As much as I wish they are mine they aren't. Devil Wears Prada, the book, the movie and the characters belong to someone else and I am making no profit from this little tale. Thanks to Lara and Laura for your help and beta!

Her Greatest Disappointment

Miranda Priestly was spending a quiet Saturday afternoon in her office. Hence her hard working first assistant Emily Charlton was spending Saturday afternoon at the office. As Editor in Chief of Runway, the world's premier fashion magazine, Miranda could always find more work to be done. She did not want to be home in an empty house, her 14 year old twin daughters Caroline and Cassidy were on school break with their father. Her wife, Miranda shook her head as if to clear her thoughts, her wife she just didn't think about.

"Miranda, call for you on line one." Emily walked through her office door and spoke quietly.

"Who is it?"

"She said she was the social worker from Presbyterian Hospital."

Hoping that the woman wanted a donation not bearing bad news Miranda answered the phone.

"Hello?"

A woman's voice replied, "Hello, I am June Bartlet, social worker from Presbyterian Hospital. Am I speaking with Miranda Priestly-Sachs?"

"Yes," Miranda waited for more.

"I am sorry to tell you that Andrea Sachs-Priestly has been in an accident. She is stable and expected to recover. As you are listed as her emergency contact I need to ask you to come to the hospital."

Miranda's voice was chilling as she answered. "Am I the only name on the list? Is there someone else you can call?"

"No ma'am, there is only you."

"I see, I will be there shortly." Miranda hung up the phone without waiting for an answer. "Emily, call me a car. I will be gone for the rest of the day." She took her coat and bag from her assistant as she continued. "It seems my wife has had an accident." As Miranda walked past she didn't see the fear that crossed Emily's face.

Miranda closed her eyes as the car moved towards its' destination. For the first time in months she allowed herself to think of Andrea. Her heart clenched as the vision of their last contact came to mind. Home early from a meeting Miranda had rushed down the stairs to greet her love. She turned into the hall way and found her wife with her back against the door kissing another woman. Her blood turned to ice as she again saw her failure as a partner played out in front of her. Another lover lost to someone else, more proof that she just wasn't good enough to be loved.

"Get out," was all she said as she watched Andrea push the other woman away. It took everything she had to stay standing.

"Miranda-" Andrea moved towards her wife arms out stretched in supplication.

Miranda took a step back. "Get out," she said again. "Call my lawyer to inform me where I should send your things." She was desperate for the younger woman to leave the premises. Miranda was determined not to fall apart until she was alone.

Andrea took another step towards her wife. "Please Miranda let me explain."

"Get out," Miranda said one more time as she turned her back on one who had truly become her greatest disappointment. She didn't move as she heard the door close she stood as if frozen for what seemed like hours. The tears didn't come, they never came, some things are just too overwhelming to cry away.

At the hospital Miranda filled out all the necessary information and releases. As the women were still legally married they shared health insurance. Miranda had all of the responsibilities that come with a marriage, just not the spouse. After finishing her paperwork Miranda turned to leave.

"The doctor will be out momentarily to speak to you," the receptionist said.

"Not necessary, I have been told she is stabilized. I'll just be going." When she moved to walk away the receptionist's mouth dropped open. She was clearly shocked at Miranda's callousness. Miranda turned but was unable to leave; her way was blocked by ay man in a white lab coat.

"Hello, Mrs Priestly-Sachs. I am Dr Stevens if you want to step into your wife's room I can give you an update on her condition." Miranda took a deep breath her chest clenching at once again hearing her married name, something she had tried to avoid for the last four months.

"Miranda, please call me Miranda." She met the Doctor's warm brown eyes with her blue ones, cold as ice. "I am sure Andrea is in excellent hands. I don't feel the need for an update." Miranda again turned to take her leave.

"But Mrs…um Miranda, she is awake and asking for you." The Doctor looked scandalized by Miranda's lack of concern for her wife. Miranda took a deep breath and nodded. Dreading what was to come she followed Dr. Stevens into Andrea's room.

Andrea looked relieved when she saw her wife walk into the room. Clearly injured, drugged and in pain she tried to smile as she held her hand out. "I'm glad you are here." she said groggily. Her smile, weak as it was, faltered as she noticed Miranda neither reached out for her hand nor respond to her greeting. The older woman stood just inside the doorway and stared.

Seeing her loves broken body and badly injured face almost drove Miranda to her knees. The cold mask that was her only expression showed none of her inner turmoil. When Miranda spoke it was not to comfort. "Really Andrea, I can't believe you neglected to change your emergency contact. You might remember that I am a very busy woman and being pulled away from work because you managed to get a few scratches is extremely inconvenient."

"Miranda?" Andrea's voice was weak from pain and her mind was groggy from her medication. In spite of her confusion she could tell something was really wrong. "Why are you speaking to me like that?"

Miranda ignored the question and continued. "Don't I remember that you have a cousin who moved nearby? Or is there another family member who could take over?" Miranda gave a sarcastic chuckle. "I have heard from many sources that I am not that difficult to replace."

Andrea was having a hard time breathing as she replied. "My cousin Maryanne is coming to town. Ummm…" tears began to stream down the injured woman's face as she seemed to realize that her wife didn't want to be with her, she choked back a sob and continued. "She was supposed to join us for dinner tomorrow after I picked her up from the airport. Maybe you could call her and let her know I won't be there."

Miranda looked over to the nurse's aid who had just walked in the door. "Where are Andrea's things? I need her cell phone." The aid pointed to the closet across the room. Miranda rolled her eyes end let out a huff realizing she was expected to get it herself.

Andrea spoke again, her voice wobbly. "She's expected to land mid-day tomorrow. Could you send a car to pick her up?"

Miranda slowly turned to the bed. "You cannot possibly be expecting to come home."

"I know I can't for at least a few days, but Maryanne won't require much."

"Andrea," Miranda said very slowly, what is the date?"

The younger woman looked at her confused clearly the conversation had taken far too much out of her. "It's December 12," she replied slowly. "Miranda tell me why you are acting this way? What have I done? God I'm tired so tired" Andrea turned her head into her pillow and was overtaken by sleep.

Miranda glanced at the Doctor who was looking rather concerned. "Mrs. Sach-Priestly has apparently suffered a lapse in memory." He pronounced.

"How very insightful of you to notice," Miranda's sarcasm was thick. "She seems to have forgotten our separation, rather convenient for her." She held up the cell phone and started to leave the room. "I will call her cousin to take my place. I am sure when her memory returns it will be her preference."

It only took Miranda a moment to find Maryanne's number on Andrea's cell phone. Her call was answered immediately. By the sound of her voice Miranda guessed the woman to be in her early twenties. "Andy, oh God Andy I can't believe it's you."

Miranda started to interrupt the woman's diatribe but kept silent when she heard her own name. "Miranda finally talked to you? She understood I am a fucking idiot?" The young woman paused for air and Miranda stayed silent to see what else would be said. "Andy please, you forgive me right? You told me it wasn't funny every time, I am so sorry I didn't listen." Another pause went by without Miranda speaking. "God I was back in the States for two hours for the first time in two years and I screwed up your whole life. Andy are you still there?"

Miranda decided she wouldn't hear any more without speaking up. "This is Miranda."

"Oh, Miranda, hi," Maryanne paused clearly not knowing how to respond and again there was no response from Miranda. "Um you are calling on Andy's phone, so that means you're together right? You understand? You know it was just a dumb joke?"

Miranda didn't disabuse Maryanne of her belief that all was well, she wanted to find out more. "Explain to me this joke Maryanne how did it start." There was a long silence before Maryanne spoke again.

"Andy didn't tell you?"

"I want to hear it from you"

"Ok, well you know guys, a lot of them think two girls together is kind of hot. So when Andy got a new boyfriend I would kind of pretend we were… you know together. I would make a plan and grab her to make it look like we were making out. Andy would tell them the truth right away and I would laugh. The guys would too." Miranda could hear the young woman take deep hic-upping breaths. "Andy never laughed, she told me…" The young woman was clearly crying now "she told me that it wasn't funny and it was going to cause a problem someday. And I told her she was a prude."

Miranda's voice was very low and controlled as she spoke. "It did cause trouble though, didn't it? You expected me, a grown woman, to respond as an adolescent male. You are an imbecile." Miranda silently thanked God there was a chair in the hallway, even a cheap plastic one. Her legs were shaking as she sat down and the tears that had been waiting to fall since she first told Andrea to go began to push against her closed eyelids. With her fist in her mouth Miranda listened to the young woman tell her that the worst moment of her life was caused by a prank. Unable to speak through the pain Miranda hung up the phone and turned it off.