In a Matter of Time.
PART SIX
Author: Coleen /musicinferno
Rating: G - for goody two shoes  S - for a secret being revealed!
Pairing: Miranda/Andy (to an extent)
Summary: (Takes place in time of the movie, except with a younger Andy. Miranda's still the same age.) After a series of unfortunate events, Miranda and a younger Andy meet forcefully on the streets of New York. But when Miranda takes the girl under her wing and vows to care for her, to what extent and why? It's Miranda's secret, and only she should know. Is this the girl she's been waiting for? Is this the girl she needs?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story that are related to The Devil Wears Prada. No, I don't make money off of it so no infringement is needed. I just want to make people happy, thank you very much.
Author's Note: Guys, I'm completely new to writing fics. So keep the whips to yourself. Some constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and words of encouragement as well! I didn't get a beta for this, but I've read it over quite a few times and am sure there aren't THAT many errors. Sorry if it ruins the mood. Thank you for being so kind with the comments (and you silent readers out there), I really did get motivated by them!


“Do you think you’re the only one who feels that way, Liberty? Do you think that I am not aware of the consequences, the trouble, and the outcome of this?” Miranda sat cross-legged on the stool as she rested her tense arm on the kitchen island. She took a deep breath to soothe her rising temper, but kept her eyes on the moving red head. Liberty let the words sit as she traveled across the kitchen, making an attempt to distract her worried mind.

She stopped and leaned forward over the kitchen island, handing the silver-headed vixen a cup of coffee. “Of course not, Miranda. I know you feel that way, it’s just hard to remember you even have feelings with the way you act sometimes.” Liberty replied in honesty.

Miranda accepted and sipped on the coffee as she spoke. She didn’t care if it wasn’t hot as much as she wanted it to be; Coffee was the least of her worries. The two women sat in silence, facing each other. What would you do when a situation like this comes up? How would Miranda and Liberty deal with this? Should they call John for help? How will Andrea react?

“I called John.” Miranda finally said.

Liberty’s blank face drew a surprised expression. Although the name was quite common, she knew exactly which John Miranda was talking about. “You… did?”

Miranda nodded her head.

“What did he say?”

“That ‘he’ll be here if I ever need his help.’”

“He’s been good to us; he’s been good to you. I don’t even understand how you two even separated.” Liberty stirred her coffee and dove in for another gulp.

“The lack of coffee has clearly gone to your head. You most certainly know why we became estranged. I buried myself in my work… more than I used to. I ignored him, Liberty. I paid more attention to Runway than ever in my life because of what happened to Wynter.” Miranda bowed her head to the ground. “I never had the chance – or the heart – to say what I’m about to say.”

The red head looked at the silver bob in curiosity. “What is it?”

Miranda reached out a hand. “Thank you.” Liberty grab held of her reaching limb as the woman mouthed the words over and over again. “You forgave me.”

“Of course I did, even with what happened. It wasn't your fault, Miranda. You meant everything to Wynter. She was my sister, I could tell how happy she was just by thinking of you.”

“It was hard for her to keep things to herself.” Miranda became nostalgic, remembering the many moments she shared with the short-haired brunette.

“Especially when that ‘thing’ was having an affair with the Editor-in-Chief of Runway.” Miranda lightly squeezed Liberty’s hand in reaction.

“I don’t refer to it as that.”

“What do you refer as then?”

“We weren’t married or even with our husbands at the time we came together. In fact, it was simply one of those liaisons one had.” Miranda dismissed the thought with a flick of her wrist.

“Then how come it lasted throughout your relationship with John? And her relationship with her husband, what was his name?”

“David.” Miranda reminded. “And we kept it platonic when we were with our husbands, if you should know.”

Liberty gave Miranda the I’m-so-sure look and nodded her head. “But you never answered my initial question. What do you refer to it as then?”

“A relationship.” Miranda drifted into her thoughts with every word that came from her mouth. “A love.” She closed her eyes, remembering the touch she hadn’t felt in so long. “A woman I loved being with.” She opened them, and drops of pain streaked down her warm face.

“She's a woman you love, period.” Liberty corrected her.

Miranda nodded in agreement, pressing her lips into a thin line. She couldn’t control her tears, but she could try and control the cries that escaped every so often. Liberty read her thoughts exactly and changed the subject. “Calling John is not an option… it’s an obligation, Miranda. The fact that he was there for you – and still is – after everything explains it all.” Miranda rubbed her thumb over the red head’s hand and weakly forced a smile; Liberty was right.

She missed Wynter, and she realized just how much. Andrea was the closest thing Miranda had to the woman, and the thought of losing Wynter’s child… was unacceptable. It would kill her.