Finding Ms. Mitchell

Title: Finding Ms. Mitchell
Author: Moi! (Allie)
Pairing: Mirandy- it will happen
Rating: PG - NC17

Summary: Miranda has blackballed Andy as a journalist, but not as a writer. Andy takes a pen name and becomes a famous writer of children/pre-teen novels that later is made into a movie series…

Disclaimer: I own nothing that belongs to Devil Wears Prada... if I did... Miranda and Andy would be tied to my bed :D I also have no claim on anything belonging to GW... that belongs to ncsoft and arenanet

A/N: Special thanks to Dee (mxrolkr) for this prompt! Unbeta'd all mistakes belong to me.

Prologue:

With a relieved sigh Andrea pulled her bags into her darkened apartment only to pause as she was greeted by stale, frigid air. Closing the door she moved to where she knew the table side lamp was only to be met with air. Frowning she flipped the light switch for the apartments overhead lights and gasped. Casting her eyes over the now mostly empty area surrounding her Andy felt the tears she had been fighting since her return to the hotel in Paris fall from her eyes. Nate left while she was in France and took most of the apartment's furnishings with him.

Walking through the small living room she collapsed on the tattered sofa and sobbed. How has my life come to this? Looking to the bedroom she noticed that the bed, dresser, nightstand, and even the small chair she'd bought were also gone. The emptiness of the apartment was echoed within her and Andy felt the weight of it taking over her entire being. Sighing she stood turned off the lights and curled up on the sofa with an old quilt her grandmother had made for her. Silently going through what she could and could not do due to the blacklisting Miranda had immediately seen to. Andrea glanced to the bookshelf, the only other furniture in the living room and smiled. Her dream of being a journalist may be out because of Miranda, but that didn't mean she couldn't still do what she loved, write.

Sitting up swiftly and retrieving her laptop Andy logged into her personal email and fired off a few emails to her parents and a few friends she knew would be happy to hear that she would be returning home for a few weeks. Before shutting down her laptop she did a quick resume update, pulled up a document she had been working on over the months while waiting for The Book and chuckled softly. She may have won the battle... but Miranda Priestly will NOT win this war. Smiling she closed the laptop, curled up on the sofa and quickly fell to sleep.