A/N: Thank you to all who favorited/reviewed/followed/ whatever else! It means the world to me, especially when I'm not the biggest fan of what I write (I feel a lot of people are that way though) Anyway, I hope you're all enjoying the story. I know I make Miranda really sweet and fluffy in these… But that's the way I like her(: Kind of a behind-the-scenes look. Anyyyway- here we go!

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"Andy Sachs." The reporter spoke into her phone, still typing one handed on her laptop.

"Is that anyway to speak to your amazing girlfriend?" Miranda chuckled, shutting her office door. She loved being able to joke around with the younger woman, she had never been able to do this with any of her past lovers.

"Oh! Hey baby! How are you pretty lady?" Andy giggled, swiveling around to face out the window, "I miss you."

"My poor baby." the editor teased, "I miss you too. But anyway, I'm… upset, primarily because I have a ton of incompetent staff."

"You do not! You just don't let them work to their full potential, my darling dragon." Andy giggled again, thinking of the pursed lips and small glare she was sure she was receiving.

"Andrea, I do no such thing." She gave a small smile.

"Whatever, is there a reason you're calling me you dork?" Andy laughed, she loved this woman, she loved how the older woman, in the last months, had opened up and allowed easy jokes to flow between the two.

"Well, there was, but after that abuse, I do not believe you deserve to hear it Andrea."

"Awhhh Miraaaaa!" Andy pouted, sticking out her bottom lip.

"I'm assuming you're attempting to make me tell you by giving me your 'pouty face' even though I cannot see you. Am I right Andrea?" Miranda smirked, she knew the younger woman too well.

"Maybe." the brunette huffed and rolled her eyes, "Please tell me Mira."

"I may have called, to ask what you were doing this weekend?" Miranda gave a small smile, allowing herself to push down a few walls while her door was closed.

"Well, I have the kids- Like always." She giggled, "Anyway, Liam has a pee-wee soccer game, and gymnastics, and Cordelia and I have a Mommy N' Me music class." Andy took a breath.

"Well, that seems like a very busy weekend indeed." Miranda ran her fingers through her hair, "Maybe I should save this question for when the children's father has them."

Andrea paled, she hadn't told Miranda much about her past, it was murky, and she hated getting into it with people. "H-he won't."

"What do you mean Andrea?" She huffed, "Your words aren't making sense."

"The kid's father, he hasn't… He doesn't, and he never will." Andy sniffed, "But baby this isn't really the time for that conversation…" She sighed, "I've got to go." Without waiting for a response, Andy hung up her phone.

The editor sat, mouth hung open slightly as she stared at her phone. He never will. What does that even mean? He's those children's father and he better start acting like it. I swear to God.

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"Oh shit…" Andy groaned, running her hands through her hair, she can't believe she let that slip, Miranda was going to ask thousands of questions…"Fuck."

Andy stood and wiped her eyes, she could not cry, not at work, not now. She grabbed her duffle bag from under her desk and rushed to the bathroom down the hall.

She needed to go for a run.

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Miranda needed to figure Andrea out. This was harder said than done, everyone would believe that Miranda would be the hard one to decipher, but the older woman had learned, Andrea needed her to be open and unguarded about her past, in order for the young woman to trust her.

She had spent countless hours letting down wall after wall, secrets flowing out of her mouth- some she had never told another soul.

"I can't really tell you a happy memory darling… I didn't have many."

"I was never kissed until I was 21, my father always told me it was because I looked like a whore, and boys were afraid to catch my disease."

"When I was 16 my father brought home another woman, and told me that she was my mommy now. She liked to hit me, just like daddy."

"My mother? She was beautiful, crystal blue eyes and long wavy hair, it looked like a strawberry waterfall. I suppose, until she died, she was my happy memory."

"My father died six years ago, I didn't shed a tear, does that make me a horrid human?"

"When I look into your eyes, I see all the happiness I will ever need."

Miranda loved Andrea, with every ounce of her being, and it was time the younger woman knew. They hadn't said the words yet, but Miranda was ready, she was ready to risk every part of her heart, soul, and mind, to this 28 year old beauty who captured her tortured heart.

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She was about to throw up, she should stop- needed to stop, but she couldn't. Another lap round the park brought her up to 5 miles, she hadn't run this much since college track. She would run until she forgot, forgot about Mike, and Miranda, and the entire situation she was sure to just royally-fuck-up.

Her blood was pounding in her ears, and she could barely breathe, but she needed to keep going, needed to allow the pain to make her forget, needed to feel physically worse, than lying to Miranda made her feel emotionally. She took a deep breath and pushed harder, speeding to a full blown sprint. She could hear her feet hit the pavement and the sound of her breath, coming out in puffs of air, were drowning out the music blaring in her ears. She rounded the corner, deciding this was the home stretch she continued to push herself harder, all noises and sounds were fading, her world becoming all the pain she felt, then she felt her body hit the ground and it was all black.

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"Miranda." The older woman answered her phone, she was worried, she had left her younger girlfriend at least 15 voice messages and a few texts, which Miranda was horrid at sending.

M: Darling I'm trying to text you. Is it working?

M: Why are u ignoring me?

M:Nigel said I could use a U

M: Andrea. Please talk to me

M:Andrea Joy! Please

M: My darling Angel. I know UR angry. But I'm very nervous

M: Baby… please.

"Is this Miranda Priestly?" A man came over the phone.

"Of course this is Miranda Priestly! It is my cellphone." Miranda rolled her eyes

"Well, My name is Doctor Jacob Hines, and I have an Andrea Sachs here, well in a bed not in my office." Jacob let out a small chuckle.

The color drained from her face, "M-my Andrea?" She gripped the phone in her hand a little tighter

"Yes, you're the only one on her next-of-kin list, but she's here at Presbyterian, and I can't tell you anymore over the phone, other than at this moment she's resting."

"I- I'm coming. Please tell her that."

"Emily, coat, bag." The words came out in a whisper so low the editor was not sure she had said them, but when she walked into the outer office- Emily was ready.

"I am going to be out, for the rest of the day, no calls, or anything of that sort- Nigel has complete control." She grabbed the two from her assistant and tried to hurry out to Roy.

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"Where is she?" Miranda spoke in her usually hushed voice to the bleach-blonde receptionist at Presbyterian.

"Holy shit! You're like, famous and shit!" The blonde smiled, "Who ya lookin for?"

"Andrea Sachs, where is she?" Miranda attempted not to throttle the annoying girl.

"Oh! Room 12B, down the hall, on your left."

Miranda hadn't waited for the girl to finish speaking before she was all-but running down the hall.

Coming across the room, the older woman took a deep breath and pushed open the door, the room was pitch black, and she couldn't see more than a few inches in front of her.

"If that's you Hines- I told you. I can't make any decisions until my Mira gets here, I don't want her to be angry with me."

Miranda smiled in spite of herself and walked closer to the sound of her girlfriend's voice. "Darling, it's me."

She felt the younger woman jump as she laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Mira? You're here!? I am so so so sorry! I was running and now, I.. I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Angel," Miranda sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes slowly getting used to the never ending darkness, "I am not angry, only worried, I have no idea what's going on, or how you even ended up here. Explain."

Andy sighed, "Well first of all, I broke my left arm and maybe a rib, I can't remember, also I have a killer migraine, so that's why all the lights are off, and I'm on a pain killer, so if i sound kind of loopy, that's why." She grinned at the gasp that came from the older woman. "I'll be okay though. But anyway I was running around the park, I was on my 4th or maybe 5th lap, and I kept pushing myself to go harder, and then I woke up here, in a lot of pain."

"Andrea Joy Sachs! Do you have any idea what could have happened to you! Thank god someone found you!" The last words were cut off by a strangled sob.

"Mira, I said I was sorry. I needed to clear my mind, and the thoughts just kept coming back, and I-I had to keep going."

Miranda laid down next to the woman, careful of her injuries and buried her head in the soft brown hair. "I didn't mean to sound angry. I was just so worried my angel." She placed a kiss to the soft skin of Andrea's neck. "What was it I did that you needed to forget? Did I ask too many questions on the phone?"

"No, you didn't do anything." She sighed again and attempted to relax into the other woman, "I just don't know how to talk about my past- before I met you, so I just… don't." She did her best attempt of a shrug.

"You can tell me anything my darling, you know that?"

"I know."

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It was a few hours later that the brunette was discharged, with strict instructions for Miranda. No allowing the younger woman to get her cast wet, she needed bed rest for at least a week to heal her ribs, and they needed to make sure Andrea wouldn't get a concussion- so she wasn't allowed to sleep for 24 hours.

"Miranda, what am I going to do about my babies?" She wiped her eyes as Miranda helped her into the back of the town car. "I cannot look after them when I am on bed rest, and Daisy cannot stay, she has a 15 year old son to look after in the evenings, and my parents- well that's just not a damned option! And I-"

"You'll stay with me."

"And I can't eve- What?"

Miranda rolled her eyes, "I know you've smacked your pretty little head on the pavement, but honestly- You and your children can come stay with me. The townhome is large, and I could use the sounds of the two to brighten my day. Plus, you need someone to look after you for a while, and I could spring a small stay-cation for about a week." The older woman nodded, calculating everything in her mind.

"So, you want me, a messy 28 year old- failed writer, with some broken bones and a whole lot of baggage, not to mention a rambunctious 3 year old and a baby who doesn't yet sleep fully through the night- to come and live with you for a week. You want to give up your vacation for that?"

"First, you're not a failure, you just haven't found your break yet. And secondly, I would give up anything for that." Miranda smiled before carefully pulling the woman into her, and allowing their lips to meld together.

"Miranda?" She whispered against her girlfriend's lips

"Hmm?"

Pulling away slightly, she brought her good hand up to sweep Miranda's bangs from her face, "I love you."

Miranda's eyes filled with tears, the moment too sweet for her, "I love you as well my angel." And with that, she decided it was time to forego words, and show the woman in her arms how much she adored her.