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Miranda in the Garden of Good and Evil, (Part 27)
author Coco // i_heart_cuddy
rating R
disclaimer I don't own The Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no profit off of this and there is no infringement intended.
pairing Miranda/Andy (eventually)
summary Fantasy. Miranda Priestly, the Ice Queen, the Dragon Lady, is a force to be reckoned with, an indelible force of nature, a mythical halfbreed.
author's note I'm pretending Nate doesn't exist, as most femmeslashers do, I suppose.
Christian slung Emily’s bag over his shoulder as they walked through the airport in Barcelona. Emily had chosen Spain because she didn’t think she’d find her there. Unfortunately her attempts at reverse psychology hadn’t yielded the results she’d been hoping for.
Christian stopped and looked at the board. “Well, Charlton, where to now?”
“Um…” she looked over the board and sighed heavily. “I don’t know. I don’t knooow.”
“What’s that noise? Is that your cell phone?”
Emily furrowed her brow and dug it out of her pocket. She flipped it open, “hello?”
“Emily.” Miranda’s voice snapped on the other end, making Emily immediately stand at attention. “Meet me in Prague in St. Jilji Church at 5 on Saturday.”
“Yes, Miranda.” Emily nodded quickly.
“That’s all.”
Emily closed her phone and turned to Christian. “Prague. Get us two tickets to Prague.”
“I’ll get you two set up in here,” Lindy Porter smiled at them as she showed them the guest room. “I’ll get you a few extra blankets, tonight’s supposed to get cold.”
“Thank you, Lindy.” Andy smiled cordially. Andy’s foot caught on the rug and Miranda deftly reached out and righted her. Andy blushed and moved further into the room.
Lindy bit her lip on a smile, “you look about ready to pop, how far along are you?”
Andy sat down on the bed and smiled, “eight months.”
Lindy smiled, “well, I made sure that the kitchen is stocked with all the goodies that expectant mothers should eat.”
“Thank you, Lindy, this is all very much appreciated.”
Lindy smiled and looked around, “alright ladies, I think that’s all you’ll need tonight.”
Miranda had given Christian and Emily 3 days for travel. Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning had been nerve wracking for Miranda and Andy alike. Miranda was out of her mind with worry and Andy was on edge because Miranda was.
Lindy was very accommodating and she even got Miranda to wind down on Friday night. Lindy made her pot of tea and drew her a bath, then played cards with Andy.
Miranda pulled on a black cashmere Marc Jacobs sweater and a pair of no name jeans. She put on a brave face about it but Andy knew that it killed her inside to wear the off the rack clothes that she’d been forced to wear during their excursion.
Miranda fidgeted with her hair as she checked it in the mirror for the umpteenth time. Priestly sat on the floor by Andy’s feet as they watched her pace.
Miranda sighed and looked at the time. “Alright. You two stay here, I don’t intend to be gone long.”
“I’ll be fine, Miranda, Lindy has had military training and I have Priestly.” Andy scratched his ears for emphasis.
“Alright.” Miranda sighed again. She nodded, “alright, yes.” She stepped forward, cupped Andy’s cheek and kissed her.
Andy sucked in a breath with a gasp and exclaimed, “oh God!”
“What?” Miranda’s eyes widened.
“Oh my God!” Andy stood from the chair and stared dumbstruck at Miranda, “I think my water just broke! I think I just went into labor!”
“Oh my God!” Miranda reiterated. Miranda started running around the room looking for something, “I can’t go now, I have to be with you.”
“Miranda, you have to go.” Andy said firmly, “the twins’ prophecy, you meet Emily in the church and she gives you something, you have to go.”
“I can’t just leave you.” Miranda insisted.
Andy shook her head stubbornly. “No. You have to go!”
Lindy appeared in the doorway, “is everything okay? I thought I heard you yell.”
“My water just broke.” Andy cupped her pregnant stomach.
“I’ll call the ambulance.”
Miranda shook her head, “no.” She put her hand on Lindy’s arm, “you had some medical training, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Lindy nodded.
Miranda gave Andy her cell phone. “I’ll call you when I think it’s safe and then you can call the ambulance.” Miranda kissed Andy’s forehead.
“I love you.” Andy whispered as Miranda whispered it back and rushed out of the room.
The church was dimly lit and there were only a few scattered people praying in the pews. Emily walked down the aisle, casting her eyes to both sides, looking for Miranda. She didn’t see her and she sat down in the front.
Just when Emily was beginning to think that she’d been sent on a wild goose chase Miranda stepped in front of her.
“What are you doing here?” Miranda demanded in a harsh whisper, “what do you have to do with all of this?
Emily stood up so that they were face to face and she said, “I’m part of a group that operates out of Oxford, we are in possession of the Crux of Laodices. The entire mission of our group is to make sure that you get the Crux.”
“What? I’ve never heard of this group and I’ve certainly never heard of the Crux of Laodices.” Miranda shook her head, “pray, tell me what reason I have to trust you.”
“Well, I’m telling you the truth. I can’t really prove anything to you. I can just ask you, in your heart of hearts do you mistrust me?”
“I’m not taking any chances.” Miranda pursed her lips.
“Evil people can’t set foot in churches, I know that’s why you asked me to meet you in one. That’s why Christian didn’t come in. I’ve been travelling with him because I needed to find you before Andy gave birth and I wanted to be able to keep an eye on Christian.”
“How do I know that this isn’t a trick?”
“Miranda,” Emily started as she dug out the little white box that contained the Crux. She put the box in Miranda’s hand, “I’m in love with him and you need to kill him. This Crux is the only thing that can kill an immortal being. To save humanity you need to kill him.”
Miranda opened her mouth to speak but Emily cut her off.
“And you have to trust me. Three years of working for you, don’t you think I’d need the patience of a saint? You know me Miranda. This is right.”
Miranda furrowed her brow. In her heart of hearts she did trust Emily, but her reason and logic center was still trying to make it make more sense.
“I’ve never heard of this Crux.” Miranda said stubbornly.
“We don’t advertise it. It’s not supposed to exist. There’s supposed to be nothing that can kill an immortal but this Crux does. The angel Laodices made it to battle darkness and a demon used it against an angel and it was lost for several centuries until an archaeologist unearthed it. It has been in our possession ever since. Our job has been to find the angel who will protect the Madonna and to bestow the Crux. I implore you to hurry up and decide if you trust me or not because Christian is looking for Andy as we speak.”
Miranda opened the box and looked down at the intricately designed Crux that culminated in a sharp blade. Miranda took in a deep breath. “I don’t know…”
“The dog didn’t attack me, did it?”
Miranda chewed the inside of her lip. It was a very good point. Priestly wasn’t worried about Emily at all. She rubbed her eyes. “Alright.” She nodded once, “I believe you.”
“Tell me where Andy is?”
Andy was propped up on a plethora of pillows with Lindy by her side, holding her hand and wetting her brow. They still had a little time between contractions. “You’re doing great, Andy.” Lindy smiled, “your baby girl is going to be beautiful.”
Emily appeared in the doorway, out of breath.
Lindy jumped to her feet, “how did you get in here?”
Andy stared in shock and fear. Emily waved her hands, “peace, I come in peace. Andy, can I do anything for you?”
“Where’s Miranda?” Andy demanded.
“She’s looking for Christian, this will all be over soon.”
“How did you get in here?” Lindy narrowed her eyes.
“I was in foster care,” Emily scoffed and rolled her eyes, “I know how to pick a lock.”
“I know her, Lindy, I work with her.” Andy waited until Lindy sat back down in the chair, her eyes still fixed on Emily with suspicion. Andy turned her attention back to Emily, “and Miranda just told you where I was?”
“Look, I get it, you don’t trust me, but may I just point out,” she motioned the dog who looked up at her and then back to Andy, “that the dog gets it?”
“Fine, stay.” Andy groaned as she felt another contraction.
Miranda trudged through the street, she had followed behind Emily to make absolutely sure that she was on the up and up. Christian was no where to be found, there was no barking and no sounds out of the ordinary coming from the house.
If Christian wasn’t following Emily then where was he? Miranda couldn’t even fathom where to look. She clutched the Crux in the sleeve of her sweater.
She stopped and suddenly realized that it was entirely possible that Christian anticipated her following Emily and had, in turn, followed her. She had probably just led him to Andy. Her heart began to race and she turned around and around, looking for him.
She needed to see him, she needed to know where he was. All of a sudden she was struck by an idea. She ran across a crosswalk and threw open the front door of the tallest building on the block. She made haste up the stairs and when she got to the roof she stood there for a moment, the cool air whipping her hair around her face. She took a deep breath and started running for the edge.
Miranda leapt off the ledge and felt the cold air rushing past her and she squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her body slam into the cold, hard asphalt of the street below. Immediately she felt weightless, she felt her soul ascending to heaven, she felt peaceful and calm.
Everything went dark as she floated through the ether and in a flash she could see everything on Earth.
Christian was watching from a small park near the house. She’d led him to the block but he wasn’t able to determine which house was the right one and he decided to conceal himself behind a tree until he thought Miranda had let down her guard enough to go in and check on Andy.
He wondered where Emily had gone off to. He decided that it wasn’t the most important thing to be worrying about at the moment.
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a pack of gum. He threw a piece into his mouth and cast his eyes around the neighborhood again, he’d lost sight of Miranda.
He felt fingers grip his curly hair and yank it backwards and he felt the lick of a knife’s blade against his throat. He scoffed.
“Looking for me?” Miranda whispered into his ear.
Christian laughed, “yeah, actually I am. What do you think you’re doing? You know I’m immortal.”
“It’s a good thing I have the Crux of Laodices, then, isn’t it?” She regripped it and kept it poised against his carotid.
He sucked in a nervous breath. “You don’t! That was supposed to have been destroyed!”
“Try me.” She snarled.
“What doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?” He recited, fidgeting underneath her hold.
“Mercy is not something I owe you. And as for God, I won’t ever be walking with him, humbly or otherwise.” She brushed the blade against his skin. “One of the perks of being immortal is that I won’t ever have to answer for my actions.”
“You can’t kill me.” He scoffed, “you’re an angel, you’re a protector of goodness, you’re a messenger of God. You can’t kill me.”
“Half.”
“What?” Christian furrowed his brow.
“I’m only half angel.” She growled as she slid the knife’s blade over his throat. The slit was shallow but enough to slice into the artery.
He coughed and choked as he sunk to the ground. He collapsed onto his back and stared up at Miranda. He sputtered and sprayed blood. His eyes were wide open, he knew that allowing them to close would spell the end.
He coughed again and his attempts at speech came out garbled and wet, but he managed to say, “half an angel?”
Miranda crouched down next to him and whispered, “God is in the details, Christian.” She put the Crux back into the box and kept it out of his reach. She wanted to actually watch him die to prove to herself that it wasn’t a hoax, he wasn’t going to die and then return to his body unmaimed moments later.
On the other hand she didn’t really think standing over a dead body with a murder weapon was really a great idea. She dragged Christian’s body to the bushes and she thought of Emily.
She felt a twang of guilt. She’d known she was capable of taking a life just as much as a human being was. Angels were protectors of goodness and possessors of infinite mercy and love, they were incapable of killing. Genies, on the other hand, were not only capable of killing, they often relished in it. As much as she’d always wanted to exemplify an angel, she knew that she’d always fallen short and watching the life drain out of a body was only further evidence.
She was no angel.
Then again, she wasn’t expected to be. Part of her mission was obviously to dispatch of the threat to Andy and humanity and when it had come down to it she was able to do so without hesitation. The only being capable of the mission as it was laid out was someone with the love and mercy of an angel, with the ruthless and calculating precision of a genie.
She had done it. She had completed her mission. All that remained was to check on Andy. She closed her eyes for a moment and said a soft hail Mary before crossing herself and standing up.
One last glance at Christian’s lifeless form and a pat of her pocket to feel the Crux and she took off running for the house and for Andy.
An ambulance was parked in the back when she got there and her heart wrenched with worry. As she approached Andy was being brought down on a stretcher, looking exhausted but ecstatic and she held a wriggling baby in her arms. Emily and Lindy followed down to the ambulance.
Andy smiled hugely when she saw Miranda, she held out a hand for her.
“Oh Andrea, your baby is beautiful,” Miranda kissed Andy’s forehead and brushed her fingertips over the baby’s soft hair.
One of the paramedics interrupted, “only one person can ride with her.”
Miranda nodded, “I’ll go.” She climbed into the back of the ambulance after Andy’s stretcher was lifted inside. She settled down next to Andy, holding her hand tightly. “You did so well, Andrea.”
“I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” Andy squeezed Miranda’s hand weakly. “This is all because of you.”
Miranda leaned her forehead against Andy’s and breathed easily. She felt bathed in relief, she felt calm and peaceful. “We can all go back to New York now, we can be a family, you and me and the twins and…” Miranda looked down at the softly cooing baby, “what are you going to call her?”
Andy looked up at her lover and smiled. “That’s a very good question.”
♥ fin
♥ This took a little over a month. The first part was posted July 6 and the last part is posted August 8. I loved writing it and I'm really happy to be done and I really loved and appreciated all of the feedback I was given. I really do appreciate feedback because it does actually help me write, what you all want out of my fic is what I want, so hopefully this is a good end and there aren't too many people out there who just wasted a whole month on this with no real results ;) thanks again for sticking with my craziness and look out for The Proposal!
author Coco // i_heart_cuddy
rating R
disclaimer I don't own The Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no profit off of this and there is no infringement intended.
pairing Miranda/Andy (eventually)
summary Fantasy. Miranda Priestly, the Ice Queen, the Dragon Lady, is a force to be reckoned with, an indelible force of nature, a mythical halfbreed.
author's note I'm pretending Nate doesn't exist, as most femmeslashers do, I suppose.
Christian slung Emily’s bag over his shoulder as they walked through the airport in Barcelona. Emily had chosen Spain because she didn’t think she’d find her there. Unfortunately her attempts at reverse psychology hadn’t yielded the results she’d been hoping for.
Christian stopped and looked at the board. “Well, Charlton, where to now?”
“Um…” she looked over the board and sighed heavily. “I don’t know. I don’t knooow.”
“What’s that noise? Is that your cell phone?”
Emily furrowed her brow and dug it out of her pocket. She flipped it open, “hello?”
“Emily.” Miranda’s voice snapped on the other end, making Emily immediately stand at attention. “Meet me in Prague in St. Jilji Church at 5 on Saturday.”
“Yes, Miranda.” Emily nodded quickly.
“That’s all.”
Emily closed her phone and turned to Christian. “Prague. Get us two tickets to Prague.”
“I’ll get you two set up in here,” Lindy Porter smiled at them as she showed them the guest room. “I’ll get you a few extra blankets, tonight’s supposed to get cold.”
“Thank you, Lindy.” Andy smiled cordially. Andy’s foot caught on the rug and Miranda deftly reached out and righted her. Andy blushed and moved further into the room.
Lindy bit her lip on a smile, “you look about ready to pop, how far along are you?”
Andy sat down on the bed and smiled, “eight months.”
Lindy smiled, “well, I made sure that the kitchen is stocked with all the goodies that expectant mothers should eat.”
“Thank you, Lindy, this is all very much appreciated.”
Lindy smiled and looked around, “alright ladies, I think that’s all you’ll need tonight.”
Miranda had given Christian and Emily 3 days for travel. Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning had been nerve wracking for Miranda and Andy alike. Miranda was out of her mind with worry and Andy was on edge because Miranda was.
Lindy was very accommodating and she even got Miranda to wind down on Friday night. Lindy made her pot of tea and drew her a bath, then played cards with Andy.
Miranda pulled on a black cashmere Marc Jacobs sweater and a pair of no name jeans. She put on a brave face about it but Andy knew that it killed her inside to wear the off the rack clothes that she’d been forced to wear during their excursion.
Miranda fidgeted with her hair as she checked it in the mirror for the umpteenth time. Priestly sat on the floor by Andy’s feet as they watched her pace.
Miranda sighed and looked at the time. “Alright. You two stay here, I don’t intend to be gone long.”
“I’ll be fine, Miranda, Lindy has had military training and I have Priestly.” Andy scratched his ears for emphasis.
“Alright.” Miranda sighed again. She nodded, “alright, yes.” She stepped forward, cupped Andy’s cheek and kissed her.
Andy sucked in a breath with a gasp and exclaimed, “oh God!”
“What?” Miranda’s eyes widened.
“Oh my God!” Andy stood from the chair and stared dumbstruck at Miranda, “I think my water just broke! I think I just went into labor!”
“Oh my God!” Miranda reiterated. Miranda started running around the room looking for something, “I can’t go now, I have to be with you.”
“Miranda, you have to go.” Andy said firmly, “the twins’ prophecy, you meet Emily in the church and she gives you something, you have to go.”
“I can’t just leave you.” Miranda insisted.
Andy shook her head stubbornly. “No. You have to go!”
Lindy appeared in the doorway, “is everything okay? I thought I heard you yell.”
“My water just broke.” Andy cupped her pregnant stomach.
“I’ll call the ambulance.”
Miranda shook her head, “no.” She put her hand on Lindy’s arm, “you had some medical training, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Lindy nodded.
Miranda gave Andy her cell phone. “I’ll call you when I think it’s safe and then you can call the ambulance.” Miranda kissed Andy’s forehead.
“I love you.” Andy whispered as Miranda whispered it back and rushed out of the room.
The church was dimly lit and there were only a few scattered people praying in the pews. Emily walked down the aisle, casting her eyes to both sides, looking for Miranda. She didn’t see her and she sat down in the front.
Just when Emily was beginning to think that she’d been sent on a wild goose chase Miranda stepped in front of her.
“What are you doing here?” Miranda demanded in a harsh whisper, “what do you have to do with all of this?
Emily stood up so that they were face to face and she said, “I’m part of a group that operates out of Oxford, we are in possession of the Crux of Laodices. The entire mission of our group is to make sure that you get the Crux.”
“What? I’ve never heard of this group and I’ve certainly never heard of the Crux of Laodices.” Miranda shook her head, “pray, tell me what reason I have to trust you.”
“Well, I’m telling you the truth. I can’t really prove anything to you. I can just ask you, in your heart of hearts do you mistrust me?”
“I’m not taking any chances.” Miranda pursed her lips.
“Evil people can’t set foot in churches, I know that’s why you asked me to meet you in one. That’s why Christian didn’t come in. I’ve been travelling with him because I needed to find you before Andy gave birth and I wanted to be able to keep an eye on Christian.”
“How do I know that this isn’t a trick?”
“Miranda,” Emily started as she dug out the little white box that contained the Crux. She put the box in Miranda’s hand, “I’m in love with him and you need to kill him. This Crux is the only thing that can kill an immortal being. To save humanity you need to kill him.”
Miranda opened her mouth to speak but Emily cut her off.
“And you have to trust me. Three years of working for you, don’t you think I’d need the patience of a saint? You know me Miranda. This is right.”
Miranda furrowed her brow. In her heart of hearts she did trust Emily, but her reason and logic center was still trying to make it make more sense.
“I’ve never heard of this Crux.” Miranda said stubbornly.
“We don’t advertise it. It’s not supposed to exist. There’s supposed to be nothing that can kill an immortal but this Crux does. The angel Laodices made it to battle darkness and a demon used it against an angel and it was lost for several centuries until an archaeologist unearthed it. It has been in our possession ever since. Our job has been to find the angel who will protect the Madonna and to bestow the Crux. I implore you to hurry up and decide if you trust me or not because Christian is looking for Andy as we speak.”
Miranda opened the box and looked down at the intricately designed Crux that culminated in a sharp blade. Miranda took in a deep breath. “I don’t know…”
“The dog didn’t attack me, did it?”
Miranda chewed the inside of her lip. It was a very good point. Priestly wasn’t worried about Emily at all. She rubbed her eyes. “Alright.” She nodded once, “I believe you.”
“Tell me where Andy is?”
Andy was propped up on a plethora of pillows with Lindy by her side, holding her hand and wetting her brow. They still had a little time between contractions. “You’re doing great, Andy.” Lindy smiled, “your baby girl is going to be beautiful.”
Emily appeared in the doorway, out of breath.
Lindy jumped to her feet, “how did you get in here?”
Andy stared in shock and fear. Emily waved her hands, “peace, I come in peace. Andy, can I do anything for you?”
“Where’s Miranda?” Andy demanded.
“She’s looking for Christian, this will all be over soon.”
“How did you get in here?” Lindy narrowed her eyes.
“I was in foster care,” Emily scoffed and rolled her eyes, “I know how to pick a lock.”
“I know her, Lindy, I work with her.” Andy waited until Lindy sat back down in the chair, her eyes still fixed on Emily with suspicion. Andy turned her attention back to Emily, “and Miranda just told you where I was?”
“Look, I get it, you don’t trust me, but may I just point out,” she motioned the dog who looked up at her and then back to Andy, “that the dog gets it?”
“Fine, stay.” Andy groaned as she felt another contraction.
Miranda trudged through the street, she had followed behind Emily to make absolutely sure that she was on the up and up. Christian was no where to be found, there was no barking and no sounds out of the ordinary coming from the house.
If Christian wasn’t following Emily then where was he? Miranda couldn’t even fathom where to look. She clutched the Crux in the sleeve of her sweater.
She stopped and suddenly realized that it was entirely possible that Christian anticipated her following Emily and had, in turn, followed her. She had probably just led him to Andy. Her heart began to race and she turned around and around, looking for him.
She needed to see him, she needed to know where he was. All of a sudden she was struck by an idea. She ran across a crosswalk and threw open the front door of the tallest building on the block. She made haste up the stairs and when she got to the roof she stood there for a moment, the cool air whipping her hair around her face. She took a deep breath and started running for the edge.
Miranda leapt off the ledge and felt the cold air rushing past her and she squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her body slam into the cold, hard asphalt of the street below. Immediately she felt weightless, she felt her soul ascending to heaven, she felt peaceful and calm.
Everything went dark as she floated through the ether and in a flash she could see everything on Earth.
Christian was watching from a small park near the house. She’d led him to the block but he wasn’t able to determine which house was the right one and he decided to conceal himself behind a tree until he thought Miranda had let down her guard enough to go in and check on Andy.
He wondered where Emily had gone off to. He decided that it wasn’t the most important thing to be worrying about at the moment.
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a pack of gum. He threw a piece into his mouth and cast his eyes around the neighborhood again, he’d lost sight of Miranda.
He felt fingers grip his curly hair and yank it backwards and he felt the lick of a knife’s blade against his throat. He scoffed.
“Looking for me?” Miranda whispered into his ear.
Christian laughed, “yeah, actually I am. What do you think you’re doing? You know I’m immortal.”
“It’s a good thing I have the Crux of Laodices, then, isn’t it?” She regripped it and kept it poised against his carotid.
He sucked in a nervous breath. “You don’t! That was supposed to have been destroyed!”
“Try me.” She snarled.
“What doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?” He recited, fidgeting underneath her hold.
“Mercy is not something I owe you. And as for God, I won’t ever be walking with him, humbly or otherwise.” She brushed the blade against his skin. “One of the perks of being immortal is that I won’t ever have to answer for my actions.”
“You can’t kill me.” He scoffed, “you’re an angel, you’re a protector of goodness, you’re a messenger of God. You can’t kill me.”
“Half.”
“What?” Christian furrowed his brow.
“I’m only half angel.” She growled as she slid the knife’s blade over his throat. The slit was shallow but enough to slice into the artery.
He coughed and choked as he sunk to the ground. He collapsed onto his back and stared up at Miranda. He sputtered and sprayed blood. His eyes were wide open, he knew that allowing them to close would spell the end.
He coughed again and his attempts at speech came out garbled and wet, but he managed to say, “half an angel?”
Miranda crouched down next to him and whispered, “God is in the details, Christian.” She put the Crux back into the box and kept it out of his reach. She wanted to actually watch him die to prove to herself that it wasn’t a hoax, he wasn’t going to die and then return to his body unmaimed moments later.
On the other hand she didn’t really think standing over a dead body with a murder weapon was really a great idea. She dragged Christian’s body to the bushes and she thought of Emily.
She felt a twang of guilt. She’d known she was capable of taking a life just as much as a human being was. Angels were protectors of goodness and possessors of infinite mercy and love, they were incapable of killing. Genies, on the other hand, were not only capable of killing, they often relished in it. As much as she’d always wanted to exemplify an angel, she knew that she’d always fallen short and watching the life drain out of a body was only further evidence.
She was no angel.
Then again, she wasn’t expected to be. Part of her mission was obviously to dispatch of the threat to Andy and humanity and when it had come down to it she was able to do so without hesitation. The only being capable of the mission as it was laid out was someone with the love and mercy of an angel, with the ruthless and calculating precision of a genie.
She had done it. She had completed her mission. All that remained was to check on Andy. She closed her eyes for a moment and said a soft hail Mary before crossing herself and standing up.
One last glance at Christian’s lifeless form and a pat of her pocket to feel the Crux and she took off running for the house and for Andy.
An ambulance was parked in the back when she got there and her heart wrenched with worry. As she approached Andy was being brought down on a stretcher, looking exhausted but ecstatic and she held a wriggling baby in her arms. Emily and Lindy followed down to the ambulance.
Andy smiled hugely when she saw Miranda, she held out a hand for her.
“Oh Andrea, your baby is beautiful,” Miranda kissed Andy’s forehead and brushed her fingertips over the baby’s soft hair.
One of the paramedics interrupted, “only one person can ride with her.”
Miranda nodded, “I’ll go.” She climbed into the back of the ambulance after Andy’s stretcher was lifted inside. She settled down next to Andy, holding her hand tightly. “You did so well, Andrea.”
“I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” Andy squeezed Miranda’s hand weakly. “This is all because of you.”
Miranda leaned her forehead against Andy’s and breathed easily. She felt bathed in relief, she felt calm and peaceful. “We can all go back to New York now, we can be a family, you and me and the twins and…” Miranda looked down at the softly cooing baby, “what are you going to call her?”
Andy looked up at her lover and smiled. “That’s a very good question.”
♥ fin
♥ This took a little over a month. The first part was posted July 6 and the last part is posted August 8. I loved writing it and I'm really happy to be done and I really loved and appreciated all of the feedback I was given. I really do appreciate feedback because it does actually help me write, what you all want out of my fic is what I want, so hopefully this is a good end and there aren't too many people out there who just wasted a whole month on this with no real results ;) thanks again for sticking with my craziness and look out for The Proposal!