Hi readers,

After a long hiatus, here is the second chapter of the fic. I hope you all enjoy it.

Long time since update cos life is difficult at the moment...

About the last reviews:

fallenqueens. Here is the second one, hope you enjoy it.

karla05. No death involved in this fic :)

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Disclaimer:

I do not own DWP and its characters; they belong to Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. I only own some characters, some of them already had been created and others might be in the near future of this fanfic. This fic is for entertainment and fun and, I do not own any money with the fic...

WARNING: There may be content that can disturb some people.

2.

It had been one year. One year of hell for anyone that worked at Runway. Miranda Priestly became worse than she ever was.

Caroline and Cassidy came back to their mother to find her totally lost in her thoughts and realized something big had happened. At Runway their mother was the same, maybe a bit more hard to please, but at the house was where the change was most significant.

Miranda spent months in therapy, without success. The image of Andrea's body, covered in blood, was a constant in her dreams every night. The truth was, she couldn't understand what happened that day.

When Andrea left Runway to travel to the townhouse with Roy, she was fine. As she came into the house, according to Roy description to the police, everything was calm and fine outside. After the police came to investigate, they discovered that a bullet had hit Andrea and the girl hadn't realized because she was too busy with her stuff.

The bullet came from the back of the townhouse, more specifically from the kitchen. Someone had been in the townhouse, a burglar or something worse and obviously, Miranda was the target. As Andrea arrived, the person for whatever reason, decided to kill her. Much to the delight of the "Page Six" and all the other sensationalist newspapers that made a lot of money from the situation.

"Devil in Prada tries to kill First Assistant."

"Miranda Priestly with blood in her hands. The dragon attacked."

Miranda decided to sell the townhouse shortly after because there were too many ghosts to still live there. The girls agreed and they moved to another place. The first days were spent at a hotel and then, a new townhouse, not far from the former one, but not on the same street.

During the past 12 months, she has visited Andrea at the hospital. The guilt from the young woman being there because of her, destroying her inside. If it was not her job to bring The Book and the clothes, Andrea would be alright and not in a coma for a year. At the same time, the Editor-in-Chief would no longer exist, being dead.

During the months following the attack, Miranda paid for the best detectives in the USA to discover what happened that night, and until now, there had been no results. There were two possible suspects but no proof of anything.

Miranda wanted the person, who put the woman that stole her heart, in prison. She wanted this person to have a death sentence. But more than anything, she wanted to be able to look to that brown eyes that melted her heart in a way no one else was able to before.

Now, walking down the hospital corridor, she is no longer followed by too many reporters since there is no news to be told. Andrea Elisabeth Sachs has been in a coma for one year, Miranda is still the worse nightmare in the fashion industry and the twins have been in an internship in London for almost three months. No news is good news, right?

She had learned that Andrea's bleeding was bad because of where the bullet hit her, not very far from the kidney. A lot of blood was lost and the girl needed to have three blood transfusions, but what made her lose consciousness was her brain. To avoid the worse, it had shut down.

Over the months Miranda almost became a doctor herself, reading all the books she could find about the situation Andrea was living. She knows the reality, but she still wants and needs to hope.

Andrea's room

Miranda walked slowly through the doors, as she has been doing now every day for the last three months. Before the twins went to London, she had visited Andrea three times a week, with them.

The girls are grateful that their mother is alive, in part due to Andy being shot, but they hate to see her like that. All the energy, all the smiles, there is none around anymore.

As Miranda moved into the room, she was surprised. The doctor that had been taking care of Andrea for the last six months, was looking at his patient and smiling.

"Good afternoon Miranda."

"Dr Francis."

"I have good news."

"What kind of news?"

"Andrea's brain signals are higher than ever."

"And?"

"As you know, coma's have stages where the brain still produces small signals. And since I started to treat Andrea, her brain had become quieter all the time. However, since last night the levels are high and stronger."

"What does that mean?"

"She might wake up. She has been in an induced coma for one year but since I have been treating her I've been trying to reduce the level of drugs and Andrea has responded well to it, as I told you three months ago. Yesterday I decided to change it to the minimal level and the signals become extremely high. So, Miss Priestly, we need to speak about what happens next."

As the two of them left the room, the machines presented a new level of brain signals.

"Miranda..."

Andrea was in a strange place, she didn't recognize where, but it felt safe, calm and peaceful. And she loved it, she truly liked it, but she had been there for a long time. Some days she believed it was time to leave, and now, listening to the voice of the woman she learned to love, she decided it was time to return to her. It was time to see her dragon and the twins, as the most important things in her life.

Suddenly the doors of the room opened, nurses ran around and the doctor, who just started his talk with Miranda, returned to his patient's side. The Editor-in-Chief, struggling with her emotions, waited outside the room for news.

The time passed slowly than Miranda ever imagined possible. She realized the nurses and the doctor are back at her side, all smiling.

"Miranda. Andrea is awake, we are going to run some tests and see how she will react. It will be a long day."

"I shall wait."

At that moment Miranda Priestly, the Editor-in-Chief of Runway sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair nearby, not willing to be too far away from Andrea's room until a nurse could find a more appropriate place for her. She had been waiting a year to the exact day and would wait wherever necessary in order to see those brown eyes. And she would wait however long it took to see Andrea's wide smile again.

She would finally have control of her life back, because her life, for a long time, had been Andrea.