Odile one of the airline stewardess's had directed passengers boarding including the tall American to her assigned seat.

Andy had just boarded with a few passengers ahead of her filing in as she found and took her seat on the flight back to NY.

Squashed between two people on their 10th wedding anniversary from Milwaukee who were reading the in-flight magazine and debating duty free perfume and an Arc d Triomphe mouse pad, Andy heard the cabin crew were just making their announcements of good weather expected as Andy tried not to think about her.

Her eyes were red and she had scrunched up Kleenex in her pockets, her phone was turned off, trying to let go of the tears she cried in the cab to the airport.

She'd be fine, Andy told herself, she'd get back to the city and make arrangements to move back home.

Nate recently said to her that Miranda was the relationship she wanted to be in, by always taking her calls.

He was right about that.

Like an idiot, Andy had allowed it to happen. Miranda just seeped into her life. Like a virus.

Andy's attention was hers, anywhere she was.

In the shower, Andy washed her hair twice because Miranda had her so distracted she forgot if she had rinsed in the first place, and out on dates with Nate fuming at her. At Doug's, moving into his new apartment party last month as she set out nachos and beer, balancing a Miranda call to her ear.

Out to drinks with Lily. Last time they met up, Lily just left her the tab to pay, when she turned back to her after taking a lengthy call of lists from Miranda on the twins taking up badminton lessons, to getting tickets to some new film Cassidy and Caroline couldn't stop talking about.

Miranda just took from Andy. Constantly. Endlessly.

Not anymore.

Andy rubbed her face, leaning her head back.

Her Mom was right being Miranda's assistant, these last few months had changed her for the worse, that white haired selfish vain woman she'd made love to, had made her dejected, paranoid she'd ever get employment anywhere on the East Coast except at her Dad's law firm or being a substitute teacher at her Mom's elementary school and now she was left heartbroken.

Buckling her seatbelt and pushing in earbuds, turning up her volume of a song she liked, as the plane began moving on the tarmac.

Serena knew her native Portuguese fluently and a little basic Spanish along with German as she was trying to help Emily who was trying her best for Miranda, but her spitting fire redhead was in every way no Andy.

The airline help line was no help.

Emily was transferred again.

Serena had no luck for Emily on hold, she stared concerned at poor Emily, her frazzled redhead who needed to just calm down.

Andy with her dorky sweaters and getting along with Serena with her geeky sayings like 'be there in a parsec', when she was rushing in heels with Miranda's morning coffee.

Sitting in traffic, watching Irv's driver Jerome trying his best, honked at by cars in morning commute. He checked on departures for Miranda, the white haired friend of Irving wasn't going to like the news.

"Madam Priestly your friend's flight is departing right now."

Miranda slid her glasses down her nose. No. She needed to speak to Andrea now. She couldn't leave this unsaid. She needed to tell her, her answer.

"It will be another five minutes in this." Jerome indicated the bumper to bumper traffic in his lane.

Pressing her phone to Emily again.

"Emily I need you to get me Andy's mother's number and to book the next flight out to catch up with Andrea. Yes book any seat."

Emily eyes went huge, Miranda willingly flying economy just to tell Andrea off.

Serena heard it also on speaker, Miranda was very fixated on the friendly brunette. Long before the day she wore those Chanel boots.

There was this tension they had together, yes that's what it was, between Andy and Miranda at work and around each other, it was an acute awareness of one another, with these looks Serena noticed this often.

Emily didn't like Andy. She was still stroppy mad at Andy for getting to go to Paris and eating her last Gϋ pudding in the office fridge.

Emily was convinced Andrea was deliberately taking everything she enjoyed away.

Darkly that was her pudding not the big blimp Andy's.

When Miss Stab her in the back for Valentino got back from fashion week, Emily was bogging her down with data entry and countless errands.

Emily had proceeded to label her stapler and paperclips and pens as hers over eating the punchy key lime pudding.

Despite reasoning with Emily, she was on crutches, she couldn't manage Paris like that, Serena heard Emily's dark plan of total swamping Andy with work when she got back, that and wishing pigeon poop on her new fashionable wardrobe.

The precious perfect Andy decided to just quit. Emily was livid about what she did. Letting down Miranda and Runway.

"Emily, Andy's mother's number." Miranda tersed as Irv's dog lick her free hand.

Serena got it off of Andy's desk. "Here Miranda." Reading it out, in Andy's handwriting for emergencies.

Miranda took a breath. Andy's mother would have to stop hating her. Hoping she didn't delete this on Andy as prepared herself to leave a voice mail.

It was picked up.

"I'm Miranda. Don't hang up on me. I know you don't like me but I had to call you. I love your daughter. I know that comes as a shock to you.

I need to say this to Andy. I just wanted to say what I should have said in the room, to her. I acted unforgivably, just like The Ice Bitch, I am.

I should have said it. You…belong…with… me! You mean everything to me Andy. I do love you.

I know she's in the air right now and won't get this for hours.

Andy, needs to know I would like to start over. I would like to be new to her. I want to be new to her. I want to be Ms. New and have you eventually with time like me.

I can be nice. I'm not that bad.

I know Andy has every right to be so angry with me. I don't deserve a second chance with her. I want to wake up to Andy every day.

I'm on the next flight out." Miranda swallowed on the line. "I'm sorry, please tell her to call me back. Last night with her was not a mistake. Stephen and I are over."

Miranda heard sniffling.

"That's lovely Miranda. I think you have the wrong number though. This is Gooey on the Inside Melts on Bleecker. Do you want your caramelized grilled cheese for pick up or delivery?"

Andrea had grilled cheese on her emergency numbers at her desk.

Along with Black Tap NYC on Miranda's second attempt.

It was simple, Nigel would have to fill in for her, longer now like a day or two.

Andrea was more important than anything else to her.

If her flight took off without delay, she could be on Andy's doorstep by tomorrow…she'd have to get Andy's address from Roy who she knew drove Andy home some nights.

Roy informed her, he did that a few times, she didn't mind that he drove Andy downtown after delivering the dry cleaning and The Book.

Miranda winced, she had no idea where in the city Andy called home.

Pink tinting her high cheekbones, she'd slept with Andy but didn't know where she lived?

She didn't even know that much about Andy.

Irv took the phone from her clasped fingers.

"Miranda let me help you, get your Andy back for you, but first you have to promise something to me and you have to really mean it."

Miranda looked at Irving. She'd promise anything, she'd halve Runway's next four issues budgets if he wanted that from her, if he somehow could get Andrea in front of her right now.

"Do you really love her?" Irv had to see it on her face, if Miranda did.

Andy who was so sweet was in love with her, The Ice Queen, Irv still was finding it incredible to contemplate them as even being a couple.

"Yes. I do. Irv. I do love Andrea."

"So why did you say to her that last night, it didn't mean anything?"

"I was scared. I was terrible. I always am to her. I panicked. I'm not like Andy. She's not afraid of anything. She's kind and wonderful and makes me so irritated sometimes and it's just so…it is just so vulnerable to let someone in and love you. I decided, we wouldn't work, with our differences in age and status and so I hurt her badly as you saw Irv and I was cruel as I always am to her."

Irv's dog's white head nuzzled her. Irv's pet liked her.

"I was also just so hurt about her being with Christian. And afraid of letting her in."

Surprising herself she was being less and less the dragon to Irving Ravitz of all people, seated here in his luxury car in a Parisian traffic jam.

Irv tried to assure Miranda gently, reaching for a pocket square, handing it to her to dab her eyes. "I'm sure Christian was a momentarily lapse in Andy's judgement with alcohol."

Irv had certainly had a few one night stands from alcohol impaired judgement himself that were mistakes.

"Miranda, Andrea wasn't yours yet."

"I know Andrea wasn't mine. I made a mistake. I know I hurt her and now I can't even get to her. She probably hates me for what I said…did."

"Probably she does. Miranda listen, I'm sure, you both will do this often to each other, make mistakes and hurt each other but try not to take so much, give her you and don't hurt her again or I'll slash the next six issues budgets on you. Just tell her all this, say how you feel for once and you will get her back."

"I don't think I will. Irving."

Irv saw the sincerity in Miranda's blue eyes finally. All these years he never thought of Miranda Priestly as anything close to human.

"Andy and I are friends, Miranda, just friends."

Feeling like a jealous idiot. Miranda's fingers stroked her namesake as Irv got out his phone.

"Her flight has taken off and Emily is booking me on the next one out."

"Hold off on that plan. Miranda." Irv took his phone out, pressing a contact on it, Irv greeted him warmly.

"Hello Freddie. Irv here. Yes, I'm well. Remember how I set you up with Asher on that blind date you almost didn't go on. I need you to do me, a big favor. A flight to New York, it just left now…flight 188 bring it back will you."

The flight had taken off and turned around. Landing again.

Andy was led off the plane. The guy at the counter said her ticket was fine. Yes, Runway had paid for it.

Dread filled her suddenly.

Had Miranda being Miranda somehow voided it on her?

Pulled off a plane for an unpaid ticket, that was something only Miranda would do, and Andy thought a career at TV Guide sounded vicious payback from La Priestly.

Andy was stared at by everybody onboard the plane as if she was highly dangerous and she was glared at by the group of stewardesses as she was escorted off the aircraft.

Her french was limited but she was being escorted off the plane for something she did.

She only asked for a pillow. That was it.

She was going to ask for two waters when the trolley came down her seat aisle after take-off. Stay hydrated after losing so much water from crying.

Andy also had used the wrong overhead bin for her bag.

The stewardess had waved it off, the passenger with the Bronco's ball cap and not the right size wheelie bag holding up the aisle, sure didn't.

Taking in her reflection, her hair was tied up messily and last night had been sleepless with Miranda.

"I haven't been to Amsterdam." Andy was honest.

There were no happy fun land entheogens' for tripping on her. Her eyes were bloodshot from sobbing about Miranda, in the cab getting here to the airport, she'd been in tears, paying the fare, checking in, they dried at security emptying her pockets and slumping in the waiting lounge to boarding.

She'd packed her own bags for the trip.

Was it the narrow minded homophobic who saw it over her shoulder, Andy had been scrolling and stopped on the picture of Miranda with a sheet draped but falling, looking sexy at her in bed. Andy just couldn't delete it.

He'd mumbled it was lesbian porn. Andy had covered it up when the guy ogled Miranda like Ms. August.

Was she being taken for a strip search?

Great she wasn't wearing any underwear it was still in Miranda's luxury suite.

The air security who met her at the gate, wouldn't speak to her, he just stoically held her carry-on bag and gripped her arm hard, guiding her along the busy terminal.

Andy tried again to ask him what exactly the problem was.

Fine. She would just confess, she had taken a newspaper from first class. It was a long flight and yes, she did have a paperback to bury herself in, but it was something else to read on the long flight back to the States.

Loosening his grip on her elbow, he stopped suddenly and handed Andy back her backpack without a word to her, as she was just left.

Whew!

That was a relief, no cavity search as Andy's confused, worried eyes flickered around, stopping suddenly on her.

Miranda was here.

Just staring at Miranda wordlessly, she was standing right in front of her in the Le Salon lounge, with her shades on, in the morning.

Brought to her like some parcel being delivered to her.

Andy opened her mouth than closed it again.

Miranda did this. Air jacked her off her flight home.

Nope, Andy wasn't doing this. Not again. Miranda said right to her face, that last night meant nothing and she was okay about that now.

She wasn't really okay but she'd get over Miranda the ice tsunami one day.

It could and might take years, to actually have a chance of getting over how Miranda felt naked against her and living a semi-normal life.

Take up jam making and eventually have cats with someone female who wasn't an emotional terrorist like her in front of her.

She didn't have the energy to do this, making to walk away from Miranda who sure deserved it.

"No you're not walking away… please don't walk away from me Andy. Just give me half a chance. I-I didn't mean it. It meant everything to me last night. I want you back."

Andy stopped walking away, turning around, with quiet anger fueling her.

"Yeah, listen, I'm not an acquisition. Miranda. You already had me between your sheets and thighs…see you around. I gotta go and get another flight back." Andy grumbled out.

"No don't. I said I want you back. Andrea."

"Miranda. You can't just decide to do this to me. I'm not some toy you can discard and want back again to chew up."

Andy still was in shock, that Miranda being Miranda had a plane turn back and eject her from her flight home.

Long fingers that had loved her last night ran through her dark thick tresses with irritation. Andy was going to have to max out her credit card, to get home.

Dad would have to forgive her. His points from gas filling up his Ford were going to get her home on Alaskan Airways if it was flying out of Paris, in this hour.

Approaching Andrea carefully. "I'm asking only for a few minutes." Miranda's mouth curved up at Andy who looked really frustrated with her but still complied by staying, grumbling out.

"Fuck you. Miranda."

Hearing it, the expletive profanity fall from the beautiful mouth she loved kissing.

"Andrea language." Miranda scolded.

Her lens covered blue eyes, seeing how she'd hurt her.

"What is it, you want from me, Miranda?" Andy mouth hardened. Why was she even doing this? Letting Miranda even near her. She'd just hurt her again.

"What you need one last cunninglus kiss?" Andy stated.

Taking off her sunglasses to look at Andrea fully. "Andrea, you're not that to me."

Andy shook her head, not meeting her eyes. "No? So what am I to you, Miranda? Exactly. You told me I was your big mistake fuck last night."

"Andre-Andy I know you have every reason to hate me for the rest of your life."

Miranda fingers uncurled, moving closer to Andy who wouldn't look at her.

"You have every right to never forgive me and I do not expect it." Moving closer to Andrea, Miranda's palm touched Andy's jaw who was rigid at her touch.

"I'm sorry for everything I said…I got scared okay. I didn't want to see you realize eventually, I'm just a bitter old woman who's afraid of love." Miranda's voice was softer and unsure.

Andy was listening to her. "Miranda I think we should just not…

"Don't call me that. Yes you know me as your boss. With you only, I'm just Miriam, Miriam Princhek okay, that's my real name."

Andy mouthed it. "Miriam?"

"Yes Miriam, you didn't know that, did you Andrea…I'm not this, I'm here now with you Andy. I'm just Miriam who's afraid of letting you in, who doesn't know how to love someone like this. Like you. So please Andy just can you give me a chance to try to."

Andy's mouth firmed. Deciding not to call her by Miriam. "Miranda, listen, we're just too different, okay?"

Miranda's lips pressed together at that. "Yes, we are different. But I think that's a good thing we are."

Andy took her hand off her face. "Really? What you need is status. Power. Wealth and him." Andy croaked out.

Was that what Andrea thought she wanted in someone?

"No my darling. I don't….I don't care about him…No, Andy I don't." Touching Andy again, her fingertips brushed and stroked up Andy's cheek tenderly.

"What I need is you, yes you who makes me feel special. I don't care about power and wealth and I don't care that you take the subway or that you used to be my assistant. I just need you. Please? I'm sorry." Miranda said this very softly.

"Believe me." Trying in showing Andy in her eyes how much she cared about her.

"I think ultimately we want different things, Miranda."

Andy was trying hard to put up a shield to deflect the dragon who had said so coldly that last night together meant nothing to her.

"No. I disagree. I think we do want the exact same thing." Miranda affirmed.

"What's that?" Andy asked her.

"This." Pressing her lips to hers, kissing Andrea's mouth, caressing her lips and tasting her kiss to her, probing and opening Andy's mouth with hers, guiding their connection of lips out in public amongst many travelers in the terminal rushing around them.

Breaking free, Andy stopped their kiss but her hands were circling her Dior waist.

"You…It isn't that easy." Andy warned her.

Miranda's mouth tried to place a few more small sexy kisses to the side of Andy's serious face making them be felt with her complete oral contrition.

"It isn't?" Her blue eyes sparkled on Andy's.

"I'm still mad at you." Andy was. "Really mad. You told me to go. You said we were a mistake...you said…"

Miranda's fingers crept up inside Andy's shirt, caressing her through the fabric.

"Yes I did say those things Andy, I'm an idiot. I didn't mean any of it to you." Tracing her face with her long fingers.

Andy groaned out, frustrated at her as Miranda began grazing Andrea's lips to hers sensually and almost playful.

"No you've got a lot of wooing of you're really sorry to do. You hurt me. Miranda." Stopping Miranda's little kisses and fingers on her skin that were cracking her resolve against Miranda.

Pulling herself from her, as Andy's body was rigid and at a distance from Miranda's.

"Andy. I know, I did hurt you. Wait. Just listen. You asked this. I can be loved by you. I want to be loved by only you."

Miranda looked really hopeful at her.

"You can be loved by me?" Andy repeated this.

"Do you still love me?" Seeing how Andy had gone really quiet about asking her if she still loved her. Did she?

Tracing Andy's faded shirt under her fingertips slowly, stopping her little kisses abruptly.

Andrea wasn't saying it back.

Andy was thinking about it, chewing on her lip. "Am I still in love with you?"

"Miranda you slept with me and told me this morning to leave, your husband shows up and I have to order breakfast for him." Andy accused.

"Andrea I'm not staying with Stephen. I came after you."

"Wait a sec. I'm just supposed to forgive you?'' Andy shook her head at her. "Just like that? Do you know you use to consume my life Miranda?" Andy shared this.

"You're the most selfish self-absorbed person on the planet, yes Miranda you are. My Mom thinks I have to leave Runway to protect my mental health from you."

Andy set down her backpack, uncrossing her arms, splaying her fingers out, her thumb and index finger traced Miranda's face as she spoke.

"First you drive me nuts, with the coffee thing, then working around you daily you made my world spin and you balled me out over the color blue."

"Cerulean, Andrea."

"Blue. Miranda. You made me sleepless and paranoid, mostly because you kept calling me, if you didn't call me. I'd dream you're gonna call me. I use to think about you in the shower."

Miranda gave a small sly smile at that. Envisioning a soapy slippery naked Andrea having make up sex with, her suite did have a waterfall shower in it.

"Not in that way." Andy gritted her teeth.

"You can't just expect me to always just…drop everything like when I was washing my hair, when you called me to get that pair of Alvar Aalto chairs that you saw in a window on Fifth Avenue. It was six in the morning!"

Miranda lips pressed in a line, her blue eyes bright on her. "Andrea I'm saying it now. I apologize for infringing on your shower."

"Even when I had sex with Nate, your there. On my mind. I even orgasmed saying your name once."

"You did." Miranda beamed at that.

Andy bit out grumbling despondent. "More than one time. Lots okay."

"Miranda I don't fit with you."

"You do fit with me. You're the only person who I think ever will. I like the way we feel together. We fit. I've…I've never fit with anyone the way that we do. Andy, I need you." Meaning this fully to Andy.

Indicating her coiffed hair and stylish clothes. "I don't wake up like this, I want to just wear that Yellow lab shirt and have you one day find it smells like me and maybe grow to like that."

Caressing Andy's face with her fingertips. "Please want that too."

"I want to see a movie and ask your opinion and go out to dinner and give you a taste of what I'm eating. Set my watch for 9:15 in the morning and when it beeps, tell you I love you at that time. Say you want this too. Please Andy say it. Be with me."

Andy still was looking away from her, stroking her back.

"I know I'm impossible and infuriating and I make most fine everybody leave me and that I come with two who mean everything to me kids, Cassidy and Caroline and a big dog, who Stephen hated it's drool and my job which is my life but if you want this, us, me, say you'll be my everything."

"And you want me to just say if I'm still in love with you?" Andy looked indifferently away from her, as she picked up her scuffed backpack from against her boot.

"Miranda I just…I just can't."

Miranda knew it. Andrea didn't love her now.

"I didn't expect you to ever take me back just like that…I just thought with what you said to me about loving me and tolerating me, that you meant it. Your words to me. I can see, you've decided against it. And me. I'll just go."

Miranda trailed off hurt and lower, her face stricken but going cold, placing her glasses back on her face as she began to walk rigidly away from Andy who stopped her from walking away and turned her back to face her.

Seeing trail of tears, warm fingers traced her tear, pulling Miranda to her who turned her head to the side and away.

"Miranda just look at me. You also never listen, you didn't let me finish. Am I still in love with you…Yes. I am and I think I can accept and live with your scent on my sweatshirt. I can't not say Yes…Miriam." Andy said out strongly.

"Yes?" Blue eyes looked teary and confused by Andy's words.

"Yes. I love you. I love that you make me so crazy often. I love how you get this look on your face, this small smile that's like your studying a Monet when you like a collection by some Icelandic designer and that you're doing it right now at me."

Andy's eyes bugged out. Miranda only looked at beautiful things like that, never her, having her undivided full attention with her bright blue eyes that she loved completely.

Miranda's smile at Andy, almost trembled on hers.

Pulled and pressed close into Andy's build, placing a slow gentle loving kiss to Miranda's lips. Her silky lips ran along her face as Andy grasped her into her, grazing her mouth almost playful.

Pulling her lips free from kissing Miranda.

"Why do you want to set your watch for 9:15am and say that to me?" Andy asked.

Miranda looked at Andy seriously. "Because that was when you talked back to me…the day we met."

Andy groaned out. That morning they met. She was such an idiot, not knowing who she was.

"So since I happen to love you, Miriam. I say bring the rubber bone, the dog biscuits and Patricia's drool and even Cassidy and Caroline dying my hair fuchsia I'll take on and everything else with you and me."

Leaning into her mouth and scooping up her Dior attired body.

"Though you're a difficult woman to sweep off her feet." Andy admitted out.

"Consider me swept. Andy."

Walking through the airport together to find where she rushed out of Irv's car.

"How could I not say yes? You did somehow bring a plane back in mid-flight. With me on it." Andy had to admit, Emily had topped Harry Potter with that.

"Miranda you don't happen to have say the National Guard on standby do you?" Andy was being dead serious.

"No but Irv might."

"Wait. Uh Miranda." Andy's mouth was in mid kiss, her lower lip tugged on. "What about the shows you're supposed to be attending…uh now?" Andy asked her, those collections were important to her and Runway.

"Andy I'm here with you."

"You gave them up for me?" Andy held her eyes in hers, really touched. Giving a goopy smile at discovering that, Miranda choose her over pret a porter.

"Yes. I did. Nigel's there for me. I have him to blame for this happening."

"How so?" Andy held her to her which Miranda liked the feeling of her arms around her, her fingers running up Andy's rolled up sleeve arm.

"Nigel said we should see a sunrise together." Miranda filled her in.

Andy corrected. "No it was these glasses." Showing them in her pocket.

"Since you're still my assistant, and I have a free day now with nothing to do, what can we do in Paris for hours?" Miranda feigned disinterest, but her eyes sparkling naughtily on Andy.

"Don't you dare say sightsee or Euro Disney."

Andy mock pouted, she happened to look cute with mouse ears on, like the ones she got from one sticky summer road trip to Disney jammed into a station wagon with Jill's mixtape of N'Sync blaring.

"Gosh, hours in Paris what can we do together… I got an idea, something that involves very little clothes on with you."

Miranda felt Andy's arms wrap around her, leaning into it completely. "Miranda we could read, I got a free NY Times to share or watch Netflix. Naked."

"Andrea do you only think about sex with me." Admonishing Andy in her stern Editor's voice with sparkling coy eyes of blue in hers.

"No Miranda. I think of the way your lips taste. How I love this…this nose of yours." Andy traced it, the aquiline shape as Miranda made a face at her. "Your hair." Sweeping and threading her fingers through the silvery wave.

"Your thighs. How you taste there."

Andy's mouth pulled back from her face. "Of course Miranda your sharp mind and tongue I respect also."

Miranda's breath caught. "I think we need to christen my bed some more."

"Yea, Babe. Let's christen those sheets, shall we? Later. I get to tell Emily, about us." Andy promised.

Miranda smiled evilly. "And I get to tell your mother about us, my bagel beagle."