SECOND CHANCE
SECRET VALENTINE FOR... jennedyjld
To: jennedyjld
For: Challenge: Valentine's Day 2010
Title: SECOND CHANCE
Pairing: Miranda/ Andy
jennedyjld request: What I Want: I would be thrilled to death with a Mirandy fic - I adore well-done smut, though it's not absolutely necessary. I'd rather the fic be set post-movie, but whether Miranda and Andy are an established couple is entirely up to you. I'd just prefer not to worry about Stephen or Nate.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or any claims to The Devil Wears Prada. But a girl can dream!
A/N: Life's got me by the tail right now. I've got most of your story finished, just need to put the final touches on it. But I didn't want you to think you were forgotten, so, here's a little sample and the rest should (hopefully) follow very soon! Hope you like!
SECOND CHANCE
It had been over a year now. Andy's mind was occupied again by the thought. Over a year since she had walked away, tossing the phone with Miranda's name blinking on the caller ID into the water of the flowing fountain. She had been so sure then, that escaping RUNWAY, leaving the older woman behind was what she had to do to keep true to herself. To not become the kind of person she knew the editor had to be to maintain her power and position.
But now, as she walked down the street, staring up at the Elias-Clarke building as it loomed above her, the feelings her fear had kept hidden moved again to the forefront of her mind. She missed the strong woman. Missed the confidence and elegance she exuded to the world around her. She missed the daily challenges her former boss never doubted she could accomplish. She missed her beauty and grace. She missed those icy, glaring eyes. She missed Miranda.
Andy looked up at the window that was a voyeurs entrance to the editors world and sighed. A sigh that did indeed mean regret. Of all the changes in her life that happened during her tenure at the magazine and after leaving, she regretted the loss of being at Miranda's side the most.
A familiar voice, screaming, pulled her from her thoughts. She looked into the shifting crowd around her, her eyes moving directly to two heads of red hair and took off at a full run in their direction.
"CASSIDY!!" The voice rang out.
As she approached she could see Miranda's daughters fighting the hold of a tall man with a hood over his head. One twin, Caroline she knew, had pulled loose from his grasp and was swinging and flailing her arms at him. He pushed her to the ground and started to move away with Cassidy wiggling under his arm. Not one single person on the street acknowledged the scene. Typical New Yorkers. Andy's mind raced back to the girls. She stopped at Caroline and helped her up as a security guard was exiting the building.
"Andy!" She screamed when she recognized the young woman. "He's got Cassidy!" She was frantic.
Andy placed her hands on the girls shoulders keeping an eye on the retreating figure, "I'll get her! Go! Get your mom!" She glanced a look at the guard, "call 911 and get Miranda!" Then she was off in the same direction as the kidnapper, running like her life, no Cassidy's life depended on it. She focused on the parting crowd in the distance that was making room for the assailant and a squirming Cassidy. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted his obvious destination, a white panel van.
"OH HELL NO!" She sprinted toward the parked vehicle.....