On The Island Part 3
Title: On the Island
Rating: PG now R later
Pairing: Miranda/Donna
Summary: Miranda and Andrea go to the Island for a vacation and Miranda gets the shock of a lifetime when she meets Donna.
Disclaimer: I don't own DWP and MM
Sorry FF addict 555 for this being so late but things have been so crazy here...I promise I will finish this as soon as possible. Hope this is what you wanted.
Miranda sat outside until she felt her pants getting damp telling her that she was spending too much time outside and she better get in dry clothes or she would catch a cold. She wandered back up the stairs and stopped at the fountain that was in the center of the courtyard. For some reason it seemed to draw her attention, and Miranda frowning sat on the ledge.
This fountain was strange it seemed to say, I hold the key to your happiness and all you have to do is figure out how to listen to me. Annoyed that she was trying to listen to a fountain, Miranda ran her fingers angrily though the water. “Hey what did the water ever do to you?” Miranda’s head shot up and she came face to face with Donna.
“Nothing, its annoying for some reason.”
“Yes, some say that, it is Aphrodite’s fountain. Legend has it that if you drink from the fountain you will find your true love.” Miranda looked at Donna and laughed, there was no way she was serious.
“I’m not about to drink anything that comes out of that fountain.”
“Well yes I agree but according to a few of my guests all hope is not lost as a few have found love by just running their fingers through the water and praying to the Gods to deliver them their true love. Maybe that will work for you,” she said over her shoulder as she walked off. Miranda shook her head, not going to do it. Miranda was trying to convince herself that this was stupid when she looked down and noticed that seemingly by themselves her fingers were running themselves though the cool water. Miranda swallowed her pride and lifted her head to the sky, “please, please bring me my one true love. Please give me a chance a true happiness.”
Little did Miranda know that Andrea was standing off in the shadows watching Miranda pray to the Gods for her true love. She tip toed backwards and nearly bumped right into as Miranda called her Donna’s young clone. In all actuality her name was Sophie and she really was nothing like her mother but one never disagrees with Miranda. Or in Andrea’s case you don’t disagree too much.
“Andy, hi how are you?” She asked as she bounced over to the older woman. Sophie was glad to have someone around her age on the island, she just wished that Andy would let loose a little. She seemed so uptight and constantly around Miranda. What was it about those two.
“I’m well how are you,” Andy motioned for the two to walk further away from Miranda and her thoughts, god only knew that if Miranda found out that Andrea was listening to her prayers she would be murdered.
That night the sky seemed to open up as though the gods were unleashing their anger and reigning down on earth. Thunder and lighting struck the house and the waves crashed on the beach. Andrea couldn’t sleep and was now once again outside Miranda’s door. Yes, she was afraid of storms and while she was sure that Miranda would be angry and would probably send her back to her one bed, there was a glimmer of hope that she was stay up with the terrified younger woman.
“Miranda,” Andrea said as she knocked on the door so gently that she was sure Miranda wouldn’t hear it but sure enough a few seconds later Miranda opened the door. Her hair was ruffled and she was rubbing sleep out of her blurry eyes, well it was clear she could sleep through the storm.
“What’s the matter,” she asked as she yawned and leaned against the doorframe but before Andrea could answer another bolt of lighting and crack of thunder shook the windowpanes and Andrea leapt and whimpered. “It would seem you are like Caroline, come in.”
“What?”
“Caroline is also deathly afraid of storms, Cassidy the dark, come on get in you can stay here tonight.” Andrea looked at Miranda and then ran for the bed burying herself in the covers. Miranda followed at a slower pace and slid into bed, “so you’re afraid of the storm and you come to me?” Miranda was surprised, not that she minded she as actually coming to think of Andrea as a friend though she had this nagging feeling in the back of her mind where she wanted to mother the girl. So she was sure it was not a typical type of friendship, but then again she was Miranda Priestly when was anything she did normal?
“In case you haven’t noticed we are on an island and you are the only one I really know here. And they may call you the Ice Queen but you are an amazing mother and will do anything for your children so I thought that you might be able to offer some comfort.” Andrea rolled over to look at Miranda’s profile. It was perfect, well except for her nose.
“Thank you for that, and yes you are right, I may not seem to care but I do, I just do it from afar. But these are unusual times so I am willing to make and expectation.”
“Thank you. Miranda?”
“Hmm.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“I believe you just did but yes you can.”
“What happened to your nose?”
“I was born with it this way, deviated septum.” Miranda ran one finger over the bump on her nose and sighed, “I guess I just got used to it over the years and by the time I had the money to fix it, I was an icon so it was unnecessary. I now have prided myself on never having plastic surgery.” Miranda looked down at Andrea who was curled up on her shoulder, fast asleep and smiled. The world works in funny ways. Now if she could only get as close to Donna as she has to Andrea, everything could be perfect.
Andrea rolled over in her sleep and heard a groan. Wait that wasn’t right, she opened her eyes and found herself face to face with Miranda Priestly. “Could you please thrashing around your worse than my twins and my ex-husbands combined.”
“Ekkk!” Said Andrea as she rolled away from Miranda and right off the bed.
“Well that was wildly unnecessary.”
“Umm,….Thank you for letting me stay but I should go now, so….bye.” And with that Andrea ran out of the door. Andrea Sachs, strange little girl.
The next few days Miranda spent a lot of time exploring the Island and wandering around the beach and planning her move on Donna. Andrea seemed to be MIA since the storm which was fine with Miranda as she needed all her brain power to not make an ass out of herself.
Smash, well that plan went straight to Hell in a hand basket as she walked right into Donna’s washing. How in world had she missed that? “Miranda, oh are you okay?”
“Yes I’m fine just my pride is hurt.”
“Come sit have coffee with me,” Donna offered and Miranda smiled following the woman.
“This is a lovely place, have you owned it long?”
“About 16 years.”
“Wow, impressive.”
“Says the Editor-in-Chief of Runway. Yes don’t look so shocked I know who you are. Sophie is an avid reader of your magazine and follows your Editor’s pages as though they were rules of life.”
“Really? Interesting, and you? What do you think about the magazine?”
“Honestly?”
“Of course,” now Miranda was interested.
“It confuses me, and the girls are so skinny. That is not attractive. Woman have curves and hips, and breasts. They are not sticks, but apart from it being, in my opinion, not attractive I feel it sends the wrong message to young girls.”
“A lot of mothers, including myself, feel that way. But as famous as I am and as powerful as my reign is even I can not change the look of models. But it must count for something that the Queen of Fashion is over fifty, and not perfect.”
“You look pretty damn good for over fifty, and age is just a number.”
“Oh honey we can’t all live in that idealized world. I feel my time is ending at the top.” Oh God Miranda just shut up what are you saying?
“What do you think you would do if that were true?”
“I think I would want a complete change. I wouldn’t want to stay in New York anymore. Maybe I would go home to England, but I don’t know.”
“Maybe you will find your true love on the island and they will sweep you off your feet.”
“Maybe, except for the sweeping me off my feet thing. I would prefer to be the one doing the sweeping.” Donna looked over at Miranda and at the same moment she looked up and their eyes met. This woman was hard to figure out but had the most amazing blue eyes Donna had ever seen.
“Mom!” Donna’s head shot up at her daughter’s voice. Whatever moment was going on between these two was broken. Miranda groaned and stepped back out of the kitchen and opened her phone, Andrea.
“Hello,” Andrea said as she was down on the beach.
“Andrea where are you?”
“Beach by the docks.”
“Don’t move,” and she took off for the beach. Miranda needed to talk this out and Andrea was going to listen. She wanted to be friends she was about to learn that being friends with Miranda was not an easy task.
The minute Miranda sat down next to Andrea she started talking as she replayed the entire conversation. “So,” she said after she finished, “now what?”
“Okay can I just say, since when did I become the relationship expert. In case you haven’t noticed I am single after cheating on my last boyfriend. That aside I think you have made progress but you need to step it up.”
“Well short of jumping her I don’t know what to do. That aside your relationship status needs to change you my girl are coming to parties with me. I hate going alone and then I can talk to you instead of getting dragged around by Donatella as she tells me about her latest crises.”
“Okay cool, sounds like fun. But you can’t jump her but ask her to go with you on that boat ride thing you are doing tonight. You know the one you thought I was going to enjoy.”
“Ohh, good idea. Now come on.”
“Why what now?”
“We have to find something to wear, and you have an invitation to deliver.” Miranda took off and Andrea stunned rushed to follow.
Andrea found Miranda in her room flipping through her clothes. “Wow, slow down, if you want me to deliver her an invite then you need to write one. So sit down and write.”
“Oh right, where is my bag with my office equipment?”
“In my room, I’ll get it.” Andrea returned with her bag and her stationary. Miranda put on her glasses and sat at her desk pen poised over the paper as she thought. Then with a small smile she began to write. After she was done she handed it over to Andrea to read.
Rating: PG now R later
Pairing: Miranda/Donna
Summary: Miranda and Andrea go to the Island for a vacation and Miranda gets the shock of a lifetime when she meets Donna.
Disclaimer: I don't own DWP and MM
Sorry FF addict 555 for this being so late but things have been so crazy here...I promise I will finish this as soon as possible. Hope this is what you wanted.
Miranda sat outside until she felt her pants getting damp telling her that she was spending too much time outside and she better get in dry clothes or she would catch a cold. She wandered back up the stairs and stopped at the fountain that was in the center of the courtyard. For some reason it seemed to draw her attention, and Miranda frowning sat on the ledge.
This fountain was strange it seemed to say, I hold the key to your happiness and all you have to do is figure out how to listen to me. Annoyed that she was trying to listen to a fountain, Miranda ran her fingers angrily though the water. “Hey what did the water ever do to you?” Miranda’s head shot up and she came face to face with Donna.
“Nothing, its annoying for some reason.”
“Yes, some say that, it is Aphrodite’s fountain. Legend has it that if you drink from the fountain you will find your true love.” Miranda looked at Donna and laughed, there was no way she was serious.
“I’m not about to drink anything that comes out of that fountain.”
“Well yes I agree but according to a few of my guests all hope is not lost as a few have found love by just running their fingers through the water and praying to the Gods to deliver them their true love. Maybe that will work for you,” she said over her shoulder as she walked off. Miranda shook her head, not going to do it. Miranda was trying to convince herself that this was stupid when she looked down and noticed that seemingly by themselves her fingers were running themselves though the cool water. Miranda swallowed her pride and lifted her head to the sky, “please, please bring me my one true love. Please give me a chance a true happiness.”
Little did Miranda know that Andrea was standing off in the shadows watching Miranda pray to the Gods for her true love. She tip toed backwards and nearly bumped right into as Miranda called her Donna’s young clone. In all actuality her name was Sophie and she really was nothing like her mother but one never disagrees with Miranda. Or in Andrea’s case you don’t disagree too much.
“Andy, hi how are you?” She asked as she bounced over to the older woman. Sophie was glad to have someone around her age on the island, she just wished that Andy would let loose a little. She seemed so uptight and constantly around Miranda. What was it about those two.
“I’m well how are you,” Andy motioned for the two to walk further away from Miranda and her thoughts, god only knew that if Miranda found out that Andrea was listening to her prayers she would be murdered.
That night the sky seemed to open up as though the gods were unleashing their anger and reigning down on earth. Thunder and lighting struck the house and the waves crashed on the beach. Andrea couldn’t sleep and was now once again outside Miranda’s door. Yes, she was afraid of storms and while she was sure that Miranda would be angry and would probably send her back to her one bed, there was a glimmer of hope that she was stay up with the terrified younger woman.
“Miranda,” Andrea said as she knocked on the door so gently that she was sure Miranda wouldn’t hear it but sure enough a few seconds later Miranda opened the door. Her hair was ruffled and she was rubbing sleep out of her blurry eyes, well it was clear she could sleep through the storm.
“What’s the matter,” she asked as she yawned and leaned against the doorframe but before Andrea could answer another bolt of lighting and crack of thunder shook the windowpanes and Andrea leapt and whimpered. “It would seem you are like Caroline, come in.”
“What?”
“Caroline is also deathly afraid of storms, Cassidy the dark, come on get in you can stay here tonight.” Andrea looked at Miranda and then ran for the bed burying herself in the covers. Miranda followed at a slower pace and slid into bed, “so you’re afraid of the storm and you come to me?” Miranda was surprised, not that she minded she as actually coming to think of Andrea as a friend though she had this nagging feeling in the back of her mind where she wanted to mother the girl. So she was sure it was not a typical type of friendship, but then again she was Miranda Priestly when was anything she did normal?
“In case you haven’t noticed we are on an island and you are the only one I really know here. And they may call you the Ice Queen but you are an amazing mother and will do anything for your children so I thought that you might be able to offer some comfort.” Andrea rolled over to look at Miranda’s profile. It was perfect, well except for her nose.
“Thank you for that, and yes you are right, I may not seem to care but I do, I just do it from afar. But these are unusual times so I am willing to make and expectation.”
“Thank you. Miranda?”
“Hmm.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“I believe you just did but yes you can.”
“What happened to your nose?”
“I was born with it this way, deviated septum.” Miranda ran one finger over the bump on her nose and sighed, “I guess I just got used to it over the years and by the time I had the money to fix it, I was an icon so it was unnecessary. I now have prided myself on never having plastic surgery.” Miranda looked down at Andrea who was curled up on her shoulder, fast asleep and smiled. The world works in funny ways. Now if she could only get as close to Donna as she has to Andrea, everything could be perfect.
Andrea rolled over in her sleep and heard a groan. Wait that wasn’t right, she opened her eyes and found herself face to face with Miranda Priestly. “Could you please thrashing around your worse than my twins and my ex-husbands combined.”
“Ekkk!” Said Andrea as she rolled away from Miranda and right off the bed.
“Well that was wildly unnecessary.”
“Umm,….Thank you for letting me stay but I should go now, so….bye.” And with that Andrea ran out of the door. Andrea Sachs, strange little girl.
The next few days Miranda spent a lot of time exploring the Island and wandering around the beach and planning her move on Donna. Andrea seemed to be MIA since the storm which was fine with Miranda as she needed all her brain power to not make an ass out of herself.
Smash, well that plan went straight to Hell in a hand basket as she walked right into Donna’s washing. How in world had she missed that? “Miranda, oh are you okay?”
“Yes I’m fine just my pride is hurt.”
“Come sit have coffee with me,” Donna offered and Miranda smiled following the woman.
“This is a lovely place, have you owned it long?”
“About 16 years.”
“Wow, impressive.”
“Says the Editor-in-Chief of Runway. Yes don’t look so shocked I know who you are. Sophie is an avid reader of your magazine and follows your Editor’s pages as though they were rules of life.”
“Really? Interesting, and you? What do you think about the magazine?”
“Honestly?”
“Of course,” now Miranda was interested.
“It confuses me, and the girls are so skinny. That is not attractive. Woman have curves and hips, and breasts. They are not sticks, but apart from it being, in my opinion, not attractive I feel it sends the wrong message to young girls.”
“A lot of mothers, including myself, feel that way. But as famous as I am and as powerful as my reign is even I can not change the look of models. But it must count for something that the Queen of Fashion is over fifty, and not perfect.”
“You look pretty damn good for over fifty, and age is just a number.”
“Oh honey we can’t all live in that idealized world. I feel my time is ending at the top.” Oh God Miranda just shut up what are you saying?
“What do you think you would do if that were true?”
“I think I would want a complete change. I wouldn’t want to stay in New York anymore. Maybe I would go home to England, but I don’t know.”
“Maybe you will find your true love on the island and they will sweep you off your feet.”
“Maybe, except for the sweeping me off my feet thing. I would prefer to be the one doing the sweeping.” Donna looked over at Miranda and at the same moment she looked up and their eyes met. This woman was hard to figure out but had the most amazing blue eyes Donna had ever seen.
“Mom!” Donna’s head shot up at her daughter’s voice. Whatever moment was going on between these two was broken. Miranda groaned and stepped back out of the kitchen and opened her phone, Andrea.
“Hello,” Andrea said as she was down on the beach.
“Andrea where are you?”
“Beach by the docks.”
“Don’t move,” and she took off for the beach. Miranda needed to talk this out and Andrea was going to listen. She wanted to be friends she was about to learn that being friends with Miranda was not an easy task.
The minute Miranda sat down next to Andrea she started talking as she replayed the entire conversation. “So,” she said after she finished, “now what?”
“Okay can I just say, since when did I become the relationship expert. In case you haven’t noticed I am single after cheating on my last boyfriend. That aside I think you have made progress but you need to step it up.”
“Well short of jumping her I don’t know what to do. That aside your relationship status needs to change you my girl are coming to parties with me. I hate going alone and then I can talk to you instead of getting dragged around by Donatella as she tells me about her latest crises.”
“Okay cool, sounds like fun. But you can’t jump her but ask her to go with you on that boat ride thing you are doing tonight. You know the one you thought I was going to enjoy.”
“Ohh, good idea. Now come on.”
“Why what now?”
“We have to find something to wear, and you have an invitation to deliver.” Miranda took off and Andrea stunned rushed to follow.
Andrea found Miranda in her room flipping through her clothes. “Wow, slow down, if you want me to deliver her an invite then you need to write one. So sit down and write.”
“Oh right, where is my bag with my office equipment?”
“In my room, I’ll get it.” Andrea returned with her bag and her stationary. Miranda put on her glasses and sat at her desk pen poised over the paper as she thought. Then with a small smile she began to write. After she was done she handed it over to Andrea to read.