Love Will Come Through 2/3
So let me present to you how everything goes to hell. Maybe they can dine with the devil next time. So, my head is better and I can do nothing else but post the next part. Thank you again outuendo_11 for being the beta. You rock.
This is still for ojos11
Author: Vinjii
Title: Love Will Come Through 2/3
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Miranda/Andrea
Summary: Miranda has to work on Valentine's Day.
Disclaimer: Every day I ask God to please give me La Priestly, sadly enough he is still refusing, so nothing is mine. I will not give up though. I will keep on asking. Who knows.
Evening
The sun had just gone down when Andy entered the restaurant with the twins at her side. The first thing she noticed upon entering was a head full of silver hair, because it was just a lover’s habit to always skim any room for your other half and Andy was no different. She felt both girls tense at her side and knew that they had seen her, too.
But it couldn’t be, could it?
“Follow me.” The waiter had appeared in front of them and guided them to their table. Baffled and not yet sure how to react, if even to react at all, Andy followed him silently. After sitting down she turned her attention back to the woman across the room. Definitely Miranda.
Not that she had to look again to make sure, because of course knowing every inch of her lover’s body, she would have recognized her anywhere, no matter the circumstances. Andy could easily tell it was Miranda just by the way the older woman sat on her chair. Besides, Miranda owned the room, no matter where she sat and what she wore and who she was with. It was like a law of nature.
“What’s mom doing here?” Cassidy was looking at Caroline and then at Andy, whose eyebrows were raised in piqued interest. Andy was quite certain that Cassidy was closer to making a scene than she herself was and she quickly put her hand onto the girl’s arm.
“I have no idea, but I’m pretty sure she’s got an explanation.”
Caroline muttered something that sounded like it included a few bad words.
“What was that?” Andy was staring at Miranda again, glad that they were seated at the back of the room so that the editor had no way of spotting them. Of course it was pretty obvious that they were all staring at her; then again quite a few people in the room were staring, so maybe nobody would notice. Hopefully no one would recognize the twins either.
“I said, she better.” Caroline smiled at Andy. The journalist was pretty convinced that this wasn’t what Caroline had said.
“So, what now?” The twins asked in unison and Andy sighed.
“I have no idea.”
“Are you going over to talk to her?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea. I mean we were planning on Page Six boosting the sales like crazy tomorrow, but not in this way.” Andy chuckled. “Your mom wouldn’t approve, believe me.”
“I don’t care.”
“Cassidy, do not disrespect your mother, you don’t know her reasons. Innocent until proven guilty, right?”
The response was low grumbling, Andy wasn’t sure which twin it had come from because at this moment everyone in the restaurant turned their heads towards the entrance and Andy was about to do the same when she noticed Miranda getting up.
“Oh my God!” Both twins were gasping, looking at the door with their mouths wide open. Miranda was standing next to her table and Andy’s hand flew to her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep herself from screaming.
“What the hell?” The journalist exclaimed through her teeth.
“That is...”
“I know.”
“Mom loves her.”
“I KNOW.”
“I can’t believe she would…”
“I. KNOW.”
What the hell was Catherine fucking Deneuve doing in New York? Andy had even better questions, like, why was she walking towards Miranda? Why was she sitting down next to Miranda? Why was Miranda greeting her like an old friend?
“Mom’s behaving weird.” That was the last thing Andy had wanted to hear coming from Miranda’s daughters but she knew they were right.
Miranda had a certain attitude of submissiveness that the journalist had never seen before. Not in such a setting anyways, actually not ever. From her point of view it almost looked as if La Deneuve was in control and that was the most bizarre thing about the whole scene. Miranda was always in control.
But now the French woman owned the room. Definitely.
“Why is your mother dining with the most famous French actress alive?”
“Because she wouldn’t be able to dine with the dead ones?”
“Caroline!” Cassidy kicked her sister under the table.
“Haha,” Andy grumbled.
“I’m sure it’s about work.”
“Work? It’s Valentine’s Day. She had a date with me. She is supposed to be stuck at the office. Buried in work that can’t wait.” Andy was having a hard time breathing. She unconsciously registered the twins moving their chairs closer to her and one of the girls placed her hand on her thigh, a gesture that didn’t calm her at all. It reminded her way too much of something the girl’s mother would do whenever she noticed that Andy was getting agitated.
“Blowing me off today must mean big emergency at work, not dinner with a beautiful, famous woman.” Andy bit her bottom lip and then added: “That is her age.”
A second hand was placed on her thigh.
“God, I’m sorry girls, you’re not supposed to get pulled into the issues that I have with your mother.” She apologetically looked at the twins and offered them a weak smile. “And if someone had the right to pull you into anything it would be your mother. I’m sorry. How about we go and eat somewhere else?”
“Are you even hungry?” Cassidy asked.
“No.”
“Then let’s go home.” Caroline suggested. “We aren’t very hungry either and we can wait for mom to show up. Besides that you’ve got every right to pull us into whatever you want, we love you and we’re here for you.”
“That’s sweet.” Andy replied and this time her smile was genuine. She loved the girls too; they had become very dear to her. It still surprised her sometimes how much she cared for them, how much she loved them, but they had become part of her family and the thought of losing them was nearly as terrifying as the thought of losing Miranda.
Miranda’s laugh interrupted them. It was one of the rare laughs that were solely reserved for family, one of the rare laughs that Andy would give her right arm for. Andy had been dedicating her life to give Miranda a reason to use that laugh as often as possible and whenever she succeeded she always felt like she had just witnessed the most wonderful thing on earth.
And now it was directed towards Catherine Deneuve.
What gave her the right to just dump her like this on Valentine’s Day? Hell it could have been any day, she just did not have the right to do that. Not today. Andy deserved more, a lot more.
“She never really cared, did she?” Andy muttered, barely audible, but the twins heard it anyway.
It had all been a game. She had lost her shield way too soon in the game. She should have known better. She had been so convinced that Miranda would crush her heart without hesitation in a matter of seconds and she had sworn to protect herself. She had sworn to make sure the editor wouldn’t be able to get to her. But way too soon she had given up everything. She had lost her armor, her shield and along with those she had lost her heart and her soul and it was all in the hands of the older woman now.
And right now Miranda was walking all over her heart.
And she didn’t even care.
Quite the opposite actually, she was laughing. Not smiling, not chuckling, not being polite, she was honestly laughing.
“Andy?”
The journalist shook her head as if trying to get rid of her thoughts, never able to take her eyes off the two women that were sitting so close and still so far away from her.
“What?”
“We said she cares.” Both twins still had their hands on her thighs.
“I can see that.” Pure sarcasm was dripping from Andy’s voice.
“She loves you.” Cassidy exclaimed. “She does.” Caroline added, nodding vigorously.
“How would you know? She never even told me.”
“Because we know her, she’s our mom and she loves you.”
Suddenly something inside Andy’s head snapped and she stood up. The twins tried to hold her back but she was already half way across the room making her way towards Miranda. The girls decided it was better to stay at a safe distance because they weren’t sure Andy would survive the following minutes and they weren’t about to become collateral damage.
“I thought you had to work late?”
“Good evening to you, too, Andrea.” Miranda’s voice consisted of nothing but pure ice and Andy knew that she was mocking her earlier statement on the phone and she also registered the way Miranda had said her name. It had been a warning. A serious warning.
But Andy felt like a petulant child and she very much wanted to ask Miranda what would happen if she would ignore the warning, if she would go on, and she was about to go on. Will you send me to my room was the question that was floating around in her mind but somehow she had one last bit of self control that kept her from fully self destructing.
Because mocking Miranda Priestly in public would have been self destructing.
It wouldn’t matter if her name was Andrea Sachs and it wouldn’t matter if Miranda Priestly actually felt anything at all for her. Mocking her would have been the end of everything that was Andrea Sachs.
Alone the fact that she was standing before the editor’s table was probably the biggest mistake of her life but Andy couldn’t care less.
“I thought you had to work late?” She repeated and raised an eyebrow looking expectantly at Miranda.
“I am working!” If possible the tone had become even icier and the editor’s eyes looked as if they were firing lasers. At this very moment Andy was convinced they actually could do that. And part of her really felt like ducking for cover but it wasn’t the part that was in control of her actions.
“I wish I had your job, if you call this working.” She had gone too far now, she might as well finish properly.
She quickly glanced at the famous actress before turning her attention back to Miranda. Catherine Deneuve was eyeing her curiously, a neutral expression on her face.
“We had to shoot the cover for the next issue again today. And before you ask what any of this has to do with Madame Deneuve… she’s the one on the cover.”
“You’re a fucking liar!” Andy literally screamed and she might as well have spit into Miranda’s food.
Swiftly she turned around and grabbed the twins leaving the restaurant as fast as possible.
She knew that by now Miranda was already explaining to her date how she must be a lunatic that had escaped from a psychiatric clinic and how she had never seen her before.
Just one thing struck her as odd. Miranda had explained herself. Or at least she had tried. But Andy quickly brushed that thought aside. She didn’t want to waste any more time thinking about what had just happened.
Silently she brought the girls to their friend’s house where they were supposed to stay tonight. Both of them asked her several times if she didn’t prefer them staying with her but Andy insisted that they have the evening they had been looking forward to. Finally the twins had given up. When she had them safely delivered she took a cab home.
Her dinner plans had changed drastically.
She was about to get drunk on a bottle of cheap wine, breaking down in an apartment that she hadn’t slept in for ages.
Yes, Andy truly felt giddy. Like everyone in a relationship was supposed to feel on Valentine’s Day.
This is still for ojos11
Author: Vinjii
Title: Love Will Come Through 2/3
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Miranda/Andrea
Summary: Miranda has to work on Valentine's Day.
Disclaimer: Every day I ask God to please give me La Priestly, sadly enough he is still refusing, so nothing is mine. I will not give up though. I will keep on asking. Who knows.
Evening
The sun had just gone down when Andy entered the restaurant with the twins at her side. The first thing she noticed upon entering was a head full of silver hair, because it was just a lover’s habit to always skim any room for your other half and Andy was no different. She felt both girls tense at her side and knew that they had seen her, too.
But it couldn’t be, could it?
“Follow me.” The waiter had appeared in front of them and guided them to their table. Baffled and not yet sure how to react, if even to react at all, Andy followed him silently. After sitting down she turned her attention back to the woman across the room. Definitely Miranda.
Not that she had to look again to make sure, because of course knowing every inch of her lover’s body, she would have recognized her anywhere, no matter the circumstances. Andy could easily tell it was Miranda just by the way the older woman sat on her chair. Besides, Miranda owned the room, no matter where she sat and what she wore and who she was with. It was like a law of nature.
“What’s mom doing here?” Cassidy was looking at Caroline and then at Andy, whose eyebrows were raised in piqued interest. Andy was quite certain that Cassidy was closer to making a scene than she herself was and she quickly put her hand onto the girl’s arm.
“I have no idea, but I’m pretty sure she’s got an explanation.”
Caroline muttered something that sounded like it included a few bad words.
“What was that?” Andy was staring at Miranda again, glad that they were seated at the back of the room so that the editor had no way of spotting them. Of course it was pretty obvious that they were all staring at her; then again quite a few people in the room were staring, so maybe nobody would notice. Hopefully no one would recognize the twins either.
“I said, she better.” Caroline smiled at Andy. The journalist was pretty convinced that this wasn’t what Caroline had said.
“So, what now?” The twins asked in unison and Andy sighed.
“I have no idea.”
“Are you going over to talk to her?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea. I mean we were planning on Page Six boosting the sales like crazy tomorrow, but not in this way.” Andy chuckled. “Your mom wouldn’t approve, believe me.”
“I don’t care.”
“Cassidy, do not disrespect your mother, you don’t know her reasons. Innocent until proven guilty, right?”
The response was low grumbling, Andy wasn’t sure which twin it had come from because at this moment everyone in the restaurant turned their heads towards the entrance and Andy was about to do the same when she noticed Miranda getting up.
“Oh my God!” Both twins were gasping, looking at the door with their mouths wide open. Miranda was standing next to her table and Andy’s hand flew to her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep herself from screaming.
“What the hell?” The journalist exclaimed through her teeth.
“That is...”
“I know.”
“Mom loves her.”
“I KNOW.”
“I can’t believe she would…”
“I. KNOW.”
What the hell was Catherine fucking Deneuve doing in New York? Andy had even better questions, like, why was she walking towards Miranda? Why was she sitting down next to Miranda? Why was Miranda greeting her like an old friend?
“Mom’s behaving weird.” That was the last thing Andy had wanted to hear coming from Miranda’s daughters but she knew they were right.
Miranda had a certain attitude of submissiveness that the journalist had never seen before. Not in such a setting anyways, actually not ever. From her point of view it almost looked as if La Deneuve was in control and that was the most bizarre thing about the whole scene. Miranda was always in control.
But now the French woman owned the room. Definitely.
“Why is your mother dining with the most famous French actress alive?”
“Because she wouldn’t be able to dine with the dead ones?”
“Caroline!” Cassidy kicked her sister under the table.
“Haha,” Andy grumbled.
“I’m sure it’s about work.”
“Work? It’s Valentine’s Day. She had a date with me. She is supposed to be stuck at the office. Buried in work that can’t wait.” Andy was having a hard time breathing. She unconsciously registered the twins moving their chairs closer to her and one of the girls placed her hand on her thigh, a gesture that didn’t calm her at all. It reminded her way too much of something the girl’s mother would do whenever she noticed that Andy was getting agitated.
“Blowing me off today must mean big emergency at work, not dinner with a beautiful, famous woman.” Andy bit her bottom lip and then added: “That is her age.”
A second hand was placed on her thigh.
“God, I’m sorry girls, you’re not supposed to get pulled into the issues that I have with your mother.” She apologetically looked at the twins and offered them a weak smile. “And if someone had the right to pull you into anything it would be your mother. I’m sorry. How about we go and eat somewhere else?”
“Are you even hungry?” Cassidy asked.
“No.”
“Then let’s go home.” Caroline suggested. “We aren’t very hungry either and we can wait for mom to show up. Besides that you’ve got every right to pull us into whatever you want, we love you and we’re here for you.”
“That’s sweet.” Andy replied and this time her smile was genuine. She loved the girls too; they had become very dear to her. It still surprised her sometimes how much she cared for them, how much she loved them, but they had become part of her family and the thought of losing them was nearly as terrifying as the thought of losing Miranda.
Miranda’s laugh interrupted them. It was one of the rare laughs that were solely reserved for family, one of the rare laughs that Andy would give her right arm for. Andy had been dedicating her life to give Miranda a reason to use that laugh as often as possible and whenever she succeeded she always felt like she had just witnessed the most wonderful thing on earth.
And now it was directed towards Catherine Deneuve.
What gave her the right to just dump her like this on Valentine’s Day? Hell it could have been any day, she just did not have the right to do that. Not today. Andy deserved more, a lot more.
“She never really cared, did she?” Andy muttered, barely audible, but the twins heard it anyway.
It had all been a game. She had lost her shield way too soon in the game. She should have known better. She had been so convinced that Miranda would crush her heart without hesitation in a matter of seconds and she had sworn to protect herself. She had sworn to make sure the editor wouldn’t be able to get to her. But way too soon she had given up everything. She had lost her armor, her shield and along with those she had lost her heart and her soul and it was all in the hands of the older woman now.
And right now Miranda was walking all over her heart.
And she didn’t even care.
Quite the opposite actually, she was laughing. Not smiling, not chuckling, not being polite, she was honestly laughing.
“Andy?”
The journalist shook her head as if trying to get rid of her thoughts, never able to take her eyes off the two women that were sitting so close and still so far away from her.
“What?”
“We said she cares.” Both twins still had their hands on her thighs.
“I can see that.” Pure sarcasm was dripping from Andy’s voice.
“She loves you.” Cassidy exclaimed. “She does.” Caroline added, nodding vigorously.
“How would you know? She never even told me.”
“Because we know her, she’s our mom and she loves you.”
Suddenly something inside Andy’s head snapped and she stood up. The twins tried to hold her back but she was already half way across the room making her way towards Miranda. The girls decided it was better to stay at a safe distance because they weren’t sure Andy would survive the following minutes and they weren’t about to become collateral damage.
“I thought you had to work late?”
“Good evening to you, too, Andrea.” Miranda’s voice consisted of nothing but pure ice and Andy knew that she was mocking her earlier statement on the phone and she also registered the way Miranda had said her name. It had been a warning. A serious warning.
But Andy felt like a petulant child and she very much wanted to ask Miranda what would happen if she would ignore the warning, if she would go on, and she was about to go on. Will you send me to my room was the question that was floating around in her mind but somehow she had one last bit of self control that kept her from fully self destructing.
Because mocking Miranda Priestly in public would have been self destructing.
It wouldn’t matter if her name was Andrea Sachs and it wouldn’t matter if Miranda Priestly actually felt anything at all for her. Mocking her would have been the end of everything that was Andrea Sachs.
Alone the fact that she was standing before the editor’s table was probably the biggest mistake of her life but Andy couldn’t care less.
“I thought you had to work late?” She repeated and raised an eyebrow looking expectantly at Miranda.
“I am working!” If possible the tone had become even icier and the editor’s eyes looked as if they were firing lasers. At this very moment Andy was convinced they actually could do that. And part of her really felt like ducking for cover but it wasn’t the part that was in control of her actions.
“I wish I had your job, if you call this working.” She had gone too far now, she might as well finish properly.
She quickly glanced at the famous actress before turning her attention back to Miranda. Catherine Deneuve was eyeing her curiously, a neutral expression on her face.
“We had to shoot the cover for the next issue again today. And before you ask what any of this has to do with Madame Deneuve… she’s the one on the cover.”
“You’re a fucking liar!” Andy literally screamed and she might as well have spit into Miranda’s food.
Swiftly she turned around and grabbed the twins leaving the restaurant as fast as possible.
She knew that by now Miranda was already explaining to her date how she must be a lunatic that had escaped from a psychiatric clinic and how she had never seen her before.
Just one thing struck her as odd. Miranda had explained herself. Or at least she had tried. But Andy quickly brushed that thought aside. She didn’t want to waste any more time thinking about what had just happened.
Silently she brought the girls to their friend’s house where they were supposed to stay tonight. Both of them asked her several times if she didn’t prefer them staying with her but Andy insisted that they have the evening they had been looking forward to. Finally the twins had given up. When she had them safely delivered she took a cab home.
Her dinner plans had changed drastically.
She was about to get drunk on a bottle of cheap wine, breaking down in an apartment that she hadn’t slept in for ages.
Yes, Andy truly felt giddy. Like everyone in a relationship was supposed to feel on Valentine’s Day.