A/N: I know this chapter is short and a little weird, but I'll explain things better a little later.

Disclaimer: I don't own Suits.


Angels were supposed to be kind. Angels didn't lie. Angels kept you safe at every turn, but kept out of sight at every look.

All that there? Somewhat true.

Angels tended to be as kind as humans, which meant not often. Angels did try to keep from lying, but would if they had to. Angels frolicked around heaven, happy and uncaring of the world below. You never had to worry about seeing one on earth unless it was fallen. Angels were jerks with wings who threw off the impression of love and happiness when you looked at them.

But Guardians and Archangels were a different story. They were the hard workers. They were the fighters and protectors. They knew kindness mattered. They knew the truth was better than the lie. They were angels too, but they weren't the same.

Pure angels were created and placed in heaven. Guardians were born of humans blessed with the grace of an Archangel and Archangels were born of select fallen Guardians.

There was becoming a shortage of both warriors because it took long periods of time to train a Guardian and not every fallen Guardian became an Archangel.

Mike Ross was just the beginning of an army of the second strongest angels to be. But the demons seemed to be getting just as strong.

Hopefully, he wouldn't be alone for too long.

~*SUITS*~

One Year Later

Harvey was depressed. Or so a woman with some weak degree keeps telling him.

He could sue the hospital for all they're worth and then some for all the shit they've pulled so far. And he probably would once Mike woke up.

In the year that Mike had been in a coma, Harvey had been the only one not willing to give up on the man, but everyone else had.

"He has no brain activity, Mr. Specter. We should really start thinking of organ donation before they start to fail. It's a miracle they haven't yet."

"No. I'm not pulling the plug on him. I'll just get him transferred to another hospital if you're not willing to take care of him until he wakes up."

"But he's not going to wake up, Mr. Specter. And we can't risk transferring him right now."

"Because you want his organs for your hospital. You don't even care about him. I love him and you don't even care."

"Mr. Specter-"

"No! Get out. I want a new doctor."

Harvey sighed. That argument was five months ago. And since then, the good doctor had called in a psyche council to talk to Harvey and maybe convince someone that he wasn't in his right mind to be power of attorney for Michael Ross.

Yeah, right.

Every night, after work, Harvey came to visit Mike and read case files to him. Sometimes he just sat there with his head laid on the bed next to the man and holding his hand. Donna would be there those times to convince Harvey to go home and get some sleep.

Tonight, though, he had brought his laptop and Mississippi Burning ready to watch, but something stopped him. Mike stopped him.

How could someone whom supposedly had no brain activity look so alive and healthy?

"I'm not giving up on you, Mike." He took the man's hand and squeezed. "Do you hear me? I'm not giving up." He started to let go, but he felt Mike's hand twitch.

Harvey's heart rate jumped high and he tensed up.

"Can you hear me, Mike?" He felt the hand twitch again and he sucked in a breath. "Okay, I'm going to call a doctor." Excitement had him trembling as he reached over and pressed the nurses button.

Mike's eyes flickered a little and Harvey couldn't contain himself.

"What is it, Mr. Specter?" A nurse stepped up to the bed and looked at the monitors behind the bed.

"He moved! He squeezed my hand twice when I was talking to him and his eyes just moved! Watch." He ran his fingers through the blond's hair. "Mike, can you hear me? Come on, Mikey. Give me something."

It took a second, but Mike slowly turned his head towards Harvey and moved his eyes under closed lids. The nurse gasped.

"Let me go get the doctor." She ran out. Harvey smiled, tears in his eyes.

"I knew you would come back, Mike. I knew." He bent and kissed his forehead. "I knew it."