This is my first fanfic, I'm really sorry if its a tad OOC but I'm just not that bad ass. My story doesn't coincide with any episode and unfortunately, like everyone else in the world besides Aaron Korsh, I dont own suits or anything affiliated with it. ( Quick self harm warning. )
Prologue
Mike stumbled through the doors into a grand hotel suite where four other young men were sitting on chairs, he smirked, they all looked the same, just another guy in a suit. He checked behind himself to realise the cops had lost him, a beautiful red head looked up at him and he mumbled words that to this day he can't remember before staggering into the large hotel suite.
I looked up from behind the desk, this was the seventh guy I'd seen today, and each one had been a waste of his time.. But this guy was different, cropped blonde hair, blue eyes with that nervous twinkle, and .. he was out of breath. Wait, what?
Chapter One
Four years later, Mike and I are the dynamic duo, the Batman and Robin of Pearson Specter ( obviously I'm Batman, contrary to what Mike believes ). Sure, there's been ups and downs.. And Mike's been a total drama queen about it all, but he's a damn good associate, a mini-me if you will.
"Harvey, Mr. Powell's deposition is in 5 minutes, in Conference Room 3." Donna's voice over the intercom brings me out of my little day dream. I'd been getting distracted a lot recently, Donna put it down to my decline into old age. She doesn't know what she's talking about, I'm at my prime. Well.. perhaps I'm not at my peak like Mike.. ah! Getting distracted again, and it always appears to be about him. I shook my head and slipped out of my chair, doing the button up on my suit jacket. I strode out of my office, quickly checking my reflection. I shook my head and chuckled softly to myself, what was Donna talking about? Hell, i've never looked as good.
The deposition dragged, I thought for once that I'd let Mike ask the questions.. but really it was just an excuse to sneak side ways glances at him as he passionately interrogated the client. His scrawly hand writing had already covered two pieces of paper with notes and he wasn't done yet. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and as Mike seemed to have the deposition covered, I stepped out. It was Donna.
"So, you going to ask him out yet or are you too chicken?" I scoffed, I wasn't too chicken for anything! "Sure Donna, I'll ask Mike out when Goose comes back to life." She laughed softly, and I wondered that if I wasn't gay, how my life would be different. I'd probably have little red headed children and a house in the suburbs. "Harvey I'm serious, it's been four years. You're just digging yourself a deeper hole. Ask him out tonight. I'll make myself scarce." I smiled nervously, slipping my spare hand into my suit pants, "That just means that you're going late night shopping with my Black card." She laughed again and hung up, I checked on my pup and as he seemed to be doing well, I left him to it.
The sun had set over the city hours before, and I was tossing my baseball between my hands. Mike had to drop off the files at some point.. It was nearing eleven, which wasn't unusual, but it was too late for a date. I picked up my jacket and slung it over my arm, aswell as files to work on over the weekend. Slowly, I walked through the bull pen, no one else was around but you could hear the faint snores of my associate, with his little ear buds still plugged in. "Mike.." I murmured, standing in front of his glass box. He moved, knocking his coffee mug over himself, clearly he hadn't been asleep long because he let out a yelp of pain as the searing coffee splashed his chest and thighs. "MIKE!" I couldn't have done anything, he sprung back, tears pricking his eyes and all I could do was stand and watch. He hadn't acknowledged my existence in his heist, and quickly started removing his clothing to relieve some of the pain. My associate looked up as I softly chuckled, "Fuck! Harvey I didn't r-realise you were stood there.." he murmured , trying to remain as modest as possible. My eyes flickered to his crotch and back up to his red face. "Your burnt Mike.." He looked ashamed, and his mouth opened as if he was going to speak, but thought better of it. "Mike.. The coffee.. The coffee didn't do that, did they?" He sadly shook his head, there were burn marks along his thighs and my heart swelled, my puppy couldn't be that depressed.. Surely? I looked at him for an answer and he spoke shakily, "N-no, Harvey, the coffee didn't do that." He paused, and I let him continue, still in shock. "I did. I keep telling myself I'll stop.. but as soon as they heal, I have an overwhelming urge to do it again. I barely sleep thanks to my nightmares, I don't have time to eat, and when I do I just throw it up again."
"Mike.." I whisper, shocked. "You're coming home with me, tonight. Get a good night's sleep away from your lighter, get some food into you, and I'll phone Jessica telling her we're both taking a day off. I'm going to help you Mike." My puppy looks dumbfounded that someone would even want to help him, and once again my heart swells at the knowledge that he's had to be pretty self sufficient over the years. He carefully dresses in his spare suit and I take the coffee stained one, throwing it in the trash.
"Hey! That was one of my good suits!" I roll my eyes as we walk into the elevator, "I'll buy you a new one, kiddo."