Day 1

"I can't come to work and you should all get tested as well and self-isolate at home," Andy said putting Emily on speakerphone.

"What? You're positive?" Emily shrieked. Suddenly there was the sound of rummaging and someone else came on.

"What's the meaning of all this, who's this?" Miranda asked coldly.

"Miranda it's me Andy...um...Andrea. I'm positive for Corona and need to stay home for 14 days. I wanted to let you know so you can be tested too." Before Andy could say any more the woman hung up on her and she sighed. "That's just great." She sighed, slumping back on the couch.

The doctor had called her just thirty minutes before to tell her she was positive and she was told to stay home. His advice was to write a list of anyone she'd been in contact with for the last 14 days. She honestly didn't feel too bad, she just had a little fever and a scratchy throat. She'd had some tea and glanced over the list of names.

There were only Miranda, Emily, Nigel and Marc from the Art department. She questioned if she was supposed to write down the Starbucks employees, she'd been in contact with on her missions to bring Miranda her usual searing hot lattes or maybe the three designers she'd picked up samples from for her boss, but then again she hadn't got that close to them. She'd then decided to make the call and advise the guys at Runway only to piss Miranda off.

Frankly, she wasn't sure what else to do and was contemplating everything when the doorbell rang. She moved to the door sluggishly and pressed the intercom. "Hello?" She husked. She didn't want to let anyone inside and put them at further risk.

"Andrea, open the door," Miranda demanded.

'What the hell is she doing here?' Andy thought. 'Doesn't she understand?'

"Miranda, I could get you sick...Your kids." Andy stuttered.

"Let. Me. Up!" Miranda insisted.

Andy had no choice and when she pressed the buzzer, she made to cover her mouth with a scarf and opened the door slightly. Miranda stalked towards her apartment and Andy looked at her in confusion. The editor wheeled a huge suitcase behind her in one hand and held a carry on and what looked like some take-out food in the other.

"What the hell, Miranda?" Andy queried

"Andrea, let me in," Miranda said pushing her way through the door. She looked around and put down her things. "Just the way I imagined it," she said shrugging off her coat as she glanced around.

"I'm sorry, it's not much..." Andy frowned. "...I still don't understand." She admitted closing the door and looking at her boss in confusion.

"There's no need for me to get tested. You have it and since we work so closely together, I don't need a test to know I have it too. So, I came to spend the two weeks of quarantine with you. We can work."

Andy's mouth dropped open. "But your kids, Miranda." Andy sputtered.

"They are fine. Right now, they are staying home with their father, Greg and I will video chat with them later." Miranda stated.

Andy swallowed. Being isolated with her sexy boss for two whole weeks in her tiny apartment would be the death of her. She was certain of it. "But we could have talked on the phone too, why did you come?" Andy asked looking at Miranda. She watched as the older woman finally showed some emotion.

Miranda's shoulders slumped down and she turned away squeezing the bridge of her nose between two fingers. "I didn't want to be alone," she admitted quickly not daring to face Andy.

Because Andy felt sick, seeing Miranda so vulnerable brought tears to her eyes and she started to cry. "That's so sweet...oh, my goodness...I'm sorry. I'm not usually such a cry baby but..." She hiccupped. "...but when I don't feel good and see someone growing emotional, I can't stop the floodgates," Andy said stepping towards Miranda and doing the unthinkable. She hugged the woman who turned around when she heard Andy crying.

"Alright now, you don't feel too well, do you?" Miranda said trying to get out of the physical contact as fast as she could and wanting to distract the young woman.

"To be honest, I'm a bit under the weather. I have a slight fever and I'm really tired," Andy said.

Miranda looked at her closely and noticed the bags under her eyes. She frowned. "Okay, it's settled, no more work today. Let's eat the food I brought before it gets cold and then I'll make you some tea." Miranda ordered.

"I don't have any..." Andy told her walking towards the kitchen, her shoulders drooping.

"I brought some things and Roy will bring groceries later. He'll put them by the front door." Miranda waved her concerns away.

"That's sweet of him, but he should get tested too," Andy suggested as she poured them two glasses of water. "I hope tap is okay?" She said passing her a glass.

Miranda smirked and nodded. "It is not like I've never tasted tap water before."

"You should get comfortable since we'll be spending a lot of time on my couch," Andy said looking Miranda up and down taking in her sexy pantsuit.

"I am comfortable, what makes you think I'm not?" Miranda stated as she took the food to the little coffee table in front of the couch.

Andy grinned at her and followed the woman towards the couch. "This is so surreal, Miranda. Did you think this through? You're stuck with me for two weeks now."

Miranda chuckled but started to talk after she swallowed her first bite of Chinese noodles. "I would have been bored to tears in that huge house by myself. So, I thought this is was a great idea." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm shocked Miranda," Andy responded.

"Because I'm here with you?" Miranda asked raising a dignified eyebrow.

"No, this is so you. Unpredictable." Andy explained. "I'm shocked because you eat carbs,"

Miranda gave her the biggest eye roll and continued to eat.

Andy chuckled but after two bites she stopped eating. "Excuse me." She ran to the bathroom.

Miranda heard her vomit and frowned. Put the food back in the containers she popped them into the fridge. She filled the kettle and switched it on before rummaging in her carry-on bag. She took out some tea and continued to search for the medicine she had thought she or Andy would need if they got sick. She looked through her little medicine bag and found some Dramamine to fight the nausea Andy felt. She prepared the tea and put the medication on the table next to her water.

She listened intently and grew concerned when it was silent. "Andrea, are you alright?" Miranda asked knocking on the bathroom door.

"Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry you had to hear that." Andy whispered as she opened the door looking like hell.

Miranda held her hand against her forehead and raised an eyebrow. "Come on, I'll finish making some tea and there's some medication waiting for you so the fever goes down and you won't feel so nauseous. She led her to the couch and made her take the medications and lie down.

"I'm glad I'm not alone right now, M'randa," Andy stated, relieved she was laying down. She closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

Miranda was reminded of her girls by her behaviour and as soon as she understood Andy wouldn't be waking up, she allowed herself to sit a bit more comfortably and called her daughters.

"...and you're really at her apartment?" Cassidy asked

"That's so cool," Caroline stated.

"I'm glad Andy's not alone while she's not well," Cassidy told her softly.

"Me too, my loves. Now, are you and your sister okay?" Miranda asked.

"Yes mom, we are feeling fine and we were allowed to stay in our PJs all day." Caroline gloated happily.

"Oh boy, I can only imagine." Miranda tried to fake annoyance but in reality, she was glad her babies were okay. They were chuckling together, seeing through her words, when Miranda heard Andy cough. "I think I have to go now and check on Andrea. Call me day or night if anything changes, okay?"

"Okay, mommy. We love you lots." They both said, blowing her loud kisses.

"I love you very much, my loves. Sleep well later." Miranda said blowing them each a kiss back.

Hanging up, she checked on Andy in the living room and saw she was still sound asleep. She felt the woman's forehead again and was happy to find it cooler than it had been previously. Moving to Andy's bedroom, she changed into some comfortable clothes and unpacked some things until her cell chiming caught her attention. She saw the text message advising her that Roy had arrived with the groceries. He rang the buzzer and she allowed him access into the building, waiting to open the door once he had left so she wouldn't bump into him.

Miranda wasn't feeling ill in any way but took her time to put away the groceries before cleaning up a little. Feeling hungry, she decided to eat some more of her Chinese take-out and took the container with the noodles from the fridge, eating some more while she stood in front of it.

Andy opened her eyes and looking around spotted Miranda easily in the open-plan kitchen area next to the living room. The editor was truly a sight for sore eyes. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of Miranda Priestly standing in her kitchen, in yoga pants, secretly eating, what seemed to be noodles, letting let them drop in her mouth from above since they were so long. She chuckled hoarsely.

Miranda turned to stare at her like a deer in headlights. "If you tell anyone about this, you're fired, Andrea."

"Don't worry Miranda, no one would believe me anyway," Andy said, still chuckling until she yawned, her jaw cracking with the force. "Here, let me get you some fresh sheets for the bed, Miranda. I'll stay on the couch." She said trying to find the energy to get up.

Miranda held her hand up."You will stay put. I can do that myself, but are you sure you don't want to lie in bed? I can sleep on the couch as well." She offered, putting the rest of the food back into the fridge.

"No way will I have Miranda Priestly sleeping on the couch at my apartment. You take the bed. End of discussion." Andy said as she settled back down."The sheets are in the hallway closet of you want to change them," she said groggily.

"Thank you, Andrea. Sleep well and feel free to wake me if you should feel poorly again." Miranda offered as she left the room, switching off the lights.

"Thank you, that's sweet," Andy whispered sleepily.

Miranda decided not to change the sheets and pulling the covers down, slid under the warmth of the comforter. She knew the sheets must have been changed recently since they still smelled of detergent and turning slightly, she set her phone on silent before placing it down on the bedside table and settled into the pillows, surrounded by the sweet smell of her Andrea.

TBC