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He was getting stronger. He went through exams, needles, medications, full body scans, and questionnaires. He was patient and he sat through it all, but he was getting stronger and he wasn't going to take much more of it.
Officer Robert Shepp was with him too. Going through all the same shit only with more talk back. He asked about legality and ethics. But all they did was shut him up by removing his tongue after one of their coma sessions. Now he had to learn sign, but there wasn't much hand moving anyway. Not when they had you doing exercise all day everyday.
Mike didn't speak. Not unless spoken to. He knew the legalities and figured out the loopholes. He didn't need to speak to the doctors. In their eyes, Mike and Rob are just lab rats. He saw that and he knew they didn't care about his thoughts. Just his condition and how he acted. How he performed. What they had created. He waited very patiently to show them.
Rob started looking at him funny. Would shoot Mike looks as they got their blood drawn. Mike would just stare back, giving nothing away anywhere. It didn't take a genius to know that they were always being watched.
So Rob created a new communication system. Mike caught on quick. The doctors did not.
They stared at each other from across the room on exam tables as the white coats poked and prodded.
They were stronger. They were smart. They were ready.
[SUITS]
Maybe they were stupid.
There was no security. No strong aides to keep them under control. Nothing.
Maybe they forgot. Maybe they trusted their lab rats too much.
But the maybes didn't matter. Mike and Rob were out of time.
The higher ups had come for a checkup. Come to see what the doctors had done with the corpses they had received. The higher ups didn't know Mike and Rob were alive. Didn't know they were pretty much super humans. Didn't approve of the use of live subjects.
Do the lab rats were to be terminated. There were to be no trace of this unorthodox science project left.
They brought them into a room with two beds with IV stands by there sides. Rob glanced at him. He twitched his hand to let his friend know that he was just as suspicious.
They were made to lay on the beds and strapped down. The IVs were inserted into their arms and something was injected into it. Mike turned his friend to look at Rob then turned it the other way to stare at the glass window in the room. Behind it looked some really official monkeys in suits. He frowned.
Rob started to seize. His head flipped back towards the man. His brain started to scramble. His heart started to beat faster. He held his breath. His best friend stopped moving.
"Rob?" He tried to sit up. "Officer Shepp!" The doctors restrained him more. He fought until he lost control of his own body. Darkness clouded his vision. It was over...
Until it wasn't anymore. Everything was bright. Vivid. Sharper. All his senses as well as the pain throughout his body was like the knob was turned up to high.
His eyes flew open as the IV was being removed from his arm. He turned his head to see Rob being wheeled out on the gurney. The pain stabbed at his heart, but not emotionally. Literally. Like whatever they had injected him with was fighting to stop it.
The doctor who stood over him jumped back in surprise. He took that as his cue.
He sat up, his restraints removed after he was thought dead. His body moved fast. He swung his legs around and planted his feet solid in the ground before pulled back his arm and breaking this doctor's jaw. He turned and ran for the open door that the doctors were trying to close as the officials called in for back up.
He ripped the phone from one of their hands and threw it up against the wall. Alarms started going off.
Mike took off towards where Rob's body was sitting on a gurney, left alone by afraid doctors. He tried to wake him, hoping Rob was just like him.
"Come on Rob. Wake up Officer Shepp!" He got on the table and tried CPR.
"Get off him." A voice suddenly said into his ear. Mike wheeled around, looking for the speaker. His heart was beating real fast, hurting. He knew that voice.
"It's no use. You need to get out of there." Mike hesitated. What the voice was telling him was true, but he couldn't leave Rob behind. He pulled his friend's body over his shoulder and took off down a hall just as bullets started to whizz by. He felt like he was at war again.
Mike turned a corner and saw a door. He went through it and came face to face with a doctor. The same doctor who he had met however many years ago. The one who started this. Who changed him. He couldn't stop his hand from coming up and closing around the man's throat.
"Doctor Greene. Nice to see you again." The doctor pawed at the hand on his throat and started at Mike with wide, frightened eyes. Mike saw red when it came to this man. This man who made him this way. A super soldier. An indestructible toy to toss away whenever they felt like it.
He let go of the man, jerking back then laid Rob on this floor.
"Fix him, you son on a bitch. Bring him back then get us the hell out of here. I know you can do it! I'm still alive!" Mike started yelling when the doctor started backing up and claiming he couldn't and that it was too late. "Did you ever once think of us as human beings? Because I never thought of you as one, and I could break your puny little insect neck if you don't do as I saw." He picked up the doctor by his lab coat and threw the man towards Rob. "Bring him back!"
"I can't, Mr. Ross! It's too late. It's a wonder you're still alive. The poison they injected into your veins was meant to dissolve you from the inside out. You shouldn't be standing there, talking to me. You should be a cold body on a slab, not breathing!"
Mike started pacing, the footsteps outside the door to this lab was getting louder. His head started pounding. He had to make a decision, but he couldn't leave his friend.
"Fuck! Why?! Why did you do this to us?!" He ran his fingers through his hair. Looked at his friend one last time before turning to the doctor. "Tell me how to get out of here. Tell me or I won't just kill you, I'll make you beg for it."
Doctor Greene stood slowly, his hands raised. "They're not going to let anyone lea-"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID!" Mike yelled and grabbed the man by the arm, yanking hard as he twisted it up out if place. The doctor screamed and crumpled to the ground.
"Okay! I'll get you out!"
Mike finally started to calm down.
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"Hey, man. Wake up. We're here. In New York."
Mike blinked his eyes open slow and processed his surroundings for a second. New York. In the cab of some eighteen wheeler with a very strange southern truck driver. He rubbed his eyes.
"Damn, thanks. That was quick." He stretched a little.
The trucker laughed. "It's always quick when your asleep. You sure you're going to be okay? You remind me of an old army buddy of mine. Quiet. Withdrawn. Jumpy. I didn't turn out like that, but he did. Some mission he was in on his third tour. Poor man was never the same."
Mike ran a hand over his very sort hair. They had kept it trimmed in the lab.
"Yeah. Never the same. Sounds like me." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the wallet that he had taken from Doctor Greene. For a seemingly smart man, he did carry a lot of cash. He tried to give some to the trucker, but the man refused.
"No. You keep your money. You didn't cause any trouble and I was already on my way." He was giving Mike a sympathetic look.
Mike looked down and put the money back "Thanks. You're very kind." He gave the man a shoulder pat before hopping out and pulling the hood of the jacket he had bought over his head and started walking down the street.
Soon, he wasn't thinking about the kindness of strangers anymore, but of the last words the doctor had said to him.
"They'll find you. They'll find you and they'll put you down. Especially if you kill me."
Mike rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to kill you. I just want you to get in the trunk. Besides, I have the law on my side. Going to be pretty hard explaining why you want to kill a supposed dead man so bad. There are many ways this can play out. I see many of those ways falling in my favour."
Doctor Greene hesitated. "It would be pointless trying to run back to your old life. They'll put a tail on anyone you knew and just wait for you to approach. You wouldn't be able to make any plays."
Mike closed his eyes, getting impatient. "Just get in the trunk, Doctor. If you were so worried about me then you should have never brought me back."
"I saved your life!"
Mike drew his fist back and popped the man right in the eye, knocking him out. He picked up the body and shoved him in the trunk of the car.
"No, Doc. You ruined it," he said right before he slammed the trunk closed and started walking.
[SUITS]
Mike sat in the rain, hood up and head down, watching the plaza across the street from him. He hadn't been able to resist. He had to see him at least once before he tried to start a new life.
He nibbled on a hot dog at the cart in front of the huge glass building he used to call work. It was about lunch time for the rest of New York and the streets were crowded with umbrellas and unfortunate people running without them to get to where they needed to be.
He watched as a black car pulled up to the sidewalk and the driver got out and rushed around the car with umbrella in hand. He opened the door and a man in an impeccable suit stepped, out on the phone. Mike's breath caught and he imagined that if he tried hard enough, he could hear that voice from across the street.
"Staff Sergeant."
Mike's heart stopped and he bit his lip. A man with an umbrella in a black suit sat down next to him and pressed a gun into his side.
"Don't try to run."
Mike lifted his head and the hood fell from it. He stared straightforward and watched Harvey get off the phone and turn to thank Ray. He smiled and this made Mike smile. At least the man he loved was happy.
Harvey turned a little bit more and seemed to notice the two men on the park bench across the street from him. His smile turned into a frown and he turned a little more to see. Mike watch Harvey and saw the man mouth his name. Ray turned to look to and suddenly Louis was stepping out of a car behind theirs and walking up to Harvey, snarking something. But Harvey wasn't listening. He looked both ways before starting across the street.
The man at Mike's side made him stand, jerking at his arm. Mike let the man pull him down the street in a quick walk. Too full of emotions to stop him yet. Plus there was a gun.
Harvey...
"Mike!? Mike!" Harvey's voice called out behind them. Mike could hear his footfalls. Mike couldn't breathe. He watched as more men in black suits came up to intercept him.
Harvey!
He twisted his arm out of the man's grasp and grabbed the gun from his other hand. He got up close and personal, pressing the muzzle into his abdomen. The others stopped when they saw.
"You won't shoot," he man said. Mike cocked a brow and brought the muzzle up a little higher. He smiled and lowered it back, placing it into the man's waistband.
He the pushed him hard enough to make him fall on his ass.
"Stay the fuck away from me, you weirdo!" He shouted, getting some people's attention. He started stepping backwards. "Don't you ever touch me again, you piece of shit!" More stares.
"He's got a gun!" Someone yelled and most people ran away. A brave few jumped on him and held him down until cops arrived. Mike turned to walk away, satisfied with this play so far. The other men were a little busy with helping out their friend.
"Mike?"
Mike jerked to his left at the voice in his ear. The same voice he had heard in the lab when he was escaping. He was suddenly face to face with a soaking wet Harvey Specter. He held his breath.
"Oh my God." Harvey's hands went to cup his face. "Oh my God, it's you. Your alive." The rain did nothing to hide the man's tears.
"Harvey, we can't just stand here." Mike tried to start walking, but strong arms closed around him and a warm face was pushed against his neck. Suddenly, an umbrella appeared overhead and they were being walked back across the street to the waiting car. Harvey pulled away and wiped his eyes. Louis was standing there staring at him with a pale face.
"Mike Ross. God. Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Mike frowned at Louis and was about to say something smart, but Ray got their attention.
"Let's continue this in the car, shall we?"
Mike nodded. "We shall." Harvey slid into the car first, then Mike, then Louis. But right when the door closed and Ray came around to the driver side, Harvey sat up and twisted in the seat, locking his lips securely with Mike's. He was surprised at first, but couldn't stop himself from kissing back.
Louis made a gagging noise and was about to get out if the car, but Ray took off. He was forced to climb over the two into the front passenger seat before Ray rolled up the partition and called Donna. He took them to a hotel.
Harvey pulled back for air eventually, panting.
"You're alive," he breathed.
Mike ran his fingers through his hair and sat back. "I'm so sorry."
Harvey was crying again, running his hands all over Mike. "Sorry?"
Mike looked at him with sad blue eyes. "I can't stay. I shouldn't be here with you. It's too dangerous."
Harvey pulled away and started shaking his head. "No. No! You're here. You're alive. I just got you back. Please. Please, Mike don't do this to me again."
Mike looked into his love's eyes and wanted to cry himself. This was going to be harder the longer he stayed with the man.
"Just... just stay long enough to tell me what happened to you. Will you do that for me?"
The soldier closed his eyes and sighed.
"I would do anything for you, Harvey. Anything."
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