Title: It Started with a Dream
Pairing: Miranda/Andy eventually
Rating: M eventually
Disclaimer: Nope they aren't mine and I promise to put everything back after i've played with them. I nicked some dialogue from the film it's not mine!
Summary: Andy has strange dreams about her boss that seem to be affecting her daily routines. Follows the plot of the film loosely until the benefit then I seem to mix it all up in a crazy way :)
AN: I got all huffy yesterday and decided chapter 6 was rubbish i feel a bit better about it tonight so hopefully post it tomorrow :)

Sometimes a dream feels like reality and reality feels like a dream....

 

After a sleepless taxi journey Andy was standing outside the Ritz hotel. She'd booked the suite for Miranda and Stephen months ago. Why would Miranda tell her to come round if Stephen was going to be there? Making the decision that Miranda Priestly was not the type of boss you stopped to psycho analyse a puzzled Andy eventually moved and made her way to the Club Lounge with fifteen minutes to spare. Sitting at the bar was the incredibly elegant Miranda Priestly apparently fiddling with her cell phone as it rested on the bar. Her head snapped up as Andy’s heels clicked on the hard wood floor.

“You took your time” Miranda stated as she nodded towards the barman

“I was further away than I thought, I’m sorry” Andy felt the colour rising in her cheeks as Miranda looked her up and down. She doubted there was any makeup left on her face apart from the rings of mascara around her eyes and her hair must look awful.

“You have been crying then.” Andy couldn’t help but notice the strange look haunting Miranda’s features.

“Sit down I do believe you requested a drink.” Andy sat down on the bar stool next to Miranda and downed the amber liquid that the bar man had placed in front of her.

“Better?” Miranda looked almost amused as Andy nodded trying not to gag as she felt the liquid burn all the way down.

“Well then there’s the key to the suite” Miranda seemed to hesitate as Andy paled before her.

“Stephen has... gone home.” Andy watched as Miranda signalled to the bar man to bring over another two drinks, “and I am not. They’ve made you a bed up in the living area, unless you got a better offer on the way here of course?”

Andy nodded again not really sure if she trusted herself to reply. Miranda picked up her glass and drained half the liquid.

“I’ll need to let Emily know how easy it is to render you speechless, she’ll be very grateful for the information.”

The blatant attempt of humour from the Editor in Chief seemed to be enough to garner a reaction from the young assistant.  

 “Thank you Miranda... for everything” Andy reached for her glass and smiled.

“Hmmm you’re welcome, just don’t get used to it. Tomorrow I am going to have to fire someone just to make up for it.” Part of Andy felt there might just be an element of truth in the joke which caused her to smile even more as she observed her boss.

 “Come up when you’re ready, you look like you need a few more whiskeys.” Andy watched in disbelief as Miranda placed her phone in her bag and turned to leave.

“You’re not even going to ask what happened.” It was more of a statement than a question which caused Miranda to stop and face Andy.

“No... I wasn’t. I didn’t think it was my place...” Andy’s weak giggle cut Miranda off.

“Miranda. I call you god knows how many times on someone else’s phone, demand a place to sleep, some alcohol, I  imply that I’m mentally unstable and turn up at the hotel you were meant to be staying in with your husband looking like... God what do I look like?” Andy gestured to her face “And you don’t even bat an eyelid...”

“Who am I? and what did I do with Miranda Priestly?” Miranda sat back down and smiled.

“Well... I was thinking that. I wasn’t going to say it though” Andy picked up her drink and took a leisurely sip, revelling in the sensation she felt as the warm liquid glide down her throat. By this point Andy was almost convinced she would wake up at any moment in the grotty taxi on the way to the hotel.

“You’re not dreaming Andrea I assure you.” Andy looked shocked at Miranda’s reply.

“I spoke out loud?” Miranda nodded allowing Andy to continue the conversation, “I’m sorry, I have a lot of weird dreams... this definitely could be one of them...” Miranda was still sitting patiently at the bar as if she was waiting for Andy to open up. Unable to handle the silence any longer Andy began to talk very quickly.

“Nate, my boyfriend well ex boyfriend now, He’s been cheating on me. I turned up late to his birthday party and caught him making out with my best friend” Andy felt embarrassed there was absolutely no need to tell Miranda the gory details.

“I thought as much” Miranda looked genuinely concerned which only made the situation harder for Andy who turned away and finished her drink. Suddenly she felt a hand on top of her own and turned to face Miranda. Andy was looking straight into a pair of bright blue eyes until Miranda leaned in so close she could feel hot breath on her neck

“He is a fool Andrea.” Miranda’s voice was soft but intense as she whispered to Andy.

 Andy wasn’t sure if it was the two shots of whisky or Miranda’s close proximity but something was making her feel incredibly light headed.

“Andrea?”  Andy looked up only to notice Miranda was standing once again ready to leave.

“Hmm?” Andy found herself struggling to formulate a sentence

“I said you’ll be better off without him. I’ll see you in the morning.” Miranda smiled.

“So I’m definitely not dreaming Miranda?” Andy asked picking up a fresh drink she didn’t remember ordering.

“No Andrea you’re very much awake. I’m not a light sleeper but do try not fall over when you eventually make it upstairs I despise having my sleep interrupted.” Miranda began to walk away leaving a bemused Andrea Sachs sitting at the bar. One thing Andy was certain of was that Nate was no longer at the forefront of her mind. That spot was reserved indefinitely for Miranda Priestly.

Chapter 6