Hey everyone! You will have probably seen quite a few fics where Mike is Harvey's adopted son (I know I have), but even so, I wanted to write one myself that's a bit different.

There will be a lot of father / son fluff, but don't worry; there is an actual plot, and there is gonna be lots of drama and angst later in the story ;)

Harvey sat down on his bed, his mind racing. He was meeting his son tomorrow. His son. Whose mother was dying of cancer and whose father hadn't even known about him for the past 14 years. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. His life was about to change. Big time.

A few hours earlier…

Harvey held his phone up to his ear, impatiently listening to the ringing noise. His new associate better pick up this time.

"Hello?" He heard the quiet voice from the other end.

"Did you file that patent?" Harvey said immediately.

"Um... Well… I- I didn't get a chance yet, I was still finishing those briefs from last-"

"If you don't get that patent filed and on my desk by 10:00 tomorrow you are fired," Harvey said, in his usual commanding tone. And he meant it. This wasn't the first time Rick Sorkin had messed up like this.

"But I don't-"

Harvey took his phone away from his ear and cut the idiot off. He wished he hadn't hired Rick in the first place. The job of an associate was to make the partners' lives easier, not give them even more work and stress. Harvey was starting to wonder how the guy had even made it through Harvard. He seemed good enough from the interview, even if he wasn't exactly what Harvey was looking for, but he just couldn't handle all the work. Harvey was pretty sure that even that useless one, Hector Gunderson, was a better lawyer.

Harvey walked to his kitchen, putting his phone in his pocket, and poured himself a glass of water. He wasn't in the right mood for scotch. He lifted the glass to his lips, and was about to take a sip when the doorbell rang. Harvey really wasn't in the mood for this either.

He put his glass down and marched over to the door. Who would be calling round at 9:00 in the evening?

When he opened the door, he looked at the person in front of it for a moment. Then he frowned. "Do I know you?" He asked, cocking his head. He really didn't recognise this strange woman who had turned up on his doorstep. Her hair was ragged and a dull shade of blonde, like the colour had been sucked out of it. It hung loosely, tugging at the edge of her face, the expression of which looked very sullen. Her skin was pasty and thin, and looked like it had been stretched out over a network of light blue veins and two puffy eyes.

"I didn't think you would recognise me," She said bluntly, her voice surprisingly strong. And surprisingly familiar. "I'm Julia Ross,"

It took a moment to register what she had said. Julia Ross. The name rang a bell, but Harvey couldn't quite place it. He paused.

And then it hit him. Julia Ross, the beautiful secretary Harvey had gone out with years ago. But this couldn't be her. The Julia he knew was an energetic, stunningly beautiful young woman, whose face was always lit up with a smile. Harvey faltered for a moment. "Um… Come in," He eventually said, standing aside and holding the door open for her.

She walked into the room and Harvey closed the door behind her, wondering what the hell she was doing here. He hadn't seen her in what, 10 years? What was she doing showing up at his doorstep now? He motioned for her to take a seat on the couch.

"How long has it been since we last saw each other? 10 years?" Harvey asked, sitting down opposite her.

"15, actually. 15 years and 2 months," She replied. Harvey looked into her eyes, noticing the sadness that lay there. She had the eyes of an old woman, waiting for her own death.

"Wow. That long," Harvey said, raising his eyebrows. He noticed how precise she was. Most people would just have said '15 years', or even 'about 15 years'.

"So… What are you doing here now then?" Said Harvey.

"I'm dying, Harvey," Julia said, almost casually. "Of cancer,"

Harvey's mouth suddenly went dry. He didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry," He mumbled. He wasn't so much sad as confused. He had broken off their relationship only a week after it began. And that week was 15 years and 2 months ago. Why would she be here now? Why was she coming to him?

"Harvey… I don't know how to say this," She said, looking into his eyes. Harvey felt his heart begin to race faster and faster with every second. "I have a son," She said finally.

Harvey frowned, confused. Why had that got anything to do with him? Unless… No. It couldn't be.

"He is 14 years and 5 months old," She said finally.

Harvey let out a deep breath. The maths wasn't hard.

This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. It wasn't real. It was just a dream. Harvey closed his eyes, breathing heavily. Then he got up and started walking around. He paced around the apartment, not even looking at the woman sat on the couch.

A few minutes passed.

"Are you sure?" He asked her, pausing. "Are you sure he's mine?"

The woman nodded gravely. Harvey stood there, leaning his head against the wall and staring at the ceiling. There were a million questions bouncing around in his head, pushing at his skull, all trying to escape.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked, looking at her for a reply. "All you had to do was pick up the phone!"

"I tried. I did. But… I deleted your number from my phone after you broke it off. And you moved away, to another city a few days after. I tried to track you down, but I just couldn't. I did everything I can think of, I really did,"

Harvey rubbed his forehead with his fingers, and pushed them through his hair. He was trying to stay calm, but he had a son. He was trying to deal with this rationally, but he had a son. He needed to sit down and take deep breaths but he had a son. Harvey Specter was a father.

He was happy inside, somewhere inside. Somewhere inside him he was happy. But the happiness was covered in dread, in regret, in confusion. He walked quickly to the kitchen, picking up the glass of water and drinking it all in one gulp. Julia just sat there on the sofa, looking down at her hands.

What had she said earlier, she was dying? That would mean… Harvey put his glass down, harder than he meant to, and a metallic noise rang out. Julia tensed up for a moment.

He wasn't ready for this. To be a father. The news had just come out of nowhere. He had a son. A fourteen year old son. A teenager. A boy. A child. A kid. A huge responsibility. Someone who would look up to him. Someone he would look after, would bring up. His bachelor lifestyle would be out the window, and he wasn't even married.

Who was he to bring up a child? He didn't have the first clue about any of that. He didn't even remember what it was like to be a child. Thinking back at his own childhood, he realised that it was so, so messed up. How was he meant to raise a child properly when he didn't even know what a proper childhood was?

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He couldn't keep thinking about the negatives. That would get him absolutely nowhere. Instead, he asked, "What's he like?", trying not to let his voice shake.

Julia's face instantly lit up with a smile. "He is amazing. He is handsome, and clever, and kind, and smart. Just like you. And his mind… He has an amazing mind," Julia's eyes start to brim with tears. "You will love him, Harvey,"

Harvey leaned against the work top, trying to clear his head.

"Are you doing anything tomorrow evening?" Julia said, hesitantly, breaking the silence.

"Why?" Harvey asked, butterflies flooding the pit of his stomach.

"What I'm trying to say is…Do you want to meet your son?"

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Harvey lay down on his bed and pulled the covers over him. He felt… strange. Yes, there was a strange and unknown feeling rising up in him, rising up against the panic and the anxiety of it all. He couldn't place it. He hadn't felt it before in his life. It wasn't a bad feeling though. It was definitely good. Most of his feelings came from his head or his gut, but this one didn't. This one was coming straight from his heart.

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Harvey could not concentrate. He just couldn't. He was tapping his fingers against the desk and playing with his pen, trying to check through the merger agreement. He could read a few sentences fine, but then his mind would start to wander.

He was meeting his son tonight. His son. The words sounded strange an unfamiliar in his head. He was a father. That word sounded scary. It wasn't just a word. It was responsibility and… well, more responsibility. He leant back in his chair, chewing the end of his pen in his mouth. There was so much to think about; money, school, raising a child.

But it wasn't just that. He was nervous and unsure.

It wasn't a feeling he was familiar with. Even before appearing in court he was calm and collected, simply because he knew he would win.

But this time, he didn't know if he was going to win.

Would the kid even like him? Would he be angry at him for leaving? Would he just not want to see him at all? And what if Harvey didn't like him? Was that even possible; not to like your own child. That was what Harvey was most scared of. Himself.

"Harvey, did you get the patent? I put them on your desk as soon as I could,"

Harvey looked up to see Rick, his associate, standing in front of his desk, his hands clasped in front of him, and his bright blue tie far too skinny.

"No, I didn't. You're fired," Harvey said casually, looking down at his laptop screen again.

"But… I… No. I definitely put them on your desk," Rick said, his face filled with pure panic. "Donna will tell you, won't you, Donna?" Rick looked over at Donna's desk.

Donna shook her head, shrugging.

"No, I'm telling you Harvey, I came in here at 8:30 and put them right there," Rick motioned to the front of his desk. "Wait…" He said, noticing something under a pile of papers. He pulled out a few dark blue files. "Hey! They were here all along,"

"Oh yeah, I remember now," said Harvey, trying not to smirk, his eyes still glued to his laptop screen.

Rick did not look happy. "Oh, very funny,"

"What do you mean I'm funny?" Harvey said loudly, looking up and staring intently at Rick.

He looked terrified. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I was just-"

"Relax, I was just quoting a movie," Harvey said, rolling his eyes. "You've seriously never seen Goodfellas?"

"Um… No… I don't think so," Rick stuttered.

Harvey looked at him with incredulity. "Where have you been all your life?"

Rick opened his mouth to answer, but Harvey cut him off. "Actually, don't answer that. Your tie says it all,"

Rick lifted up his tie, studying it. "I don't see what's wrong with it? It's just a tie. It's a nice tie. I like this tie. It's actually my favourite. I think," He said nervously.

"And therein lies the problem," Harvey said, raising his eyebrows. "Anyway, you need to go and get Mr Waldon from the lobby. The practise deposition is starting in 5,"

Rick nodded, turned around and walked out.

"Never watched Goodfellas…" He muttered to himself, shaking his head.

"Some of us have actual lives…" Donna said jokingly.

I am going to have a life, in a few hours anyway. Harvey thought, his mind turning, once again, back to his son. He stared at his shelf full of records. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Donna coming in.

"Okay, you haven't been a total dick to Rick today. You only insulted his tie, not his face, or anything else, like you usually do. You didn't even try to think of a 'Harvey Specter cool guy witty comeback' just then, my ears are hurting from all the tapping you've done, and you keep staring into empty space. Also, your hair isn't as gelled as it normally is, but you have looked yourself in the mirror loads of times this morning-"

"How could you possible know th-"

"And your shirt collar is slightly creased. Hmm… You are feeling guilty about something… You did something you want to make up for… And you are…" Donna paused, faking a gasp. "You're nervous about something!" She finished.

"I am not nervous about anything, and if you think I'm feeling guilty, you're in the wrong offi-"

"Either someone in your not immediate family has died, you are meeting someone you haven't seen in a while and feel bad about the way you left it, or-" Donna studied Harvey's face.

"That's it. You are meeting someone you haven't seen in a while," Harvey's reaction told her that it was true. "And you want to make a good impression but not seem to… Formal… You want to seem more casual. So it's definitely something personal. And you-"

"Hey, Donna, I'm gonna cut you off right there, because this could take a long time and I'm busy," Harvey said.

"You're meeting a kid, aren't y-"

"Donna!" said Harvey, raising his voice slightly. "I don't want to talk about it right now, alright? And as I've already told you, I am very busy. I need to get on with my work,"

"Alright then," Donna said, raising her hands in surrender. She walked out of the office, leaving Harvey alone.

It was going to be a long day.

Thanks for reading everyone! I would love to know what you think and would really appreciate reviews :) Also, if anyone has any ideas or suggestions for this story, or others, then feel free to PM me!

Hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter of HARVEY SPECTER: LAWYER AND FATHER