AN: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to update. I had a really busy couple of weeks. The next update might be in two weeks as well, because of all the events in February. ugh.

I really really am excited for this one - I hope you enjoy! Without further ado:

Do You Want to Build A Snowman?

"So, Donna," the woman looked at her inquisitively from the leather couch surrounded by the pale yellow walls of Harvey's home office. Donna smiled tiredly, her hand wrapped tightly in Harvey's, facing the woman. The woman was kind and beautiful; she smiled comfortingly and she had a soothing kind of voice that carried past the terrible thoughts.

The last time Donna had seen the lady in front of her was 1999 - nearly fifteen years ago. The lady remained ever passive, ever the same. But, Donna was again in the same position as years ago: depressed and feeling as though her heart was ripped out. At least Harvey was here with her this time.

"Donna?" The therapist asked kindly, silently nudging Donna to talk.

Donna sat up startled, "Yes. I'm here."

The therapist smiled kindly again, urging small talk, "What's new since fifteen years ago?"

Things got so much better when she met Harvey and they continued to be pretty amazing until only a year ago. Donna pushed a strand of hair back, thinking of how to answer a seemingly innocent question that was so much more. "Well, I work at Pearson Specter." Donna looked at Harvey, smiling slightly. Work was her livelihood.

"The law firm right?" The doctor confirmed, smiling. "How long have you worked there?"

"Oh God, nearly ten years now. I feel so old." Donna reminisced. "Before that I was also working with Harvey at the DA's office as an assistant." Harvey squeezed her hand. "Then he asked me to join him at Pearson Hardman – the name changed a lot. And now, I'm here."

"You guys have been together for over ten years now?" The therapist asked.

"No, no." Donna answered quickly, "We've been really really good friends; he's my best friend. Two days ago, when … um … that happened, he told me he loved me, and I love him too." She looked embarrassed at her slippers, tugging at the frayed end of a blanket covering her legs. Harvey automatically wrapped an arm around her back and she rested against him.

He smiled at the therapist; "We've been in love for maybe ten years now though. It's just that we never thought it could get anywhere because of our professional relationship. When things happen," he paused, looking for words, "When things happen, you realize that it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is she." Donna's eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall, holding tightly only Harvey's hand and smiling happily.

"So, tell me, what's wrong?" The woman asked cautiously, hoping to incite a retelling of the terrifying story Addison had told her.

"Well, I made a mistake," Donna looked down again, sadly.

"It's not your fault," Harvey whispered, running a hand through her hair.

"Whatever, anyways. A year ago, Pearson Hardman because Pearson, which became Pearson Darby, when then became Pearson Darby Specter, and now, it's Pearson Specter. Over the course of the year, there was one particular case that took forever. An attorney from Darby's side – Harvey's counterpart in England – Stephen came. He... um… We dated and I could have loved him too." Donna paused, looking for a response from the other woman, who remained silent, waiting for Donna to continue. "It turned out that Stephen was the villain in the court case and he was a murderer. I was sleeping with a murderer." She could feel the hatred coursing through her body, violating her every good memory.

Harvey squeezed her hand tightly, urging her to go on. She started again, taking a deep breath, "I've been having nightmares. At first it was okay, but then it got so much worse. I couldn't eat or sleep or live with myself anymore." Donna pushed up the end of her cashmere sweater to reveal a scar at her wrist. "I did it to myself," she squeezed her eyes shut, "I did it because I couldn't take it anymore."

"What happened in your dream?"

Donna could picture it vividly in her mind, every movement, every action. "I… um, I was on the ground of an alley covered in grime and I felt like I was dying. James was dead next to me. Stephen was…" A tear rolled down her face. "Stephen ripped through my insides and he hurt me. He wouldn't stop and I couldn't feel anything but pain. Then Harvey came and they fought. Stephen shot him in the heart and Harvey was dead." Donna buried her head in her hands, "Oh god, why am I crying. It wasn't even real."

"Donna, you're not crazy. It's okay." The therapist consoled, "He hurt you. He invaded your mind. It felt real to you." She reached for words, "You are still Donna. No one can take that away from you. No one can.

Donna rubbed at her eyes, clearing away the pain, the memories. She wanted it to be over. The night before, she fell asleep entangled in Harvey's arms. This morning she woke up again, exhausted and scared. She tried a strategy the night before that she learned years ago: picture a better ending. Harvey's not dead at the end. Baby steps. It worked to a certain extent; this time Harvey didn't come at all. She wasn't sure which one was worse. Of course, he was sitting next to her when she shot up, waiting to comfort her after hearing her painful moans: no one to save her in this dream. Tonight, she was thinking that Harvey would save her before Steven stuck his genitals up hers.

The therapist left eventually, not before reminding Donna that she was loved and everything of that sort. Harvey wrapped his arms around her and she leaned back against him. "Are you feeling better?" He asked quietly, nuzzling her neck.

"I'm okay," she responded distantly. Her ribs are still broken, so she aches as he stretches back. He kisses her again, hovering around her, caressing her, following her every move. "Let's go to the park." She suddenly suggests, feeling the need to leave the cage of Harvey's apartment. He nods silently, standing up first before helping her to her feet. She stumbles and he looks on, worried. "Harvey, I'm okay," She holds his hand and kisses him gently on the lips, "Go make tea or something." Donna moves carelessly around the room as he departs. She selects a form fitting white sweater, blue jeans, and a Burberry overcoat. As she puts them on, she feels her body protest the movement. Every ache is pronounced and awful, but she ignores them too.

She stands in front of his mirror, examining her look. The jeans are too loose; they slide down off her waist even though they fit only a week ago. The white sweater wears her, not the other way around. As she steps closer, she notices the bags under her eyes and the ruins of her makeup from two nights before. She breathes slowly in and out, trying not to feel.

He knocks on the door; she's taken too long for his liking and he asks if she's all right. She walks slowly, leaning against the walls, to the door, opening it before letting him take her hand and kiss her lips. "Can you walk, or?" He trails off, not wanting to offend her.

"I think I can walk," She brushed a hair behind her ear and steps recklessly past him, tripping over a shoe left over on the floor and cursing. Harvey steadies her by her elbow and she sighs against his chest.

At the door, she realizes that her legs are long and the floor is far away from her hands. As she moves to bend down, everything hurts her, from her pelvis and her back to her ribs and her head. He notices her quick inhale and places a hand on her shoulder, motioning for her to let him help. Harvey bends down at her feet and she steadies herself with the wall, lifting one foot, then the other to allow him to slip on the sneakers. He slips on his black overcoat with a maroon scarf, and then helps her into hers, with a white scarf. They look like the typical New Yorkers, ready for rain, shine, and snow. Today they are the typical New Yorker, no longer the hotshot lawyer and the awesome secretary. They're just two people walking through Central Park as a couple; they could be anyone, from anywhere.

He wraps an arm around her waist, kissing her temple while strolling down from the lobby across the street. People rush past them, carrying umbrellas, textbooks, briefcases, and even the odd parrot. Snow blankets the city, with partridges in the evergreen trees. The light flurry makes everything seem like it's out of a fairytale. They stop by a coffee shop to pick up hot chocolate, love in the form of a drink. He sees her dragging her legs and stopping to look at decorated windows, masking her fatigue. She's tiring quickly.

A man sprints through the road, dodging people and attempting to hold all his books. The man grazes her body, sending her knocking into Harvey. She releases a shaky breath, barely able to stand but holding tightly onto the cup of hot chocolate. Harvey's fingertips trail over her fingers, covering them with his. He kisses her forehead, "You're cold." He moves to take off his overcoat to drape over her shoulders.

"Harvey stop, you're going to get sick." She examines his sweater and scarf, only enough for balmy autumn weather. "I'm not that cold."

"We can go back inside, if you want?" He asks, trying to give her a way to go back inside to the security of apartment without having to admit her fatigue. He kisses her, "It's getting late." It was only four o'clock.

"Harvey," She knows he can read her just as well as she can read him. He is worried and scared. She is numb, but still tired. "I want to make snow angels."

"Okay," he answers. They don't walk hand in hand anymore; they walk attached to each other's sides. Harvey's arm supports her as they slowly make their way through the streets. In Central Park, they find an unoccupied bench with a view of the scenery, next to a patch of fresh, unadulterated snow. He helps her sit down, lowering her gently. She leans on his good shoulder, letting him wrap his arms around her, resting his hands on her flat stomach. She warms her hands on her lukewarm hot chocolate. "Are you feeling okay?" he finally asks.

"Yeah. I'm just tired," she smiles softly. "Harvey?"

"What's wrong?" He nuzzles her hair.

"I don't think I can take doing nothing for much longer." Donna admits. He tenses, not wanting to let her return to the black hole of Pearson Specter, even though he knows they have to eventually.

"Next week, we'll go back, okay?" His fingers do a little tap dance on her stomach.

"Okay," she leans back quietly, waiting for a snowflake to fall on her nose.

He kisses the nape of her neck, moving down to her shoulders, "We'll do whatever you want to do." She stills his fingers and kisses him back.

"I want to build a snowman and make angels in the snow." She answers, standing up excitedly. She pulls him gently to the snow patch and bends down to grab a handful of snow; she ignores the stab in her back. He knows what she's up to, but he laughs as she throws it at his face. She has great aim.

"I'm going to get you!" he shouts, laughing. She giggles as he lofts a snowball at her. He misses, intentionally.

"I thought you were the little league pitching master!" She pokes fun at his skills. He runs to her, kissing her deeply on the lips and knocking the air out of her chest. They pull apart slowly and blissfully. There's a tree branch hidden in the snow behind her. As she backs up, she trips and falls. Harvey lunges and catches her on top on him as they fall together onto the snow. He cushions the fall.

His arms are tightly wrapped around her for fear that she gets hurt. He looks up slowly into her eyes. "Are you okay?"

She nods, kissing him on the lips as his arms travel on her back. It's like some scene in a romance novel. They lie on the fluffy snow, making out passionately like there's no one else in the universe. She giggles and brushes a hand through his hair. He can feel his chest tighten as she kisses him again.

"God, You're beautiful." He mutters against her skin.

She laughs softly, kissing him again, "So you've said already." Donna lets go of him and rests besides him, their hands linked together. She leans on his shoulder and curls into him on the snow, "I love you."

His lips form a smile as she lifts a shaky hand to place on his chest. He meets her halfway, wrapping an arm around her body, "I love you too."

After making angels, they part from the Park. He helps her up from the snow and brushes her off lovingly. The trek back is short, but she's tired. They take a cab a block back to Harvey's apartment building. In the thirty seconds of New York traffic, she's already fallen asleep on his shoulder. Harvey pays the driver then carries her back into the building, kissing her closed eyes. Her eyelids flutter open and she looks into Harvey's brown, beautiful eyes. She needs him closer. He opens the door after a great struggle of balance and lays her gently on the bed. She's awake, but she's so tired and she can't make her body move. He helps her shrug out of the two overcoat, then he unties her shoes and unbuckles her belt. She's naked again, shivering. He pulls off all of his soaked clothing except for his undershirt and wraps himself around her, holding her tightly in his arms. She giggles as his breath tickles her neck.

Their fingers entwine and hold them together. He kissed her on the freckles by her ear, "This feels right, doesn't it?" he asks uncertainly.

"It feels … perfect," she traces his jawline shakily, "I need you." Her bottom lip trembles as she finally admits to him. It's the first time she's felt like herself in forever. "I think that I can't be me without you. I feel okay, better even, when you're next to me."

He takes her hand and kisses every finger gently, "I'm right here." She smiles. "For the record, I can't be me without you either. I don't think I can survive without you."

"Well of course, I'm amazing," she counters. He laughs in relief; she's back.

"You are amazing," Harvey caresses her cheek, "But I was trying to be serious – I care about you. I love you. I need you."

She knows already. "I thought caring makes you weak," she throws back coyly.

"You make me weak," he hovers over her lips and sinks down into her passion. Her hands come up to his hair and her fingertips tickle his scalp.

He runs a hand along her uncovered body, feeling every inch of her silhouette. "Harvey stop," she demands. He immediately lets go, eyes full of concern. "No, I didn't mean that," she corrects herself, "I just… You're… This is like a fantasy. I just want you to throw a quip back at me. Don't use anymore super romantic pick up lines."

A look of hurt runs through his face so quickly that she's not sure of what she saw. "Well then, I'll use some non-romantic pick up lines." He jokes. It falls flat.

Her face betrays worry. He meant what he said. She was his only weakness: the only chink in his armor. "I'm sorry. I love you." She quickly replies.

"It's okay," he answers kissing her again. "I love you too and you really do mean the world to me. You're my pressure point." She giggles at the Sherlock reference, but quickly finds it not to be funny. She hates it. She's the only thing in the entire world that could take him down in an instant, the only thing that could make him so mad that he beat up a man, the only thing that would prohibit his rationality. Of course, she knew before, but not to the same extent.

She kisses him back, letting him know that of course, he is her pressure point too.

En Fin

AN: I know I change tense in this one. Every other chapter was in past tense then suddenly boom present. For some reason, present tense just really spoke to me for the Harvey and Donna in the snow scenes.

This has got to be one of my favorites just because they're so natural and so beautiful as a couple. The chapter starts out a little gloomy, but it just gets so happy.

Donna's getting better - yay! This was a peace episode. I wanted to emphasize that they are good together and they do have something together that no other person could have with only one of them.

I kind of want to make the therapist a recurring character, but what do you all think? I purposefully made her have no name so it could kind of be the "any man" kind of situation.

What do you think of the Sherlock reference(I thought it was cute)? What about the snow scene? The therapist scene?

I'm thinking of introducing work and Pearson Specter back in next chapter and skipping a couple days. Thoughts? REVIEWS are the gold I wish my cat would shit.

Love,

Shannon