A/N: I really hate when people start off their stories with long notes. Mine will always be at the bottom (with the exception of this one) unless it's SUPER IMPORTANT NEED TO KNOW RIGHT NOW. There will be caps lock.

Disclaimers of the usual kind: Suits does not belong to me, OC's are mine, I will be trying to be as canon as possible. No slash. Absolutely no slash. Rating will stay for now, may bump to M depending on where things go. Yippee!


"Ready to go?" Her husband's famous smile dazzled her, as it always had for the past five years.

"Yes!" Lillian rose gracefully from the car. The dress she wore sparkled and sent red flames flying off into the night. Music was pumping from the club, and the line stretched clear down the block. A smile from Alexander Hanovri the 4th—and a crisp hundred dollar bill—got them in with no problem. The music filled her ears, pounded in her head, in her chest, and in their clasped hands. He shot her a grin and let go, moving toward the bar. She tried to follow him, but they quickly lost each other in the crowd. Her long black hair swung as she half-danced through the crowd, trying to find him. Why had he let go? He had never done that before, not once in all the times they had gone dancing together. It made her anxious, to be surrounded by so many people in such a small space without any familiar faces. She made the best of it, green eyes flashing smiles to those who recognized her and waved as she made it to the bar.

Leaning back against the polished steel of the bar, she ordered a drink and paid little mind as it was pushed into her hand. The lights and the beat strobed in unison. Her head began to hurt. She sipped at her drink with a sigh to herself, suddenly reminded why she didn't really enjoy nightclubs—by herself, at least. She would have stood up on her tiptoes to look for Alex if her heels hadn't been so damn high. She had known he had wanted to relax after his big meeting this morning, but she hadn't figured that meant ditching her while he went off and…what was he doing anyway? He had never needed this sort of relaxation before. Usually his meetings with Pearson Hardman went pretty well, considering. Lillian wasn't that fond of lawyers, and as such, she rarely attended the meetings. She knew that she vaguely liked Jessica, the firm's managing partner, who was a tough lady. Other than that…

She put her empty glass down and pushed herself away from the bar. Whoa, where was that dizziness coming from? She gave the glass a confused look. Hey, she was no lightweight! One little shot shouldn't have even started the buzz. That didn't come till the 3rd. Realizing something was wrong, she turned toward the bathrooms. I must be tired, she thought, guess the day was more stressful than I thought. It was already midnight and she had been up since 5am. That must be it.

And it was the last thought she remembered having.


"Harvey, we need to talk."

He barely glanced up. "Can't it wait?"

"Do you think I'd be here if it could?"

Jessica Pearson stood in front of his desk, arms crossed. She was giving him the evil eye, to boot. Granted, he'd never tell her he considered it her evil eye, but…that's definitely what it was. He settled for "Stop looking at me like that" and sat back to hear what she wanted. She tossed a file on his desk, which she had been holding conveniently out of sight.

"You remember Alexander Hanovri?"

Harvey looked at the folder like he expected it to catch fire at any moment. "Yes, I remember him. He's a giant prick."

"People would say the same about you," she pointed out.

"Yes, but I've earned my title—he inherited his," Harvey told her as he continued to not open the file in front of him.

"Good. And now you've earned this case."

"What? No, I'm busy with the Gearhart—Langlie case," he argued. "Anything Alexander might require of the firm can easily be handled by someone else. This case is more important."

"So, you think it's beneath you?" Jessica asked, raising an eyebrow. Harvey looked back at her.

"Of course it is. I'm busy. Give it to Louis." He nudged the file away with a finger, loathe to even touch it. He didn't like Alexander. Not even a little. Granted, his personality wasn't exactly a match to most of their clients, and he was smart enough to know that not liking them didn't mean the firm didn't want their money…but he certainly didn't want to represent the man in whatever petty little dispute he had going on now.

"Louis," Jessica replied, planting one hand firmly on the steadily inching file, "is busy doing other things. Now. I'm sure you and Mike can handle such a simple case. Just take care of it." She turned to walk out of his office, leaving him to give her back the dirty look he would have given her face had she been paying attention.

"Why are you giving this to me?" his voice was demanding. She glanced over her shoulder as she pushed the door open.

"His wife is refusing to accept the prenup. I'm sure that face of yours will convince her." With a smirk of her own, Jessica sauntered away. Harvey scowled. A divorce. Great. He had only met Alexander's wife once, and only remembered that she had a nice body. He was also pretty sure her eyes were green. Maybe. He resisted the urge to touch his hair. It was perfect today and he sure as hell wasn't going to mess it up. Maybe he could pawn this off on his associate…

"Nope," Donna's cheerful voice broke into his thoughts. She put coffee and several more files down on his desk. "The client specifically requested you. No pawning on this one. You know how important Alexander has proven to be to the firm." He sighed. Million dollar donations tended to do that. Especially when it was more than one million at a time. Granted, the other big case he was working on was worth more from a monetary standpoint, but it was going to take weeks. This one would be quick and easy. Donna finished giving him her I-know-what-you're-thinking face and walked away as he flipped open the file with a sour look on that overly handsome mug of his.

Great, he thought. Reduced from multi-billion dollar corporations…to pre-nups and petty disputes. This is going to be a long day.


Once, she had a nice life. Or at least, she had the illusion of one. Now she was sitting across from her soon-to-be ex husband, in a room full of windows and light, staring into the eyes of a man who had told her he was in love with her. The same man who had promised her the world, and was now trying to steal it away from her. Was it really too much to expect him to, you know, not be a complete and total jackass?

"Just sign the settlement and we'll be done," his lawyer, the 'great' Harvey Specter said, shoving the stack of papers across the desk at her. At least he hadn't had to put that together himself. That's what Mike was for, after all.

Apparently not. Well, being doomed to be a jackass forever wasn't that bad of a fate, right?

Lillian looked at him. Her life, which had been tumbling in slow motion down a flight of stairs, suddenly sped up. "No," she spat at him. His eyebrows went up. Her own lawyer, a simpering man in a cheap suit, gave the high-powered lawyer opposite him a look nothing short of panic. "I refuse to settle. That pre-nup was a joke. No, literally!" Her husband snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come off it, Lillian," he scoffed at her. "You signed it."

"Seriously, Alex? No, wait, Alexander, that's what you'd prefer to be called, right?" Her green eyes snapped fire across the table at him. "I wouldn't want to be left behind, what with all the changes and all...I have the original, you know, and this..." she dangled the crisp, newly printed document betwixt her fingers. "This is NOT it." Now if she could just FIND that original...

"So," Harvey said, smoothly interjecting himself into the conversation. Or fight, as it was shaping up to be. Which, entertaining as these could be, he really wanted no part of. "What you're saying is...that's not your signature?"

"No," she said, focusing on him, "I'm SAYING—"

"So it IS your signature."

She grit her teeth. "Technically, yes, but—"

"Then it doesn't matter," he told her. This woman was getting on his nerves. He could feel it in his bones; if she kept digging her heels in, this case wasn't going to be as open and shut as he wanted it to be. Sure, it was a ridiculous document, and nobody in their right mind SHOULD have signed it—but she had. And she couldn't truthfully deny that it was not her signature. So, not only was this case beneath him, it was silly to boot.

His boredom showed. So did his disdain. Then again, with Harvey, that was normal.

Lillian wanted to punch him. She knew that the pre-nup Alexander had presented had her signature—but it wasn't the one they had drawn up together 5 years ago. But then, that hadn't been real. That had been a joke. Or so he had said at the time.

"It matters to me, Mr. Specter," she told him grimly. "This is my life that I'm in danger of losing to this self-righteous prick. Not yours."

"Pardon me," Mike said, leaning forward to get the woman's attention. "But with this pre-nup...you've already lost it. There's no point in you going to trial." She fixed him with her gaze and he sat back a little.

"And I'm telling you, for the last time...it was never meant to be real."


A/N: Okay, so...I don't usually write fanfiction, haha. As I said, I'm going to be trying to stick as close as possible to canon with the characters, especially Harvey. I am a huge fan of Harvey/Donna, but decided to go with an OC this time. Anyway. Onward into the depths of words and things!