A/N: extra disclaimer – I am basing this off of "Pardon Our Past" by Mina0187's fanvid. Ok so, this is going to be a long one, lots of reviews please to help keep me motivated – I'm really bad at getting to the end of stories... :D But this is a MARVEY fic, and it's going to be an emotional rollercoaster so buckle up! Tell me what you think:* Now... let's start from the very beginning...;)
SUITS
"Just one more deal, Mike-"
"No, Trevor! It's always one more! This is never going to stop!" Mike threw his fists into his hair, trying to stop the coming headache before it started. He was just so damn frustrated. Trevor had been promising him since he started dealing a year ago that it wouldn't become a thing. Well, a year later, it was still a thing – and Mike didn't want to be in the middle of it anymore.
"Mike, please, I swear to you. Just this one more to get me out and then I'm done." He pleaded, holding his hands out, begging Mike to meet his eyes.
"One more." Mike breathed, knowing he wasn't able to walk away from the man he'd known his entire life.
"One more." Trevor agreed. "But I need your help." Mike groaned. "No, Mike, please, you have to help me. I just need you to do this one thing-"
"And then what? Go to jail? What if they're cops, you said so yourself! What if I get caught doing your dirty work?" The larger man visibly stiffened at the loud words, knowing they were true. But he didn't have a choice. Mike sighed, knowing there was no way out of this – or no way that he'd be able to take emotionally... "Fine."
"Thank you, Mike. You know I won't forget-"
"Well forget it anyway." He stopped him, feeling sick to his stomach.
The night passed quietly after that, a movie playing that neither were watching, full plates sitting on the coffee table that neither had touched, and tension in the air that burned the room. It was Trevor who broke the silence. "What are you thinking?" He asked quietly, picking at a loose string from the couch cushion.
"I was thinking about law school..."
"Mike..." After all, it had been Trevor's fault that Mike was never able to chase his dream. Well... not completely. It was still Mike's puppy dogging Trevor, following him around and doing whatever he said, jumping when he said jump and sitting when he said sit. He'd let Trevor talk him into taking a test for another student. Not their best move yet...
"I was thinking about what life would be like if I hadn't ditched-"
"No. No, Mike. We talked about this. That guy was no good and you know it. I saved you from him. He was killing you!"
"He would have made me." Mike protested. "He pushed me, he kept me straight, I would be a lawyer right now if I hadn't walked away from him."
"He was no good and you know it." Trevor shook his head and stared at the screen in disgust, mind railing too hard to make sense of the moving colours. "I can't believe you."
"Says the guy who's asking me to risk my entire life to sell some drugs for him."
"That's not the same and you know it."
"How not?"
"Because at least you know that I'm grateful! I've stuck by you through everything! I know we've had our ups and downs, Mike, but I've been nothing but loyal to you. And I know the risks of what you're doing for me, and I'm grateful. That a million times more than that piece of shit ever showed you. He didn't give a-"
"Stop." Mike said, squeezing his eyes shut. It still stung to hear it, even if he'd accepted that it was true a long time ago. And despite everything that happened, he couldn't help but feel protective of the absent man.
"Stop what?"
"Stop talking about him like that."
"Why should I?"
Mike lost it. Slamming his hand down onto the hard surface of the coffee table, he turned to Trevor, fuming. "Trevor, I'm going to do this for you, and then after that... I guess we'll see where we stand." He stood and left, Trevor staring after him, eyes wide and filled with worry. Mike wouldn't leave him... he couldn't... right?
A/N: I know that was a short one, but they'll get longer as it goes. It's juuuuuuust a setup.:) And la viola! Prologue part one – complete! Prologue part two soon to come;)
