part 3
Title: Camping
Rating: PG now will be R
Pairing: Mirandy
Disclaimer: I own nothing
The door banged open and Andrea was out of her seat and in a second, grabbing Miranda’s and her purse, knowing what Miranda would want. She was right the minute Miranda entered the door she grabbed Andrea’s hand and yanked her out of the office with incredible force. Hmm, this feels familiar thought Andrea as she felt herself being pulled out of the office.
Last Year.
Andrea was walking through Paris on one of her few breaks. Miranda was in a meeting with Irv and Jacqueline with her phone off so Andrea was free. She had been in Pairs for a week and had yet to see any of Paris so off she went. And like a silly tourist she went to the Eiffel Tower. Standing at the top she turned around and took in the view. It was then that her phone rang.
“Andrea, Andrea where are you?”
“Miranda, I’m at the Eiffel Tower.”
“Figures, stay there I’ll be right there.”
“Okay.” But she said it for no reason because Miranda had hung up. She continued to take in the view and wonder what had pissed of Miranda this time. She didn’t have long to wait because soon the distinctive smell of Miranda’s perfume came wafting up her nose and she turned to see Miranda getting off the elevator and looking around for her. Andrea waved and Miranda approached.
“Hey” said Andrea because she had nothing else to say. Miranda was confident in Andrea’s work ability and they did occasionally talked about other things but this was the first time Miranda sought out Andrea.
“Hello,” replied Miranda and she laid her gloved hand on the railing. She sighed so softly that Andrea could have missed it except for the fact that Miranda was standing so close to her. “You know the last time I was here was just before I left Paris to move to the United States. I came her to say goodbye.” Miranda continued as her eyes glassed over as though looking into the past.
“How come you never came back?” Asked Andrea generally curious.
“I don’t have the time, my life is Runway and now it seems like I won’t even have that.”
“What, they can’t take Runway from you. You are like the Paris without the Eiffel Tower. It just doesn’t happen.”
“Thank you Andrea I always love to think of myself as a national monument.” Said Miranda dryly. Andrea couldn’t hold in her laughter and giggled, Miranda turned and looked at her giving her a what is so funny look.
“How much would you charge for admission?” Asked a still giggling Andrea. In response Miranda rolled her eyes and shook her head but allowed a small smile to grace her lips. She shivered then when a particularly cold gust of wind whipped through her coat. Without thinking Andrea took off her scarf and wrapped it around Miranda exposed neck.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” and together they made their way down the tower. Once in the car Andrea heard a clicking sound. She turned to see Miranda tapping her perfectly manicured nails against the arm rest. Andrea turned away and tried to ignore the noise but finally it got on her nerves, “Enough!”
“What?”
“Clicking nails, I hate that sound. Please pick a new nervous tick, one that is quieter.” Miranda looked stunned but noticed that Andrea meant business and she mumbled, “sorry” and they continued the ride in silence. Once they were back at the hotel Andrea jumped out and headed into the hotel without a backwards glance. Miranda followed with a inward confused look. Why was Andrea running away from her, but why?
Miranda, stop it, what is the matter with you? She thought to herself as she pasted a smile on her face and flipped her hair in her signature pose. All the while wondering why she was concerned with what Andrea was thinking. She wasn’t used to caring for others feelings, other than her daughters. And Andrea was just her assistant but then again when Miranda needed someone to talk to the first person she thought of was Andrea. When she thought about it she supposed that Andrea was the closet she had to a real friend. But now that she thought of Andrea as a friend how was she supposed to treat her and separate work from private life. These questions and thousands of others ran through Miranda’s brain as she walked to her room, or at least she intended to. It appeared that her brain and her feet had different ideas, the feet won.