Hello everyone! This fanfiction was written mainly by my friend Lor (thylordshipofbutts|Tumblr), I only wrote 20% of it; So the main credit goes to Lor! Hope you guys enjoy :)

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Sehnsucht

Chapter One

Running your own fashion website wasn't as easy as the Huffington Post articles or Tumblr Blogs made it. Andy found that out the hard way. It had been 18 months since she tried on that first blouse. Her company, About the Fit, promised every customer that their clothes would fit them. It was incredibly important to her after the hassles of just being a normal size 4 in an increasingly small clothing world. She would never have ventured that she would be back in the fashion business. Vowing to herself in Paris approximately eight years ago that she would never go near that area of the world. For a while, she actually listened to herself. She worked for The Mirror for a while, but she could never escape the shadows of Miranda. She was the Miranda girl to everyone at the newspaper. The Gossip section wanted inside details when Miranda's divorce became public, the fashion section thought she had a private line to the Editor. She couldn't go a single day without some mention of the fashionable ice queen. So after years she gave in. She was still outside the realm of Runway, but she used her expertise from that half year to build her own empire. A little bit harder to do when one only has a journalism degree instead of a business degree, but they have hit their 5-year mark in nine months and that was outstanding.

While her professional life was blooming, her personal life was in shambles. She met a nice man after Nate left for Boston. Andy said she would keep in contact with Nate, but soon their friendship became strained. Strained became distant and now they just wish each other 'Happy Birthday's' on Facebook. That kind of stung, but about a year after Nate she met Matt. He was on the rise through the Marketing world and really taught her a lot. They got married a little over two years after that first date. They were perfectly happy for the longest time. Newlywed phase, steady jobs, a cute brownstone in Brooklyn, everything was perfect. Then the day that both made and shattered Andy's life came. The day she founded About the Fit. Now with that job it was practically coming before her marriage. She found a repeat in her behavior back from Runway. Fashion had taken over her life and had made it miserable. She loved her job, but the distance in her marriage ate away at her. Now on top of all the stress of her job, Matt was cheating on her with one of his old colleagues. She had known about it for months, completely unable to stop it due to her schedule. She cried often about his affair. Any time he went out she worried that he was with her. She couldn't very well stop him. Her job was demanding and their personal time has been cut back so far that now it's almost nonexistent. Andy wanted to call herself the new Miranda Priestly. Work coming before marriages. Luckily she didn't have any children to throw into the pot. If Matt and she couldn't work it out, the divorce would be fairly clean. Even thinking about divorcing Matt made her nauseous. To say Andy was happy would be a falsehood she would openly laugh at. She would make it work; she would save her marriage, keep her company, and make it all work. She would do what Miranda couldn't because she learned from her.
Andy would be a superhero because she had to be for her own sanity.

The alarm buzzed in her ear dragging her unwillingly out of unconsciousness. She slid her finger over the screen of her phone silencing it for a bit. She knew Matt would already be gone by the time she got up. Some excuse written on the counter for his absence on the one day she didn't work. When she fully knew he was out with his mistress doing God knows what. Andy should really care more, besides the general melancholy she just felt numb. Numb to the whole situation which made her more miserable. She cried often on these Sunday's always frustrated with Matt not being here with her. Today wouldn't be that type of Sunday. Andy promised herself that as she slumped out of bed and lumbered into the ensuite bathroom. Deciding to make a change in her schedule, she freshened up and put on relaxing clothes to go to the park. It may have required a drive into Manhattan, but there was no better way to spend a Sunday.

Sunlight touches her face making her close her eyes and enjoy the warmth on her skin, it's her first work-free day for what feels like ages and she spends it the best way she could ever dream of. Feeling a wet nose touching her leg, she can't fight the smile that spreads over her features. She opens her eyes and comes face to face with her little darling girl. Looking into probably the most loyal eyes she's ever seen, she runs her hands through golden fur, remembering the first time her fingers touched it all these years ago.

"SACHS!" Andy jumped, nearly spilling her coffee. She's been working for the mirror for six months now, but she would never get used to the screaming of her Boss.
"Good morning to you too, Greg."
"Save it, Sachs." He snarled at her before throwing a file on her desk.
"Some dog shelter guy mistreated his dogs and is now on his way to jail. I want this done at four, you hear me?"
"Of course, Greg." Once he left, she groaned with annoyance. Six months. Six months and she still got the files nobody cared about. She always wanted to be a journalist, but this wasn't what she had in mind at all. Huffing she picks up the file and heads out the door on her way to the subway.

Checking the address one more time she still can't believe that she is at the right place. It said "dog shelter" but looking up from the file in her hands it looked more like a slaughter house. It was an old barn, hundreds of small cages lined up, some are fully covered in dried blood. Barely able to breathe because of the horrible stench she takes her photos and gathers the information she needs for her article. An hour later she has everything and turns to leave this hell hole behind. Walking along the pathway towards the main street she tries to forget what she just saw in there, that was when she heard it. At first, she thought she imagined it, but then she heard it again. Whining. Following the sound through knee high grass, she looked around for its source. Then after a few minutes of searching, she spots a small bundle of fur curled up at the pole of an old wood fence.

"Oh my… shhh, don't worry little one, you are safe now." Carefully picking up the shivering Golden Retriever puppy she headed home. There was just no way she could give her away after what she saw that day.

A light breeze wafted through her hair, her fingers scratching behind big floppy ears, she tries to hold onto this moment. Picking up the red squishy ball in front of her, she throws it away onto the grass, watching her tail wagging fur bundle running after it. Leaning back against the bench she closes her eyes once more, enjoying the late august weather. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds before her peace is disturbed by loud barking. Opening her eyes she immediately looks for her girl, only to see her running away and vanishing behind a corner. Jumping to her feet, Andy picks up her bag and runs after her.

"Oh do bore somebody else with your inability to complete such a simple tasks. Am I reaching for the stars here? Not really. That's all." Hanging up her phone she sighed.

She would never say it out loud but deep down she missed having Emily as her first assistant. Shortly after Paris, she sent her into the art department to become Nigel's right hand. Even though she wanted to keep Emily as her assistant forever, she simply couldn't. Emily had just too much potential and Miranda needed someone she could trust and knew would keep Runway going whenever she was away. Sighing once more, she quickly blocked out her thoughts of Runway and her staff. This was her first work free day in weeks and she would enjoy it. Runway would survive a day without her. Barely, but it would survive.

Leaning back against the wooden bench she sat on, she watched her girl playing with her new favorite toy. A smile crosses her features,

"Patricia." The St. Bernard's head rose immediately. Looking over to her Mama, she waited for her next command.

"Komm."¹ within a few seconds her loyal friend stood before her, tail wagging. Miranda couldn't fight the impulse and before she knew it her hand moved to pet the dog. Noticing the gray streaks in her fur, Miranda leaned down to give her a quick smooch on the head.

"You are getting old." Patrica let out a protesting chuff.

"I know, you are still the same little puppy I bought all those years ago." The memories a Kaleidoscope of colors rushing through her head.

"I know Bobbsey, I will be back soon, Mommy even has a surprise for you girls when she's back! ... no darling, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you what it is. I am sorry Bobbseys but I really have to hang up now. I love you two!"
No matter how many times she travels, she is always missing her girls from the second on she has to leave them behind. Sitting on a Hotel bed in Berlin on the other side of the world and working on the book makes it even worse. Sometimes she isn't sure if she employees adults or kindergarten kids, considering all these typos. Sighing she takes her glasses off to rub the sore spot on the bridge of her nose. And then, of course, there was the whining. Getting up from the bed she goes into the main area of the hotel room.

"Stop whining." Another whine filled the room.

"Really?" More whining.
Sighing she sits down on the floor next to the source - a St. Bernard puppy.
"I thought we had agreed you would stop the crying." This caused the puppy to cry even harder.

Suddenly Miranda had an idea,

"This better work…" she muttered, "Bitte hör auf zu weinen."²
As if she had spoken the magic words, the little puppy stopped crying and was now looking at her with new interest.

"Is that the key? Should I speak in your native tongue?" this caused Patricia to bark.

"I take that as a yes then….Okay, kein weinen mehr, Mama muss arbeiten."³

Seeing this caused the puppy to waggle with her tail, Miranda was pleased with herself and went back towards the bedroom to finish the work on the book. A few moments later, however, she heard another whine. Not even making the effort to get up she just said,

"Du darfst auch auf das Bett wenn du brav bist…"⁴ and with that she felt a wet nose touching her leg. Picking up the troublemaker, locking eyes with her, the Editor knew this puppy already stole her heart. But of course, she would never admit it.

Miranda was pulled from her thoughts when she heard barking and a rather familiar voice coming to her direction…

A Golden Retriever was running straight towards her before it stopped and sat down directly in front of her feet. Since Patricia didn't snarl her teeth at the other dog, Miranda took that as a sign that it wouldn't be any danger to her, so she held out her hand to let it sniff her.

"Cola!" A panicked voice rang through the park.

Oh no.

"Cola get back here!" The voice steadily approached at a quickened pace.

No. It couldn't be, could it? No, there was simply no way it could be her!

Andrea.

She hasn't seen or heard of the girl since she ran away from her that dreadful night in Paris only to start a few weeks later as a Journalist atthe Mirror.

"Cola! There you are! I thought I had lost y- Miranda?" Andrea became stock still in a flash.

"Andrea." Turning her eyes away from the dog she saw the assistant who left her on those Parisian steps all those years ago. The only buffers between them being the two furry animals quietly sitting together on the pavement.

"Um. I...thank you for stopping her, I'm not sure I could have caught up to her otherwise."
Giving her a simple nod she quietly dismissed her. Except Andrea didn't quite want to leave yet.

"It's just um... She's super hyper at the park and I don't know what got into her and I just looked away for a second. You know how it is... And I... Well, I was so scared when she ran off, so uh thanks... She's usually better than this..." Andy kept a firm grip on the leash that was previously dragging behind the silky dog. There was a pregnant pause between the two women. Tension sharp as a blade, piercing the air through their lungs.

"And Miranda..." The name she missed feeling comfortable in her palate once again.

"Uh...I … I wanted to apologize for what happened back in Paris, I-" She barely managed to get out. Her throat practically constricting around the words. Miranda flicked her wrists out to silence Andrea's babble.
"Frankly a little overdue, don't you suppose?" Miranda replied coolly, her eyes reading just how displeased she was. She was hurt by Andrea's actions back in Paris. Not that she willingly admitted it to anyone else, but Andrea's audacity to leave her and ask for a referral later made her every nerve fire. Andrea had taken Miranda's heart unwillingly and crushed it in the same stride.

"But Miranda-"

"I'm sure you are expected somewhere else, Andrea. Good day." Her eyes turned away from the meek girl.

"Well… again, thank you, Miranda. For everything." Sighing, Andy pulls her dog's leash and heads back home. A hurt and bewildered Miranda left behind.

End Chapter One

¹ Come

² please stop crying

³ No more crying, Mama has to work

⁴ If you're being good you are allowed on the bed