Thank You Irv Ravitz 3/?

Apr 27, 2010 19:47



Title: Thank You Irv Ravitz
Author: worst_liar_ever 
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada

Pairing: Miranda/Andy - Eventually
Raiting: PG - for now
Spoilers: None - Set after the Film.
Summary: Andy overhears something very interesting. Now she needs to put it to good use.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters you recognise. I do own Preston. I <3 him.

A/N: Australian spelling so don’t freak. Lol

A/NN: You all can thank calliopedawn  for this chapter. We were afraid this would be a little dull without any Miranda. So we decided to see what she was up to while the plan was afoot. I left it so long since the last update because i was a little stuck and i didn't want to post this chapter until i had the next one sorted. Phew, disaster averted! Thanks to all my commenters! From what i read you are all keen to see where the plot is going. I don't have the heart to make you suffer so i will post the next chapter soon!

A/NNN: All the writers out there know, comments = love!

Chapter 1 <

Chapter 3

The door to the townhouse flew open, two red heads shooting through the foyer and out of sight in moments. Miranda sighed inaudibly and pursed her lips and the woman standing before her.

“Why didn’t you inform me of this?” She stared the woman down, watching her visibly shrink before her. Miranda knew this was not Cara’s fault, but there was no one else around for her to transfer her anger.

“I-” Miranda cut her off, she was not interested in excuses. “Tales of your incompetence bore me. If you had one ounce of backbone I expect you would have said something. Yet again I am surrounded by fools who are unable to undertake the most simple of tasks.”

Cara focussed on a spot on the floor. She knew that Miranda didn’t want a response. She also knew that if she ignored her, nothing would be mentioned of this tirade tomorrow. Perceiving the flick of the wrist without seeing it, the woman fled the townhouse without a backwards glance.

~*~*~*~*~*~

There was no way that Miranda was going to be able to edit the Book this evening. This was unacceptable. She loved the Book; it was the best part of her day. It was a time when she could see the transformation from her theoretical demands to a practical outcome. But not today, she could not think about the line of the new Vera Wang dress or the article on up and coming designers.

It had been eight months. Eight months since Stephen, that coward of a man that she once called her husband, decided to leave her. No one but a coward would wait until you were out of the country to announce a divorce. Thrust it upon you over the phone like it was just some ordinary type of recount.

She hadn’t seen him since before she left for Paris. He had removed himself from the townhouse before she returned. She was glad for this at least. Miranda Priestly did not beg. If Stephen wanted to leave, felt stifled or alone, then he should go.

If it was just her then it would have been ok. This was the reason for her inability to concentrate. She was summoned to Dalton today, unable to get out of it. It seemed that Caroline and Cassidy’s teachers had some ‘concerns’. This was unexpected, Cara never said a thing. The girls seemed to show no interest in Stephen. They seemed to be glad that he left. So why then were their teachers talking about an increase in apathy. Why in the world were they talking about depression?

Miranda sighed, the sound echoed in the silent room. Her girls were upstairs doing their homework and now she was contemplating what to do about this new development. They had gone to therapy before, but they seemed to hate her more for making them go than for whatever else that was worrying them.

Miranda knew what she needed. It was the same thing that she had been pinning over for the past eight months. It was difficult to finally find competence, but not mere competence, complete satisfying competence. Andréa Sachs left a gap that no one in her life had attempted to fill.

The truth was that no one had attempted to achieve what Andréa did. Nigel was the closest person in her life which was why she could not let him go to James Holt. But even he had not come as far as Andréa. He knew her moods and her tastes but he never tried to anticipate her, to comprehend her. He like all of her husbands never tried to see beyond the façade that was La Priestly. Like Dorothy, no one but Andréa dared looked behind the curtain.

Andréa would know what to do. She would know what action should be taken over this melancholy that had surrounded her girls. Even if she didn’t know, Miranda was sure that she would have spent all of her efforts on finding out. That was what Miranda missed the most, someone who would go to the ends of the earth for her.

So now what was she supposed to do, research depression or the early stages of it, like some middle class housewife? She supposed that she could speak to a therapist about it. The truth was she hated therapists more than her children did.

Getting to the bottom of what was bothering them had to be her top priority. If she really contemplated it she could see that she had removed herself a little more in the months since Paris. She told herself it was because Irv had threatened her job and she needed to make sure that it was secure. That was not untrue but it was not the whole truth.

Shaking up Irv’s plan to replace her with Jaqueline Follet was well thought out and there would be no way that he could have achieved something similar so soon. She was spending more and more time at work. It seemed that all her focus was on that empty desk that kept filling up with ‘not- Andréa’s’. She had been neglecting her girls. That at least had to stop.

Despite her reputation as the Ice Queen, Miranda never wanted that to reflect her life at home. She had always gone to great lengths to make sure that she was there for her girls. She knew what it was like with an absent father which explained her acute desire for a father figure for them.

The book was carefully placed and left for the evening. There was no point in Miranda staring at its colourful pages; she wasn’t taking any of it in. Slowly ascending the stairs, she considered her options. Action was necessary; she needed to make sure that her girls did not drift further into depression.

Miranda stood at the door to her girl’s room, watching them playing some inane videogame in complete silence. She could see it now, the difference in their behaviour. There would have been a time when they had spent the evening laughing and trying to distract their mother from her work. They would eventually succeed, Miranda could never deny them.

So the signs were there, if she had dared to see them.

“Girls, can I talk to you.” Miranda was never one to put of a difficult task.

“Mom, what is it, you have been quiet since you came to our school today.” Cassidy nodded, agreeing with her sister’s assessment.

“I want to ask you about Stephen.” Miranda was surprised at the look the passed between her girls.

“What is it? I want you to be honest with me like always.” She watched them closely, her expression visibly softening.

The girls seemed to come to some agreement. “We never really liked Stephen” Cassidy began. “He complained a lot” Caroline added. “He always went on about your work, like he didn’t know how important Runway is. What a loser!”

“I see, so you don’t miss him at all?” The fashionista was becoming more confused as the conversation continued. Her girls were obviously missing something.

“No mom, we don’t miss him. We know that you do and we are sorry that he left.” Cassidy was always more the more emotionally aware twin. She reached out and put an arm around her mother in comfort.

“Me? I am fine girls; really, I don’t miss Stephen as much as I should I suppose.”

“You don’t? But you are never home, you are always busy. You only do that when you are really upset. We just wanted to give you some space.” The girls were clearly as confused as Miranda was.

Miranda considered her words carefully. Her girls had been pulling away out of deference to her. She had been hurting, but not due to the absence of her erstwhile husband.

“It was a surprise at the time, but I realise it was a long time coming. I am sorry if I have been neglecting you girls, I never meant to. I will make it up to you, I promise.” The older woman pulled her daughters into a tight embrace, breathing in their scent.

Cassidy and Caroline held their mother as tight as they could. To the casual observer they would just be enjoying the embrace, but to someone who knew it was clear they were plotting. They decided that some recognisance was in order. There was no way their mother would reveal anything to them consciously. They decided that their best plan of action was to watch her carefully to discern what it was that their mother was yearning for. They decided with a nod to each other.

“Thanks mum, we missed you.” Both twins nodded emphatically.

Chapter 4

thank you irv ravitz, miranda/andy

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