A/N – I don't know where this story came from, it just kinda showed up in my mental inventory and made itself at home! So I am introducing it!
The phone rang through the outer office of Runway. Emily Charlton, first assistant to Miranda Priestly, the Editor-in-Chief of the magazine, hurried from where she had been hiding in the kitchenette, to answer the phone. Hoping against hope that this was the phone call that she had been waiting all day for she ran for it, answering as calmly as she could with the standard greeting. "Miranda Priestly's office? Oh, Andy thank God, I was getting worried. Hold on, slow down, what's wrong? Andy what happened at the doctor's office? All right I'll have them send you up." With that she hung up and dialed security quickly giving them permission to allow her friend through to the elevators.
"Emily." Miranda's voice came through and she hurried to answer. "Why have you invited Andrea up into our office? Do you have a new job lined up somewhere?"
"Honestly, Miranda, in this case I will look for another job if I have to. She needs all the help she can get right now and as one of her friends I will do what I have to." Emily said without blinking. She didn't even blink when Miranda raised her eyebrow at her. It was at that moment that Emily's personal cell rang and she flipped it open. "Nigel? Yes, I just heard from her. She is on her way up to explain but I wouldn't hope for good news, she was nearly hysterical when she called. My desk then." She hung up. "Anything else you need Miranda? Should I begin looking for a replacement for myself?"
"That's all."
Emily and Nigel practically ran for the elevators as soon as they heard the ding and Nigel found himself with an arm full of a hysterical brunette. Emily lead them to an
empty conference room and sat Andy down in a chair. She brushed the chocolate hair away from her friend's face. It was then that she had an idea. She sat on the table in front of her friend and discreetly reached behind her and turned on the intercom and punched in the button that would lead directly to Miranda's office. She had known for a long time about her boss's feelings for the younger woman, and she had been on the receiving end of several of Andy's drunken rants about her boss. She hoped that Miranda wouldn't say anything and that this would keep her from being questioned about why the younger female was so upset. "What's happened Andy? Is she ok?"
"No. no she's not. We got to the hospital and the doctors started running some tests to try and find out why she has been so sick lately, but the only thing they could find was a lack of normal blood cells. When they noticed it they got all hush-hush about it, like they didn't want to tell me what was wrong with her. I got angry and punched the doctor, outside the room of course so that she wouldn't see me, but he finally got the clue and told me what was going on. Oh, Em, she has Leukemia." With that revelation the writer broke down and began to cry anew. "They want to send her to St. Jude's for treatment tomorrow. Both of you are working though and I don't think I can go by myself. I don't know if I am strong enough."
"Andy where is she now?" Emily asked.
"Doug is watching her. I needed to be alone and tell you guys about what happened." A quiet, hesitant knock sounded at the door. Nigel stood and opened it to reveal a slightly ashen Miranda.
"Who?" She demanded as she entered the room and knelt in front of the woman that held her heart. True, she was still incredibly angry that the younger woman had walked away and left her high and dry in the most important week of her year, but right now the girl needed her. "Who has leukemia, Andréa?"
"M-My daughter, Randi. She got sick and then wouldn't get better, so I took her to the hospital and…" she broke off and dropped her face into her hands. Her shoulders heaved and shook betraying her sobs.
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