Miranda Rising (Prologue/?)
Miranda Rising (Prologue/?)
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/Prequel to Devil May Care and Ghosts of My Girlfriend's Past, Present & Future. Settling into retirement, spending time with her wife and children, reconnecting with her sister, entertaining her dead ex-husband and becoming a fixture in NYU's library of the occult are all parts of a normal day in Miranda Priestly's life as she delves into the question that has always haunted her: why me?
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 Title idea borrowed from HANNIBAL Rising, not Mercury Rising because it has to do with learning about how Miranda became who she is.
AN2 I'm going to be making up physics here. YE BE WARNED.
Character Cheat Sheet for this Universe
London, England 1972
Miriam hurried down the front stairs, hit the sidewalk and started running.
Joanne jumped down the front stoop, "Miriam, hold on! Wait!"
Miriam didn't wait, she didn't want to hold on. She wanted to get as far as she possibly could from her abusive mother and her stifling house and her backstabbing sister. Tears stung her eyes as she ran. Miriam held her stomach protectively, the other arm pumping as she propelled forward.
Joanne kept up for as long as she could but she didn't have the same rush of adrenaline, the same drive coursing through her blood. Miriam ran for five blocks before she had to stop and catch her breath. She sunk down against a brownstone, panting heavily. She rubbed her hands over her swollen stomach protectively.
"Now that you've gotten that out of your system, try and take it easy."
Miriam gasped, she turned sharply to her left and lo and behold her Oma was crouched next to her. "Oma..." Miriam stuttered, wanting to reach out and hug the older woman, feel her love and affection, but she knew better. She knew that even Oma was cold to her now. Miriam wiped at her blurry eyes. "I thought you crossed over."
"Just giving you your space, liepchen," Oma smiled, "who needs their old Großmutter around while they're trying to grow up into beautiful young adults. I knew there'd be a time when you needed me. I knew that as long as you lived with your mother the day would come that you'd need me."
Miriam closed her eyes tightly, squeezing out new tears. She pulled her knees up, wrapped her arms around her legs and buried her face.
After a few minutes Oma gently said, "alright, Liepchen, time is of the essence," Miriam pushed herself up off the ground and brushed herself off. "I suspected that you may need a quick getaway and I've surveyed the train station for sympathetic employees. There's a man who works there who will let you board a train but his shift expires at six, so we have to make haste, mein Hertz."
Miriam pulled herself together as well as could be expected and hurried to the train station. Oma instructed her to queue up, Miriam felt herself near tears at several points during the wait. Finally, she stepped up to the window.
"Now you may cry, Liepchen. Let him see how sad you are."
Miriam scarcely needed Oma's permission. "I need a train ticket."
The man's eyes were kind and they softened when they looked at Miriam. "To where, love?" He asked gently.
"Anywhere." Oma whispered.
Miriam shrugged, "I don't care. I just need to get out of here. My mother threw me out."
The man's eyes widened in concern. "You poor duck. Have you any money?"
Miriam felt around in her pockets and pulled out a crumpled fiver. "Let him see your belly, Liepchen." Oma insisted.
Miriam held up the five and touched her stomach, "just this. Will this cover the ticket?"
The man looked as though he might cry just looking at the woebegone teenager looking at him through red teary eyes. "You keep that, you'll need it, I'll cover this. What name should I put on your ticket?"
"Mir-"
"Fake name, Liepchen." Oma insisted.
The man looked up expectantly for her continue. Miriam bit her lip and finally said, "Miranda... Priestly."
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/Prequel to Devil May Care and Ghosts of My Girlfriend's Past, Present & Future. Settling into retirement, spending time with her wife and children, reconnecting with her sister, entertaining her dead ex-husband and becoming a fixture in NYU's library of the occult are all parts of a normal day in Miranda Priestly's life as she delves into the question that has always haunted her: why me?
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 Title idea borrowed from HANNIBAL Rising, not Mercury Rising because it has to do with learning about how Miranda became who she is.
AN2 I'm going to be making up physics here. YE BE WARNED.
Character Cheat Sheet for this Universe
London, England 1972
Miriam hurried down the front stairs, hit the sidewalk and started running.
Joanne jumped down the front stoop, "Miriam, hold on! Wait!"
Miriam didn't wait, she didn't want to hold on. She wanted to get as far as she possibly could from her abusive mother and her stifling house and her backstabbing sister. Tears stung her eyes as she ran. Miriam held her stomach protectively, the other arm pumping as she propelled forward.
Joanne kept up for as long as she could but she didn't have the same rush of adrenaline, the same drive coursing through her blood. Miriam ran for five blocks before she had to stop and catch her breath. She sunk down against a brownstone, panting heavily. She rubbed her hands over her swollen stomach protectively.
"Now that you've gotten that out of your system, try and take it easy."
Miriam gasped, she turned sharply to her left and lo and behold her Oma was crouched next to her. "Oma..." Miriam stuttered, wanting to reach out and hug the older woman, feel her love and affection, but she knew better. She knew that even Oma was cold to her now. Miriam wiped at her blurry eyes. "I thought you crossed over."
"Just giving you your space, liepchen," Oma smiled, "who needs their old Großmutter around while they're trying to grow up into beautiful young adults. I knew there'd be a time when you needed me. I knew that as long as you lived with your mother the day would come that you'd need me."
Miriam closed her eyes tightly, squeezing out new tears. She pulled her knees up, wrapped her arms around her legs and buried her face.
After a few minutes Oma gently said, "alright, Liepchen, time is of the essence," Miriam pushed herself up off the ground and brushed herself off. "I suspected that you may need a quick getaway and I've surveyed the train station for sympathetic employees. There's a man who works there who will let you board a train but his shift expires at six, so we have to make haste, mein Hertz."
Miriam pulled herself together as well as could be expected and hurried to the train station. Oma instructed her to queue up, Miriam felt herself near tears at several points during the wait. Finally, she stepped up to the window.
"Now you may cry, Liepchen. Let him see how sad you are."
Miriam scarcely needed Oma's permission. "I need a train ticket."
The man's eyes were kind and they softened when they looked at Miriam. "To where, love?" He asked gently.
"Anywhere." Oma whispered.
Miriam shrugged, "I don't care. I just need to get out of here. My mother threw me out."
The man's eyes widened in concern. "You poor duck. Have you any money?"
Miriam felt around in her pockets and pulled out a crumpled fiver. "Let him see your belly, Liepchen." Oma insisted.
Miriam held up the five and touched her stomach, "just this. Will this cover the ticket?"
The man looked as though he might cry just looking at the woebegone teenager looking at him through red teary eyes. "You keep that, you'll need it, I'll cover this. What name should I put on your ticket?"
"Mir-"
"Fake name, Liepchen." Oma insisted.
The man looked up expectantly for her continue. Miriam bit her lip and finally said, "Miranda... Priestly."