Author: LovingxSparrow
Paring: Mirandy...eventually
Rating: G I think...
Summary: Mirandy realizes that they are addicted to each other. No doubt about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or songs that appear in this fic...I just play with them...much like Miranda plays with grown men's feelings =]
Author's Note: The idea for this story came from iimzadi 's amazingly brilliant video to the song Addicted by Kelly Clarkson, which in turn I believe was a response to a prompt by mxrolkr  After seeing that video the idea for this story just popped into my head and demanded to be my first fic ever! So I hope it doesn't suck too bad and ruin what they've created lol. I apologize in advance. This fic totally ran away from me. It was originally supposed to be short and sweet but that didn't happen. It'll now be in three parts and this is just the first. Nothing too exciting just something to establish the story.
Author's Note2: I'm really really really so many million times sorry for anyone who was looking to see the next part of this fic!! I had planned to have it done like a few days after the first part was posted but after finals I had some crazy family stuff going on and didn't have time to write anything. Hopefully this update will make the waiting worth your while; if not, feel free to tell me so lol. 
Beta: that would be, once again, the amazingocaptnmycaptn who after my first post about considering writing offered me her beta services, though I had NO idea what that was lol. So thank you so so much for doing this!!
Feedback: I don't take criticism badly so if you hate it let me know and if you LOVE it then srsly, leave a comment! lol This is the first fic I've ever written so I'm nervous/excited/curious to see what other people will think of my writing.



Days Earlier

As Miranda got home she could hear loud music playing up the stairs in the direction of her teenagers’ bedrooms. Though she couldn’t deny that she would much prefer peace and quite she couldn’t help but love coming home to a house filled with life. Since her daughters were getting older, that was what she cherished most; when she heard noise in the house it didn’t seem as lonely, she knew that they were home and that she had time to spend with them. It was no secret even to her daughters that she had been in a horrible mood straight after Paris, especially at Runway, her bloodlust was insatiable. This was nothing new to Caroline and Cassidy Priestly; their mother had been through divorces before and surely this one would pass just as quickly, but being the caring daughters that they were, in order to help their mother relax, they did as little to annoy her as possible.

On this occasion however they didn’t expect her home so early so the music was almost as high as it could go. Miranda walked up the stairs to see what song her girls were blasting and to see if they would deem it appropriate to turn it down. The closer she got to their rooms the more she felt the stress of the day leave her and was more than a bit curious as to the lyrics of the song the twins were listening to. Drugs?? She thought, I think not. Whatever happened to that song about loving you and loving me and being a family? While I never would’ve chosen those colors for him, that dinosaur was almost charming. Miranda smiled to herself as she walked the last few steps to Caroline’s room where she found both girls dancing around the room singing into hairbrushes. She leaned against the door frame as she saw Cassidy take the lead:

“Won’t listen to any advice, mama’s telling me I should think twice but left to my own devices I’m addicted it’s a crisis, my friends think I’ve gone crazy, my judgments getting kind of hazy, my steeze is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a love sick crack head”

Then Caroline joined her for the chorus, both girls facing away from their mother as they hadn’t seen her yet, jumping around the room they sang:

“What you got boy is hard to find, I think about it all the time, I’m all strung out my heart is fried, I just can’t get you off my mind…because your love, your love, your love is my drug, your love, your love, your love; I said your love, your love, your love is my drug, your love, your love, your love…”

Before they could continue with the rest of the song Miranda walked over to the player and hit the power button. Both girls turned and stared, blushing a bit from embarrassment and a bit from their dancing around, at their mother. Miranda broke out smiling and Caroline and Cassidy started laughing and went to greet her. As she hugged her daughters Miranda too started laughing but managed to say “Really girls, that song is completely inappropriate.”

“Mom!” Caroline quickly interjected, “It’s not that bad and anyway we’re not babies anymore, give us some slack, it’s not like we’d do anything any of her songs talk about anyway. They’re just fun; you should listen to the lyrics. Really listen to them.”

“And who may I ask is this “her” anyway?” Miranda said eyeing her girls, sometimes she just couldn’t believe that they were growing up so fast.

“Ke$ha” Cassidy supplied, “The S in her name is a dollar sign…isn’t that awesome?!!”

“Ke$ha....Ke$ha…I seem to remember hearing something about her I think, though I suppose I could look her up.” Miranda looked from one girl to the other cautiously. They want something she thought, amused.

“That would be awesome!! Actually Mom she’s going to be performing here in a few weeks…maybe Cassidy and I could go?” Caroline supplied her mother with her best Please-I’ll-Do-Anything look.

Ah ha! Miranda thought, though it wasn’t as outrageous a request as she had originally thought. “I’ll look into it” Miranda told her daughter.

“Thanks Mom!!” both girls excitedly hugged their mother and left the room to head to the kitchen in search of a snack all the while singing the rest of the song.

Miranda looked after her greatest joys as she made her way to her private study with the intention of looking up this new artist the girls were into if only to make them happy. They deserved that much. Miranda went to her laptop and typed in that name the girls were so excited about. Oh surely this cannot be her!! Miranda thought. The girl is absolutely atrocious! Those clothes…the makeup…all that glitter. Really? Have I missed something in the fashion world? Definitely NOT possible. Has the world gone crazy? Definitely plausible. Oh well, if it makes them happy. Now what was the name of that song?

Finding what she was looking for Miranda pushed play and did as her eldest by two whole minutes suggested. She listened to the lyrics. The beat, though not her usual taste by any means, was quite catchy she had to admit. It was positively infectious, so much so that she unconsciously began to bob her head along with the music. As the words washed over her, Miranda took them in and then a curious thing happened. Her mind was still with the song but her thoughts made their way to a distant memory of a young woman with doe eyes of a lovely warm brown color and hair that looked silky smooth to the touch. Miranda opened her eyes with a start. Not again, she thought, this really must stop.

Across town the woman on Miranda’s mind seemed to be having some trouble of her own. What with Nate having moved to Boston, she didn’t cry about it any more which was a good sign, she lay in bed alone thinking of how everything in her life had gotten so crazy over the past few weeks. On the lonely plane ride back to New York from Paris Andy had honestly let herself believe that the aching, sinking feeling she was experiencing was due to the fact that she missed Nate, her old life, and was sick that she had slept with Christian. She knew she would have to face the proverbial music and tell Nate what had happened and she hoped that he would forgive her.

It was obvious to her now as she lay in her eerily silent apartment that on that plane ride home, she had been completely delusional. Yes, she thought, I was sick that I slept with that smarmy, though I’ll admit semi-attractive, little creep, but it wasn’t Nate that I was worried about telling or him finding out. It was her. It was there that she stopped her thoughts but images still came forward. Andrea was certain that she would never forget the brilliance of Miranda Priestly’s gorgeous hair or the fierce intensity of her amazing eyes; the way those eyes had searched for her as Andrea turned her back on the one person who had pushed her past her breaking point. It was at this point that Andy found, surprisingly enough, she did not break or shatter irreparably but rather came out whole and knowing exactly where she stood. Andy could always hold her head high knowing she had always willingly taken what was dished out to her and had always come back for more. Until that day, she thought. It still killed her to know what she did; how childish she had acted.

Even if La Priestly had done something she didn’t agree with, Andrea realized now that it was just business, not personal and she should have done the grown up thing and quit properly if that’s what she felt she needed to do. No, she would never forget the slight hurt that managed to break its way to the surface, up through the Ice Queen exterior; the slight hurt that was visible only to her in a pair of blue-grey eyes that searched her out amidst the plethora of flashing lights. Maybe this is my punishment, Andy thought as she slowly let sleep take her over, to always have the hurt and loneliness in those eyes haunt me.

Andy woke up after what felt like only minutes due to unsettling dreams of soft porcelain skin, silky white hair caressing her, and hungry eyes burning with fierce intensity into her own brown ones. Though this was certainly not the first dream of its kind, Andy did find it strange that each dream could and had been the same from time to time but always felt brand new to her; brand new and just as exciting, she shivered at the thought. Time for a shower she told herself and begrudgingly left her warm cocoon of deliciously devious Miranda thoughts.
After her shower she went to make herself breakfast and put on a hot pot of coffee-she’d need the liquid to help stimulate her brain into a job searching fiend. Although she knew that she scored an interview at The New York Mirror in a few days she didn’t want to put all her eggs in one basket.

As she sat on the couch enjoying her breakfast and coffee she couldn’t help but think back to the conversation she and Nate had had just before she left for Paris. The same line always ran through her head and thanks to her recent epiphany and dreams, she found that she had wished them to be true, even if Nate had spat them at her with the worst intentions; Miranda had called her during an important conversation between the pair and honestly, how could he expect Andy not to answer? It was her job! Just as important as his and still he couldn’t resist throwing it in her face-You know, in case you were wondering, the person whose calls you always take? That’s the relationship you’re in. I hope you two are very happy together. With that he had walked off and left Andy alone, with the still images in her mind of a beautiful face and hard exterior that had, at the time, seemed impenetrable, to walk the streets and ponder her thoughts. Maybe she had known before Paris, subconsciously anyway, after that conversation, that her feelings of admiration and understanding towards her then-boss ran deeper than what an employee should be feeling for her employer.

Shaking herself out of this daydream Andy walked over to place her dishes in the sink and decided to go for a walk. Leaving her comfy lounging pants and of course her grey Northwestern sweater behind she replaced them with some comfy track pants and a tank; as she left the apartment she took her iPod, which she had only just gotten back from Doug, he told her that he would take the liberty of putting some amazing music on it for her, and headed down to the busy sidewalks of the City. As she navigated her way through the maze that was tourist and native traffic alike, Andy managed to set her iPod to shuffle and with that began her journey to Central Park.

Once inside the park Andy decided the beautiful day could only be made better by a rest in front of her favorite tree. The trek wasn’t that far from the path she was on, her legs having automatically taken over and decided for her before she even knew where she was going. She was so caught up in her iPod and the new songs she heard that Andy didn’t even realize she was at her tree until her legs, again stepped in and stopped for her. As Andy lowered herself onto the grass and leaned against the back of the tree she looked out at the water fountain and smiled. This place had always been a great place for her to unwind and think in times of great stress and mental crisis so of course with all these newly realized feelings why not have a good old fashioned sit down with herself to do just that: unwind and think.

Caught up in all of her thoughts Andy felt as if she had been at the park long enough to have grown roots intertwining with her favorite tree when in reality it had only been a few songs. As she stood to start back home her iPod began to play a song she didn’t recognize so she assumed it was one of the new ones that Doug had put on there for her and the assumption only became fact when she realized that the woman singing was Kelly Clarkson. Andy started the song over so she could fully take in what Doug wanted her to hear and astoundingly enough found herself sitting down again as the first few lines of the song had her thinking of a certain silver haired Goddess turned Editrix:

It’s like you’re a drug
It’s like you’re a demon I can’t face down
It’s like I’m stuck
It’s like I’m running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
It’s like the only company I seek is misery all around…

Andy paused the song; Oh God, she thought, did Kelly know Miranda when she wrote this?!?! Did Doug know about my feelings, like Nate, even before I did??! Is that why he put this song on here?! Andy’s mind was running a million miles a minute with thousands of questions and suddenly, unwinding and thinking didn’t seem like a good idea let alone possible. Unable to stop herself, Andy pressed play and let the song finish and at the end of it she was certain the song had been written about her and Miranda though deep down she knew that wasn’t exactly the case. All this was a bit much for the relaxing day she had planned and, deciding to throw herself once more into the wonderful world of job hunting, got up from her spot on semi-shaky legs and took off towards home.

Once she got home Andy made herself some tea and tried to focus on the want ads. Nothing she did could keep the lyrics of that song or the images of Miranda that they brought up at bay. It was an impossible task and she was fooling herself by even trying to push them from her mind. Frustrated she threw the paper down and decided that she would get that job at the Mirror if it took everything she had. That was what she’d focus on. Too bad it would only be a distraction for a few more days; her interview was coming up fast. But at this point any distraction for any period of time was a good one. Maybe, she thought, if I get….when I get this job, after my first few articles as a new comer and building my confidence back up as a serious journalist, I just MIGHT have the courage to actually give Miranda an appropriate apology….well send one…sending one would be better…um…thinking about it anyway…thinking is the first step…right? Wow, Andy sighed, I’m really pathetic. She let her head fall back on the sofa and closed her eyes. I hate you Kelly Clarkson.

TBC…