This is my first DWP fan fiction! Here is the first chapter, please let me know what you think. I am planning on having the second chapter up soon!

Chapter One:

Andy wasn't sure why she had agreed to go out with Christian. Her relationship with Nate had just ended, though it was long overdue. Plus, Andy had other priorities. She had put all of her energy into her job as Miranda's assistant, and she finally felt like she was getting somewhere. Miranda called her by her first name now, and she had specifically asked Andy to accompany her to Paris. Now that the divorce was happening, Andy knew Miranda would need her even more. Still, she had agreed to meet with the writer in hopes that he could connect her with potential freelance writing jobs.

"Andy, you look stunning, as always," Christian smiled as she looked at her little black dress. "I'm so glad the dragon lady let you roam free tonight."

"Don't call her that," Andy playfully whacked at the blonde. "She's not that bad."

"Oh come on, don't tell me you're actually defending her!" Christian laughed as the waiter poured them some wine.

"I've gotten to know Miranda, she's tough, trust me I know that, but she's also a human. And, she's going to make my ability to get a writing job so much easier."

"How long do you have to work for her for that to happen?"

"A year." Andy replied, taking a sip from the glass in front of her.

"That's if Miranda is still Editor-In-Chief by then." Christian replied. Andy's ears lit up.

"Why wouldn't she be?" Andy asked, setting the glass down and staring Christian down.

"Well, I suppose you're going to find out tomorrow anyway."

Christian smiled. He reached down into the bag on the floor. Andy watched as he pulled what looked to be a copy of Runway. He slid it across the table and Andy knew right away, this wasn't Runway. At least, not the Runway she was used to. Miranda would never design this cover. It looked much less chic and put together than the normal covers.

"What the Hell is this?" Andy demanded. Christian chuckled.

"It's Runway, or what Runway will look like with Jacqueline Follette as the Editor-In-Chief. And, get this, I'll be a part of it. Think of how much more opportunities I could offer you. Irv will be announcing it tomorrow. Miranda has no idea that in less than 24 hours, she will be dethroned."

"Miranda will be devastated, her whole life is Runway. They can't do this to her!" Andy exclaimed.

"It's done," Christian said as Andy grabbed her purse and rose from her chair. "Baby, it's done!"

"I'm not your baby." Andy told him as she turned and left.

She needed to warn Miranda before it was too late.

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Andy had tried calling Miranda three times on the way to the hotel, but Miranda didn't answer. Andy knew the older woman had a rough night, especially because Stephan had filed for divorce. Still, Andy had to talk to her boss. It would be unfair for them to throw a coup on Miranda. Right now, all Andy cared about was making sure that didn't happen. She needed to find Miranda, so she raced to her suit.

"Miranda, it's Andy! Please, open the door!" She exclaimed, her knocking growing more intense with each word. She knew she was violating so many of the unspoken rules right now, but it didn't matter. "Miranda!" Finally, she heard the unmistakable sound of Miranda coming to the door.

"What on earth do you think you are doing?" Her boss asked, yanking her inside. "Are you trying to alert the entire hotel of your presence?"

"No, Miranda, I'm sorry to disturb you, but it's important!" Andy exclaimed. She wasn't sure if it was the nervous look in her eyes, or the tone of urgency in her voice, but Miranda sighed.

"Very well, come sit down."

The older women led Andy to the same place they'd sat earlier. It was the couch where Andy would never forget how vulnerable Miranda had looked. She had seen a different side to her boss, a side she knew was reserved for very select people. Somehow, she'd managed to knock some walls down.

"By all means, continue moving at a glacial pass, Andrea." Miranda said sarcastically. Andy nodded.

"There's no easy way to tell you this, but they're trying to take your position from you. Irv, Jacqueline, Christian Thompson, and whoever else is involved. They plan on announcing Jacqueline as the new editor-in-chief tomorrow at the Holt event," Andy explained as Miranda watched her curiously. "Christian told me at dinner, and I-"

"You rushed across the city to warn me?" Miranda asked. Andy nodded. "That's very loyal of you, Andrea."

"You don't deserve this, Miranda. I was hoping we could stop this, maybe there's something you can still do before it's too late. I'll help you in whatever way I can. They can't get away with this!" Andrea rambled. To her surprise, Miranda smiled.

"I already knew." Miranda stated. Andy's mouth dropped open, but before she could ask questions, Miranda held her hand up to stop her. "They've wanted me out for a long time, but no one can do what I do. I found a better position for Jacqueline, though I feel many will be disappointed, it's the only way to ensure Runway continues on. I'll be meeting with Irv tomorrow and will explain this to him, and will also present him with my list. The list of models, photographers, makeup artists, and so on who have promised to follow me if I ever leave Runway."

"What position for Jacqueline could possibly top being the Editor-In-Chief of Runway?" Andy asked. She saw a flicker of sympathy pass her boss's eyes.

"James Holt International." Miranda said simply. Andy swallowed hard, realizing what this meant. "I feel horrible that Nigel will lose the opportunity. I did try to warn him, but he didn't answer the phone when I called."

"He'll be devastated." Andy said. She stood suddenly. "How could you do that to him?"

"Did you not hear what I said? It's the only way to-"

"The only way to keep the power, is that it? You'd be willing to hurt your friend for the sake of your job?"

"Is that not exactly what you did to Emily?" Miranda asked her, rising to be on the same level as her assistant. Andy shook her head, refusing to believe the situations were comparable. "I see so much of myself in you, Andrea."

"I'm nothing like you." Andrea insisted. She stepped toward the door. "I refuse to believe that."

"Is being like me so horrible?" Miranda asked, following Andy until her back was against the door. Andy shivered at the closeness. "Do I disgust you that much?"

"N-no that's n-not what I meant," Andy stuttered. She could smell the mint on Miranda's breath, she'd probably been getting ready for bed when Andrea knocked.

"What do you think of me?"

"I-I, you're my boss, and I respect you. And, I want you to like me."

"What else?" Miranda asked with a smirk. "What else do you want me to do?"

Andy was frozen. In her wildest dreams she couldn't have imagined Miranda this close to her. She never let herself even consider that Miranda could reciprocate the feelings Andy felt so strongly. Before Andy could force herself to answer, Miranda leaned in and pressed her lips against Andy's. It took her a moment to respond, and Miranda misread what it meant. She quickly pulled away.

"I don't know what came over me. I apologize, obviously this wasn't-"

"No, Miranda stop. You weren't mistaken, I wanted that as much as you did. I was just surprised. Give me another chance?"

Miranda smiled before leaning back in and kissing her assistant again.

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Miranda Priestly couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so full of hope and happiness. But, waking up with Andrea Sachs in her arms was without a doubt the best thing to happen to her in ages. Stephan had been a horrible partner. He'd had many affairs with younger women, felt emasculated by her career, and was mentally abusive. He'd never laid a hand on her, she'd have thrown him to the streets in a moment, but he knew exactly what words to use to cut her down. She stayed because she didn't want to be the woman with another failed marriage, and she didn't want her daughters to face the backlash. She knew, though, that the twins despised Stephan, and he despised the pranks they constantly pulled on him. In all honesty, she was more upset that he filed before she could. It gave him a slight upper hand, and she hated that. Now, she'd have to decide how to proceed.

If they went public with their relationship Andrea would be portrayed by the press either as Miranda's mistress, her rebound, or her midlife crisis, potentially all of the above. Andrea's career would be in jeopardy because any magazine, paper, or other writing source would think she slept with the boss to get where she was. That wasn't true. Andrea was bright, and her writing showed it. Miranda had secretly read every article Andrea had ever written. She had been impressed by the younger woman's talent, not that she'd voiced that to her of course.

Miranda's thoughts were interrupted when she felt Andrea begin to stir. The brunette's eyes slowly opened, and she smiled softly at Miranda. The older women nearly melted at the sight. It took a moment before the magic was broken, and Andrea realized where she was. She sat up, as if she was worried Miranda was about to dismiss her. Not wanting any doubts to fill her assistant's head, Miranda pulled her back in and gave her a soft peck on the lips.

"Good morning, my darling." Miranda could feel Andrea relax in her arms. It made the older woman smile. "Did you sleep well?"

"That was the best sleep I've ever had," Andrea said with a hint of teasing. "We should sleep together every night."

Miranda laughed. She could see the surprise, and also the joy in Andrea's eyes at the sound. It wasn't often that someone came around who could really make the editor laugh. Her daughters, obviously. And some of her old friends, but rarely did she let that side of herself show. It was easy, however, to let Andrea see parts of her she kept tucked away from the rest of the world.

"I might have to agree with you, though, we might have to be more discreet." Miranda hated having to specify that. But, she knew they couldn't just come out with their relationship. "The divorce will be finalized soon, but we should lay low for a bit."

"Are you ashamed to be seen with me?" Andrea asked, pain racing through her brown eyes. Miranda shook her head quickly.

"Of course not, darling. It's not that at all. I would love the world to know that I captured such a brilliant and beautiful woman. It's you I want to protect. The press is going to be all over the divorce news. If they see us together, they'll run with it. I can see page six telling everyone that you are my mistress, and that you are with me to get ahead in your work."

"And if other news outlets see it, I'll never get a writing job." Andrea finished. She sighed with a slight pout. "I don't like it, but I know you're right."

"Silly girl, you'll soon see that I am always right." Miranda grinned. Andrea allowed the older woman to pull her back into a tight embrace.

After a few moments of snuggling in one another's arms, the pair knew it was time to get up and get ready for the day. Miranda was still hoping to catch Nigel before the event, and Andrea had some errands to run for her boss. As much as Miranda hated it, they had to slip back into their roles as boss and assistant. Miranda reminded herself that it was only for a little while. She just hoped Andrea would understand. Losing the brunette would ruin her. She knew without a doubt, she had fallen in love with Andrea Sachs, and she would do anything to keep her by her side forever.

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Andy had been happy to hear that things with Nigel had gone well. He was upset, of course, but Miranda had promised to find him a perfect position where he'd get to call the shots. It turned out, the role at James Holt International wasn't as great as it appeared on paper, and Nigel ended up being grateful that Miranda saved him from joining what could be a sinking ship.

The event went over without a hitch. Everyone had been happy for Jacqueline, except, of course, Christian Thompson. Andy had seen his face when Miranda made the announcement. Oh how she wished she'd had a camera. She had held back a smirk, but inside, she was grinning at his downfall.

Once the event was over, Andy went around with Nigel as they spoke to writers, photographers, etc. Miranda never stayed at these gatherings long, so Andy kept busy while she waited for the editor's signal that she was ready to leave. Just as Nigel was introducing Andy to one of his designer friends, she felt a hand land roughly on her shoulder.

"Hey, baby. I've been trying to catch you." Christian gave her a smile that made her stomach turn. She pulled away from him. "Don't be like that, you know you like it."

"Mr. Thompson, I am not sure what gave you that impression, but I'd prefer it if you kept your hands off of me." Andy said as cordially as possible. The writer laughed.

"That's not what you were saying last night," He laughed. "You were all over me in my hotel room."

Andy felt another pair of eyes on her. Miranda. She quickly shook her head, hoping Miranda didn't think she'd jumped from Christian's bed to her's. Miranda's sapphire blue eyes showed Andy that she understood. Miranda cleared her throat, approaching what was becoming a large group now. She stood beside her assistant.

"It's impossible that Andrea was at your hotel last night, as she was with me all night." Miranda announced boldly. Andy heard many, including herself, gasp. Miranda laughed. "Please, don't you people have lives? Andrea was helping me rearrange the seating chart for today. You see, my husband had divorce papers delivered to me yesterday. It made a mess of the entire chart, but luckily Andrea is an adequate assistant and was able to help me figure out where to place everyone."

More gasps were heard. Andy couldn't believe Miranda had just announced her divorce to everyone in the room. Page six would know about it by the end of the hour. Miranda had done it for Andy, and that meant more than anything in the whole world. It made Andy even more certain that whatever was developing between them meant as much to Miranda as it did to her.

"Miranda, I'm sorry to hear about Stephen, it's his loss, truely." Nigel said, breaking the silence.

"Stephen was a worthless husband, and I will be much happier with him out of the picture. Now, I think it's time I take my leave. Andrea, come along, I'll need your assistance picking out scarves for the show later this evening."

No one said a word to them as they left. Andy slid into the car beside Miranda. When the car was moving, and fully away from the building, Miranda leaned over and kissed Andy. The brunette kissed her back, thinking she would never get used to the feeling of Miranda's lips moving in perfect harmony with her own. After a moment, Miranda pulled back and cupped Andy's cheek in her hand.

"I couldn't let anyone in that room listen to a word of what Charles Thompson had to say." Miranda said. Andy chuckled.

"His name is Christian." Andy replied, knowing Miranda probably knew that, but simply didn't care.

"It does not matter. You are not his, and he will never have you. You are mine now. Right?" Andy was surprised at the slight insecurity in Miranda's voice.

"When my boyfriend and I broke up, he told me that the person whose calls I always take is the one I'm in a relationship with," Andy said as Miranda looked at her in confusion. "It's you, my love. Your calls were always my priority even before last night. Miranda, you need to know something. There is no one else for me, no one I want or care for like I do you. I want you, and only you."

Tears were streaming down Miranda's face at Andy's words. The younger women gently wiped them away, then placed a kiss on Miranda's forehead.

"You, my darling, are without a doubt the best thing to happen to me. I don't care what anyone says or does, you are the one for me. I hope you know how much you mean to me."

"I do, Miranda." Andy smiled.

The pair rode the rest of the way marveling at one another. They pulled up to the hotel, and quickly went back to being boss and assistant. But once they were away from prying eyes, they could just be Miranda and Andrea again.