A/N: Hello, my lovelies! How are you all? I have got to say, I got some … AMAZING! responses about your names. Very cool, even if some of you thought it was weird or boring. Lol. It's still pretty cool. I thought I'd explain why I didn't reply to any of you about my name. I was planning on answering here (which I will still) since there was so many of you, but it's taken so much longer than I thought to finish this. I'm taking three graphic design lab classes and the fourth has yet to start on top of work. :/ So sleep is a no go. Lol.

On to my name. When I first read Harry Potter, before I knew what fanfiction was, I loved Sirius Black and I wanted to be part of his life. So I created a story in which Sirius had a girlfriend, Anya, during his Hogwarts years and right before that fateful Halloween night, he was going to ask her to marry him. No one knew but James, who he had told that night. Anya was pregnant and gave birth to Ananda Black, Sirius Black's daughter. Hence the Ananda Black. The 2002 came when I made it into my email. :] Ta da!

And on to the story! More on the Browns and such in the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own le toys, I just play with them. :]

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Jenny sat across from the door, staring at the phone in her hands. She hadn't wanted to believe Trevor, she really didn't. She glanced at the door when she heard what might have been Mike, but looked back at the phone in her lap when the person in the hallway had walked past. The phone looked innocent enough, yet it somehow felt heavier than normal. The screen had long since gone dark, but Jenny didn't need to see the screen to know what she would see if she unlocked the phone.

She didn't even know what she was going to say to Mike when he came home. If he came home today. Before he had gotten the job at Pearson and Hardman, Mike had been easy to get a hold of. He was always there if Trevor needed someone to get him out of jail, or if she needed to talk. It wasn't so much that Mike had changed in that regard since working for Harvey, but he was consumed by the job. He worked ungodly hours and was essentially on call for Harvey. In not so nice terms, he was Harvey's bitch and if that meant putting her second, Mike would.

Mike had explained his driving force to her once. He had this need. He hadn't explained it so, but she knew. She knew what he was like. He had a sort of hero complex that drove him to take care of people (like Grammy) and do anything he could to help them, and an intense need to prove himself worthy to people (like Harvey). It had always been there. Even though she wasn't privy to Mike's past from before she had met him like Trevor was, she was certain that he had been the same way when he was younger as well. Regardless, both combined were what drove Mike to work eighty hour weeks, to work for twenty-four hours straight, to jump every time the phone rang, lest it be Harvey or some emergency from the hospital.

Jenny sighed as she glanced down at the phone again. She loved Mike. She really did. The problem was in which way. Did she love him as just a friend? Did she turn to him because he was there like Trevor never was? Or did she actually love him? In all honesty, she couldn't tell and that scared her.

She shook the thoughts out of her head. This wasn't the time to be thinking about this. Not when she was about to confront Mike, because really, what did it matter if Mike was cheating on her? Jenny slid her finger across the screen, unlocking it to see the calls once more. Right there at the top was a picture of Rachel, that bitch, and her missed call, her voicemail.

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Mike sighed as he rode up to his apartment, relieved to be home, to be done for the day. To be away from Harvey and his questions. Hell, he hadn't even wanted to face Rachel today. That was just a big ball of shit that he wasn't willing to touch right now.

The choice between the two had been a hard one. He had liked them almost just as much as the other, but he had wanted Jenny for a while. Mike had just never really let himself think about what that would mean. Trevor was his friend. Mike couldn't do that to him, especially when Mike was sure that Jenny hadn't even thought of him in that way. But now, now that Trevor had fucked it up in the biggest way possible, now that he had kissed Jenny, now that Harvey had forced Trevor to move, now he could think about it. But by that time, there was Rachel. Rachel was smart, funny, had no qualms about showing him his place, but most importantly, she understood him on that work level as well. She worked his hours, she knew what he had to put with. But Jenny … was Jenny. She was sweet, she knew him longer, better, knew him from a time before Pearson Hardman. She kept him normal, in touch with reality. But Rachel challenged him, as an associate and as a person, something that only his grandma had ever done.

But Jenny had been with Trevor long before him.

But Rachel hadn't wanted to date anyone from the office.

Ultimately, that's what it had come down to. Was it more wrong for Mike to date his ex-best friend's ex-girlfriend? Or to pursue Rachel and have her go against her self-enforced ethics? In the end, it had been Jenny he had chosen. He had given Rachel more than enough opportunities, and had even brought it out into the open. Had Rachel wanted it enough, she would've gone for it. She hadn't. At least not until, he had started dating Jenny, and by then it was too late.

Mike sighed as he walked his bike to the front door to Jenny's apartment, not ready to deal with talking to Trevor about him and Jenny dating yet.

Opening the door, Mike saw Jenny sitting on the leather seat that faced the doorway. His phone was in her hands, and even without his memory being as it was, it wasn't difficult to figure out why that was a bad idea. The blank look on her face only served to further set Mike on edge.

"Hi," he said slowly, not wanting to give his suspicions away. He set his bag down on the counter, never breaking eye contact with her, never looking away.

"You left this here today," she said by way of greeting, holding up the offending object. Her voice was cold, and she didn't get up to kiss him like she usually did.

"Yeah, I figured that out earlier today when I wanted to call you," Mike replied, answering honestly, walking across the room to her. Really, the phone was not the same as eidetic memory.

"I got a call from Trevor yesterday." She hadn't even acknowledged his answer. There was something terribly wrong, and until she told him what it was, he would act like normal.

"Oh? What'd he say?" He stopped in front of her. Jenny was not in the mood, and he wasn't going to push it by attempting a kiss.

"To check your voicemail."

Shit.

"Why would he say that, Mike?" She stood up, going face to face with him.

Mike recognized it now. That cold anger that he had seen countless times aimed at Trevor. It had never ended well when she called up that anger. The wrath of a woman scorned. And now, it was directed towards him. He needed to do some fast talking.

"Jenny, let me explain. I-"

"Why should I give you a reason to explain?" She hadn't moved, but there was an imperceptible change in her voice that almost sent the hairs on Mike's neck up and caused his heart to beat faster with adrenaline.

"Because it's a good explanation. And I deserve to give you that at least."

Jenny stood there, almost nose to nose with Mike, for seconds that lasted hours. Right as Mike was about to plead again, she sat on the seat she had been in when he got home without a word. After a beat of palpable tension and awkwardness in which he didn't know if he had been granted this chance, she barked at him. "I'm waiting!"

Mike rushed to pull up a chair in front of her.

"Ok. Before I start, let me finish. You know I'm not great with … with my own emotions, feelings, whatever. Just let me get through before you finish. Ok?" he pleaded with his eyes, trying to convey just how difficult this was going to be. He buried everything. It was what allowed him to do for others what he could not do for himself. She nodded her ascension, and he took a deep breath before starting. "I've always liked you. From the beginning. But I was … I was too chicken to talk to you, so … Trevor did. And you guys went out. I couldn't ever do anything like that to Trevor. He's been there for me in ways you couldn't imagine. So I just forced myself not to think about it. I know he never treated you right but he was more serious about you than any other girl I'd seen him with so I thought he'd get his act together eventually. And then I got the job at Pearson Hardman and it took over my life and I met Rachel and I figured things would never happen with you and I liked her so I asked her out after several weeks of flirting. But … she turned me down. Said that she didn't date from work. That was the day I went to Trevor's apartment and gave him back his weed from the drug bust hat he set me up for and got in a fight with him. Told him he at least owed you the truth. That you deserved more. He punched me and I met you outside. I made … a HUGE mistake kissing you that night. You were still dating Trevor and it was wrong of me to do that to you, but … I don't know. I had been rejected by Rachel, you were dating my friend and all I've really ever had were one night stands and relationships I knew would never lead anywhere. I just wanted once to know what it was like to kiss you, 'cause God knows Trevor shouldn't have had you."

Jenny got up from the seat as Mike took a breath to calm himself and walked over to the window, seemingly to look down at the street. But she didn't say anything and Mike took that as a sign to continue.

"I couldn't face you after that knowing what I had done. So I just ignored your calls and kept going to work. Then Trevor got in trouble. Asked me for help. I did help, even though I was mad at him. It ended up getting him into a hostage situation that Harvey had to step in and diffuse for me. He said Trevor owed him for saving his life and that as payment, Trevor would leave the state. That he would stop dragging me down. And then there was the mock trial. Rachel had found out I was helping people cheat on the LSAT's and got pissed. She said she held me to a higher standard than that, and stopped talking to me because of it. She was usually the one that helped me with stuff around the office when Harvey wouldn't. Instead, Donna helped me by telling me to ask someone outside the office to help. You know what happened. I felt bad for Rachel. I was using everything I knew about her to mess her up on the stand and I couldn't go through with it. She thanked me afterwards. Told me she was sorry. It cost me."

Mike had his head in his hands, trying to think of the best way to continue.

"I like her Jenny. I do, but I've spent the majority of the past seven years trying to be there for you, waiting for an opportunity to present itself. So when … we happened, I wasn't about to jeopardize that. I'll admit, I flirted with Rachel, but never anything more. And it wasn't a secret we were seeing each other. We were still friends and she still helped me. So when I was stuck trying to find a reason for me to get those documents I told you about from the other lawyer firm, she was there to help. I didn't think anything of it. But then she kissed me."

Jenny spun around, looking at Mike for the first time since getting up. He couldn't look at her.

"Nothing else happened. Louis walked in the conference room after she kissed me. She left. I didn't … I didn't tell you cause I didn't know what to say. I had kind of written her off that way. I mean yeah, we had fun, and yeah she's hot, but she'd made it clear to me that she wouldn't date me or anyone from the office. I needed to think about it, about how to approach her. So I didn't say anything. And once I had lied, it spun out of control. I never meant it to go on for so long, but once you told me to choose I confronted Rachel and she denied anything. She got mad and I didn't think it'd be a problem if she wouldn't even be in the same room with me. And then that call. I just … I didn't know how to handle it. I'm so sorry, Jenny."

There was nothing for several moments. Mike looked up from his hands. Jenny was still standing by the window. Where before, she looked almost pensive, now she was livid. Her hands were balled at her sides, the muscles in her cheeks tensing as she clenched her teeth and chewed the inside of her lip angrily.

"Get out, Mike. I can't talk to you right now," she said finally, through clenched teeth. "I'll call you later."

"I-"

"Just leave!"

Mike couldn't believe this was happening. He took a breath, trying to gather his thoughts.

"Mike, I just … I need to think about everything. Please. Give me a few days," Jenny said. It was clear she didn't know how to react. She was mad, angry, livid, pissed, and a million other words that could easily describe how she felt, but she was trying to keep from saying or doing anything else that might damage the situation further.

Mike nodded, paused to take a breath before gathering his bag and his bike, and walked out the door.