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I know I know. What am I doing introducing a new story when I've left my other one sitting for so long. Rest assured that story will be finished, and I will even post a teaser to the next part as proof. However, I have been sitting on this story, New Friends, Past Loves, for quite awhile now and just decided it was time to get it out there for people to read.

It is co-written by Suki6662. She came up with the original idea and then we took turns writing parts and bouncing ideas back and forth off one another. It has been interesting to write with someone else (okay it was hard to give up total control) and fun.

I hope everyone will enjoy reading and be tolerant of our little writing experiment.
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New Friends, Past Loves

by Suki6662 & Babble0n

Part 1


Jean helped Miranda pull her over stuffed backpack through the black Lincoln Town Car door as they stepped on to the busy sidewalk in front of the Brooklyn townhouse the young girl called home. The cars driver stood silently at the curb watching as the tall muscular woman and gangly-legged preteen left his care. He would stand there waiting, as he did everyday, until the all clear came across his earpiece. Or if it didn't, well, there was protocol for that situation too.

So school was good, school was great, talk to me? Jean scanned up and down the street before ushering her young charge up the stairs and to the security pad on the large double doors.

It was okay; we had our first gay straight alliance meeting today. Miranda seemed distracted.

Well thats big news; I didnt think you wanted to do that. Jean punched in the code and held Miranda back as she entered the foyer. This was standard practice for Miranda and Jean who, after foiling one kidnapping attempt in Paris that resulted in her being hired by Ms. Bianca Montgomery, focused her every move and action since then on the protection of the girl at her side.

Four years ago while on R&R with the Marines Jean and a few friends sat at a Paris caf sipping expensive coffee and gossiping about which jarhead was sleeping with who and who was going to be outed next. She really couldnt explain. It was a feeling that made her turn and look at a young woman and her young child. Just out of her outside vision she could see the pick and the mark 'Miranda'. In a few swift strides she scooped up the little girl and tucked her and her startled Mother under her arm forcing them against the building. Two masked men jumped from a van and forced their way to the trio. Slamming Bianca behind her she kicked out rendering the first man out of breath with a kick to the groin. The second grabbed Mirandas arm trying to wrench her free from Jeans tight hold. Jean struggled and yelled for help kicking madly at the man. By this time her friends were up and assisting her subduing the pair of attempted kidnappers. And that is how Jean came into the life of the Montgomery women. She loved Miranda and would do anything to protect her. Bianca was a busy executive but made sure she was home every night to have dinner with her daughter. After school and until that time Jean took up the slack.

Jean had done her share of investigating the background of the family she worked for including the entrance of Miranda into this world. The young heiress was a target and a team of investigators was employed to see to her safety. As Miranda ran up the large staircase to change Jean reviewed the security tapes of the house inside and out. Satisfied she called in her code and settled down for the evening. Miranda had changed from her school uniform and was now hanging out of the refrigerator looking for a snack.

Hey, did you call your Mother yet? Jean asked. You know she likes to hear from you as soon as you get in. Jean added. This was the conversation she had with the girl everyday and everyday it took prompting.

Oh yeah, right. Miranda closed the door after retrieving an apple. She scooped up the phone and dialed her Mothers office number.

Bianca sat in her high-rise office scanning her computer screen trying to make sense of the jumble of numbers that made up the next year's projected budget. The buzz of her intercom made her jump.

Ms. Montgomery, its Miranda on line one. Her assistant offered.

Thanks Barb." Bianca took off her glasses and set them down on her desk reaching for the phone. Hey kiddo how was school? Bianca smiled into the phone; Miranda was the only person that could make her face split wide open into such a large grin.

Hi Mommy. Miranda took a bite of her apple.

Snack time I hear. Bianca chuckled.

Hows work going? Miranda chewed loudly into the phone.

Works fine, I hate numbers, how was school you never answered me. Bianca pushed back from her desk to lean in her chair a little. And Sweetie, stop chewing into the phone.

Sorry Mom, school was boring, but I did go to the meeting. Miranda pouted as Jean took the apple from her hand and set it down on a napkin on the counter.

You did gowell good, was it good? As an afterthought Bianca offered, Miranda you didnt have to go because of me you know.

I know Mom, God are we going to talk about this again? Miranda rolled her eyes. She had had this lecture before about her Mother and her sexuality and frankly Miranda didnt care, but it was important to her Mother so she would reluctantly listen.

Miranda I am only saying that you can offer an educated opinion because of your situation, but its up to youI mean if you go or not. Bianca stumbled on her words.

Mom, its fine really. God! Miranda rolled her eyes at Jean. Jean shook her head and grinned at the pig headed preteen.

Okay, okay, so it was goodIm glad. Bianca let out a long cleansing breath.

Yeah, I met this really cute boy, hes from Europe like me, and well hes not from here anyway. Miranda idly picked at the placemat in front of her.

A boy, do tell, so hes cute and does he have a name? Bianca stood from her desk and walked to the large windows over looking the Manhattan landscape.

Well first of all hes gay so busted. Can he come over after school sometime?

Sure I guess so, if you want. Her daughter could switch gears at the drop of a hat. Honey whats his name? Bianca laughed.

Oh yeah, right, Nicholaswell Nick. He lives with his Aunt and she calls him Nicholas but he asked me to call him just Nick. Miranda picked up the apple again without thinking and bit into it.

Just Nickinteresting. A knock at her door halted their conversation. Hang on Honey. Come in. Bianca motioned for Barb to enter.

Your four oclock is here. She whispered.

Bianca signaled to give her a second and Barb shut the door behind her.

Miranda I have to go to a meeting but I will talk to you more at dinner okay?

Sure Mom, want to talk to Jean? Miranda had already handed the phone off and was on her way out of the kitchen to start her homework.

I love you. Bianca said into the phone as Jean picked up.

Awe, thanks will this be reflected in my year end bonus? Jena made her friend and boss laugh.

No, smartass. Everything okay there? Bianca face blushed.

Everything is under control, the princess is starting her homework, and hey do you want me to check out this 'Just Nick'?"

Hes just a kid... this is the part I hate about our life. Yes Jean, check it out.

Jean grabbed a pad and made a few notes that popped into her head.

Okay, I have to go. I will see you guys later. Bianca picked up a folder from her desk and her glasses.

Have a good meeting and dont worry so much. Jean set down her pen.

I will try, see you later. Bianca shut off the phone, took a deep breath, and headed to the conference room for a meeting with her much-hated numbers people.

Jean made her way to the family room where she found Miranda watching TV and doing her homework on the coffee table at the same time. Reaching for the remote she shut off the television and sat down on the floor next to Miranda.

So Andydoes Just Nick have a last name? Jean said as she pointed out a missed number in Mirandas math homework.

I hate numbers!" Miranda erased the column to start again.

So hes from Europe can you be more specific like Parisor maybe Timbuktu? She nudged the young girl.

You have to check him out dont you? Miranda looked at her point blank.

You know I have to, Im sorry but thats the way things are. Jean put head down holding Mirandas gaze waiting for an answer. The girl was young but she was smart.

His name is Nicholas Kundera and I think he said he came from Poland. Miranda turned her attention back to her homework signaling an end to their conversation. They both knew this was the reality of Miranda Mona Montgomerys life as it was for her cousins, Spike and Little Erica. And no, I dont know his Aunts name.

Jean stood and squeezed her shoulder. Your Mom will be a little late so Jessica said dinner will be a little later than usual.

Miranda only nodded and continued to work.

Once in her office on the other side of the kitchen Jean picked up the phone and called in the details she had about the young boy from Mirandas school.


tbc