A/N: I'm still a bit new to this. Please be nice. Also, this is unbeta-ed so all mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and all rights belong to the writers of Suits on USA Network.
Notes: I wrote this based on a prompt over at SuitsMeme.
Chapter 1
***Mike***
Sunday, around 7pm
Mike stumbles out of Harvey's apartment, every part of his body hurts, is sore and bruised. He's limping. Nevertheless, he hurries towards the elevator and doesn't even care to close the door behind him, because that would mean he'd have to turn around and maybe get a glimpse again of the man still inside. What the hell had just happened? Had this been real or was this just some fucked up nightmare?
"...I'm so sorry Mike, I'm so sorry, so sorry.." He can still hear Harvey from inside the apartment when he reaches the elevator. Fuck, he forgot his messenger bag, but there was no way in hell he would turn around and go back in there. Once in the elevator, Mike can feel fresh warm tears making their way down his cheeks and is glad there is no mirror in the elevator. He wonders briefly if he'll still have a job tomorrow and then laughs at the ridiculousness of the thought, he should be glad that he's still alive. He wipes away the tears with his sleeve and continues to wipe the dried blood from his nose. When Mike looks down he notices with horror that his shirt and jacket are covered in dried blood too.
The doorman takes pity on him,"Oh my god Sir, what happened?" When Mike ignores him and hurries past he continues, "can I call someone? Please let me at least call you a cab to the hosp.." but Mike is already out the door. It's first when he's outside on the street that he lets himself relax a bit and slumps down to the ground. Soon he is sobbing freely and is glad it has started to get dark outside. He takes out his phone and dials.
"Hello?"
"Trevor, it's me."
"Mike? I didn't think I'd hear from you so soon. You know... after we fought"
Mike could have laughed out loud- after we fought. Ha! Their fight had been nothing compared to this. To be honest he had almost forgotten about their fight. It had been a week since they fought in Trevor's apartment and Mike couldn't even remember what it had been about. Trevor lying to Jenny? Jealousy?
"Yeah, I'm sorry..", is all he manages to say. Pathetic really. What is he sorry for?
Seems like Trevor is asking himself the same thing because there is silence on the other end and he can almost hear him frown, "...Mike, are you ok?"
"...no", he sniffs, "I messed up big time...I need your help."
"Okay, where are you?"
***Harvey***
Earlier that night...
Harvey wakes up to a throbbing headache. He opens his eyes slowly and winces at the pain it causes when his pupils adjust to the light. He finds himself sitting in one of his dining chairs, leaning over the table, his head resting on top of his hands. Harvey is carefully lifting his head, which only makes his headache worse. His hands hurt when he flexes his fingers and then he notices his knuckles are bloody and bruised. What the hell happened? He tries to remember but can't seem to think straight with this headache.
He slowly looks around and gasps when he sees Mike's lifeless body tied to another chair a few feet away. His face badly beaten and his clothes ripped and covered in dried blood.
"NoNoNoNoNo...", Harvey almost chants and closes his eyes. It has happened again.
But then Mike starts coughing and immediate relief washes over him.
"Oh my god", he's up and by Mike's side in an instant "Mike, for a second I thought you were.."
"Don't touch me!" Oh god, was this Mike's voice? It's scratchy like he screamed it hoarse not long ago. Mike looks at him like he's someone else. "Enough. Please, no more.."
"Mike? Mike! It's me, Harvey" he slowly reaches behind Mike's chair where his hands are tied up with a cable.
"No, please don't...", Mike starts to struggle in his chair.
"Shh, Mike relax, it's ok. I'm going to untie you now, okay?" He can see that Mike is trying to calm down. "Mike, what...", Harvey starts, but deep down he already knows the answer "...who did this to you?"
Mike looks up in disbelief, his eyes wide. "You!", he says and then looks to the side and presses his eyes shut, "..I mean Jack..." but then hesitates.
"Oh my god, Mike, I'm so sorry..." He feels sick to his stomach and reaches the kitchen sink just in time to throw up. When he's back a few minutes later he can see that Mike is still trying to free himself in the chair, the cable now loose around this wrists and chest.
Harvey kneels down and starts untying the cables around Mike's ankles. "Mike, I'm so sorry, please believe..."
"Don't! Just don't!", he snaps. "I can't..", he shakes his head unable to find the words. Mike is finally free, stands up and hurries toward the door leaving Harvey kneeling on the floor.
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