One Up! Chapter 2
Title: One Up!
Author: Tis me! Scissor Prince!
Pairing: Mirandy
Rating: PG for now
Disclaimer: I don't own andy or miranda... But one always still has their dreams!!
Summary: Same night, two different outcomes.
Andrea didn't get home on time that night. The events of the day played in her head from beginning to end, Vala and her blatant incompetence, the thirty second conversation with Miranda... Miranda... The name still sounded the same in her head. Just as sexy and full bodied. She banished these thoughts as soon as she saw the driveway and her own front door. She was supposed to be home at six that evening... it was now nine o'clock. Andrea had the feeling that Amanda wasn't going to be impressed.
Max, her driver, stepped outside and opened her door. She quickly stepped out of the vehicle explaining that the following day she was going to need to be picked up earlier than usual. He curtly nodded and drove away while she entered her home, tossing her keys into the bowl by the door and hanging her coat in the near closet. At that point Amanda had made it into the hallway with a rather stern expression.
"You were supposed to be home at six Andrea." Amanda stated with her arms crossed. Andrea gently sat down and pealed off her shoes.
"I'm perfectly capable of noticing when I arrive later than expected but work needed to be done." Everytime she saw that expression on Amanda's face... the one she only gave when Andrea dragged her Almighty Magazine Mood from work home, the icy brunette slapped herself mentally.
"So," Amanda began, her voice laced with hurt while attempting to hold back tears. "If you're so fucking capable of telling time then why don't you come home ON time for a change." Andrea wore a blank expression and stared directly back at Amanda.
"I don't feel all that needed around here." She stated quite simply lifting herself out of the chair and walking into the kitchen to rummage for a bottle of wine or perhaps even a bottle of scotch. Amanda followed her quickly.
"What do you mean you don't feel needed?!" Andrea turned on her heel and gave the dirty blonde a scathing look.
"You have not spoken three very important words to me, in a very long time... over a month I have counted," Andrea turned quickly away to un-cork the bottle of red wine she had just found. Amanda took a moment to think back over the past little while and she scoffed.
"I told you I loved you yesterday."
"You didn't."
They stood in an awkward silence staring at each other. Amanda with her arms crossed and Andrea nursing a glass of wine. For the past month and some there had been something missing in their relationship only on one part. Amanda had suddenly ended the phrase "I love you." three very significant words. It went unnoticed by the blue eyed woman who began to realize that it was possible for Andrea to be right. The brunette watched as a look of confusion crossed Amanda's face.
"But I do love you." She became more and more confused and Andrea just watched, waiting for the inevitable declaration that no, Amanda was not in love with her, not anymore. This relationship was expired and exhausted and... well exhausting. A work-a-holic and a painter...
"Tommorow morning I have a flight to New York, I don't know how long I'll be there for but during that period of time I suggest that we both figure out just what it is we want from this," Andrea stated while grabbing the bottle of wine and a plate of something that looked good out of the fridge and began walking upstairs. "Now i'm going to bed."
"Okay, I'll be right u..." Amanda began to say but was quickly cut off.
"You are sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight, not with me."
Amanda stood perfectly still in shock before she heard feet above her on the upper floor and then the bedroom door slam.
~*~*~*~
When Miranda finally got home that night she found her girls in the kitchen, making dinner. She had finally managed to work out how to be on time for their family dinners. Upon entering the kitchen all she heard was loud music, the sizzling of chicken in a pan, and the laughter of two seventeen year old girls. They looked up and quickly went to turn down the music.
"Look who brought ice cream!" Miranda smiled while holding up a bag and removing her jacket to get a little more comfortable. Cassidy quickly washed her hands in the sink before drying them to go for a hug.
"Mom, you're early today!" Cassidy smiled and bounded forward to greet her mother, Caro stood smiling still at the pan.
"Don't want anything to burn mom." Every time Miranda came home and found her girls she felt all the pride that a mother would have looking at such beautiful children multiplied by ten. There were moments in her life in which she did feel very proud of people. Although these occasions were very rare. She thought of Andrea... No, Andy. She thought of Andy and the way she stepped through the door at Runway looking so out of place, within months the girl had changed her life.
Paris that year was a blur which started with extravagent parties and beautiful designer labels and ended with standing in a crowd watching while that damn girl walked away. For days after that Miranda mourned the disappearance of one Andy Sachs. She was Miranda's greatest disappointment and where was she now? Working at some small town newspaper somewhere in the world no doubt. That girl with all that potential... wasted.
After dinner was finished and dessert was devoured the Priestly family sat down to watch an old Marilyn Monroe film then went their separate ways to bed. That night when Miranda looked across to her bedside table seeing 'A' Magazine laying there a sense of satisfaction overcame her overall anger and she was interested in finding out who this phantom editor may be. Miranda slept quite well that night.
Author: Tis me! Scissor Prince!
Pairing: Mirandy
Rating: PG for now
Disclaimer: I don't own andy or miranda... But one always still has their dreams!!
Summary: Same night, two different outcomes.
Andrea didn't get home on time that night. The events of the day played in her head from beginning to end, Vala and her blatant incompetence, the thirty second conversation with Miranda... Miranda... The name still sounded the same in her head. Just as sexy and full bodied. She banished these thoughts as soon as she saw the driveway and her own front door. She was supposed to be home at six that evening... it was now nine o'clock. Andrea had the feeling that Amanda wasn't going to be impressed.
Max, her driver, stepped outside and opened her door. She quickly stepped out of the vehicle explaining that the following day she was going to need to be picked up earlier than usual. He curtly nodded and drove away while she entered her home, tossing her keys into the bowl by the door and hanging her coat in the near closet. At that point Amanda had made it into the hallway with a rather stern expression.
"You were supposed to be home at six Andrea." Amanda stated with her arms crossed. Andrea gently sat down and pealed off her shoes.
"I'm perfectly capable of noticing when I arrive later than expected but work needed to be done." Everytime she saw that expression on Amanda's face... the one she only gave when Andrea dragged her Almighty Magazine Mood from work home, the icy brunette slapped herself mentally.
"So," Amanda began, her voice laced with hurt while attempting to hold back tears. "If you're so fucking capable of telling time then why don't you come home ON time for a change." Andrea wore a blank expression and stared directly back at Amanda.
"I don't feel all that needed around here." She stated quite simply lifting herself out of the chair and walking into the kitchen to rummage for a bottle of wine or perhaps even a bottle of scotch. Amanda followed her quickly.
"What do you mean you don't feel needed?!" Andrea turned on her heel and gave the dirty blonde a scathing look.
"You have not spoken three very important words to me, in a very long time... over a month I have counted," Andrea turned quickly away to un-cork the bottle of red wine she had just found. Amanda took a moment to think back over the past little while and she scoffed.
"I told you I loved you yesterday."
"You didn't."
They stood in an awkward silence staring at each other. Amanda with her arms crossed and Andrea nursing a glass of wine. For the past month and some there had been something missing in their relationship only on one part. Amanda had suddenly ended the phrase "I love you." three very significant words. It went unnoticed by the blue eyed woman who began to realize that it was possible for Andrea to be right. The brunette watched as a look of confusion crossed Amanda's face.
"But I do love you." She became more and more confused and Andrea just watched, waiting for the inevitable declaration that no, Amanda was not in love with her, not anymore. This relationship was expired and exhausted and... well exhausting. A work-a-holic and a painter...
"Tommorow morning I have a flight to New York, I don't know how long I'll be there for but during that period of time I suggest that we both figure out just what it is we want from this," Andrea stated while grabbing the bottle of wine and a plate of something that looked good out of the fridge and began walking upstairs. "Now i'm going to bed."
"Okay, I'll be right u..." Amanda began to say but was quickly cut off.
"You are sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight, not with me."
Amanda stood perfectly still in shock before she heard feet above her on the upper floor and then the bedroom door slam.
~*~*~*~
When Miranda finally got home that night she found her girls in the kitchen, making dinner. She had finally managed to work out how to be on time for their family dinners. Upon entering the kitchen all she heard was loud music, the sizzling of chicken in a pan, and the laughter of two seventeen year old girls. They looked up and quickly went to turn down the music.
"Look who brought ice cream!" Miranda smiled while holding up a bag and removing her jacket to get a little more comfortable. Cassidy quickly washed her hands in the sink before drying them to go for a hug.
"Mom, you're early today!" Cassidy smiled and bounded forward to greet her mother, Caro stood smiling still at the pan.
"Don't want anything to burn mom." Every time Miranda came home and found her girls she felt all the pride that a mother would have looking at such beautiful children multiplied by ten. There were moments in her life in which she did feel very proud of people. Although these occasions were very rare. She thought of Andrea... No, Andy. She thought of Andy and the way she stepped through the door at Runway looking so out of place, within months the girl had changed her life.
Paris that year was a blur which started with extravagent parties and beautiful designer labels and ended with standing in a crowd watching while that damn girl walked away. For days after that Miranda mourned the disappearance of one Andy Sachs. She was Miranda's greatest disappointment and where was she now? Working at some small town newspaper somewhere in the world no doubt. That girl with all that potential... wasted.
After dinner was finished and dessert was devoured the Priestly family sat down to watch an old Marilyn Monroe film then went their separate ways to bed. That night when Miranda looked across to her bedside table seeing 'A' Magazine laying there a sense of satisfaction overcame her overall anger and she was interested in finding out who this phantom editor may be. Miranda slept quite well that night.