A/N: My apologies to the people who were hoping this would stay gen, but I really couldn't help it. I hope this is believable, because it kind of wrote itself and I lvoe where it went. Thank you so much to all who have reviewed/favorited etc. I have more views/feedback on this story than any of the others I've written ever. The Suits fandom is just an awesome thing to be a part of. I can't get over how entusiastic and active you guys are. So I hope you enjoy this final chapter of this story. If anyone is interested, I have an idea for an epilogue, but if you like that it ends here, just let me know.


-HARVEY-

Harvey grimaced at the way Mike spat his name. He knew he deserved it, but it still hurt. It was a reminder of just how badly he'd fucked up. The more he thought about how irreparable the damage was, the more he needed to repair it, to make it all better, and to regain Mike's trust.

The more Mike slipped away, the more Harvey realized he needed him.

He looked up at Mike, trying to read his expression. But Mike's face was stone. Harvey wasn't used to not being in control. But Mike had all the power here. And suddenly Harvey realized that he would do anything to win Mike back.

"I'm sorry, Mike," he looked down, unable to meet Mike's impenetrable stare.

Mike leaned his head back against the wall. "I trusted you."

Harvey swallowed the lump in his throat.

Mike continued. "That's not something I do often. Trust people. But I really thought—and I feel so stupid now—but I actually thought that you could care. That maybe I could make you proud."

Harvey couldn't bear it. He felt nauseous. "Mike…" his voice caught in his throat.

"But I was just part of a game to you." Mike snarled. "Let me ask you something, Harvey. Why? Why would you go through all that trouble just to have something to rub in Louis' face? Are you really that childish?"

Harvey felt a warm wetness in his eyes. Was he… crying? He blinked. Then he looked up at Mike, eyes blurred by tears.

"Mike… there's nothing I can say to make up for what I did. There are no excuses. But I can tell you that never, ever, have I cared this much about someone… anyone. Mike, can you ever forgive me?"


-MIKE-

Mike snorted. "I wish I could believe you. God, you have no idea how much I want to believe you," he shook his head bitterly. He meant it too. He wanted to believe Harvey, but after he'd been so terribly betrayed, his trust had vanished. Harvey was probably just here because Jessica sent him to get Mike to come back to the firm. That's all Harvey cared about. Work. And winning.

But he'd lost big time this time. Mike was done. And that was that.

Until he glanced over at Harvey's tear-stained face.

His resolve broke. In that instant, he forgot why he was mad at Harvey. That second of seeing such raw, real, emotion on Harvey's face made him realize how foolish he was being. Sure, Harvey had fucked up royally, but Mike had been given a second chance, how could he not do the same?

He crossed over to the couch and sat down, clearing his throat. "You... you really care?" he asked.

Harvey nodded.

"Say it," Mike demanded. "Tell me how much you care. I need—"

Harvey stared directly into Mike's eyes. "I don't just care about you." He paused and Mike frowned. "Dammit Mike, I love you."


-HARVEY-

He couldn't believe that he'd said it. Sure, he'd been thinking about it vaguely for a while, but it had been an abstract thought. Just something that worked its way into his head every so often. He'd never planned on verbalizing it. That was just something that Harvey Specter did not do.

Well, not before he'd met Mike.

There was no denying that Mike changed him. Something about Mike's eternal optimism, even under his circumstances, and his ability to find the good in almost anyone, including Harvey himself, just made Harvey want to be a better person.

But he'd had a reputation to uphold. And he'd thought that that was the most important thing in the world. But now, with the idea of losing Mike a real and present danger, he realized that it didn't matter at all. What mattered was fixing the mess he'd created. What mattered was Mike.

A few seconds had passed since he'd made his declaration. He stared at his feet, not wanting to see Mike's reaction. He told himself that he didn't care if Mike loved him back; just that Mike knew how he felt and could forgive him.

Harvey told himself a lot of lies. He'd learned that if you repeat it enough, it starts to become the truth. But this was one situation where that just didn't work.

He desperately needed to know what Mike was thinking. Just as he was about to say something, Mike beat him to it.

"You do?" he whispered.

Harvey nodded.

All the tension drained from Mike's body, and a small smile formed on his face.

"Well, what do we do now?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" Harvey didn't follow.

Mike smiled for real now. "Jesus, Harvey, I love you!"

They stood up at the exact same time, and then they were crushed together in a desperate embrace. Mike rubbed his face into Harvey's shoulder, clinging to him like a life preserver. Harvey ran his hand through Mike's hair.

They stood like that for what seemed like hours until Harvey pulled Mike back towards the chair. He sat down and guided Mike so he was straddling his lap. Then he lifted his hands to cup Mike's cheeks and brought their mouths together in a hungry kiss.


END.