Title: The Conversation.

Author: A.M. Glass

Copyright: May 7th – May 14th, 2010.

Ratings: (USA) T / (UK) 12 / (AUS) PG

Couple: Miranda/Andy undertones.

Author's Disclaimer: Let's face it, I don't own "The Devil Wears Prada" or any of the characters, back story, etc. I'm not making a cent from it – if I did, I'd buy a new computer and some other things. The story; along with any original characters are mine though I think; pesky copyright laws.

Author's Notes: While the novel is written by Lauren Weisberger, I am placing the story within the movie written by Aline Brosh McKenna. If you've read my first story, The Beginning, I had said I haven't seen the movie nor have I read the book. Well, that statement still stands. I may get to it eventually.

Special Thanks: I would like to thank my beta readers, Ina, Courtney, and DW. The three of them in their own way helped make this a better story. I admit, it does read better. If it wasn't for them, I would have sent this story out and I cringe at the thought. Thank you very much. That being said, any problems or inconsistencies would be mine and mine alone.


Andy slowly closed the bedroom door, hearing the soft click of the lock as it slid in place.

This wasn't how she expected Paris.

She leaned against the door for a few minutes before she pushed away and tried to swallow the lump which had unexpectedly formed in her throat. She blinked a few times as her eyes burned and her vision became watery.

She was surprised by her reaction.

She had no idea she would feel such a strong desire to comfort...

Miranda?

Never in her wildest imagination had the words, "Comfort" and "Miranda" ever come together.

Yet, here she was, contemplating turning around, opening the door and...

'Yeah Andy? And what?' her inner voice popped up. 'What are you going to do? I can so see Miranda opening her arms when you walk though the door – practically begging you to make it better – to take away the pain she's in. And just how would you do that, huh? Any clues? Well? I'm not hearing anything from the peanut gallery...'

"Shut up," Andy muttered to herself.

'Ah, hit too close to home did it? Now we're getting somewhere.'

"No, we're not."

'Come on. Who are you trying to kid? Yourself? Not going to happen. Don't forget who you're talking to...'

Andy walked to the sofa and sort of plopped down. It was somewhat difficult, considering the cut of her dress. She turned and looked longingly at the door.

'So, you have feelings for Miranda. It's not the first time someone falls for their boss...'

"It is for me."

'Okay, that's true, I'll give you that. It is the first time for us. Kind of scary isn't it?'

"Yes it is."

'So, what do we do now?'

"Wait."

'For what?'

Andy had no answer. She had no idea what she was waiting for.

'You want to go in, don't you?' her inner voice asked softly, as if deciding not to give herself a hard time.

Andy nodded.

'Funny thing… so do I. But, we aren't going to, are we?'

"No," Andy sighed.

'Damn.'

The end