It's been a very long time since I've done Fanfiction writing and had this idea come up for a college AU. Depending on the response, I will write more so if you want more, then please comment with what you want to see, what you liked, what you disliked because I'm kind of treating this as a pilot to which the rest of the story will get picked up based on people's reactions.

Enjoy!

Donna was looking through the window of her mother's car as she sheepishly watched the cars on the other side of the highway passing by her. She didn't know what to feel about the thought of starting a college until something sparked her.

"I wish I could live through something."

Her mother Mary, looked at her confused. "Is Trump's presidency not enough?"

"Nope, I-"

" -what else do you want him to do?"

"This isn't about Trump," Donna explained.

"Then what is it about?"

Donna looked at her mother. "The fact that I've not lived through anything. I mean, the only exciting thing about my life is that I'm going to Harvard which isn't even known for its acting school."

"Ok fine, the worst thing of your life is that you get to go to the world's most prestigious school," Mary said as she rolled her eyes.

Donna's eyes widened "Oh, so now you're mad?"

Mary shook her head. "You're being ridiculous."

"Why's that?"

"Because you have a great life."

"I didn't want to go to Harvard in the first place. It's full of arrogant snobs who think they can be the next Mark Zuckerberg when they'll end up being Eduardo Saverin."

Mary thought for a bit. "Is that the Spiderman guy in The Social Network?"

"His name's Andrew Garfield, Mom," Donna said annoyed as Mary sighed.

"Your Dad and I barely saved enough to get you here."

"You could've saved more if you'd just let me go to LA," Donna replied, knowing that this was an issue that annoyed her for a while.

"If you haven't checked house prices in LA then you've not done real estate the way it was meant to be done," Mary said confidently.

"I would've got a job."

"Doing what? Packing bags whilst you try to live the La La Land dream?" Mary asked raising her eyebrow at Donna.

"Dad would've been more supportive in this situation," Donna said as Mary quickly chuckled in response.

"Your father would've told you that you can't go to LA when you're not even gone to Broadway.

"Mum, no one hires actors from Broadway anymore," Donna said.

"Al Pacino came from the theatre."

"Al Pacino is older than most people's grandparents."

"How would you get to LA anyway? You can't drive."

"Because you didn't let me practice," Donna said annoyed.

"That was because you were getting your education done."

"Everyone had a driver's license in my school except for me. Do you know how embarrassing it is to ask a ride from Ian Brockhold or-or-or from Jessica Clementine?"

"Who's Jessica Clementine?" Mary asked, confused. Donna sighed and looks out the window. Both ladies start to cool off as Mary looks at Donna. "I know that you're having a go at me because you're scared of being independent. But I promise you, time flies. It really does. A year will go by, then two, then you'll soon graduate and you'll wonder where the time went."

Robert Zane was busy humming the tune to "The Black Keys – Never Gonna Give You Up", moving his head up and down to the sound of the music to the radio before looking at Rachel. He noticed how Rachel was busy looking down, anxious. Her body language suggested that she didn't want to be in the car which prompted Robert to put the volume of the radio down.

"You're allowed to go on your phone, you do know that?" Robert said.

Rachel looked up and looked at Robert. "I'd prefer not to."

"Are you sure you're living in the right century because even my ass wouldn't be able to resist that offer?"

Rachel's face turned into a smirk which enlightened Robert's face further before Rachel shook her head "I'm fine."

"That's not a good sign, especially when your mother says it. And I'm not stupid enough to know when my daughter says it."

Rachel paused before closing her eyes and looking at Robert again. "Dad, what if I don't pass?"

"You will," Robert said confidently.

"You barely got me into Harvard's law school."

"So it's up to you to take advantage of that favour and when I mean favour, I mean you better swing for the fences with all your might and fury Rachel."

"I get really nervous on tests."

"So does everyone else unless you know the answers."

"Nervous clever people still get high marks."

"So hang out with more nervous clever people," Robert suggested.

Rachel sat there in silence as Robert nodded his head. "No one wants to hang out with the nerds because they get seen as one, to which I say, who the f cares? You're there to get your degree."

"I want to enjoy myself too."

"Which you can through starting your studies early and actually revising and not vising." Robert said as Rachel looked at him confused.

"Re meaning, you do it again and not for the first time," Robert explained.

"Got it."

"Rachel, you'll be fine," Robert said as he looked at her. "It's a memory test. You remember what you learn, you'll pass."

"Is a man's equivalence of 'you'll be fine' the same as our equivalence of 'I'm fine'?" Rachel asked as Robert laughed hard.

"If that man is going to push you off a building then maybe," Robert said as both of them laughed hard.

"Rachel, I want you to know that even if you feel pressure because of my law firm, the only thing you have to do to please me is to come out of there with a degree," Robert said which sent a warm feeling inside of Rachel, the warm reaction causing her to smile.

"I think you should use that for your personal quotes collection," Rachel suggested.

"When you say things the way Shakespeare was meant to be heard, you're damn well right I'm keeping a diary full of personal quotes," Robert said.

"Aren't a lot of them from Braveheart?" Rachel asked.

"Mel Gibson took that speech from me in '95, true story," Robert said.

"I wouldn't have wanted to be his lawyer in 2009," Rachel commented before taking her phone out.

Harvey was busy watching the highlights for the baseball on his phone Gordon watched from time to time in response to the sound of anything that excited the commentators.

"How are they playing?" Gordon asked.

Harvey sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "Don't you know the result?"

"I missed the game last night," Gordon said. "Fell asleep in the middle of it."

"I think they're gonna end up losing." Harvey commentated. "I'm turning this thing off."

"Find out who won though," Gordon suggested as Harvey checked on his phone. He turned it off and looked out, shaking his head harder than before. "How are you feeling Harvey?"

"About the season or Harvard?" Harvey asked.

"The latter." Gordon clarified.

"Confident."

"That's the spirit," Gordon said, ecstatic.

"You're not concerned about me being on my own?" Harvey asked, confused.

"Of course I'm concerned but this is Harvard. The creme de la creme. I don't have to worry about your safety because they probably have security guards there anyway."

"I don't think they have."

Gordon pauses.

"I'm sure they'll have some kind of security anyway."

"And if they don't?"

"Then I'll have to rely on people not having the tendency of wanting to attack Harvard studying lawyers."

"I'll just tell them I'm not rich anyway," Harvey said as Gordon scoffed

"What did the doctor say about your shoulder?" Gordon asked.

"That I was going to experience discomfort painkillers should be fine."

"Opiates?"

"Over the counter ones."

"As long as you're not on opiates, you should be fine. You're not planning smoking crack cocaine are you?" Gordon asked as Harvey's eyes widened in shock. His mouth opened a little but no words came out. "That isn't a no."

"Of course not."

"Good because if you mix that with the alcohol and opiates, then it's goodnight sweetheart for you, my boy," Gordon explained like an expert.

"You watched the documentary on opiate addiction didn't you?"

"It scared the freakin' ba-Jesus out of me," Gordon said as Harvey burst out laughing.

"I won't do that."

"Good, because-"

"I know, I know. Opiate overdose." Harvey said.

Gordon looks at him and pats him on the shoulder a few times before realising what he was doing. "Oh crap, that's your injured shoulder."

"It's fine, you didn't break anything."

"I'm worried I will."

"You won't, you'd never hurt me," Harvey said as Gordon looked at him one last time before smiling and driving.

Mike had a very concerned looking on his face as he was trying to go through different ways of saying the thing he wanted to say. He tried saying it in different accents, adding and subtracting different words in but he couldn't bind the balance. Finally, he founds the courage as he faced his Grandma and took a deep breath.

"Grandma, I don't think you should put cookies out for Santa this year," Mike said.

"Why's that dear?" Edith asked.

"Because finding out that Santa would come to your house and eat your cookies as a kid was exciting but as an adult? It's creepy." Mike explained.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I thought I was being nice by letting you keep them out there," Mike said.

"It would've saved me milk." Edith commended.

"And cookies," Mike added.

"Remember what I used to tell you about cookies?" Edith asked.

"I don't," Mike said, trying to remember.

"That they're the best way to a woman's heart," Edith said as Mike looked at her, knowing what her motive is.

"You want me to find a woman there, don't you?" Mike asked, trying to clarify.

"You'll pass all the exams anyway. So why not try?" Edith asked.

"I don't think I will," Mike said, shrugging.

"You remember everything, it's impossible for you to fail unless you get expelled so whatever you do, please don't get expelled." Edith pleaded as Mike smiled.

"I'll try my best not too," Mike said putting his hands up.

"When are you planning on calling me?" Edith asked.

"As soon as I settle down," Mike said.

"Just don't call me in the middle of the night or else you'll scare the shit out of me," Edith said.

Edith managed to find a spot in the car park next to the entrance of college as Mike placed his things from the boot onto the floor. He got up and walked towards Edith.

"This is where we unfortunately depart," Mike said as he gave a hug to Edith. He placed his chin on top of her head. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," Edith said as she wiped the tear from her face. They broke their hug as Edith took a breath and composed herself. "Call me."

Mike nodded his head as he watched Edith get into her car and drive off.

Mike entered into the reception and saw a receptionist at the end of the room. He walked towards her and rang the bell on the desk.

"You didn't have to ring the bell." The receptionist said as she turned away from her computer desk to face him.

"I'm a simple man, I see a bell, I ring it," Mike said as the receptionist sighed.

"Name?"

"Ross, Mike Ross."

The receptionist started to type his name on her computer as she clicked on a few files and links a couple of times. She twisted towards her desk and opened the drawer taking out a key, placing it on the counter in front of Mike.

"It's 237."

"Of course it's the room from The Shining," Mike commented.

"Do you know how many people would die for the room?" The receptionist asked.

"I'm guessing every geek," Mike asked as the receptionist nodded.

"It's not cursed."

"Can you promise that?"

"Based on previous experience, abso-friggin-lutely." The receptionist said confidently.

"That's enough to convince me," Mike said as he took the key, placing it inside his pocket.

Mike got out of the elevator and placed the boxes outside his room and managed to relax. He cracked a few fingers before hearing the elevator door open again. He looked back and saw someone with long black hair coming out and walking to the room across him and placed her boxes onto the floor.

She looked back as both of them stared at each other, lost in the colour of each other's eyes.

"You new here?" Mike asked.

"I am," Rachel confirmed.

Mike stood awkwardly rooted to his spot, trying to think of a line before shaking his head. "Sorry, I was expecting you to say something else for some reason."

"Like me being here for a while?"

"Probably."

"Do I look that old?" Rachel asked as Mike opened his mouth, trying to think of the right words to say.

"I don't know how to answer that," Mike said.

"Honestly is the best place to start," Rachel suggested.

"Well, you know what they say about asking a woman about her age, right?" Mike asked.

"If people still find Jennifer Aniston attractive the older she gets, then I say, screw the age conversion." Rachel said.

"I was more of a Phoebe person but just that's me," Mike said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Me being?" Rachel asked, probing him.

"Oh, Mike Ross," Mike said extending his hand.

"Rachel Zane." Rachel said shaking his head.

Mike quickly broke the handshake as he felt a sensation like none other. He wanted to feel it again but was worried about what it would've entailed. He looked down at her boxes and back up at her.

"You want me to help you put your things in your place?"

"If it's not too much trouble?"

Mike opens the door and looks inside in astonishment at how it was bigger than he thought it'd be. There was a kitchen with a dining room, a bathroom for each room, a double sized bed.

"I don't know how Harvard can afford a place like this?" Mike said.

"Through hundreds of years of exploiting rich people's money," Rachel explained.

"It was a rhetorical question."

"Not so rhetorical anymore." Rachel said smiling.

"What are you studying?"

"Law?"

"So am I."

"Really?"

"Where are you from?"

"New York."

"So am I," Mike said as both of them looked at each other, in shock.

"Where around?"

"Brooklyn."

"New York, New York." Both of them said at once.

"Why haven't I seen you before?" Mike asked in astonishment.

"You probably have." Rachel said in defence.

"I remember everyone's faces," Mike explained.

"Is that your superpower?" Rachel said, teasing.

"Na, I just know a pretty face when I see one," Mike said.

Rachel paused as Mike realised what he said. He looked down at her and widened his eyes before looking at the door.

"Anyway, I've gotta quickly put my stuff away before someone steals it," Mike said pointing his thumb to the door.

"Oh, sure, don't let me stop you from doing that." Rachel said shaking her head.

Mike shook his head awkwardly, opened his mouth trying to say something but decided not to make it worse and instead put his hands on his hips.

"See you later?" Mike asked as Rachel smiled.

"See you later."

"Stupid, stupid Mike," Mike uttered to himself, shaking his head as he took his key out and opened his dorm room door.

"Close the door behind."

Mike heard that and knew that it was probably his roommate so he closed the door after lifting his things into the room. He looked up and saw Harvey closing the fridge door as he threw Mike a can of coke. He caught it and stared down at it.

"I'm more of a Pepsi guy," Mike said.

"They don't have Pepsi," Harvey said as he opened his can and walked towards Mike.

"The name's Harvey Specter," Harvey said as he extended his hand. Mike stared at it before shaking it. "I'm studying Law. And all you have to know about me is that when I get that degree and kick ass, there'll be only 5 people more famous than me."

"Only five?" Mike asked.

"God, Jesus, Muhammed Ali, Albert Einstein and Barack Obama," Harvey said as he sipped his drink casually.

"What about Trump?" Mike said.

"We don't talk about incompetent people in the same room as me," Harvey said.

"Won't everyone be incompetent if you're the sixth famous person on the planet?" Mike asked, opening his can and sipping from it.

Harvey thought about it before nodding his head. "What's your name?"

"What's your name?" Harvey asked.

"Mike Ross."

"What are you studying?"

"Law."

Harvey's mouth turned into a grin as he patted Mike on his back. "We're gonna have some good times together kid."

Harvey walks off as Mike stared at him in confusion. "Why'd he call me kid?" He asked himself.

Donna places her things onto the floor, closed her eyes and knocked on the door in front of her.

Rachel opens the door as Donna stands in the hallway.

"Are you Rachel?" Donna asked.

"The receptionist gave you my name?" Rachel asked. "Because I never gave you my name."

"Everyone talks to Donna, that's what Donna does," Donna responded.

"And you're Donna?" Rachel asked as Donna nodded.

"I like referring to myself in the third person," Donna explained.

"Isn't that a little vain?"

"You need to be vain as an actress?"

"You're going to act?" Rachel asked, her mouth open a little.

"Don't ask," Donna said, remembering the conversation with her mother in the car.

"No, I think it's cool." Rachel said, defending her reaction.

"Sounds like we'll get on fine sister. Can you just open the door so I can-"

Rachel opened the door and helped Donna settle in before both of them collapsed onto the couch, across each other.

"Have you met anyone?" Donna asked.

"Just the boy across us." Rachel said.

"Are you planning on meeting him later on?" Donna asked.

Rachel thought for a bit before a smile crept on her face. "Probably."

"You like him, don't you?" Donna said, smirking.

"Based on-"

"-Donna instincts."

"It's gonna take some time to get used to calling yourself, Donna." Rachel said.

"Donna likes doing that," Donna said nodding her head. "But first, let's get some beauty sleep in, I could do with it right now."

"Don't we all?" Rachel asked before closing her eyes.