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Miranda in the Garden of Good and Evil, (5/?)
author Coco // i_heart_cuddy
rating R
disclaimer I don't own The Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no profit off of this and there is no infringement intended.
pairing Miranda/Andy (eventually)
summary Fantasy. Miranda Priestly, the Ice Queen, the Dragon Lady, is a force to be reckoned with, an indelible force of nature, a mythical halfbreed.
author's note I'm pretending Nate doesn't exist, as most femmeslashers do, I suppose.
Miranda paced her living room. Her feet travelled over the carpeting that she was surprised that she hadn’t worn it down.
The front door opened and two fiery redheads bounded in the front door. “Mom! Mom!” They called as they ran from room to room on the ground floor.
“I’m in the sitting room, girls.” Miranda chewed a fingernail nervously.
“What happened?” Caroline demanded with worry coloring her face, it was mirrored by her twin sister.
The twins were unnerved by the change in their routine. Normally they got out of school at three and went to various after school activities until 6:30 when Miranda’s driver picked them up and deposited them at the townhouse. When the driver had been waiting for them at three and told them they were going home they began to worry.
Miranda held out her arms for her girls and they rushed to her. “Everything just got infinitely more complicated.” Miranda wrapped her arms around her daughters and kissed their foreheads. “I believe that Andrea is the new millennium’s virgin Mary.”
Cassidy couldn’t help but giggle a little, “Andy’s a virgin?”
“No. She doesn’t actually have to be a virgin, she has to be pure of heart.” Miranda sighed, still holding on to her children tightly. “And obviously the other side is not going to just sit idly by and let the second coming be born. Andy is going to be in terrible danger and I have to protect her because it is my duty to God. And I am duty bound as a mother to protect the two of you. Which is exactly why I’ve called your father and he’ll be here in the morning to collect you.”
The girls pulled away from her and stared at her, “no way, mom!”
“This shit just got interesting! We can’t just leave!” Caroline objected heartily.
“We’re your prophets, right? You said God gave us to you to help you! You said that and you can’t just send us away!”
“Precisely, God gave you to me and as your mother my responsibility, forsaking all others, is to keep you safe.”
“Forsaking all others doesn’t count when the other is God!” Cassidy yelled.
“Tomorrow morning you are getting on a plane to go to Chicago, Illinois with your father. Nothing, short of the almighty himself coming down here to tell me to keep you with me, is going to prevent the two of you from getting on that plane.” Miranda said in a low voice. “I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you two.”
“But mom!” Cassidy started, a bit deflated.
“You will keep your cell phones with you and if you have some prophetic dream or something you can call me, but I refuse to knowingly put you in harm’s way.”
The girls nodded begrudgingly.
“Go pack your bags.” Miranda said softly, then added, “I’ve already informed the school. So if it’s any consolation you don’t have to do your homework.”
Cassidy managed a small smile, “is a little.”
When the girls disappeared into their bedrooms Miranda went upstairs to the guestroom where Andy lay sleeping. Miranda had brought her back to the townhouse and used her abilities to make her sleep.
She would have to wake her soon.
Miranda sat on the bed next to the most important human being on Earth. Andy’s chest rose rhythmically and calmly with each breath. Her hands were laid over her stomach. her skin was smooth and flawless and creamy. Miranda ran her hand over Andy’s forehead and closed her eyes.
“I wish I could let you sleep through the whole thing, I wish I knew how to better protect you.” Miranda whispered to the sleeping figure. “The truth is that I am as unprepared for this as you are. The fate of the entire existence lay in our hands and in your womb. You are the bearer of the Saviour.”
Andy continued to sleep. Miranda traced her features with a long slender finger, she leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I don’t know how to tell you any of this. You should eat.” Miranda’s eyes were wet and it irritated the contacts, she rubbed her eyes. She sighed and then nodded once. “You can wake up now.”
Andy awoke with a gasp. She sat straight up and looked over at Miranda, “oh… that was so weird.”
“What was?”
“I dreamt that an angel was standing over me and she kissed my forehead. When she kissed me it was so comforting and relaxing and then I woke up really suddenly.”
“Yo, Cass!” Caroline ran into her sister’s room with a piece of paper and a pencil in hand. “When I was packing my right hand was sort of twitching.”
“Mine too!” Cassidy’s eyes widened.
“Well, check this out.” Caroline laid the paper down on the desk and held the pencil, prepared to write. Her hand flew over the page, making a nearly perfect grid and when she was finished they both stared at the paper.
“That’s a map of the neighborhoods around our house.” Cassidy stared at the paper with wide eyes. “This is the house and I know that this is the Starbucks.”
“What happens when you take the pencil?” Caroline asked.
“The same thing? The neighborhood?”
“Why would you draw the same thing if we typed out different messages in our papers?” Caroline reasoned.
Cassidy opened her drawer and pulled out a red colored pencil, “there is only one way to find out.” She put the point down to the paper and let her hand move over the surface.
When her hand stilled the girls looked down at the paper to see that Cassidy had drawn a path and a perfectly drawn star at the end of an alley. They stared at it wordlessly for a moment before Caroline picked it up and studied it.
“It’s like divine GPS.” Cassidy laughed. “We have to follow the map, we have to see what’s at the end of the line, on the star!”
“You don’t think mom is supposed to follow the map?”
Cassidy shook her head, “no, I feel it, this is for us.”
“Alright let’s go.” Caroline nodded and the twins grabbed the map and slipped out of the house unnoticed.
“Miranda, I don’t understand any of this, how can I be pregnant?”
Miranda stood up from the bed and crossed the room. She chewed on a fingernail anxiously. She felt that she ought to give Andy a bit of time before she sprung the truth on her.
Miranda looked at the wall and avoided looking at Andy, “these things happen sometimes.” Andy gawked incredulously, Miranda didn’t see. “I didn’t think I was capable of getting pregnant and then I had the girls.”
“That is so different, Miranda, you were sleeping with your husband, right?” Andy asked. Miranda nodded, though their conceptions were much more similar than Andy realized. “I haven’t had sex with a man in… 2 years? Sleeping with a man or a turkey baster is a pre-requisite to being pregnant.”
“Perhaps your lady friend had a turkey baster then?” Miranda smirked a little, “did you feel like cranberry sauce the next morning?”
“I can’t believe you’re being flippant.”
Miranda said nothing. No, it was not like her to be flippant. Nothing she’d done in the past two days had seemed very much like her. She reasoned, though, that there was a point in everyone’s life that defined them. Clearly, being immortal did not exclude her from that.
“I don’t mean to be flippant.” Miranda admitted, “I just am also having a hard time fathoming…”
“Why did you take the day off work? Why did you bring me here?”
“Do you always ask so many questions?”
“Of course, I’m a journalism major.” Andy allowed herself a small smile, “and obviously there’s a story here so I’m doing an interview.”
“I plead the fifth.” Miranda smirked.
“No, no. You can’t plead the fifth.” Andy shook her head, “this is serious, Miranda. This whole situation is so confusing and I would like to grasp hold of at least one thing I could understand so please tell me why I’m here and why you care.”
“Because I care about you and what happens to you is important to me.” Miranda said.
“No, Miranda, I want the long version.” Andy insisted.
“Andrea, please, allow me to fix you something to eat and I promise to give you the long version tomorrow morning.”
“You promise? On your life?”
“On my very existence, I solemnly swear.”
Andy studied her face for signs of sincerity. “Alright,” she nodded, “alright.”
“What do you want to eat then?” Miranda rubbed her forehead. Her contacts were killing her. She desperately wanted to take them out.
“I don’t care. Whatever you and the girls want.” Andy shrugged, “I’m just starving.”
Miranda nodded and left the room, she adjusted one contact and tried to remember where the eye drops had made off to. She knocked on Cassidy’s door, “Cassie, what would you like to eat for dinner?”
There was no answer. “Cassidy?” Miranda opened the door and saw the suitcase open and half packed on her bed. “Caroline?” She went to the other bedroom and opened the door and also saw a half packed suitcase.
She stuck her head into every room on the floor and went downstairs, “girls? Where are you?”
After a thorough sweep of the first floor Miranda began to panic. Horrible thoughts ran through her mind about whatever evil could have grabbed her daughters. She looked upwards, wearily worrying about Andy and about to explode with nerves for her daughters.
Just as Miranda was about to unleash a magical fury the front door swung open and Miranda stood facing the girls.
♥
author Coco // i_heart_cuddy
rating R
disclaimer I don't own The Devil Wears Prada or the characters herein. I make no profit off of this and there is no infringement intended.
pairing Miranda/Andy (eventually)
summary Fantasy. Miranda Priestly, the Ice Queen, the Dragon Lady, is a force to be reckoned with, an indelible force of nature, a mythical halfbreed.
author's note I'm pretending Nate doesn't exist, as most femmeslashers do, I suppose.
Miranda paced her living room. Her feet travelled over the carpeting that she was surprised that she hadn’t worn it down.
The front door opened and two fiery redheads bounded in the front door. “Mom! Mom!” They called as they ran from room to room on the ground floor.
“I’m in the sitting room, girls.” Miranda chewed a fingernail nervously.
“What happened?” Caroline demanded with worry coloring her face, it was mirrored by her twin sister.
The twins were unnerved by the change in their routine. Normally they got out of school at three and went to various after school activities until 6:30 when Miranda’s driver picked them up and deposited them at the townhouse. When the driver had been waiting for them at three and told them they were going home they began to worry.
Miranda held out her arms for her girls and they rushed to her. “Everything just got infinitely more complicated.” Miranda wrapped her arms around her daughters and kissed their foreheads. “I believe that Andrea is the new millennium’s virgin Mary.”
Cassidy couldn’t help but giggle a little, “Andy’s a virgin?”
“No. She doesn’t actually have to be a virgin, she has to be pure of heart.” Miranda sighed, still holding on to her children tightly. “And obviously the other side is not going to just sit idly by and let the second coming be born. Andy is going to be in terrible danger and I have to protect her because it is my duty to God. And I am duty bound as a mother to protect the two of you. Which is exactly why I’ve called your father and he’ll be here in the morning to collect you.”
The girls pulled away from her and stared at her, “no way, mom!”
“This shit just got interesting! We can’t just leave!” Caroline objected heartily.
“We’re your prophets, right? You said God gave us to you to help you! You said that and you can’t just send us away!”
“Precisely, God gave you to me and as your mother my responsibility, forsaking all others, is to keep you safe.”
“Forsaking all others doesn’t count when the other is God!” Cassidy yelled.
“Tomorrow morning you are getting on a plane to go to Chicago, Illinois with your father. Nothing, short of the almighty himself coming down here to tell me to keep you with me, is going to prevent the two of you from getting on that plane.” Miranda said in a low voice. “I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you two.”
“But mom!” Cassidy started, a bit deflated.
“You will keep your cell phones with you and if you have some prophetic dream or something you can call me, but I refuse to knowingly put you in harm’s way.”
The girls nodded begrudgingly.
“Go pack your bags.” Miranda said softly, then added, “I’ve already informed the school. So if it’s any consolation you don’t have to do your homework.”
Cassidy managed a small smile, “is a little.”
When the girls disappeared into their bedrooms Miranda went upstairs to the guestroom where Andy lay sleeping. Miranda had brought her back to the townhouse and used her abilities to make her sleep.
She would have to wake her soon.
Miranda sat on the bed next to the most important human being on Earth. Andy’s chest rose rhythmically and calmly with each breath. Her hands were laid over her stomach. her skin was smooth and flawless and creamy. Miranda ran her hand over Andy’s forehead and closed her eyes.
“I wish I could let you sleep through the whole thing, I wish I knew how to better protect you.” Miranda whispered to the sleeping figure. “The truth is that I am as unprepared for this as you are. The fate of the entire existence lay in our hands and in your womb. You are the bearer of the Saviour.”
Andy continued to sleep. Miranda traced her features with a long slender finger, she leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I don’t know how to tell you any of this. You should eat.” Miranda’s eyes were wet and it irritated the contacts, she rubbed her eyes. She sighed and then nodded once. “You can wake up now.”
Andy awoke with a gasp. She sat straight up and looked over at Miranda, “oh… that was so weird.”
“What was?”
“I dreamt that an angel was standing over me and she kissed my forehead. When she kissed me it was so comforting and relaxing and then I woke up really suddenly.”
“Yo, Cass!” Caroline ran into her sister’s room with a piece of paper and a pencil in hand. “When I was packing my right hand was sort of twitching.”
“Mine too!” Cassidy’s eyes widened.
“Well, check this out.” Caroline laid the paper down on the desk and held the pencil, prepared to write. Her hand flew over the page, making a nearly perfect grid and when she was finished they both stared at the paper.
“That’s a map of the neighborhoods around our house.” Cassidy stared at the paper with wide eyes. “This is the house and I know that this is the Starbucks.”
“What happens when you take the pencil?” Caroline asked.
“The same thing? The neighborhood?”
“Why would you draw the same thing if we typed out different messages in our papers?” Caroline reasoned.
Cassidy opened her drawer and pulled out a red colored pencil, “there is only one way to find out.” She put the point down to the paper and let her hand move over the surface.
When her hand stilled the girls looked down at the paper to see that Cassidy had drawn a path and a perfectly drawn star at the end of an alley. They stared at it wordlessly for a moment before Caroline picked it up and studied it.
“It’s like divine GPS.” Cassidy laughed. “We have to follow the map, we have to see what’s at the end of the line, on the star!”
“You don’t think mom is supposed to follow the map?”
Cassidy shook her head, “no, I feel it, this is for us.”
“Alright let’s go.” Caroline nodded and the twins grabbed the map and slipped out of the house unnoticed.
“Miranda, I don’t understand any of this, how can I be pregnant?”
Miranda stood up from the bed and crossed the room. She chewed on a fingernail anxiously. She felt that she ought to give Andy a bit of time before she sprung the truth on her.
Miranda looked at the wall and avoided looking at Andy, “these things happen sometimes.” Andy gawked incredulously, Miranda didn’t see. “I didn’t think I was capable of getting pregnant and then I had the girls.”
“That is so different, Miranda, you were sleeping with your husband, right?” Andy asked. Miranda nodded, though their conceptions were much more similar than Andy realized. “I haven’t had sex with a man in… 2 years? Sleeping with a man or a turkey baster is a pre-requisite to being pregnant.”
“Perhaps your lady friend had a turkey baster then?” Miranda smirked a little, “did you feel like cranberry sauce the next morning?”
“I can’t believe you’re being flippant.”
Miranda said nothing. No, it was not like her to be flippant. Nothing she’d done in the past two days had seemed very much like her. She reasoned, though, that there was a point in everyone’s life that defined them. Clearly, being immortal did not exclude her from that.
“I don’t mean to be flippant.” Miranda admitted, “I just am also having a hard time fathoming…”
“Why did you take the day off work? Why did you bring me here?”
“Do you always ask so many questions?”
“Of course, I’m a journalism major.” Andy allowed herself a small smile, “and obviously there’s a story here so I’m doing an interview.”
“I plead the fifth.” Miranda smirked.
“No, no. You can’t plead the fifth.” Andy shook her head, “this is serious, Miranda. This whole situation is so confusing and I would like to grasp hold of at least one thing I could understand so please tell me why I’m here and why you care.”
“Because I care about you and what happens to you is important to me.” Miranda said.
“No, Miranda, I want the long version.” Andy insisted.
“Andrea, please, allow me to fix you something to eat and I promise to give you the long version tomorrow morning.”
“You promise? On your life?”
“On my very existence, I solemnly swear.”
Andy studied her face for signs of sincerity. “Alright,” she nodded, “alright.”
“What do you want to eat then?” Miranda rubbed her forehead. Her contacts were killing her. She desperately wanted to take them out.
“I don’t care. Whatever you and the girls want.” Andy shrugged, “I’m just starving.”
Miranda nodded and left the room, she adjusted one contact and tried to remember where the eye drops had made off to. She knocked on Cassidy’s door, “Cassie, what would you like to eat for dinner?”
There was no answer. “Cassidy?” Miranda opened the door and saw the suitcase open and half packed on her bed. “Caroline?” She went to the other bedroom and opened the door and also saw a half packed suitcase.
She stuck her head into every room on the floor and went downstairs, “girls? Where are you?”
After a thorough sweep of the first floor Miranda began to panic. Horrible thoughts ran through her mind about whatever evil could have grabbed her daughters. She looked upwards, wearily worrying about Andy and about to explode with nerves for her daughters.
Just as Miranda was about to unleash a magical fury the front door swung open and Miranda stood facing the girls.
♥