AN: I am thankful and shocked at the same time that you decided to continue. Off you go...


CHAPTER 2

Andy closed the door to Cassidy's room after saying goodnight to the two worried girls. She walked down the hall and stopped at the last door on the right. 'God, I hope she's gonna be okay.' She took a deep breath and was about to knock when she heard a thud coming from inside the room. She immediately rushed in and towards Miranda who was shivering on the floor.

She moved Miranda, just enough to cradle Miranda's head on her lap. As soon as she made contact with her former boss's forehead, she cursed inwardly, "oh my god you're burning up!"

The editor was still shaking, probably cold due to her state of undress. Andy did the best she can to lean Miranda against her bed before speaking, "alright Miranda, we have to get you back to bed so you could be more comfortable. We'll move slowly so you won't feel worse. Just tell me if you can't and we'll stop, okay?"

Andy felt the slight nod and circled her right arm on the older woman's back and put the other one on her torso. When they stood up, she heard Miranda took a sharp breath and leaned heavily against her. she started to pull back the cover but Miranda shook her head, eyes still closed. She then assisted her back on a lying position and pushed back some of her strands.

When Andy made a move towards the door, Miranda immediately grabbed her hand, "please." Andy's heart broke seeing her like this, she just wanted to take away all her pain so she could see those beautiful eyes again. "I'm just gonna get some cold water and cloth Miranda, I'll be back," she squeezed her hand once again, "I promise."

As soon as she put the cold cloth on the editor's forehead, she felt Miranda relax a bit and released a sigh. A smile crept on Andy's face and she continued to wipe the cloth to Miranda's face. It won't automatically bring down her temperature but it would at least make the editor feel at ease. Andy was leaning against the headboard, so Miranda's head was partially rested on her thigh, she stroked the silver strands and whispered, "sleep now Miranda, I'll be here when you wake up." Andy closed her eyes too and a thought came across her before she finally slept. 'I won't leave you again. I'll be here, always.'


Miranda woke up with a terrible headache and managed to lean her head away from the disturbing sunlight peeking through the curtains. She barely remembered that her ex-assistant was here last night and so she was surprised to hear a faint voice from one corner of the room. She shifted on the bed without the young woman noticing and trying to understand what she was saying.

"No, Greg, I'm fine, just have a family emergency that I need to attend to," Andy pace the room quietly, "yes, just send me the assignments and I'll try to finish some of them while I'm on leave." A smile broke out of her face and she sighed, "thank you so much Greg, I won't disappoint."

Andy made another call and put her phone back against her ear, "Nigel!" she greeted quietly. "I know Miranda's been working from home for a couple of days now, but Nige, I need you to do me a favor and take charge of Runway for a week?" Andy bit her lip and hope to God that she won't face death for making this decision. "Okay, so no Book for a week, please keep everything perfect there, have Emily and Serena help you." She sighed again and nodded, "of course Nigel, no, I'm not gonna leave her, even if I had that choice, I won't. I made that mistake once and let's just say I paid the price. Thank you, Nigel. I'm sure Miranda will appreciate your help."

Miranda was beyond shocked at what she heard. The woman, who invaded her thoughts most of the time, who made the impossible possible, the woman who left her in the most important week of her career, who she cared for, may reciprocate her feelings.

Miranda closed her eyes again once she heard the young woman move towards the bed. She felt Andréa sit on the bed and she froze when she felt her hands on her forehead, "I really hope I can make you feel better soon. But, right now, I'll just make you some breakfast and some tea, I'll be back." She relaxed once again when she heard the door clicked.

The editor-in-chief slowly sat up on her bed and leaned her back against the headboard. She had to smile when she realized that her ex-assistant had cleaned up the room. Her thoughts drifted back to what she heard from the journalist a while ago and an unfamiliar feeling settled on her stomach. She's not good when it comes to words and feelings but she just had to know if there was a slightest chance for both of them. She was looking out the window when she heard the door open and saw the smile that could light up a room. She chastised herself for being so vulnerable to the person in front of her and asked harshly before she could stop herself, "why are you here?"

tbc...