair.
“And the girls,” Andy added quickly, turning to the oddly silent Cassady and Caroline, “Between the four of them there should be as little inconvenience as - ”
“I beg your pardon?” Miranda asked. Andy turned back to her, hands out in front of her ready to qualm any worries.
“The doctor wants you to relax as much as possible for the next week, so Emily or Jane can set up your computer so you can work from home, the girls can help you around the house when they get out of school, and then Morty here can help you during the rest of the d-”
“Andrea,” Miranda said it like a threat, “I’m not sure that-”
“No.” Andy said firmly, more firmly than the girls could ever remember anyone ever being with their mother. “They’ve given you a cane to help you get from your bed to the bathroom or down to the kitchen if absolutely necessary - but if you don’t do what they say? The cane may become a more permanent fixture in your wardrobe, understand?” Miranda’s lips pursed.
“I had merely… assumed,” Miranda mumbled under her breath, deadly quiet, “That perhaps someone more personally acquainted might help me,” she gritted out, “Rather than employees or strangers, whom you know I never let into my home.” Andy’s eyes widened.
“I thought you said you didn’t want me to call Jeremy?” Andy clarified. Miranda let a slow breath out of her nose as her eyes slipped closed briefly at this.
“Are you playing dumb to aggravate me or are you genuinely that dense?”
Then it clicked
“Oh.” Andrea breathed. Silence stretched on for many long seconds. It might have been a couple of minutes, as Miranda almost glared at Andy and the young girl just stared back wide-eyed. Andy finally turned to Mortin. “I think we’ll just call you if we need any additional help, okay Morty?” the man nodded and Andy patted his thick shoulder as he started wheeling Miranda out the door.
Andy remained where she’d been standing. Caroline took her hand again.
“Andy?” the younger twin asked quietly. Andy shook herself out of her thoughts finally before glancing down at the girls at either side of her again.
“Hmm?”
“So are you gonna stay?”
Andy nodded.
“Are you gonna deal with mom?” Cassidy asked, obviously not pleased with the idea of their mother being home all day every day for a week. Andy laughed but nodded again.
“I’ll do my best,” she chuckled a little dejectedly, “Which doesn’t always qualify.” Cassidy nodded.
“Girls?” Floated Miranda’s smooth voice from down the hall. They double-timed to catch up.
(To Be Continued... i still hope...)
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