Just a little something I wrote during a quiet day at work, the prompt was Leaked

Andrea rolled over with a groan, the sound of someone trying, and almost succeeding by the sounds of it, to hammer down her front door pulling her to unhappy consciousness. Rolling out of bed she crossed the still dark room rubbing her eyes, she had no idea what time it was but she knew it was far too early to be woken, especially so rudely. It said something about the improved security of her new building that she didn't check who was there before opening the door but she immediately wished she had when she came face to face with an enraged Miranda Priestly.

"Miranda?" she asked sleepily, stepping backwards as the older woman stormed into the space slamming the door behind her, practically incandescent with rage and Andrea had no idea what she could have possibly done to cause it. "Miranda what..."

"Don't what me Andrea Sachs!" The older woman snapped and it was the closest Andrea had ever heard her to raising her voice. "You are the one who needs to start answering questions, starting with what the hell this is," she slammed the paper that had practically been balled in her fists onto the coffee table and stalked away from it, "Followed up with why the hell you haven't been answering your phone."

"My phone died on my way home last night, I guess I was so exhausted I forgot to put it on charge," Andrea sighed, it had really been more like earlier that morning but she got the feeling Miranda wouldn't care much about semantics. Rubbing her face she dropped down onto the sofa and flipped the paper on the coffee table over, the bottom dropping out of her stomach at the same time as the blood drained from her face, "Miranda I..."

"You what?" Miranda snapped and that time she did raise her voice, "You thought it would be a nice surprise? You only ever did this for the scoop? How much have they paid you for all of these photographs and messages hmm? And to think I actually thought that when you said you loved me you actually meant it!"

"Miranda I did, I do." Andrea said quietly, tears stinging at her eyes as she watched the older woman pace up and down, "Do you really think I would leak these pictures? Do you really think I would value any amount of money over what we have?"

"Well someone has leaked them and it certainly wasn't me, that only leaves you Andrea." Andrea could understand, from a logical point of view, why Miranda would believe that it was her that had leaked the photographs. The pictures plastered all over PageSix and God knew what other gossip magazines and blogs where ones she had taken after all and Miranda was the only other person with copies. It had taken a long time for Andrea to persuade the older woman to allow her to document their relationship with photographs. Miranda, understandably really, didn't like to have her picture taken and it had taken a lot of encouragement from Andrea to get her to do anything other than scowl every time she took one.

Casting her eyes over the paper she couldn't deny that the pictures that PageSix had printed were some of her favourites, the two of them in bed one morning, both sleep rumpled, both very obviously naked under the sheets, both smiling; Miranda from behind, sheet slung low across her bare back, sun from the window in front of her softening the whole image; the two of the squashed between the twin's grinning faces, Miranda in a sweater, Andrea in a hoody, their foreheads pressed together, grinning at each other. Folding the paper in half she pushed it away from herself, turning to watch Miranda continue pacing, kneeling on the couch she grabbed the older woman's wrist over the back and pulled her to a halt in front of her.

"Miranda look at me please." She said gently, waiting until Miranda gave her her eyes to continue, "I don't know how this happened darling but I promise you I didn't leak these pictures, I wouldn't, they are precious to me, to us, even if we were going public these wouldn't be the pictures I shared. Early morning sleep rumpled Miranda is mine, I don't want to share her with anyone else and surely you know I would never, ever use a picture of the girls." She watched some of the anger seep from the older woman's eyes but her shoulders remained tense and Andrea brushed her thumbs over her knuckles in an attempt to soothe her, "I swear to you Miranda, this wasn't me, you know that don't you?"

"I don't. I" Miranda stopped, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I don't understand how this has happened Andrea, these pictures, our emails, our texts, they are everywhere. The girls tell me we've broken the internet."

"Oh god, my mum and dad!"

"You should probably charge your phone now," Miranda suggested and although she still looked tense she offered a small smile and squeezed the brunette's hands in hers, "I'm sorry for coming in all guns blazing."

"I get it," Andrea allowed, pulling her closer and leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek, "But I hope you don't honestly believe that I would do this to you, to us."

"I do, I'm sorry," Miranda pressed her forehead against the younger woman's and smiled, brushing her fingers across the girls cheek, "I love you Andrea,"

"I love you too and hey, at least they published the good pictures," Miranda frowned and Andrea chuckled, kissing her lightly, "Too soon?" Andrea slid off the sofa and grabbed her work bag which still lay where she had dropped it when she had fallen through the door. Sticking her hand into the pocket where she kept her phone and wallet her eyes widened as her hand kept on going until her fingers came through the landing and out, "Oh shit," she muttered, dragging the rest of her things out of her bag and going through every inch of it for her phone, "shit, shit, shit."

"Andrea?"

"My phone Miranda, my phone and my wallet are gone," she turned to the other woman, her hand sticking out of the slashed lining of her bag, "It must have happened on the subway this morning." She dropped herself onto the sofa and fisted her hair in her hands, "explains where they came from," she said gesturing to the paper and looking up at Miranda who looked like she was heading towards furious again.

"Don't you have a passcode on that thing?" she snapped and Andrea reached over to run a soothing hand over her thigh,

"Of course I do, but people who can hack laptops can hack phones too, all they need is the right software and they can get through all my passcodes. They were probably after my money though, rather than my personal life."

"And even Page Six wouldn't ask about where they came from once they saw them," Miranda sighed and rubbed a hand over her face, "I should call Lesley."

"Can I use your phone to call my parents? Someone they know is bound to have seen something by now and they are going to be going nuts, if I had my phone they'd have blown it up."

"Speaking of which, while you are on to your parents I'll talk to the police too," Miranda rummaged in her bag and pulled out her work and personal cell phones, handing one to the younger woman, "This has gone well beyond petty theft and I plan to have the perpetrator thoroughly punished."

It was nearly two hours before they were able to regroup. Andrea's father was furious, her mother devastated, but neither for the reasons she assumed they would be. They had known for longer than even Andrea had that their daughter was bisexual so she knew that the fact she was with a woman wouldn't be the issue, no, she'd very much expected the issue to be who the other woman was; her status, her age, the fact that Andrea had bitched about her for six solid months when she had worked for her. But it turned out that, for her parents, none of those things were an issue, they both claimed that they had known that Andrea had more than a working interest in the editor and if she made their daughter happy then they were happy. For her parents, the issue came from the way the pair had been outed, her father was threatening to sue and her mother was just devastated that the choice had been taken from them and the pairs privacy had been so thoroughly breeched.

By the time she go off the phone, her parents telling her they would visit when things had calmed down a little and that she and Miranda made a beautiful couple, Miranda was on the phone to Lesley and Andrea was exhausted. Curling into the armchair she listened to Miranda speak and allowed her voice to soothe her. She didn't know how much later it was that she felt cool fingers on her cheek and she forced her eyes to open with a smile,

"Hey," she said quietly, "What did Lesley have to say?"

"Not important," Miranda said and she seemed to really mean it, she had calmed almost completely since she had arrived, "The girls are on their way, Emily is bringing you a new cell phone and before that happens I want to know what happened with your parents?" Andrea tugged the older woman up from the floor and into her lap, brushing her fingers through white hair.

"They are coming to visit when everything has calmed down a little," Andrea said, running her hands absently over any bit of the older woman she could reach, "Say we make a beautiful couple."

"They what?!" they had both been sure that they would meet at least some disapproval from Andrea's parents, Miranda sure that they would hate her, that they would give their daughter an ultimatum, neither of them expected immediate acceptance.

"Mhm, the only thing they are remotely upset about is the way we have been outed, Dad is threatening to sue."

"Tell him to save his money," Miranda chuckled, leaning up to press a kiss to the brunette's jaw, "Now why don't you go and get dressed? I thought we could take the girls out for a late breakfast/ early luch."

"Really?" Andrea quirked an eyebrow, she'd been expecting a statement claiming the photos were faked, silence even, but definitely not lunch.

"If you are comfortable with that? It may not have happened the way we wanted it to but the world knows now. I'm tired of hiding, aren't you?" Andrea grinned and pulled Miranda into a deep kiss, her fingers threading through her hair as she pulled back.

"God I love you Miranda Priestly, lets go show the world how amazing we are together."