Disclaimer I don't own Miranda.


Gary was not in a good mood. He marched down the High Street with his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his head down as the early October rain began to get worse.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." He dodged a young woman with a pram as he tried not to get soaked when a car ran through a huge puddle on the side of the road. He cursed under his breath as the freezing water hit him. He closed his eyes for a moment, knowing he would have to go home and change.


"Hello Miranda." Clive wiped the bar over as she perched on the bar stool.


"Gary isn't here yet." He smiled slightly, knowing the shopkeeper turned up more often than not to see his chef rather than to buy a drink.

"No? Ok. Clive?"

"Yes, Miranda." He threw the towel over his shoulder in a bid to look cool. Miranda rolled her eyes.

"How is he? Really?"

"Well, he's your boyfriend." Clive smiled.

"I know. "Miranda still couldn't help but blush when she thought of the dark haired quietly spoken man she had been in love with since her university days. "But, you don't think? No, forget I said anything. I'm being silly."

"No." Clive leant on the bar, eager for more gossip. "What is it?"

"If he was being strange you'd tell me? I mean I worry."

"Oh! Of course." Clive smiled. "You know I would. Look, Stevie was in here this morning asking questions about Gary. If there something going on?"

"Oh no." Miranda lied. "Oh nothing like that. I'd. Well, I dunno. I really don't know. He's just been acting weird around me."

"Miranda, everyone acts a little weird around you." Clive laughed. "I mean it's not like Gary has got another woman or something." Miranda smiled slightly as Clive spoke. She blinked back tears as Clive covered his mouth with one hand. "Has he?"

"No." Both turned to see Gary in the doorway of the bistro. "No he hasn't. Miranda!"

Miranda turned away and blinked back tears while trying to get off the bar stool without falling off. Grabbing the bar to steady herself she shook her head and mumbled something neither man understood before leaving the restaurant. Clive shrugged his shoulders before sighing dramatically.

"Don't ask me."

"Clive!" Gary half yelled. "What have you said to her?"

"Well, if you will insist on keeping everything a secret can you blame the girl for thinking you are two timing her."

"You are two timing Miranda!" Both men glared at each other for a moment. Neither had noticed Stevie arrive to buy her lunch. "Gary! Are you? Well after all it took for the two of you to get together! No forget that. She's too good for you. She doesn't need a man who would cheat on her!" Stevie turned to leave as Gary grabbed her arm.

"I am not cheating on Miranda. Why does no one believe me?"

"You're not?"

"No. I wouldn't." Gary answered honestly. "Please, Stevie you have to believe me."

"No Gary I don't. Miranda does and right now I don't think she does." Stevie nodded towards the table at the side of the bar.

"Sit down." She raised an eyebrow leaving Gary with no room for argument. "Sit!" Gary sat down and buried his face in his hands. "Now. It's just me. Miranda's best friend. Tell me what's been going on. Now."




Miranda flopped on the sofa in her flat. The television was on in the background but she had no idea what was going on in the programme. She grabbed a cushion and hugged it to her before burying her head in the soft pillow.

"Not going to cry. Stupid Gary! How dare he?" She mumbled. "Stupid Clive! Oh!" She shook her head. "No, not having this. I do not cry over chefs. I just don't. I wont do it. Where's my DVDs? Why am I talking out loud I'm on my own. Oh well, first sign of madness!" She grabbed a Grease DVD from the coffee table. "Right, Danny and Sandy here we come." She put the DVD on and tried to concentrate on the movie.


"So, why didn't you just tell her?" Stevie frowned as she listened to Gary's story.

"I dunno."

"I dunno? What sort of answer is I dunno? Come on Gary. Why?"

"Well, you know I got married to give this girl a Green Card."

"So she could stay. And you will go to prison if either of you are found out." Stevie slurped her milkshake as he nodded.

"Well, yeah. I suppose. Never thought of that if I'm honest. Anyway she got back in touch with me last week."


"And she has met someone. She wants to marry him so she asked me for a divorce."


"And I said yes of course." Gary raised his eyes from the table for the first time since Stevie had made him sit down. "I don't want to be with her. She is a nice girl but."

"She's not a tall, accident prone shopkeeper with an insane mother and impeccable choice in best friends?"

"Exactly." Gary smiled. "Only now she thinks I've been cheating."

"And you are you haven't been."

"Of course I haven't been. Stevie? Have you been listening to anything I said?"

"Yes, just checking." She smiled. "Now, Miranda thinks you have been cheating because Clive said so and you have been really odd lately. Lots of not coming into the shop and lots of sneaking around, making excuses not to see her. I think you have some explaining to do."

"You're right."

"Well, go on then." Stevie stood and began ushering him towards the door. "Go and explain."


"No buts."

"What do I say?"

"The truth would be a good start. Men, I mean honestly." She bundled Gary out of the resteraunt and towards the Gift Shop next door. Before he could argue Stevie had opened the door and half shoved him in. "Why has she put the closed sign up?"

"Gary." Stevie walked into the back of the shop before running up the stairs to the flat. "Oh no. Oh no Miranda. No."

"What? Where is she?"

"Gary, she's gone. Miranda has gone."


A/N Where would Miranda go? Please review.