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He had a son. Oh God he had a son. There was a 16 year old sleeping in his condo right now! Harvey hasn't talked to his family for quite some time. Well, there's his younger brother which he checked on occasionally. Truth be told, even if he wasn't ready to be a father, he couldn't live with himself knowing that he abandon or ignored his own blood. Blood that needed him. What if he dreamt all this? Maybe, he had two much whiskey the night this stressful dream occurred. Harvey sat up and put on his well-tailored suit, and walked to the guest room. He opened the door and peaked inside to find Stiles sprawled out on his stomach, hand dangling from the edge of the bed, peacefully sleeping. No it wasn't a dream. This was all real. He was about to leave when he heard mumbling.

Stiles shifted comfortably in his sleep; grinning. "hm, you're dirty."

Harvey rolled his eyes, paused, and then stepped closer to Stiles hovering above him. What was he going to do with the kid? He can't just leave him here; God knows how the apartment would turn out. Maybe he'll take Stiles to work just this once, but how was he going to explain this to everyone? Mine as well announce it to the world that Harvey Specter has a long lost son whose clumsy and weird, not to mention his given name.

"Stiles." The kid didn't even flinch. "Stiles get up," he tried louder.

Stiles shot up, "Hmm what happen."

"Get dressed we're leaving."

He rubbed his eyes tiredly and stifled a yawn. "You know, if people were meant to pop out of bed, we'd all sleep in toasters. "

"Meet me in the kitchen when you're done," he said ignoring Stiles' sarcastic remark.

Five minutes later, Stiles entered the kitchen fully clothed. Harvey placed a bowl of cereal in front of the sleepy teen as an act of kindness. At least, for someone like him. Dragging his feet along the way, he slumped in the chair and began devouring his breakfast.

"Damn, kid. Did they at least feed you anything while you were at foster care?" He was just like Mike. His appearance was described as scrawny, but at least he wasn't short for his age.

"Mmhm," was Stiles' reply. "So, w'ere 'r ee going?'

"Don't talk with your mouth full." He snapped. Day one and he's already sounding like a father. Go team. "And to answer your question we're going to Pearson Hardman."

"What's that?"

"A law firm."

Stiles gulped down his cereal. "You're a lawyer?"

"I did say law firm."

"That explains a lot."

"Finish up; I don't like to be late."

Stiles snorted in his bowl, "No kidding, woke me up at the crack of dawn," he muttered.

"What was that?" Harvey asked.

"Uh, nothing." He said quickly and placed his empty bowl in the sink. "Let's go."

Stiles blabbed the whole car ride, but the benefit of it though is that he got to know more about the teen. For instance, he's a talker no doubt, likes some girl named Lydia, played lacrosse, and is obviously sarcastic. Ray pulled over the side walk in front of Pearson Hardman. This was it, it was time to face his fears and answer all those questions that would soon aim at him. Harvey stepped out of the car just in time to see Mike lock his bike. Out of all days he chose to come to work early today, great.

"This is new. Keep this up and I might as well give you a raise." Harvey said approaching Mike.

Mikes eyes lit up," You mean it?"

"No."

"You always know what to say to upgrade my mood."

"Listen I want you to meet someone."

"Oo is it another date of yours?"

Harvey's face twisted in disgust. "No! Don't go all pedo on me kid." Harvey turned around and saw Stiles looking up at the sky, as always, his head in the clouds. "Stiles!" Stiles jerked back in shock and inclined his head towards Harvey, and jogged towards him.

"Mike meet Stiles. Stiles this is Mike, my associate."

Mike held his hand in front of him and Stiles shook enthusiastically. "Sup, I'm Harvey's-"

"Let's get going shall we ladies?" he interrupted, and entered the building.

Stiles turned and faced Mike, "Does he always lower your self-esteem like that?"

Mike pretended to think for a moment before answering. "Only about 99.9% of the time."

They followed Harvey into the firm. Now that was a close one. It's not that he didn't want Stiles to fully introduce himself, okay maybe a small part of him did, but it's just that he wanted to do it himself. There was no use in keeping it a secret because people were bound to find out eventually. So, when the puppy actually asks him 'What's your relationship with this 17 year old kid who looks like you, and by any chance are you two related?' Then he'd have to answer, but as of right now he hoped Mike would keep his mouth shut. Harvey stepped inside the elevator and quickly pressed the button. Mike groaned as the elevators doors closed in Harvey's smirk.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that." Stiles snorted.

"Yeah well, knowing Harvey that wasn't surprising at all." Mike said and stepped in another elevator only to be followed by Stiles.

"So, is he always this mean?"

"Huh, yes."

"Really?" Stiles said. "So, it's not some temporary thing?"

Mike glared at him, "Are we talking about the same Harvey? Because the Harvey I know is always is verbally mean. "

Stiles just hummed in response. As they waited Mike grew sort of fond of Stiles. They chatted about their favorite books, movies, music, most of which they had in common. He learned that the boy was a fan of many things he was a fan of, and to top it off Harvey's almost treats him the way he treats Mike! Almost.

When they stepped out Mike pointed in the direction of Harvey's office. "That's Harvey's office." He heard his name being summoned by this one pretty brunette. "Well, that's my cue. It was a pleasure meeting you Stiles." With that said, Mike took off.

"See you later!" Stiles cried. He walked towards Harvey's office, even from a mile away he could tell that it would be something as luxurious as his condo.

Donna looked up from her compute, eyeing the strange 'new kid next door.' "Um, little boy you can't go in there." She called.

Stiles moved away from the glass door and stepped in front of her desk. By god she looked familiar. Stiles took in her strawberry blonde hair, and nostalgia just socked him in the gut. " I'm waiting for Harvey."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Uh…no."

"Then you can't go in."

"You don't' understand I'm kinda with him."

"No you don't understand. No appointment, no Harvey. Besides I've known him for years. I think he would mention that he's with a fourteen year old boy."

Damn, she's scary.

"Donna, be nice." Harvey teased while approaching. Stiles sighed in relief and scurried in after Harvey. Once in the office, Stiles gaped in awe at the signed basketballs, baseballs, expensive leather couch, the stunning view- again. When Stiles's back was turned Donna mouthed 'who's the kid?' to Harvey.

'Later' Harvey mouthed back. He shifted his attention at the teen who circled his office gaping at everything as if he were in Solomon's treasure vault. "Sit down before you hurt yourself." He said.

After touring around the office Stiles handpicked a record. "Who's 'The Spinners'?" he asked. What he really wanted to ask was that hasn't he ever heard of mp3?

Harvey snatched the record from Stiles' hands. "I'll have you know that 'The Spinners' were the most defining pop bands of their time."

"Soo, no Coldplay?" Harvey glared at him. "Okaay that's a no. What about the Joe Bros? M'kay that's a no too. Hmm...One direction?" This time Harvey glowered.

"Harvey, Mike needs you for the settlement meeting with Johnson. Things are getting ugly in there." Donna said through the intercom.

Harvey pointed his finger at Stiles before leaving. "Sit here and don't touch anything. Understood?"

Stiles nodded, and Harvey left.

Harvey walked into the room to find a red faced Thomas Johnson screaming at Mike. Truth be told, this man was so outraged that he could hear his insults outside of the room. And just when you think Thomas' anger management was totally controlled.

"-YOU AND YOUR DAMN FIRM!"

Harvey started immediately. "Listen, you cannot afford for the details of this case to leak out during trial. Your only option is too settle." Harvey said curtly.

"I AM NOT SETTLING YOU PRETENTIOUS BASTARD!"Johnson roared.

"Last chance Tom. You can sit your ass in trial and let the court document become a public record, then land yourself into deeper shit which you know you can't get out of, or you can settle." He finished, pushing the contract towards him.

Stiles walked in and that's when everything went downhill.

...

(BEFORE STILES WALKED IN)

Stiles was bored. He was tired of throwing the baseball up in the air and then catching it reluctantly. His eyes bore holes into the ceiling. Man, he regretted not charging his phone. He could have listened to music, played games, text Scott, but no he just had to be lazy! His mind traveled to this morning (pshh it was still morning) when Harvey stopped him from revealing who he was to Mike. Was Harvey ashamed of him? Embarrassed maybe? Sure he talked excessively sometimes and was clumsy, but surely he couldn't be that bad?

Donna cut his train of thought through the intercom. "Pouting gerbil come here."

"I'm not a gerbil," Stiles said approaching.

"Then what are you?"

"Abominable Snowman."

"That's real funny. Listen, I need you to take these files to Harvey." She said and handed Stiles the files. "Try not to screw it up."

He saluted her and went on his way.

Stiles walked in and paused awkwardly, oblivious to the fight. "Um Donna sent me to give you thes-"

"Not now Stiles." Harvey snapped.

Thomas shifted his attention to Stiles. "Oh look, another one of your little bitches came to bite."

"Leave him out of this." Mike said defensively.

"Screw the settlement. Get your ass out of my firm." Harvey barked.

Tom stepped in front of Harvey, invading his personal space. "I'm going to make you regret the day you messed with me." He said gritted through his teeth.

"I'd like to see you try." Harvey retorted.

To everyone's horror Thomas' huge self charged at Stiles with sonic speed and grabbed helpless teen, his feet hovering above the ground. As soon as Thomas threw Stiles he immediately made contact with the glass wall, breaking everything into little tiny pieces.

"STILES!" Harvey screamed and dropped to the floor beside him. Everyone had seen the horrible scene unfold before them.

"Someone call 911!" Mike shouted.

Harvey held Stiles' head in his hands, a horrific bloody gash on the side of his head. "Stiles wake up!" Harvey said frantically.

Stiles groaned. It felt as if someone had stuck tiny needles all over his body and banged his head with a hammer. The pain was unbearable. "Stay with me kid."

"S-top…yelling," Stiles managed to say. Everything was so loud.

"I'm gonna kill that son-of-a-bitch!" he fumed.

Mike put his hand on Harvey's shoulder. He's never seen Harvey this angry, not even when he got busted for getting high. "Don't. Let's worry about Stiles now. You can kick his ass later."

Donna rushed in to see what all the commotion was about, but then stifled a scream and knelt down before the three. Harvey gently lifted Stiles's head onto his lap, brushing out the small shiny pieces of glass out of his hair. "I'm as sparkly as Edward Cullen, aren't I?" Stiles groaned.

"Nothing can stow away your humor, can it?" Harvey asked.

"uh-uh," he moaned.

The paramedics rushed in and lifted Stiles onto a stretcher. Harvey, Mike, and Donna followed them all the way down to the first floor. Harvey saw them handcuff Johnson. With one final glance at Stiles he jogged to Thomas. Harvey slammed his hand against the roof of the car and lean in, so that he was face to face with that monster.

"If you EVER come near that boy again or my firm mark my words I will hunt you down, and end you right on the spot!"

Thomas smirked, somewhat content to cause the lawyer pain, as the car drove away. Harvey climbed the ambulance and sat down next to Stiles, eyes never leaving the teen, and started thinking hard about how he almost lost a son he just earned.