Title: Let it be my reality
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
Warning: None
Notes: bold italics is the alternate reality Harvey dreams about; 2nd POV - Harvey.
Notes2: This will be updated sporadically until I figure out where I'm going with it. I just really love this story and I don't want to rush it - thanks for being patient.
"Harvey?"
"Yeah?" you press a small kiss on the side of Mike's mouth.
"What should we get him?"
You sigh as you think about it; you don't even realize that you the two of you are slowly dancing to the sizzle of the steaks still on the grill.
"How about—?"
You jerk awake.
You stare at the ceiling; for those last few moments that you can - you're relishing in the remnants of a love you don't think you can ever have.
It breaks your heart as you think about how perfectly Mike fit in your arms, as you remember how snugly Wes had fit against your hip when he was still a boy.
You get out of bed and head to the kitchen – you won't be getting any more sleep tonight.
You see a ghost of Wes standing on his tip toes to reach the cookie jar.
You wonder what it says about you that no matter which future you're in, you always live here – in this condo. There were just some truths that the universe clung to – you always live here, Mike is always the one you love (sometimes he returns it, sometimes he doesn't), you're always a lawyer.
By the time you leave for work, you think that you've managed to shove down the dreams and all their memories.
And, when you see Mike, you pretend that you don't see a grinning Wes running out from behind him and up to you. As Mike tells you about the case, you pretend that you're also not listening to Wes tell you how he made the Little League, that he's going to pitch, that Coach says he has so much potential when he can focus on the game.
-x-
"So," Donna comes in, closes the door behind her, "have you decided what to get Wes for Christmas?"
You glare.
"They're getting stronger," is all you say, shaking your head. "They're starting to bleed over."
Donna is quiet as she contemplates.
"What does that mean?" she finally asks.
"I don't know," you say, your frustration evident in your voice. You stood and angrily gestured to the door Mike had just left through, "I just saw a child I'm never going to have come up to my desk and tell me that he's going to be the goddamned pitcher for these games that I will never be going to!"
"Maybe the universe is trying to tell you that you need to make a move?" Donna asks nonchalantly.
You glare again. Donna had been trying to get you to ask Mike out ever since you told her that he was the one your other selves were sometimes with.
"No."
-x-
You sigh as you think about it; you don't even realize that you the two of you are slowly dancing to the sizzle of the steaks still on the grill.
"How about—?"
"Don't say 'another car'," Mike interrupted. "We got him that Tahoe last year."
You chuckled into Mike's hair. His ability to read your thoughts was something you were never quite able to come to terms with.
"Is he still living in that hotel?" you word 'hotel' falls from your lips like a curse.
Mike's eyes lit up.
"Why, yes, yes he is," Mike nodded and you could already see the scheme formulating behind his eyes.
End.