Hi, everyone. I just needed something to get me through the week before the finale so here's my take on what might happen. Roughly put together, I hope I did justice to the characters. This is the first chapter in a two-shot fic. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the show, nor its characters. This is merely a figment of my imagination.

Chapter 1:

Tears fell, words were exchange, confessions were made. Harvey looked at Donna as they were standing in the middle of his apartment, quite unsure of what to do. Despite their relationship seeming to be back to normal after she kissed him, a nerve was struck earlier that day that led them to this situation. Now, neither can even remember what had them fighting in the first place. That fight eventually led to more layers of untouched feelings and before they knew it, they were discussing their 12-year complicated relationship.

After an hour of back and forth, they reached their tipping point. "What the hell do you want from me, Harvey?!" She yelled, almost begging him to stop this charade.

He didn't like them like this, they were rarely in a screaming match and he hated every single one of them, today wasn't any different. For what seemed to be the millionth time, he said, "I want you to tell me the goddamn truth!"

She sobbed even more, moving to his couch to take a seat. She couldn't take it anymore and she was exhausted of fighting with him. He followed and took the seat next to her, making sure that there was enough space for her not to feel trapped but also enough for her to know he was there.

"Hey." He spoke softly, almost whispering.

She didn't answer.

"Donna, please look at me."

Her tears were uncontrollable and she shook her head subtly but he saw.

"Please." He wanted to guided her head to look at him but decided against it, knowing that she just needed a few minutes.

They sat there for a while until he heard her take a long breath. She finally looked up and stared into his eyes; his heart broke at the sight before him. He'd only ever saw her like this twice before and he mentally punched himself for being the reason for both those times, including now. He wanted to reach out and put his arms around her but he also needed some peace of mind so he let her say what she wanted to.

"I lied…" She said sniffing. "Before…. when I told you I didn't feel anything when I kissed you, when I said it wasn't about me, when I said I got what I wanted - " She was rambling and she just needed to let all of it out but he stopped her because he could see her difficulty and he got what he wanted to hear.

"Shhh….shhh…. It's okay" he finally got to put his arms around her, holding her tight. He wished he didn't have to yell at her but he knew it was the push they needed to move forward. They had been using subtext all afternoon and it wasn't going to get them anywhere.

"I'm sorry, Harvey" he heard her say through his dress shirt.

"No, I'm sorry for yelling. You don't deserve that. I am, however, glad you finally told me the truth." he released his arms around her and moved his hands as he intertwined them with hers.

She was confused; this wasn't the Harvey Specter she knew. The Harvey she knew wouldn't have been so calm about her lying. She almost expected him to yell again after her confession. But now, he's there beside her, holding her hands.

"Why?" he suddenly asks after moments of silence.

"Because I was afraid" she answered with no second of doubt. "Every time I brought us up, you'd always give some bullshit answer that doesn't help any of us."

With that, he looked down, ashamed because he knows it's true.

"I have long since accepted that, Harvey. I've accepted that you'll never be able to give me a straight answer and I was fine with that until that night."

"What do you mean? What changed?" he asks in a low tone; his eyes glassy and filling with tears.

Donna didn't know if it was right for her to tell him what Louis and Mike had before she kissed him. Instead, she said "I grew tired". She knew that that would hurt him but it's all she could think of at the moment.

He did feel hurt but he couldn't blame her. They had been tip-toeing around each other for long enough.

"For the record, I wish you hadn't" he says.

"Hadn't what?"

"Lied."

They both looked into each other's eyes and saw something that wasn't there before. Each just waited for the other to say something. Harvey goes behind the couch and places his hands behind it. She moves to stand and face him but stays on the other side of the couch. The sight reminded her of the night he came over to say he was turning himself in. He looked so defeated and helpless, just as he looks right now.

"Look Donna, I don't really know what to say here but one thing I know for sure is that we have to stop pretending". He is looking at her with tears filling his eyes and he takes a deep breath.

She walks over to him, takes his hands and turns him around to face her. He then sits on the back of the couch and prepares himself to say the next few words.

Holding her hands still, he says "I'm tired of fighting this thing between us and I know you are too. There is so much I need to say but let me start with this." Seeing his struggle, she lets go of his hands and brings them behind his neck, moving her thumbs in circles as encouragement and support, just like he had given her a while ago.

"I'm right here, Harvey" she bites back a sob as she hears him sniff.

"From the moment we met, I knew that there was something about you. You were unlike anyone I have ever met and it was like a breath of fresh air. I told myself that I needed that, you, in my life, so I asked you to work with me. Our relationship for the next 12 years, I admit, was rough but worth every fight and every disagreement. I don't know who I would be today without you and you, undoubtedly, made me the best version of myself". He was on fire and he didn't want to stop knowing that he was so close to saying what he really wanted to say, but she interrupted him.

"Harvey, you already told me all of these and what makes you think I don't already know it?" she gives him a small smile, almost a smirk.

He holds up a finger and says "You didn't let me finish. I'm getting there, jeez woman."

They both chuckled at the banter until it went back to seriousness.

"What you don't know, or what you weren't sure of is my exact feelings for you, for us. Sure, I was grateful for your loyalty and our friendship but there is something more. There has always been something more but I've only realized it recently."

"And what is that?" she asks, half desperately wanting and half afraid to know.

"After patching things up with my mom, after Paula, after the panic attacks, after everything that has been keeping us apart, I realized that I love you..."

She open her mouth to say something but he speaks before she does.

"I swear to God, Donna, if you ask me how again..." he sighs and continues. "You wanna know how I love you? I am in love with you. I think I always have been."

He wipes the tear on her cheek that decided to let go. He hates that he had to put her through so much just for him to be ready. She didn't deserve the words he had said before, the hopeful acts of love but didn't lead anywhere. Thinking back on the years he had put himself first, he didn't want to anymore. He decides to give her what she needs. She needs him.

Her thoughts are all over the place and her vision is blurry from the tears sitting there waiting to fall. She's not quite sure of what she heard but it was the best sound she could have ever asked for. A way of relief and happiness came through her and she thanks all the Gods there are for the man in front of her. She didn't deserve him, despite what everyone says. He may have had his issues but she didn't deserve his love, his heart so big that he'd do anything for her. She couldn't think of anyone else that would do all the things he has done for her in the years they've known each other.

"I am so sorry that we've wasted so much time. I am sorry that I had to put you through all my bullshit throughout the years. I am sorry that you felt unwanted." He looks straight into her eyes.

What was he saying? She never felt unwanted, given his declarations of "I need you" over the years. She wished she could tell him that but her mouth wouldn't say the words wouldn't come out.

It took him a few seconds to think of what to say next. "I once told you that you never have to feel scared again because I will never let anything happen to you." He remembers the conversation they had after closing her case.

"All the while, I was the one hurting you the most, and trust me when I say that I will never forgive myself for that. But now I'm making you two promises that I intend to keep for the rest of my life. First, you will always hear from me. We've struggled with communicating the important parts of our lives and I don't want that to be the case anymore. So, from now on, I will tell you everything. You can read me all you want but the words will come from me."

"And the second?" she asks between sobs.

He takes another breath before continuing. "I cannot guarantee that we will never fight. I cannot guarantee that I will never run again. But what you can always count on is me coming back to you. I don't care about the place or the time, I am making a promise to you now that whether times are good or bad, nothing will ever stop me from coming home to you." He has never said anything like this to any woman before but after all, she's different.

"I never want to cause you pain or doubt ever again. I think you've had enough of that already." he smiles at her.

There she was, right in front of him, and he still feels her hands on his neck. He moves to stand up, still leaning on the couch and he looks deep into her eyes. Thankful that she's still here listening to him, he's never felt so relieved in his life.

"I'm ready now, Donna. I'm finally ready to be with you, that's if you'll have me."

She doesn't say anything; her tears are uncontrollable now. Instead, her hands release his neck and she steps forward until she's standing between his legs. Her right hand comes up to play with his slightly messy hair, ruffled from his frustration earlier while her left lands on his chest. He closes his eyes at the touch.

"Oh, Harvey -" she studies his face, eyes closed and relaxed. She could tell it took him a lot to say what he did and she loved him even more for it.

"Hey... " she got no response. She needed him to see her eyes for what she's about to say.

"Could you please open your eyes?" she asks quietly. She's still playing with his hair as she slowly guides him to look up.

He finally lets her see those beautiful eyes of his, now filled with tears. Why can't he stop crying, he thinks. It was probably because of the woman in front of him and he just hopes that she gives them a chance.

She smiles. "I'll have you forever, Harvey."

In that moment, he releases a breath he didn't know he was holding in. His tears started falling again and all he could do was move in to kiss her. He grabs her face and presses his lips unto hers, needing it like air. It was more passionate than he ever had imagined and he couldn't believe that they actually did it. They're together.

She stops him before it could escalate further.

"Harvey, wait..." she laughs at their sudden urge for affection. "As much as I want to continue this, Mike and Rachel's wedding is in a few hours, we can't be late." She says, suddenly remember their duties as the Best Man and Maid of Honor. She hears him release a sigh and he gives in, muttering something about bad timing.

She gives him one last peck on the lips before she moves away from him.

"Ray is just downstairs, he can give you a lift." He says holding her hand, still not wanting to let her go.

She thanks him and goes over to the counter to get her bag. He's watching her move and she looks so natural in his home, like she belongs there. He smiles at the thought, not knowing that she catches it.

"What are you smiling about?" she tells him with a huge smile on her face as well.

He wonders if he should enlighten her with his thoughts but he decides to make her curious instead. He could get used to this he thought, when in fact that was their natural banter for the past 12 years.

"Oh, nothing important." He gives her a grin. "Tell you what, I'll pick you up at 5 and I'll tell you then." They're back to that teasing exchange they were so used to. He sees her thinking in her head, wondering what she'll come up with now.

"Ok, but till then I'll give you something else to smile about." She moves closer until she's about a foot away from him. That teasing smile is plastered all over her face and she could see the heat going up to his head. He tries to keep a poker face, pretending he isn't affected by the sudden intrusion of space. She's so close and if he could just grab her….. No, they'd be late for the wedding, he thought.

"And what might that be, my dear." Dirty thoughts fill his head as they are both taken aback by his own words but Harvey realizes that it felt so right. He should get used to those nicknames now and he mentally notes to decide on one for the future. God, what is this woman doing to him.

She leans closer to whisper in his ear, "I love you" followed by a kiss to the cheek. When she comes back to facing him, he has the biggest smile on his face, she was right.

"I love you too."

"See you at 5, my dear." She throws the nickname back and leaves his apartment.