AN: First Devil Wears Prada fic! I hope you like. Sorry for any mitakes and over OOCness! I am trying!

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The day after I met that jerk Christian I went to a preview with Miranda. She is a crazy busy woman. I'm surprised her office is as neat as it is.

After the preview Nigel gave me the gem of info that her opinion was the only one that mattered. Maybe that was true for all things.

She actually called me by my name. And when she looked at me I could see a small flint of recognition. Like a long forgotten memory was being lit up and set aflame.

I was instructed to deliver the Book. Mikcheal came with me. I didn't want him to learn anything else from Nate. I quickly became confused. There were several doors and several tables with flowers on them.

"Shit." I squeaked.

"It's that door to the left." A small voice floated down to us. I leaned over the staircase and looked up.

Two red headed girls stared back at me. They must be Miranda's twins. I put away the dry cleaning and looked over at Mikcheal who was still staring up at the twins. I leaned over and pointed at the Book.

These little girls were troublemakers, or they just wanted attention.

"You can bring the book upstairs. Emily does it all the time." There little brats were trying to get me fired!

I felt the Book get ripped from my fingers and saw Mikcheal ascend the steps. His white Nike's making no sound on the carpet. I looked up to find that the twins had vanished. I followed Mikcheal up a few steps, lagging behind out of fear.

I could hear Miranda arguing with who I assumed was her husband.

"What did you expect me to do, walk out in the middle of a cover shoot?"

I looked around from where I stood. There was a man laying on the couch with his back to me. His hair was golden blonde. He was either sleeping, or pretending to sleep. But who was he?

"I rushed out of an investment committee meeting and I sat there waiting for almost an hour."

They walked into view. Miranda's back to us. I saw a drink in the man's hand. Mikcheal stood at the top of the stairs, watching curiously.

Neither the night I first met her or since I'd been working for her had I ever heard her sound like this. Almost weak, I didn't like it.

"I told you the cell phones didn't work. Nobody could get a signal out."

"I knew what everyone in that restaurant was thinking," why would he care? "There he is, waiting for her again." He spotted us and Miranda turned to see us as well.

She looked beyond shocked to see us there.

The man left and Mikcheal walked up to her, holding out the book in his tiny hands. She took it and Mikcheal motioned her down. Surprisingly she kneeled down and found herself in a small tight hug. She patted his back lightly and he stepped back.

"I'll fight tooth and nail for you if I have to Miranda." He could speak very well but because he was still young his words were a little slurred.

She gave him a small smile and ruffled his hair. "How long were you here?" She turns her icy blue eyes on me.

"Few minutes." I mumbled.

Miranda stood. "Right. Thank you." She directed at Mikcheal then looked back at me. "That's all." She walked over to sit in the chair beside the golden blonde man. He shifted and mumbled something. But Mikcheal walked back to me and we walked slowly down the steps. I could hear the man talking. So he'd been pretending to sleep.

"I don't care if you are older than me, if he's drunk and he lays a hand on you I'll kill 'im." I heard him mumble.

"Stop it." I heard Miranda respond.

I heard the man make a loud annoyed sound before Mikcheal and I left the house.


The next morning at work Emily dragged me into the small kitchen while Mikcheal wandered into Miranda's office.

"Okay so the twins said hello, so I said hello back and Mikcheal went up to give her the book and I followed him." I spoke quickly.

Emily pinched the bridge of her nose. "You went upstairs?" Then she flung her arms out. "You went upstairs." It was no longer a question. "Oh my God, why didn't you just climb into bed with her and ask for a bedtime story." I did that. Not the story part but the bed part. And the result of that is in Miranda's office.

"Okay, okay…I made a mistake I got it." Trying to leave, Emily tugged me back.

"Andrea, if you get fired that may jeopardize Paris for me and if that happens," always about her wasn't it? Just like Miranda. I shushed her, worried now.

"Is she gunna fire me?" She'd seemed fine last night. I remembered Nigel's words. She has a soft spot for children. Maybe I'd get lucky.

"I don't know. She's not happy."

"When is she ever?" I spoke without control and Emily glared at me, her regretful, silent agreement.

"Andrea." Miranda's voice drifted out of her office. It made me choke up like poison had been forced into my system and was closing my esophagus. I prayed she hadn't heard what I'd said. I liked at Emily, who snapped her fingers and pointed out to the outer office. I sighed and walked slowly into room.

I glanced around. Mikcheal was at the small table, staring at a man who was curled up on the two-seater. He was the same man from last night I realized. And he was once again either sleeping or pretending to sleep.

Miranda looked up at me. "I need the new Harry Potter book for the twins." She was giving me a chance.

"Okay, okay I'll go down to Barns & Noble right now."

"Did you fall down and smack your little head on the pavement?" She asked as I began to turn away. I wondered if it was a quip about last night. Looking at her I decided it wasn't. She looked at me, clearly expecting an answer.

"Not that I can recall."

"We have all the published Harry potter books." She flexed her fingers of her left hand. "The twins want to know what happens next." God damn it!

"You want the unpublished manuscript." I knew better than to state it as a question.

"Well we know everyone in publishing, it shouldn't be a problem." And she looked me up and down. "And you can do anything right?" Her tone carried a sarcastic edge. So she wasn't giving me a chance. She was giving me what looked like a chance but was really trying to get me fired in the funniest way she could. I wouldn't let her win.

The blonde man shifted, I looked over at him. He twisted awkwardly so his feet hit the ground before his upper body turned and he stood upright. He was very handsome. Wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes like the sea. He smiled at me. "Hello." His voice wasn't deep, but it wasn't high either.

"You're pretty lady's brother huh?" Mikcheal asked curiously.

"I am indeed. Malcolm Priestley. I'm the editor-in-chief of the Men's Runway. Very nice to meet you." He smiled at me, he had dimples, just like Mikcheal. "Seeing as Adda likes being mean to you, I'm gunna help you. You've got guts. Let's go." I nodded, grateful for help. And…

I looked at Miranda. "Adda?" I asked curiously.

She groaned and flicked her hands towards the door. "That's all!" Malcolm and I laughed quietly on our way out..

"Bye mommy!" Mikcheal shouted after us.

"That book better be here by no later than three." Miranda called.

Malcolm held the doors open for me. "You know she's not as bad as you think. She's only like this at work and around strangers. She's a family gal."

I nodded my understanding. So this was Mikcheal's uncle.


Malcolm made a few calls on our way to pick up Miranda's lunch. I was getting very good at running in heels.

"Yeah I know it's basically impossible. But my sister really wants it. So could you maybe make the impossible possible?" I waited for the steak while he made several more calls. He glared at me, but I could tell from the look in his eyes he wasn't mad at me. "You become famous, almost everyone knows your name…and you still can't get a simple manuscript. How fucked up is that?" I laughed and he let out a small smile.

"Very." I was not one to cuss very often.

On our way out I spotted an ad on a bus for Christian Thompson. I asked for his cell and made the call.

"Hi, you probably don't remember me. We met at James Holt's party, I'm Miranda Priestly's assistant." I hopped this would work. Or I was out of a job and out on my ass.

'The Harry Potter manuscript? Oh you're kidding.'

"Sorry to ask, but I am desperate."

'Just tell her it can't be done.' Like that was an option with this woman!? As if! 'You'll have to come up with a plan B.'

"Well this is Miranda Priestly we're talking about. There is no plan B, there's only plan A."

"Ain't that the truth." I heard Malcolm mumbled beside me. People cut him a path, knowing exactly who he was and possibly wondering why he was running through the streets with me.

He left me on my own when we got back to Elias-Clark. He said he had an idea and to let him deal with it.

I rushed into Miranda's office. Mikcheal watched me with his curious blue eyes. He looked more like Miranda than ever.

"Coat, bag." I heard Miranda order quietly. "What is that? I don't want that." Bitch.

"Can I have it?" Mikcheal asked quietly. Miranda looked at him.

"If your mother let's you, then that's fine." She looked back at me. "I'm having lunch with Irv. I'll be back at three, I'd like my Starbucks waiting." She check her watched and shot a cool glare at me. "Oh, and if you don't have that Harry potter book by then." She turned her head at a slight angle, eyeing me up and down, and once again I saw the flint of recognition. "Don't even bother coming back." She turned on her heel and grabbed her coat from Emily.

I looked at Mikcheal, he frowned. "Uh oh." He mumbled, but his face lit up with a grin. "Don't worry mom! You can do it!" And that gave me a little hope. I walked over to him with Miranda's lunch and cut it to bits, brushed his growing locks of curly hair and kissed his forehead.

I was going to quit, but Mikcheal made me still have hope. There was still Malcolm after all. I'm sure he was strutting about the city on his cell phone in his black blazer and blue jeans and muscle shirt, all designer of course, and making calls to several people.

I headed over to Starbucks, the woman who handed me Miranda's coffee looked at me funny when I requested that it be as hot as the center of the sun. Who could drink coffee that hot anyways? Would it blister your tongue and peel the skin or something? Miranda was a strange woman indeed.

My cell rang as I began my walk back to the building.

'I am, brilliant!' He says brilliant like Jim Carrey in The Grinch. I know people are staring because then I hear him mumble 'What are you looking at? Got an eye problem Mister?'

I sighed and smiled. "Mal, you didn't." The nickname just slipped out.

He chuckled. 'You bet your pretty little face I did. Christian Thompson has a friend of a friend who does the cover art and she happens to have the manuscript.'

"You are brilliant." I comment.

'Thank you. Come on, my little devil nieces will be getting on a train to go to my mother's place in about an hour. We gotta make copies and everything.'

"Right, you are a life saver Mal."

'You bet I am. Meet me at the Townhouse. There's a copy machine in Miranda's office there.'

We hung up and I got there as fast as I could.


Malcolm followed me into the office. I held a boiling cup of lava in my hand and the book in the other. I set the cup down and held the book an inch above the glass, letting it fall with a smack to catch her attention.

Miranda turned and glanced at Malcolm who took a seat beside Mikcheal and began to talk quietly with him. "At least put a shirt on." She mumbled. Mal glanced at her.

"What's the matter Adda? 'fraid I'll catch a cold?" He smirked as she rolled her eyes in annoyance before she turned to me.

"One copy hum?" She figured she'd caught me in a failure. "What are my twins gunna do with that? Share?"

"No, no. I made two copies. And had them covered, reset, and bound so that they wouldn't look like manuscripts. This is just an extra copy to have just in case…whatever." I shrugged, with a happy smirk.

"Well where are these fabulous copies? I don't see them anywhere." Once again she thought she got me.

"They're with the twins. They're on the train on the way to grandma's."

Miranda just stared at me with a mix of respect and surprise, driven almost utterly speechless.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked, just in case.

She looked at her younger brother. "You did this."

"Nah, I just followed her around. Andy here has friends of friends who do good work. She did this all on her own. Maybe you should say thank you Adda." He smirked and leaned back in his chair.

Miranda looked back at me, eyeing me for a moment. "That's all."

I kept my smile in place. "Okay." I went through the small stack of papers I brought with me and walked back in, handing them to Mikcheal, then leaving again. If he wanted to spend time with his unknown other parent then that was fine by me.


Nate was starting to get on my nerves more and more. He wanted us all to just pack up and move to Boston. Well I wasn't going to. I was finally starting to enjoy my job and Mikcheal was getting out of the house and getting into something that may help him with art. I was not going anywhere.

The next day Mikcheal and Malcolm were there at a shoot with Nigel. Malcolm was here because Runway and Men's Runway were doing a shoot together and the picture would be in both magazines. And he knew what his sister wanted done because they thought alike, he was simply nicer about himself.

Nigel gave me the pictures Miranda asked for and I got a little snippy.

"Your personal life will take a dive when you start doing well at work. Join the club. Let me know when your whole life goes up in flames, that means it's time for a promotion."

As long as I could keep Mikcheal happily by my side, I was actually fine with that.

I secretly watched down the hall as Mikcheal sat in a meet with Miranda. He was walking about the room and looking at several things. Now and then when there was nobody talking in the room I could see him ask Miranda a question and whatever she said would always make him smile. I decided to head back to my desk.

Emily had a cold and Miranda had become disgusted with her. Malcolm just laughing it off. There were two places he could work. Here, on the floor just above us, or at his own building. I was heading out to drop a few things off then taking Mikcheal home. As I stood Miranda walked through, Mikcheal at her heels. She'd seemed to have taken a rather bright shine to him.

"Is fashion art?" He asked excitedly.

"Oh yes." Miranda answered as they disappeared into her office.

I was sure he'd be involved in it from now on. Even more so. I was getting Mikcheal's coat when Emily and I were called into the office. We walking in, both on edge.

"Before the benefit tonight, I want to make sure you're both fully prepped on the guest list." Damn it! Nate would be pissed if I missed his birthday.

"But I thought only the first assistant went to the benefit." I tried not to stutter.

"Only when the first assistant hasn't decided to become an incubus of viral plague." She looked at me calmly and then at Emily, turning to settle her ice blue eyes on me. "You'll come and help Emily." It was a demand. One I was actually happy for. More time away from Nate and time to spend out with my son. I nodded, pretending to act upset.

"You can leave Mikcheal with us. I'll make sure he's fly enough to get all the ladies!" Malcolm chuckled and he and Mikcheal exchanged high fives.

"Thank you Mal."

"No problem! Always happy to help." That's why his workers liked him. He knew what had to be done and demanded it, but was calm and kind about it. Emily and I left and I hear Malcolm talking to his sister. "I like her, she's nice. She' got mojo." kudos for using the word mojo.

"Mojo? God Malcolm. Just get him ready."

Mal chuckled and hummed his understanding.


I had to remember two whole binders of names in a few hours. I pretended to not want to go to Lily. Nigel helped me get ready and Roy drove me there. I met Emily outside and we walked in. I was curious as to where Miranda, Malcolm, and Mikcheal were. And there they were.

Seeing Mikcheal with his other relatives made me aware of just how little he looked like me. He'd been dressed in a proper suit but with white sneakers. His hair was shiny and curled perfectly. And Miranda, she was…, "Wow." I mumbled. I heard Emily sniffle I looked over at her. "Are you crying?" Oh wow.

"No." She responded immediately.

I looked back at the three of them. Malcolm was dressed as usual. Blazer, muscle shirt, jeans, sneakers. He was casual but finely dressed.

Miranda put on a fake smile as she stepped down the stairs and it dropped when she looked at Emily and I. Her eyes darted to the right and we followed behind quickly.

Mikcheal grabbed my hand and stood slightly in front of me as we trailed after Miranda. Malcolm darting off every now and then but always coming back. When someone made their way over Emily would whisper a name and a description into Miranda's ear.

A large man with wavy brown hair approached Malcolm. He turned to me as he was all but dragged away and mouthed 'Russian Runway.' I nodded my understanding. It was nice to have somebody pleasant besides Mikcheal around.

He came back a while later when I spotted a woman with tanned skin and dark hair with a few gray spots, whether they were for fashion of she was simply that old I didn't know. I tugged on Malcolm's sleeve. He turned to me, brushing his golden locks behind his ears. "Isn't that Jacqueline Follet from French Runway?"

He looked to see who I motioned to. "Oh yeah. Sis hates her. She was supposed to arrive after she left. She won't get the chance though. I'm sure Adda will be with Runway until she croaks." I was sure of that too.

Miranda stayed true to her acting abilities. Pretending to be happy to see the woman who I was quite sure was a lesbian. She just had that vibe about her. I tugged Mal down and whispered in his ear. He grinned and nodded when I released him. "Oh yeah." He waved to the French woman and headed over to someone, my guess was to avoid her.

After Irv and the French woman left another pair waved at Miranda. She glanced at Emily, who totally blanked. Miranda scoffed softly. I stepped forward, pressing my fingertips into her bare skin below her shoulder blade, damn her skin was soft. "It's Ambassador Franklin, and that's the woman that he left his wife for, Rebecca." The slimy bastard. I stepped back and lowered my hand to my side again. Surprising myself with what I'd said.

Her skin was still as soft as it had been that night.

Mikcheal and I left a while later. Miranda's husband Stephan was a drunken asshole who didn't appreciate her or all the hard work she did.

I passed a strawberry blonde with striking blue eyes on my way out. His hair was wavy but shorter than Malcolm's. I stopped and stared at him. He met my gaze. "Priestly?" I questioned.

He nodded.

"Miranda and Malcolm are inside."

"I know. I'll be going in soon." He has a soft shy voice.

"I'm Andrea Sachs. You can just call me Andy though." I was sure I'd see him again if he was related to Miranda and Malcolm.

"Marcus Priestly." What's up with all the Ms? "I work in fashion as well."

"How old are you?" He looked quite young.

"Fourteen. I'll be taking over for my brother Malcolm someday. Do you know him, or my sister?"

"Both actually."

"Are you my sister's assistant?"

"Yeah."

"She's not as bad as she seems."

I chuckled and shrugged. "So people keep telling me."

He smiled. "I'll see you around Andy." She shrugged his blazer over his shoulder's properly and fixed his white shirt, turning and walking into the building. Another uncle to Mikcheal had just been met. I saw Malcolm walk out a moment later. "Want some company?" He called.

"That'd be nice." I smiled.

He hopped down the steps and stood on Mikcheal's other side. "So I see you met the little brother." We began to walk back to my place which thankfully was not to far.

"He seems nice."

"He is. He's much quieter than Adda and myself. He's very amazing. When I finally go He'll take over for me, but right now he works with the Hawaiian Runway. For men of course." How many Runway's were there? "He can motion out a whole sentence with a simple flick of his wrist and everyone understands what he wants done. His assistant can read him very well. He doesn't like to talk at work."

"He's fourteen and runs a magazine? What about school?"

"He takes classes online."

"Do you all need Runway?"

"No. We were born into money. But we're all a very artistic family. Some of us prefer fashion, some of us prefer other things but we're all in art and we all stay connected and we all talk to each other when we need something. We're a close family."

"Sounds like it." I tightened my grip on Mikcheal's hand as we crossed a street.

"You know I've seen some of your writing Andy." he mumbled after a moment.

"Huh, when?"

"Never you mind. But I think with a little guidance you could be even better. The tiniest details often make the biggest difference." He smiled over at me. "I could introduce you to a few people I know."

"Wow, that'd be…that'd be great. Thank you."

"Always happy to help." He smiled charmingly.

We stopped in front of my place. "This is where I get off."

"Alright. I gotta get back to the party. I'm sure I'll be missed. See you tomorrow Andy." He waved and jogged off.

"Mommy, I'm sleepy." Mikcheal whispered. It was at least ten, way past his bedtime. I lifted him up and settled him on my hip. In a month he'd be five. I kissed his forehead as he let his head drop to my shoulder. I tried to force out an apology to Nate but all that came out were lame excuses. I had wanted to stay at the party. Meet people, learn more…it was all fascinating. But Nate simply didn't get it.

And I guess that was just to bad.