Hey! Got a new multi chapter A/U fic for all of you.
Edit: Changed Mike's hair color back to brunette...
Anyway, hope you all enjoy this adventure. Hope you all love action! Well, not at first. Maybe in like three chapters there will be violence.
I don't own Suits or anything else, just the plot and any extra characters that aren't in the show. I also did almost no research on any politics or procedures, yet, only of the White House and it's layout. Other than that, I've pretty much made everything up.
Warning: Language, Alternate Universe, and you know what? It may be a slow build but I let the story do the telling so I don't what will happen.
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Edits: Tried to catch any mistakes and added and removed words like always. Nothing really noteworthy. Might have put in an extra sentence here and there.
When the scary, red headed woman came up to him, Mike was already on edge. His photographic memory placed this woman's face at his weapons and hand-to-hand combat tests in Georgia. If he looked, he could probably see her watching him take his boring written tests and those extra tech classes (which, he is willing to admit, he took for pleasure). He had nearly forgotten her when all of his instructors failed him at each final test. EACH TEST! There was no mistake in Mike's ability of completing each objective flawlessly and yet, here he was unemployed and living in a shitty apartment near the training facility all because his superiors apparently didn't like him. No matter how suspicious the young man found all of that, there was nothing he could do.
Mike's dream was to work for the CIA or maybe even Black Ops since he was smart enough for it. He was sure he could make it to the top, however high that was, and pretty much secretly rule the world. His dream might have been already impossible since he would see less of his Grammy-and that hurt him a bit- but it was a goal he was so determined to achieve. He finally had figured out what exactly he wanted to do in his life after having screwed up half of it. Now, he was utterly pissed off at the world and the government for not giving him a chance.
This had to be the most fucked up part of his life! Until, that woman showed up in his kitchen making a pot of coffee. Just, poof! Hi, my name is Creepy and I've been stalking you through most of your life.
Mike stood in the kitchen; every muscle alert in his body. He carefully watched all of this woman's movements. Even the way her white blouse and dark skirt moved were assessed with the utmost intensity. His fists clenched tightly as this fair skinned woman stepped over to the light brunette with a cup of coffee in each hand; her heels noisily clicking. Her heels gave her the height to look straight into Mike's blue eyes as she held up a cup to him. The man didn't make a move and only glared. The woman raised an eyebrow.
"It's not poisoned. That is way too beneath me and you're smarter than that. Now, relax. I'm sure you want to know why you failed all of your tests." Mike's glare softened into a confused look and there was a slight tilt of his head.
"What?" He questioned, still not taking the cup. The woman smirked and Mike knew that she knew more than he could ever find out in his lifetime. She gently thrusted the cup towards him.
"Let's get to know each other. Over coffee. And no, there is no need to put a shirt on." The woman's brown eyes- wait, were they brown or green? Maybe a dark greenish brown- twinkled at him as he hesitantly took the cup of coffee. She then walked passed him and settled herself down on his worn couch. Her ankles crossed as she took a sip of the hot liquid and sighed happily waiting for Mike to take the seat next to her.
Now, Mike was conflicted. This woman could be anyone. She could be a spy or maybe a crazy old girlfriend that was out to get him. The latter was less likely since he would have clearly remembered if he had dated someone of this woman's caliber. Then again, spy would be just as unlikely because he hadn't pissed anyone off to the point of eliciting a spy or assassin to come after him.
After another second of figuring out if the woman was going to kill him, he gave in to his curiosity and sat next to her but made sure he was as far away from her on the couch as he could go. He turned slightly towards her, ready to jump into action if anything were to happen.
The red headed woman waited until Mike took a drink from his cup and became slightly relaxed as the liquid hit his throat before she started to speak. Her head turned towards the man with a sweetened smile and set her mug on her lap.
"Hi, I'm Donna but you're going to address me as Ms. Paulsen. I'm just giving you the opportunity to know my full name in case there is a need for you to use my full name." Donna continued to stare at him as if waiting for a response.
"Um, okay. I'm-" Mike started seeing the need to introduce himself even though he had the feeling that he probably didn't NEED to. And sure enough, he didn't.
"Michael J. Ross. I know. You're thirty, even though you look young enough to get carded at a grocery store."
"Ms. Paulsen, are you jealous that you don't get carded because you don't look like a teenager anymore?" Mike joked. It was also a way to somehow lessen her confidence. Donna shot him a glare.
"Do I seem like a woman of jealousy?"
"...no." Mike answered quietly. He was a trained killer- well, he hadn't killed anyone but he was trained to kill- and he was responding to this woman like he was a toddler. This was a very weird but familiar feeling since his Grammy liked to do that from time to time.
"Oh, good. You're very perceptive, too. Harvey is going to give me a raise." Harvey. Why did that name sound so familiar? Mike continued to drink his oh-so-very-well-made coffee to hide his confusion. Did Donna bring her own coffee? Because there was no way he had this great of ground coffee hidden in his cabinets.
"I won't interrupt anymore." Mike stated. He felt that the sarcasm lingering from what she said was also a silent warning. Mike was growing to fear and respect this woman with every word that gracefully left her mouth. Donna smiled approvingly before continuing on.
"You worked your way to Glynco. Your sights were probably set high enough to put the Washington Monument to shame, especially since you have an eidetic memory and your IQ is way above average. I don't blame you. If I had your IQ I would want to take over the world. But I'm stuck controlling the world in the shadows." Mike suspected that Donna had his whole life memorized and that the inevitable was approaching but that didn't stop the man from being shocked and paranoid.
"You passed all levels of education with flying colors until you ended up in the wrong crowd and decided that in order to not take a loan out for college like a normal person, you would have to steal the school's art collection."
"Hey, the school-"
"And what did you say about interrupting Ms. Paulsen?" Mike sighed and set his mug down on the table before letting his head drop onto the back of the couch. The school was rich and they could afford to have those paintings stolen. He was just looking to have some fun while gaining a profit.
"I'm sorry."
"Aw, you're such a responsible man for admitting your mistakes." Donna smiled at him and it was sort of playful. Mike really was hoping she wasn't screwing with him at this point.
"Uh, thanks."
"You got caught but you somehow got the charges dropped and the incident never showed up on your record. Very clever man."
"Yeah, but at the expense of the education that I needed. I was expelled and I couldn't get into anywhere else. That really helped me get into Glynco." Mike made sure that the sarcasm was very clear.
"But you still made it."
"Only because I knew someone who could get me in."
"Knew? It's kind of hard to get into FLETC just by 'knowing' someone."
"Okay, I might have been eagerly persistent with the head agent overseeing the training facility and...knew a hacker..."
"So, you stalked him and committed electronic fraud?" Mike looked over at Donna with a confirming look and sighed.
"What good that did me. Everyone failed me. I know I passed those tests." Donna stayed silent as Mike contemplated his situation again. They all said he was the best but then they stopped him from progressing any further. That was the biggest bullshit he had ever gone through besides the Dead or Alive movie that came out after the games got so popular.
"So, how and why do you know all this?" Mike asked finally, remembering the woman sitting next to him.
"You're Grandma, who, by the way, is a very enlightening woman." Mike stiffened at this. Donna had met with Grammy?
"What were you doing with my grandma?" Mike was on the defensive. If his grandmother was in danger in any way he was so ready to hide her and himself from the rest of the world. If there was one thing in the world that he would protect with all of his lives-past, present, future, and after- it would be his Grammy.
"Calm down, Mike. We had a very fulfilling conversation. She only wanted to help you get the job." Mike's ears perked up instantly and he sent a curious look to Donna. The smile that widened on that woman's face made him very uneasy.
"Don't get too excited. People might mistake you as a puppy." Mike raised an eyebrow in irritation but continued the conversation.
"What job?"
"Woof woof, Mike."
"Ms. Paulsen..."
"Fine. This job is why you were failed and denied the opportunity at the CIA."
"This better be worth it..." Mike grumbled. Donna just told him that she had something to do with his failing and, yeah, he was pretty fucking pissed. This job better include some action and a high pay or else he may just hold Ms. Paulsen for ransom. She seemed like an integral part of whoever she was working for.
"Is protecting the Commander in Chief worthy enough?" Mike's breath left him as his eyes widened. The President? Protecting the President?! The secret service?! That...this...him...what?
That was why the name "Harvey" was so familiar. President Harvey R. Specter: age 40, no wife, no children- surprisingly since he is rumored to be a playboy-, and made his way up from Harvard to District Attorney to United States Senator and finally to President. The man was elected in 2008 and was now campaigning for another term. He was Republican with slight Democratic values. His first two years were rough and everyone had regretted voting for him but then he stepped out of the box and did what he had to do to save the country from going into a depression by doing some ridiculous things like pissing off congress and getting most citizens to actually like him by providing medical care even though the country was way too much in the hole. His slogan: "Gotta dig deeper before striking oil." And it had worked.
He was charismatic, handsome, and had a way with words. Mike was sure that was just for appearances and he might be a huge asshole but if the younger man was ever confronted by this gorgeous man, he was sure he would be easily talked into bed with him and Mike was mostly straight. Mostly because he preferred women but there have been times he had dipped into the other pool but not enough to stay and continue enjoying it.
But he was just going to keep it to himself. Donna didn't need to know all of that...even though she probably already knew all the names of the people he had sex with.
When Mike finally came back to Earth, Donna was snapping her fingers in front of his face. He blinked a couple of times and then tried to keep the heat rising in his face from showing.
"I thought you went into some kind of shocked coma."
"Yeah, well, it was a close call." Mike retorted welcoming the air that filled his lungs after he had held his breath.
"So?"
"So, what?"
"And here I was thinking you were perceptive."
"I don't know! I need to think about it." Donna gave him an incredulous look.
"You have the next hour to 'think about it'. The President has a rally next week and we've become short staffed. He's a very impatient man, Mike." Mike pinched his nose in response. The man almost couldn't keep up.
"Why me?" Donna sighed and stood up, her posture confident and graceful.
"Because you are the best. And the President requires the best. I'm sure you've seen me around during your last weeks at Glynco."
"Thought you were a spy."
"I'm flattered." Donna said flatly.
"But don't you guys have like some sort of process and special training that you need to go through to be secret service? I don't even have any field experience!"
"Harvey wants someone different; a blank slate, so that the only instinct you act on is protecting the President by any means necessary. Any other field experience might convolute your values and compromise his safety."
"So, he wants me to be loyal and devoted to only him and only follow his orders."
"Pretty much." Donna agreed. "Though, you will still be working on a team under a supervisor who you have to listen to also."
"That sounds like a conflict of interest."
"Your interest is only of the President's if their orders conflict with each other." Mike tried sitting back into the couch but was already maxed out. His heart was beating fast and his fingers felt numb as he continued to drink in this job offer. If he accepted, he most likely couldn't tell his grandma about it and would have to come up with a cover story if he wanted his friends and family safe, not that he had much of both in the first place, but he really didn't want any trouble for them.
"Let me remind you that you are still seen as a failed agent and you will find no job if you don't accept this offer." Donna stated strongly when Mike stayed silent for too long. He'd seen that coming.
"This is bullshit and unethical." Mike said blandly even though he knew what was coming next.
"This is the best thing that will ever happen in your life." He stared at her and she smiled as she- Mike thought- saw agreement in his blue eyes. It was an honor to serve the President so close to him. That made Mike ecstatic. His training and hard work were going to be put to the test and Mike so wanted that. He would be the most useful person around the President; he couldn't help but be giddy. And imagine the pay! Which reminded Mike...
"Where will I be staying?" Donna looked at him like he was crazy and should be in a psychiatric hospital.
"With the salary heading your way, you can stay on the moon, which wouldn't be efficient since you need to live near the White House anyway."
"I'm sure I won't be getting that salary right away and the real estate around the White House probably costs as much as it does to build a rocket and launch it to the moon. Were you expecting me to get my ass to D.C and rent out a place with Top Ramen and a bike?" Donna smiled at this making Mike almost feel proud of himself at humoring the fiery haired woman. It also could have been because the younger man had accepted the job offer by asking where he was going to stay.
"Alright, you win. I'll get you a place and a plane ticket. Just let me take care of everything." Then Donna looked at her phone. "And we still have about forty minutes. I thought it was going to take ten minutes to convince you. Very good job, Special Agent Ross." Mike almost freaked out happily at the new label.
"So? Doesn't that mean you get to leave early?
"It means you get to take me out to lunch before sitting in first class with me." God, this woman was...just...a fricking demon! Or a goddess...Mike picked the latter because it would leave him in a one whole piece and being loved instead of being in a body bag.
"You already had all of this planned out? You weren't even gonna take 'no' for an answer!"
"No, the President wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. And he wasn't going to let me come back without you." Mike stood up to better address the woman...and he was getting tired of looking up at her.
"I think there's something else going on. You are so eager to get me to take this offer that you are unethically pushing me to just do what you say-"
"It's not unethical if you have already accepted."
"Now, Ms. Paulsen. What did you say about me saying about interrupting?" Mike asked feeling confident that he now had an upper hand. There was no way the Commander in Chief would break countless of rules and laws for someone he didn't even know if there wasn't something HUGE going on. Mike received a cold stare and he nervously smiled.
"Too far? Sorry..." Donna seemed happy with that and so Mike continued.
"What's going on that would warrant the President to go out on a limb like this?" Donna stayed silent as if weighing the pros and cons of telling him.
"Since you reminded me so kindly about my situation, let me remind you this." The newly appointed agent's voice was low and serious. "I will be working closely with the President and if you want the job done right I need to know everything that involves the President to avoid anything bad that could happen." Donna crossed her arms and continued to assess the man. Mike stood his ground but felt exposed because his shirt was still missing...and he was getting cold...
"Alright, Pup." Mike cringed at the new nickname. He hoped that she didn't tell anyone else about it. "Take me to lunch and I will tell you everything." Donna walked past him, once again, heading for the door. Mike almost followed her.
"Hang on. Can I get a shirt on, first?"
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