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Ghosts of My Girlfriend's Past, Present and Future (4/10)
Coco // i_heart_cuddy
rating R
pairing Miranda/Andy
disclaimer I don't own the Devil Wears Prada, I don't own Meryl Streep or Anne Hathaway and I make no money off of my exploits herein.
summary Sequel to Devil May Care. After retiring from Runway and faced with crippling boredom, Miranda sets out to deal with her long repressed feelings of abandonment and cross her mother over to the next plane.
genre I guess maybe it's a crossover. It's a little bit Ghost Whisperer, a little bit Ghost Town and maybe a tiny bit X-Files. None of which I own or make any money off of. ♥
warnings abuse.
AN Any resemblance to actual arguments I've had with my girlfriend are totally by accident shamelessly stolen/borrowed/rewritten from my own life.
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Character Cheat Sheet for this Universe
"Please," Joanne hurried forward, unlocking the door, afraid that the vision of Miranda would disappear as mysteriously as it had appeared. "Come in, make yourself comfortable. I just have to put this stuff away real quick." The door swung open.
Miranda stared at the open doorway with suspicion. Lucas nodded towards it. Miranda spared a glance at Joanne before stepping into the apartment. Joanne shut the door behind them. "You can sit in here," she gestured to the living room, "or you could come into the kitchen. I could make coffee."
Miranda was powerless to do anything but follow Joanne into the kitchen. The apartment was a safe thing to fix on, so as she sat at the darkly finished wood table she analysed every visible inch of the apartment. Beautiful blue tilework as a splashboard, granite countertops, lustrous cherry hardwood floors. Not half bad for Brooklyn.
She thought next of Joanne's smooth, linguistically fascinating voice. It was an amalgamation of the English accent that Miranda remembered, mixed with an obvious German influence that was probably from being married to a German man and speaking German to high schoolers and a dab of New Yorker.
"Coffee?"
Miranda nodded.
"I make half-caf, is that all right?" Joanne asked holding the cannister up, poised in front of the Mr. Coffee.
Miranda nodded.
"You two look so much alike!" Lucas exclaimed as he got his face close to Joanne's. "I couldn't tell when she was reading the magazine, she had her head down. Wow, that really is a family nose, isn't it? Too bad the twins didn't get it, I've always liked it."
Miranda put a finger in front of her lips and mouthed 'shut up, please' to Lucas before Joanne turned back around. Lucas held up his hands defensively, "okay, okay, I get it. Silent moral support..."
"So, you were in the neighborhood," Joanne said as she sat down, knowing that it was neither a neighborhood that Miranda was likely to be in by chance, nor an address she would know without doing a little digging.
Miranda put a hand up, "I don't think I'm ready to talk yet."
"Take your time." Joanne wanted to hug Miranda with every fibre of her being, she wanted to cry and tell her how happy she was to see her again after so many years and she wanted desperately to believe that Miranda had forgiven her.
Miranda's subconscious was flooded with thoughts and memories that she could scarcely concentrate on any one thing. So she chose to concentrate on nothing. Joanne and Lucas watched her intently as she meditated on nothingness.
The beeping of the coffee pot tore Joanne's attention away from Miranda, and Miranda's attention from nothingness as she realized that the tangy, acidic aroma of coffee had permeated the kitchen. Joanne took two mugs down from the cupboard. "How do you-?"
"Black."
Joanne poured the coffee and handed it to Miranda. Miranda watched her over the rim of the mug as Joanne added two sugar cubes and at least a quarter of a cup of cream into her coffee.
"I've tried to drink it black. I'm out of the apartment a lot and sometimes the cream goes bad before I can use it. I wish I could drink coffee black."
"I didn't come here for idle conversation." Miranda rolled her eyes.
Joanne shrugged, "why did you come?" She asked gently.
Miranda sighed heavily. "I don't honestly know." She stood. "I can't do this today." Miranda sipped the coffee once and set the mug down on the table.
Joanne rose from the table as well. "Will you come back tomorrow? My school has a half-day and I'd really like to see you again. As soon as possible."
Miranda pursed her lips considering the proposition.
"Or I could meet you somewhere for lunch." Joanne bit the inside of her lip. "You don't have to decide now. Let me give you my number."
She scribbled the number down, signing her name above it. She held it out to Miranda, "you can call me anytime."
Miranda accepted the piece of paper with a curt nod. "I'll show myself out." Joanne let her leave.
Once outside on the sidewalk Lucas spoke up. "That's it?"
"That was really hard." Miranda snapped. "Don't give me any grief right now." Miranda shoved the number into her jacket pocket.
"Miranda, I think you should take a nice calming walk because you're really upset right now. Okay?" Lucas followed her, "and you don't get this upset that often so... you know... you should take a break. You make impetuous decisions when you're upset."
Miranda ignored him as she got into her Porsche. "Recipe for disaster..." Lucas warned.
"Please, do continue to blather on," Miranda pressed down on the clutch pedal and turned the engine on, "you know it does calm me so."
Lucas sighed, "Miranda, I'm being serious."
"So am I Lucas, be... quiet." Miranda snarled, backing out of the space just another vehicle was driving by, colliding with its front bumper.
Lucas looked over at Miranda, the 'I told you so' practically written all over his face. She opened her mouth to tell him to make himself scarce when he beat her to the punch and disappeared. She cut the engine and got out to inspect the damage.
The other vehicle turned out to be a big blue Ford Super Duty which sustained exaclty zero damage but managed to separate Miranda's poor little Porsche from its back bumper. Miranda was so angry she couldn't speak, she started to pace. The man driving the truck was torn between admiring the Porsche, being apologetic and being afraid of Miranda.
"You have got to be kidding me." Miranda muttered as her lips set in a poisonous sneer until she actually sounded like she was growling.
"I... I'm really sorry..." the other driver sputtered out a few apologies. "Please, let me pay for the damage." He pulled out a piece of paper and started to write his information down.
Miranda snatched it away from him in annoyance, "stop that. We both know this was my fault. Get back in your truck and get out of my way."
**
Andy was letting herself into the townhouse when Miranda's cab pulled up to the curb. Miranda paid the driver and got out. Andy watched her confusion. "What happened to your car?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Miranda mumbled as she slipped into the townhouse. "I'm going to go soak in a hot bath for the rest of the week..."
"Miranda, hold on," Andy dropped her keys into the key bowl and hurried after Miranda. "Are you okay? Were you in an accident?"
Miranda pursed her lips, stopping at the bathroom door. "You're talking to me again, are you?"
Andy smiled despite herself. "Being upset with you does not negate how much I love you. It doesn't even stifle it a little. Come on, are you alright?"
Miranda nodded, "yeah... physically." She admitted, "I was pulling out of a parking spot and I wasn't paying enough attention and I got rear-ended. Carerra's getting her back bumper reattached."
Andy wrapped her arms around Miranda. "I'm sorry that your car isn't feeling very well." Andy nudged Miranda's nose with her own, "I'm sorry I didn't really let you talk at lunch today. Sometimes I feel like you talk down to me when we're having an argument."
"I talk down to everyone when I think I'm right." Miranda shrugged noncomittally.
Andy laughed and smiled, "it's true. But I know that you were being sincere and I... I don't know, it just bothers me that you seem to always be so rational all the time. I feel like when I'm upset I just want to cry and scream and when you're upset you just purse your lips and speak in a very level voice. I was trying to provoke you."
"I noticed."
"I would like to try the discussion again your way. I've had all afternoon to think about it and I think I'm ready to have a calm, rational discussion. Would you give me a second chance?"
Miranda nodded, a smily tugging at the corners of her lips persistently. She leaned down and kissed Andy softly, slipping a hand into her hair and deepening the kiss. When they broke apart, Miranda spoke in a whisper, "how about we preface the peace talks with a bath?"
Coco // i_heart_cuddy
rating R
pairing Miranda/Andy
disclaimer I don't own the Devil Wears Prada, I don't own Meryl Streep or Anne Hathaway and I make no money off of my exploits herein.
summary Sequel to Devil May Care. After retiring from Runway and faced with crippling boredom, Miranda sets out to deal with her long repressed feelings of abandonment and cross her mother over to the next plane.
genre I guess maybe it's a crossover. It's a little bit Ghost Whisperer, a little bit Ghost Town and maybe a tiny bit X-Files. None of which I own or make any money off of. ♥
warnings abuse.
AN Any resemblance to actual arguments I've had with my girlfriend are totally by accident shamelessly stolen/borrowed/rewritten from my own life.
Click to enlarge!
Character Cheat Sheet for this Universe
"Please," Joanne hurried forward, unlocking the door, afraid that the vision of Miranda would disappear as mysteriously as it had appeared. "Come in, make yourself comfortable. I just have to put this stuff away real quick." The door swung open.
Miranda stared at the open doorway with suspicion. Lucas nodded towards it. Miranda spared a glance at Joanne before stepping into the apartment. Joanne shut the door behind them. "You can sit in here," she gestured to the living room, "or you could come into the kitchen. I could make coffee."
Miranda was powerless to do anything but follow Joanne into the kitchen. The apartment was a safe thing to fix on, so as she sat at the darkly finished wood table she analysed every visible inch of the apartment. Beautiful blue tilework as a splashboard, granite countertops, lustrous cherry hardwood floors. Not half bad for Brooklyn.
She thought next of Joanne's smooth, linguistically fascinating voice. It was an amalgamation of the English accent that Miranda remembered, mixed with an obvious German influence that was probably from being married to a German man and speaking German to high schoolers and a dab of New Yorker.
"Coffee?"
Miranda nodded.
"I make half-caf, is that all right?" Joanne asked holding the cannister up, poised in front of the Mr. Coffee.
Miranda nodded.
"You two look so much alike!" Lucas exclaimed as he got his face close to Joanne's. "I couldn't tell when she was reading the magazine, she had her head down. Wow, that really is a family nose, isn't it? Too bad the twins didn't get it, I've always liked it."
Miranda put a finger in front of her lips and mouthed 'shut up, please' to Lucas before Joanne turned back around. Lucas held up his hands defensively, "okay, okay, I get it. Silent moral support..."
"So, you were in the neighborhood," Joanne said as she sat down, knowing that it was neither a neighborhood that Miranda was likely to be in by chance, nor an address she would know without doing a little digging.
Miranda put a hand up, "I don't think I'm ready to talk yet."
"Take your time." Joanne wanted to hug Miranda with every fibre of her being, she wanted to cry and tell her how happy she was to see her again after so many years and she wanted desperately to believe that Miranda had forgiven her.
Miranda's subconscious was flooded with thoughts and memories that she could scarcely concentrate on any one thing. So she chose to concentrate on nothing. Joanne and Lucas watched her intently as she meditated on nothingness.
The beeping of the coffee pot tore Joanne's attention away from Miranda, and Miranda's attention from nothingness as she realized that the tangy, acidic aroma of coffee had permeated the kitchen. Joanne took two mugs down from the cupboard. "How do you-?"
"Black."
Joanne poured the coffee and handed it to Miranda. Miranda watched her over the rim of the mug as Joanne added two sugar cubes and at least a quarter of a cup of cream into her coffee.
"I've tried to drink it black. I'm out of the apartment a lot and sometimes the cream goes bad before I can use it. I wish I could drink coffee black."
"I didn't come here for idle conversation." Miranda rolled her eyes.
Joanne shrugged, "why did you come?" She asked gently.
Miranda sighed heavily. "I don't honestly know." She stood. "I can't do this today." Miranda sipped the coffee once and set the mug down on the table.
Joanne rose from the table as well. "Will you come back tomorrow? My school has a half-day and I'd really like to see you again. As soon as possible."
Miranda pursed her lips considering the proposition.
"Or I could meet you somewhere for lunch." Joanne bit the inside of her lip. "You don't have to decide now. Let me give you my number."
She scribbled the number down, signing her name above it. She held it out to Miranda, "you can call me anytime."
Miranda accepted the piece of paper with a curt nod. "I'll show myself out." Joanne let her leave.
Once outside on the sidewalk Lucas spoke up. "That's it?"
"That was really hard." Miranda snapped. "Don't give me any grief right now." Miranda shoved the number into her jacket pocket.
"Miranda, I think you should take a nice calming walk because you're really upset right now. Okay?" Lucas followed her, "and you don't get this upset that often so... you know... you should take a break. You make impetuous decisions when you're upset."
Miranda ignored him as she got into her Porsche. "Recipe for disaster..." Lucas warned.
"Please, do continue to blather on," Miranda pressed down on the clutch pedal and turned the engine on, "you know it does calm me so."
Lucas sighed, "Miranda, I'm being serious."
"So am I Lucas, be... quiet." Miranda snarled, backing out of the space just another vehicle was driving by, colliding with its front bumper.
Lucas looked over at Miranda, the 'I told you so' practically written all over his face. She opened her mouth to tell him to make himself scarce when he beat her to the punch and disappeared. She cut the engine and got out to inspect the damage.
The other vehicle turned out to be a big blue Ford Super Duty which sustained exaclty zero damage but managed to separate Miranda's poor little Porsche from its back bumper. Miranda was so angry she couldn't speak, she started to pace. The man driving the truck was torn between admiring the Porsche, being apologetic and being afraid of Miranda.
"You have got to be kidding me." Miranda muttered as her lips set in a poisonous sneer until she actually sounded like she was growling.
"I... I'm really sorry..." the other driver sputtered out a few apologies. "Please, let me pay for the damage." He pulled out a piece of paper and started to write his information down.
Miranda snatched it away from him in annoyance, "stop that. We both know this was my fault. Get back in your truck and get out of my way."
**
Andy was letting herself into the townhouse when Miranda's cab pulled up to the curb. Miranda paid the driver and got out. Andy watched her confusion. "What happened to your car?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Miranda mumbled as she slipped into the townhouse. "I'm going to go soak in a hot bath for the rest of the week..."
"Miranda, hold on," Andy dropped her keys into the key bowl and hurried after Miranda. "Are you okay? Were you in an accident?"
Miranda pursed her lips, stopping at the bathroom door. "You're talking to me again, are you?"
Andy smiled despite herself. "Being upset with you does not negate how much I love you. It doesn't even stifle it a little. Come on, are you alright?"
Miranda nodded, "yeah... physically." She admitted, "I was pulling out of a parking spot and I wasn't paying enough attention and I got rear-ended. Carerra's getting her back bumper reattached."
Andy wrapped her arms around Miranda. "I'm sorry that your car isn't feeling very well." Andy nudged Miranda's nose with her own, "I'm sorry I didn't really let you talk at lunch today. Sometimes I feel like you talk down to me when we're having an argument."
"I talk down to everyone when I think I'm right." Miranda shrugged noncomittally.
Andy laughed and smiled, "it's true. But I know that you were being sincere and I... I don't know, it just bothers me that you seem to always be so rational all the time. I feel like when I'm upset I just want to cry and scream and when you're upset you just purse your lips and speak in a very level voice. I was trying to provoke you."
"I noticed."
"I would like to try the discussion again your way. I've had all afternoon to think about it and I think I'm ready to have a calm, rational discussion. Would you give me a second chance?"
Miranda nodded, a smily tugging at the corners of her lips persistently. She leaned down and kissed Andy softly, slipping a hand into her hair and deepening the kiss. When they broke apart, Miranda spoke in a whisper, "how about we preface the peace talks with a bath?"