A/N- You know that I don't own Suits. I really don't. I think that Macht and Adams may just own a piece of me, but I don't own them, their characters, none of it.
No profit- no ill will- no malice, you all also no my standard disclaimers, and yet, I keep typing them.
I never know if I should say anything to the readers of Well Then… when I post something that ISN'T WT; It isn't that I don't love y'all, as sweet merciful hippos, y'know I do, but sometimes, these guys demand to speak their part.
To my readers who aren't here because of Well Then… Wow, thank you!
So, yeah, just another little thing…maybe a touch S2:01 spoilery, but again, maybe not. Not beta'd, as I haven't found anyone to beta my Suits stuff yet.
Well, Enjoy
What is Mine
Most people would never understand.
Most people wouldn't even care to try.
A few, like Donna, got it immediately.
Jessica figured it out over a meal, a late night.
Louis doesn't want to see it, but he knows it is there.
Jenny, Rachel, they try and tell themselves that it cannot be right. Jenny knows better, and Rachel will learn the hard way.
Gran knew deep in her old bones, the moment she first heard, saw, Mike say his name.
Hervey was probably born knowing, and Mike literally running into his life just confirmed it.
Mike, poor sweet Mike, he didn't know until shortly after Jessica.
Harvey will do anything to protect what is his own.
Harvey will do anything to protect the things he loves, the people he loves, and the pup he loves.
It was 4 in the morning when Mike knocked on Harvey's door.
It was 4:05 in the morning when Harvey, disheveled, hair a mess, but obviously not having slept, opened his door.
It was 4:10 in the morning, when stumbling, half-undressed, one hand tangled in Harvey's rather glorious hair, the other clutching at the small of Harvey's back, that Mike heard the whispers in between the searing kisses.
"Mine….welcome home….where you belong…my pup…my Mike…my own…."