Title: Flashbacks, a collection of micro fics

Characters: Miranda/Andy

Word Count: unknown

Rating: PG

Summary: Micro fics from Andy's point of view

Author's Note:So at first I thought this would be fun. Looked at a few prompts from dvlwears_prada over at livejournal. Maybe write a couple for the prompt fest inspired by mxrolkr. Next thing I know I'm working on back stories I hadn't planned on exploring and trying to work it into my current story. Constructive criticism is deeply appreciated.

I'd also like to dedicate this to Ms. Rugby. Thanks for listening to me while I tried to figure out where to place this.


Slow Ascent

Amelia Andréa stood behind a curtained off area to the side. He father had died many years ago and her step father had the flu and couldn't be here. Instead her cousin René had stepped in. She didn't love him. He knew that. A Queen needed a Consort. After all it wasn't a big deal, just a marriage. They could be happy together she thought. No, she'd never be happy without her.

Nodding to René, she began her slow ascent to the balcony where the minster waited to bless their joining.


Empty Glass

She looked at the test in her hand. The plus sign was vivid; there was no mistaking the result. Her grandmother will be overjoyed. So will her husband. So will her kingdom. Everyone would be happy but she didn't feel anything. Her mother always said she should try to view things from a glass half full perspective instead of the glass half empty. What did it say about her as a mother, if she looked at the test and only saw an empty glass?


1000 Pieces

He had drawn 1000 pieces of clothing but had paired it down to 50. "This," he pointed to his sketches. "This is what I want to design. Can you help me?" Andy looked it over. He was young and still in college but there was real talent there.

"You have to finish school. No more hanging out with those trust fund kids. I'm not paying for your education so you can waste it by sleeping late and missing class."

He nodded eagerly. "I will, I swear."

"Okay, I'll help you get started. What will you call it?"

"Thermopolis Designs"


Perfect Timing

She should have been out with Bea. But Bea was a little feverish and she didn't want to take a chance with her falling ill, so they headed home. She really did have perfect timing she thought. She'd walked into one of the 850 rooms and found her secretary and her husband locked in a kiss. She should have been more upset but all she could think was at least she had Bea from this marriage. She was the best thing in her life. Andy walked back out of the room. She'd fire her secretary tomorrow.


Foreign Accent

It didn't matter how often she spoke in French or how articulate she was, as soon as she landed in Paris she was treated like a common foreigner. American, they'd sneer and whisper when they thought she couldn't hear them. Parisian, she'd think back. She asked someone once, why. "Pourquoi pensez-vous que je suis américaine?

"Foreign Accent," they'd answered back. It didn't bother her anymore. Not like it had when she was younger.

She stepped off the plane. Welcome to Paris Fashion Week she thought. At least she'd only be stuck in the city for a day.