So, I've had this prompt in my head for a while now and didn't know if I was going to write it. Please read and review and tell me if I should continue. Disclaimer: I don't own Suits.

He hadn't heard the word in a long time. He remembered it though, from a dream far ago. It had been a dream full of light and darkness at the same time.

It had confused him when he was young, to be this alone, but then floating in bliss at the same time. He hadn't heard the word in a long time. He remembered it though, from a dream far ago. It had been a dream full of light and darkness at the same time.

It had confused him when he was young, to be this alone, but then floating in bliss at the same time. He remembered how the dream had seemed so long to him. Almost like years had passed. But then he remembers waking up, feeling all that pain and realizing only minutes had gone by.

In the long, but short dream, he remembered voices speaking over him then speaking to him. Speaking the word. Grace. Grace. Then calling his name. Michael. He wanted to say they should call him Mike, but he had no voice to speak.

When the dream finally ended and he had woken up alone, but brand new. The voices had still spoken to him. He had gone from home to home asking who the voices were and every time he would be shipped off, assumed crazy, or abused. Until he got back to his Grammy and he was hesitant to ask her who, but he did. And she told him of stories of the angels who had kept him alive that night. Told him of a great angel who had the same name as him. She had taken him to church every Sunday and he listened to the stories, but as he got older, he heard the voices less and got less interested in the angels.

He'd gotten depressed, wondering why his parents had to go but he didn't and hating the angels for not saving them too. He had met Trevor, a demon of a boy, who had poisoned him into bad decisions. His life took a downward spiral.

And then he met Harvey and things were still stressful, but better. That is until he started to hear the voices again. That word and that name.

He hadn't been able to sleep and Harvey, the man he was in love with, was riding his ass about a case. When he finally managed to get out of Pearson Hardman at a reasonable hour, me time. He remembered how the dream had seemed so long to him. Almost like years had passed. But then he remembers waking up, feeling all that pain and realizing only minutes had gone by.

In the long, but short dream, he remembered voices speaking over him then speaking to him. Speaking the word. Grace. Grace. Then calling his name. Michael. He wanted to say they should call him Mike, but he had no voice to speak.

When the dream finally ended and he had woken up alone, but brand new. The voices had still spoken to him. He had gone from home to home asking who the voices were and every time he would be shipped off, assumed crazy, or abused. Until he got back to his Grammy and he was hesitant to ask her who, but he did. And she told him of stories of the angels who had kept him alive that night. Told him of a great angel who had the same name as him. She had taken him to church every Sunday and he listened to the stories, but as he got older, he heard the voices less and got less interested in the angels.

He'd gotten depressed, wondering why his parents had to go but he didn't and hating the angels for not saving them too. He had met Trevor, a demon of a boy, who had poisoned him into bad decisions. His life took a downward spiral.

And then he met Harvey and things were still stressful, but better. That is until he started to hear the voices again. That word and that name.

He hadn't been able to sleep and Harvey, the man he was in love with, was riding his ass about a case. When he finally managed to get out of Pearson Hardman at a reasonable hour, he was dead on his feet.

Harvey had told him he was useless until he got some rest and Donna's looks pretty much said the same.

He stepped out into the cold air and it did nothing to wake him up, but he sucked in a deep breath, shook himself into awareness and unlocked his bike.

He'd gotten about halfway home when he just couldn't take anymore. The voices were shouting at him. He thought he was crazy. Schizophrenic even. He felt like he needed help. He finally stopped his bike where he was and covered his ears with his hands.

Michael. Michael! MICHAEL!

"What!?" He screamed, finally acknowledging it with tears in his eyes. Suddenly, the voices were gone and the only thing he could hear was the too late sound of a car horn and the loud noise of impact. He didn't even remember walking out into the street. Didn't even remember when the voices stopped yelling words and started yelling warnings.

All he could remember was that split second of silence then those next moments of pain. And then he was floating again. All alone, but feeling all that bliss.

He could stay there forever and sleep. Just until Harvey needed him again. He liked that idea, that feeling. He liked it a lot. But he knew he wasn't off the hook yet. No, things were never that easy.

So, when in this darkness of light, Mike say a face with soft features and sad eyes, he knew he didn't have time for rest.

Not anymore.

~*Suits*~

Harvey had just gotten into bed when he got the call. It had been a long day of him yelling at Mike because the kid had been too tired to think straight. Harvey liked to pretend he didn't care about the kid's personal problems, but Mike Ross had somehow snuck into his heart and planted his seeds of caring in the cold soil.

He'd say it was a little bit more that caring, everything he did for Mike, if he was less of a man, but he wast. And he wasn't going to say anything on the matter at all.

But now that he'd heard what the nurse at some hospital was telling him over the phone, he'd wished he'd opened his mouth sooner.

"Are you Harvey Specter?" Yes. "You're listed in our system as Michael Ross's next of kin." Harvey rolled his eyes. What did this kid do now? Crash his bike and get a boo boo? "I'm sorry to tell you this, Mr. Specter, but Mr. Ross has been in an accident. A hit and run. He's in surgery as we speak, and I can't tell you much on his condition, but when Mr. Ross was brought in, he was not doing to great."

Harvey's heart was in his throat. Mike was in an accident. A hit and run. He wasn't doing to great.

Harvey suddenly didn't care about going to bed anymore. He was up and dressed and calling Ray all in a five minute period. Ray was quick and showed up only five minutes after that.

On the way to the hospital, he called Donna, trembling hands gripping his phone tight. She said she would meet him there. And she did.

She waited with him as they watch the doors, wanting a doctor to come and give them some good news. But when a doctor finally did come out, he was covered in blood and a sullen look on his face.

"Family of Michael Ross?"

Donna and Harvey both stood and approached.

"Hi, my name is Doctor Talley. Now, when Michael was brought it, he had severe lacerations to his abdomen and spleen, a dislocated shoulder, and his helmet did little to prevent head injury.

I've had to go in and remove his spleen and the lacerations were all cleaned and closed, but we lost him three times on the table and once in the ambulance and his head injury caused swelling to his brain. He is currently in a coma until the swelling goes down. But to be honest, Mr. Specter, nothing is looking good right now."

Harvey's world dropped oh from under him. Lacerations, head injury, swelling, and coma.Damn it, Mike!

"Can we see him?" Donna asked in a shaky voice. The doctor nodded and took them to the room.

Harvey almost broke down when he saw his associate laid up in the bed, looking so small, bruises and damages. He sat by the bed and looked over the small man and everywhere seemed to delicate to touch.

Donna watched him as he hung hung his head and murmured this to his associate, best friend and love. She did break out in tears.

"Come on, Mike. You can't do this to me. I don't think I can cope without you there to tell me I'm wrong and quote Top Gun. Come on, kid. I can't be me without you."

I need you.