Summary: Years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can't seem to get laid. The witch is getting pissed.

Disclaimer: As always, I am just fooling with these characters. I do not make any money from them. Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox own them.

A/N: This one is going out with a massive shoutout to Kristan over on the DWP - Mirandy page on Facebook.

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Miranda paced the hotel suite furiously. "I will let you get away with leaving me high and dry on the busiest week of my career, and I will not blacklist you across the Tri-State area, but there is one thing I need, Andréa."

"Anything," Andréa whispered.

Miranda smirked. "Your firstborn child."

"Wha..." Andréa shook her head, her confusion highlighted in her eyes. "Miranda, what do you mean?"

Miranda stopped pacing and caught the young woman's eyes. "I want another child and the twins would like a sibling. I cannot do so naturally. You seem popular with men, what with that fry-cook and your antics with Christian last night. So, when the time comes you will hand your firstborn over."

"You can't be serious?" Andréa let out a bark of laughter, showing her disbelief.

Pursing her lips, Miranda eyed the young woman coldly. "Deadly. When have you ever known me to say things I do not mean?"

"But Miranda..." Andréa trailed off as blue sparks flew from the tips of the silver-haired editor's fingers. "What are you?" She whispered.

"A witch," Miranda admitted, a small smile lighting up her face.

"Aren't you worried I will tell the world?" Andréa asked nervously.

"Go ahead, tell people, see if they believe you." Miranda's smile widened. "Now, will you agree to my terms?"

Shocked, Andréa did the only thing she could. "Okay." She agreed.

"Your word, Andréa," Miranda stated.

"You have my word, Miranda," Andréa whispered as the blue glow of magic enveloped her and it set the promise. There was no turning back.

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Andy had seen two years out at the Mirror and her fame in the industry was growing. She started freelancing the year before and work was coming in thick and fast. She understood it was almost time for her to choose where she wanted to take her career next.

Although her professional life was rewarding, her personal life had turned to shit at Runway and remained that way after she left Miranda in Paris. Nate hightailed it to Boston and Christian disappeared from her life as quickly as he appeared.

Picking through her mail, she found a thick parchment envelope and recognised Miranda's precise script. Hesitantly, she opened the missive to find four words.

Townhouse ASAP. That's all.

Andy shuddered as she cursed the woman who rarely, if ever, left her mind. She had kept Miranda's secret, mainly because anyone who knew her would assume working for Miranda had finally pushed her over the edge into madness. No-one would believe her claims Miranda Priestly was a witch as few people believed in magic. There was a word rhyming with it, that many would use, but even calling her a bitch was something no one was brave enough to say to the silver-haired editor's face.

Sighing, she knew she would have to go home and get changed order to look acceptable enough not to face Miranda's disapproval. Luckily she had used some of her recent earnings to upgrade her meagre wardrobe. Shoving her mail and laptop into her bag, she shrugged it onto her shoulder, grabbed her cell and walked out of the office, calling at her boss she had research to complete. Hailing a cab, she thought herself lucky when one screeched to a standstill in front of her. Clambering into the backseat she gave the cabbie her address. She closed her eyes as she held onto the headrest tightly as swerved through traffic, barely missing a familiar silver Town car.

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Miranda was waiting by the window for the brunette having sent Roy to fetch her. It had been a long two years, and she had only just stopped herself from turning Stephen into a weasel, Irv into the toad and Jacqueline into a skunk. Too many people had disappointed her, but the biggest one was the young woman she had invited to her home. She heard the crashing of little feet coming through the front door and her Bobbsey's careened into the room, jumping up and down.

"Is she here, please say she's here!" They yelled.

"We'll soon have our baby brother or sister." Caroline whooped.

"Bobbsey, that is not yet certain." Miranda pursed her lips. She had tried working her magic, pushing suitable young men towards Andréa with no luck. It was like she was a repellant, each man refusing to further their dates, no matter how much magic she weaved. She wanted to get to the bottom of this little problem before many more years passed. "Now, you promised me, no magic tonight. No making Patricia talk to Andréa."

"But what if Patricia wants to say hello or ask how she is?" Cassidy asked unhappily.

"Then she can bark like a normal dog," Miranda stated, her lips quirking in amusement. The last time the twins had tricked Andréa, Patricia had answered her greeting as she petted her and asked how her day was. Andréa fainted, and she had to cast a spell to erase her memory of the incident.

No longer that which you know presents itself
In terms of my Patricia answering your greeting
It's tendrils within your mind escape you
Fleeing with permanent erasure

Miranda caught the eye of her twins as her cell chirped. With a flick of her wrist, it was in her hand and she read the message from Roy. She looked up at her daughters. "No magic." She warned. "Andréa will be here shortly, and I warn you again, if you play one trick on her, I shall revoke your magic privileges.

"Aww, Mom." The twins whined.

She gave them one of her looks, one that told her she did not care to hear their arguments. "Not one more word, Bobbsey's."

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Upon leaving her apartment wearing a new Balmain blouse with skinny jeans and ballet flats Andy spotted the silver Town car idling at the curb. Sighing she ran her fingers through her bangs in frustration. Looking up she caught the eye of Miranda's driver, Roy, as he held the door open for her. She rolled her eyes as she stepped towards him and when she slipped into the back seat, she caught his low chuckle.

Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply and caught Miranda's unique signature scent. It held a specific heart note of blue juniper berries and floral mimosa she found soothing. Andy let herself remember the moments she returned from Paris, back to her empty life.

She travelled to Ohio in the hope she could spend time with her family, but in the nine months, she had been working at Runway, they had washed their hands of her. Andy stayed just one night at her parents, their displeasure at her life choices was obvious. Over dinner they told her to go back to New York, she had made her bed it was time to lie in it. If she was alone, she had no one to blame but herself as she alienated everyone in her quest to succeed.

Upon her return to New York she reached out to old friends, but they were unforgiving. They told her her absence had been unnecessary, and that Miranda had kept her spellbound by all she offered. She'd almost laughed at their words, they seriously did not understand how close to the truth they were.

Deciding to move on with her life she sent her resume out. She had not been blacklisted but the fact she had walked away from Miranda was known across the industry and people were scared to face her disapproval. The only response she got was from Greg Hill at the New York Mirror. He wasn't a Miranda Priestly's biggest fan but still requested a recommendation. He hired her, laughingly stating that anyone who somehow became Miranda Priestly's greatest disappointment, must be someone to watch.

Greg observed as she struggled to make her mark in the industry and he became a mentor, of sorts, seeing her desire to become the best she could be. Her work was detailed, and she added her own spin onto the stories she wrote, often getting more from them than anyone else would. She stood out from everyone and her peers were not happy, wondering just what power she welded to get people to open up to her. She moved up quickly through the ranks, keeping herself busy enough not to dwell on the fact she was alone in the world.

Throughout the years, Miranda often queried if she was dating seriously. To minimise her annoyance, Andy often made out that her social life was better than it was. It wasn't as if the older woman travelled in the same circles so it was unlikely she would find her out in her little white lie.

When asked out, she dated, but the men who asked her did not interest her. She couldn't seem to find anyone that captured her attention, and it was obvious their company bore her. It was very rare she made it past a second date. She hadn't had sex since that night with Christian, and it was becoming frustrating. To ease her loneliness she had rescued a kitten, but even that didn't help. The cat had an independent soul and didn't always appreciate her affections.

She often asked herself if something had gone wrong with the magic Miranda had cast to secure their agreement.

Running her fingers through her bangs, she opened her eyes to catch Roy's in the rear-view mirror. "How's everything been?"

"You don't want to know," Roy stated. He smiled at her kindly. "We have all missed you, Miranda, especially."

"Oh, I really doubt that," Andy whispered, realising she wished it was the truth.

As they pulled up at the Townhouse, before Roy could open her door, she skipped from the car and up the stoop. Knocking on the door she listened to the rapid click of heels on tiles before the door swung open. It was like time stood still as she fell into deep pools of blue. She smirked as Miranda struggled to find words to greet her, but it soon turned to nervousness.

"Good evening, Andréa. We have much to discuss. Come along." Miranda gestured for her to follow with the crook of a finger.

"Yes, Miranda," Andy said, following the silver-haired woman further into her home.

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Miranda was annoyed with herself. At the knock on the front door, she moved rapidly from the den to answer. She threw one final glare at her twins, a warning to behave, before opening the door and gesturing for the young woman to enter.

Raising her head, she fell into those expressively beautiful eyes, eyes she'd missed every day over the two years since Andréa walked away. Her heart beat furiously in her chest and her mouth turned dry. Licking her lips, she tried to speak, a small croak escaping instead of the greeting she wished to give. She saw the brunette's small smirk.

Clearing her throat she got herself together enough to speak. "Good evening, Andréa. We have much to discuss. Come along." Miranda gestured for her to follow.

"Yes, Miranda," Andréa whispered nervously, as she followed her. She could feel the waves of apprehension coming off the young woman in waves and it irked her. Andréa was closer to being her equal after two years away, having forged ahead in her career. It was something she had followed closely, willing the young woman to succeed.

Leading the woman into the kitchen, Miranda waved her hand in a gesture for the young woman to make herself comfortable at the breakfast bar and watched as the brunette sat. She let her eyes roam over Andréa's attire and nodded once. She had made an acceptable choice. Moving to the fridge, she turned her head. "A drink, perhaps?"

"Please," Andréa stated.

Pulling out a bottle of chilled white wine, she reached into a cupboard and pulled down two large them the brim she muttered an incantation over the glass she would give to Andréa.

The truth I seek.
Tell me no lies.
Questions answered.
No secrets shall you hide.

Facing the brunette, Miranda pushed the glass across the breakfast bar and perched on a stool opposite. She watched her sip nervously. "Tell me, Andréa., do you ever plan to keep your side of our bargain?" Miranda asked quietly.

"Um, yea, it's not like I'm trying not to date, it's just...well...I can't seem to get anyone to take me on more than the first date. The men who ask me out end up being so boring." Andréa clapped a hand over her mouth, her cheeks flaring red in her embarrassment at speaking so honestly.

"Mm, I wonder. Are you open to dating and building a future outside your work?" Miranda mused.

Andréa sipped more wine, trying to get her embarrassment under control. "Seriously, the only thing I have slept with, since Paris, is my bloody unsociable kitten. It's not ideal." Andy admitted. "Oh God, why am I telling you this?" Andréa's head popped up, and she glared at Miranda before glaring at the wine in her glass and pushing it away. "Never mind witch. Casting a truth spell on my drink is a bitch move, Miranda, and unnecessary." Andréa looked furious. "In the future, if you want to ask me something, just be woman enough to do so. I don't appreciate being tricked into revealing personal things." She stood up and made to leave.

"I'm sorry, Andréa." The apology left Miranda's mouth unbidden, and she glared into her own glass. She was certain she had cast the truth spell on just one drink.

Andréa shook her head and continued to walk towards the front door with Miranda following, ready to coax her into staying.

As Andréa stepped past Patricia, the large Saint Bernard thumped her tail on the tile floor. "Hi, Patty." She bent down to scratch behind the dog's ear and was surprised when she lifted her head off her

"Hey, Andy. Long time." The dog gave the brunette a goofy doggy smile.

Miranda groaned as Andréa, once again, fell into a dead faint at the feet of her dog. Closing her eyes, she muttered a small curse under her breath and with a twirl of her finger levitated the brunette and moved her to the sofa in the den.

Following the brunette, she caught the eyes of her daughters. "Bobbsey's, what did I tell you?"

Cassidy looked down, shamefaced. "No magic, Mom."

Caroline looked at the brunette and grinned. "Her reaction was priceless."

"No magic for a week." Miranda intoned.

"Aww, but Mom..." Caroline whined.

"No buts. None of us will do any further harm to this woman." Miranda stated. There was something wrong with the magic she was casting, something that caused unwarranted effects.

Sitting down she pondered on what would cause her magic to go so wrong. The only thing that sprang to mind was an adage, that love was the real magic of the universe and in the face of love, magic would fail.

Frowning, she eyed Andréa warily. She had tried to turn off her growing feelings for the brunette upon being abandoned in Paris, but if she was honest, she could not let go of the peace and security she felt when the woman was near. She felt an innate hopelessness at the situation, her treacherous heart had foiled her for the first time.

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Andy's eyes fluttered open and met two sets of brilliant blue eyes. Letting her eyes roam around the room, she allowed them to land on the older woman. "Wha... Patricia...shit!" She closed her eyes.

"Language, Andréa." Miranda hissed.

Andy let out a bark of laughter, echoing her disbelief at the admonishment. "Seriously? Your dog just spoke and you expect me to..." She shook her head. "...You know what, forget it? I'll just be getting on my way. It's been a real trip, Miranda, as always." Easing herself upright, Andy made to stand but a wave of dizziness has her falling back down into the sofa. She groaned as the room spun.

"Please, Andréa, stay. You may have smacked your little head and are suffering from a concussion. Please, rest. We will get you a glass of water." Miranda's words were quiet as she shooed the twins away to do her bidding.

"You said please, twice." Andy's eyes opened and her eyes at stared at the women who had blown her mind in two short sentences. "Why are you being nice?"

"I want this promise between us to work, Andréa. You will still be a part of the child when it comes. I want our relationship to be amicable." Miranda pursed her lips and Andy sensed she was fighting not to say something.

"And?" Andy asked, curiously.

Miranda shook her head and schooled her features. Andy saw the walls come up higher than ever "And I refuse to waste any more of my magic trying to get you a boyfriend." Miranda hissed. "We will do this the old-fashioned way. I will have to coach you the ways to catch and hold on to a man."

"Yea, 'cause that's worked well for you, so far." Andy couldn't stop the harsh words. Biting her lip she saw the flicker of hurt in the older woman's eyes. Before she could apologise the twins barrelled back into the room and Caroline handed her a cold glass. Taking a deep drink, she coughed as the neat vodka coursed its way down her throat. "Holy shit! Caro, Cassi, what the hell?"

Miranda snatched the drink and sipped. Wincing, she glared at her daughters, who seemed to be doing their best to sabotage this. "Bobbsey's, go to your room. We will speak about this later."

Her tone had them rushing from the room and she listened to Cassidy's words. "Well done, Caro. Mom's so going to punish us for this."

"She deserved it. You heard what she said." Caroline responded loudly.

"She's angry, wouldn't you be if someone's magic just made you repel anyone you may be interested in?" Cassidy asked.

"I think mom loves her," Caroline mumbled.

"Mm, and we know Andy loves Mom. What if your heart belonged to someone who you believed only wanted to take your first baby from you?" Cassidy looked back and saw her mom watching them.

"I think we're screwed," Caroline groaned. "They'll never work it out."

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