Title: and we make them real.

Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.

Warning: None you don't already know about

Note: Still in 2nd POV - Harvey; bold italics is the alternate reality Harvey dreams about

Note2: This is the last chapter and I just wanted to thank everyone that has reviewed/alerted/favorited.

The pounding on your front door matches the pounding in your head.

You rise shakily, stumbling forward – trying not to lose the contents in your stomach as you make your way towards the door.

"What?" you growl.

"Where have you been," Mike looks breathless and scared and concerned.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's been two days, Harvey," Mike is still looking at you and all you can see is him underneath you with his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he screams your name.

Then what he says hits you.

"Two days?" you're awake now and the headache has been pushed firmly into the back of your mind.

You hadn't lost time like this before. Not since your brother was hospitalized and you were lost in all the different futures where he was dead and gone and you were truly alone.

"Don't worry, Donna's been covering for you," he said. "She told Jessica that you got hit by a bus or something."

You breathed a sigh of relief and felt your hangover beginning to creep back over you.

"And what did she tell you, Mike?" you narrowed your eyes at the associate.

"She told me to ask you about Wes," Mike sounded scared again, like he was afraid of the answer. "She also wanted to ask you what we were going to get him for Christmas."

"She said 'we'?"

Mike nodded.

You muttered a curse under your breath and opened the door wider. When Mike didn't step in right away, you grabbed him by the tie and pulled him in. Closing the door and still holding Mike by the tie, you lead him to the couch.

"Sit," you ordered him.

He did.

"I'll be right back, I need to shower. Stay. That's a good puppy."

He snorted and looked away.

-x-

When you come back into the living room you pretend that you don't Wes pacing, talking to Mike about a girl at school that he's in love with.

Mike, of course, can't see him so he's watching you and not the pacing teenager.

"So, who's Wes?"

I'm Wes, says the memory, waving his hands in front of Mike's face. Dad, are you even listening to me? Hello?

You shake your head and it does the trick, Wes disappears.

"Mike," you sit down in the armchair, it's as far from Mike as you can get. "What I'm about to tell you – it's something that no one else except Donna and my little brother know about. Do you understand? And I need you to be absolutely quiet – do not interrupt me."

Mike leans forward, interlaces his fingers, and nods.

You take a deep breath and begin.

"Every little thing you do; every little choice you make – it has an effect on your future," you keep your eyes locked on Mike. "When you turn left, you find a dollar and get a soda. When you turn right, you get hit by the car and loose a leg and you never see your children again. But, when you cross the street, you avoid the accident, you find the dollar, you get the soda, and you meet the love of your life.

"Mike, I dream about all of these different futures. I dream about how all of the little choices that we've made over the course of our lives lead to us being together. I see all of the possibilities and how they play out.

"Usually, I don't know which future I'm going to dream about. But, for the past two months I've been dreaming about one. I won't tell you everything – I don't want that sitting on you. Just know that Wes is from that time – and he's someone that you and I love very much."

Mike just stared at you, you watched as he silently processed – breaking down the information and studying it and working to understand.

"You said, 'we've made over the course of our lives lead to us being together'," you narrowed your eyes. "We're together?"

You scrub a hand over your face.

"A lot of the time, yes," you say. "But I was having the dreams about us a long time before I even met you. You can imagine Donna's reaction when I told her it was you."

"Is that the real reason you hired me?" you could see a smirk playing at the corners of Mike's lips.

"No," you rolled your eyes at the young man's hubris.

You watched quietly as Mike stood and walked over to you, he was smiling a goofy smile as he placed a hand on either side of your head and leaned down.

The kiss was soft and unsure. And before you could pull back, Mike was crawling into your lap, one hand at the back of your neck – nails scraping at the back of your neck and holding you firmly in place.

-x-

You opened your mouth to threaten the boy, but then you felt Mike's hand on your arm and a glance at him told you that he knew what you were about to do and No, stop it, Harvey.

You pouted.

"So do you always drive with the sirens on?" Mike turned to Wes.

The boy had the decency to look a little ashamed.

"No," Wes bowed his head and kicked at the sidewalk.

"Well, anyway, why don't you strapping young lads grab our bags and take us here," you handed Wes a slip of paper with an address on it.

"What's this?" he asked.

"You'll see when we get there."

-x-

"So we adopted a boy?" Mike is plastered against you, drawing invisible patterns against your skin.

"Yeah," you smiled at the ceiling.

"Why did Donna want to know what we're getting him for Christmas?"

"Well, the first year he was in Los Angeles, we bought him a new gun. Second year, a new gun; third, a wedding. The year before last we got him a red Tahoe, but it was wrecked when he was chasing a bad guy. So last year we got him another one, only black."

"And this year?"

You smiled.

"This year, he got a divorce and has been living in a hotel. So this year we bought him a ridiculously large house."

"How ridiculously large?"

"It was over five million dollars."

You watched as Mike's mouth dropped open.

"We have that kind of money?" he asked in a hushed whisper.

You nod and pull Mike up for a deep kiss.

-x-

Mike stopped in front of 9199 Thrasher Avenue. His mouth dropped open and he looked at the two of you.

"Who lives here?" he asked.

Mike tossed him the keys and smiled,

"You do, son."

"You didn't—"

"Merry Christmas," you smiled and got out of the car.

"People are going to think that you're taking bribes," Travis said, clapping Wes on the back.

Wes could only stare at the house (mansion, really), his jaw hanging open.

"It's already fully furnished," Mike grinned, slinging an arm across his son's shoulders and pulling him forward.

"It's really more for us, than it is for you," you said – just to put Wes out of his misery. "No child of mine is going to live in a hotel. Well, not unless he owned it, but we both know that there's no hope for that as long as you're working as a detective."

"Your father just doesn't want to be living in squalor when we come to visit," Mike summarized.

"I don't live in squalor," Wes defended himself.

"Not anymore," you smiled.

-x-

It's been a year now and tomorrow, you and Mike are getting married.

And a week after tomorrow, after your honeymoon in Bora Bora – you'll be picking Wes up from his last foster home.

THE END.

P.S. - The address actually exists and the house really is for sale. Just google image the address and you'll see why it's $5,000,000.