Summary:

Maybe it's not just Mike who needs help, maybe Harvey does too.

Author's note:

The story twists and turns, but keep up all we'll make since in the end. (woah, i sounded like a character from a movie. cool.)

Harvey sat on his couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a gun in the other. He drank and let tears fall down. A knock came from the door though Harvey didn't even flinch at the sound. He stayed on the couch drowning his sorrows in the glass and listening to the knocks.

"Harvey!" Mike shouted

Mike walked into the apartment, the minute that Mike's eyes laid on Harvey he gasped.

"Harvey, what are you doing?" Mike asked quickly as he walked towards him slowly

"What do you want, Mike?"

"Tell me what's going on." Mike said as he felt the feeling of overwhelming sadness take over him

"Mike, he's gone. I'm alone." Harvey said as he dropped the glass of whiskey on the ground

The glass shattered on the floor, shards of glass went everywhere; the liquid stained everything it touched within seconds. Harvey stood up this time with a look that made Mike's heart stop.

"Why are you here?" Harvey asked angered tightening his grip on the gun

"Because I care about you, Harvey!" Mike shouted at him "Now give me the gun."

"You don't care about me! You care about Trevor! I stood by your side begging for you to be okay, begging for you to stop hurting yourself and you didn't do shit, Mike! You did nothing! You don't care about me! You never did!" Harvey shouted as he moved the gun back and fourth "All you care about is Trevor. I love Trevor, Harvey. Trevor doesn't mean it! He loves me! It was an accident. That's all it ever was with him, a accident. What about Ian, huh?"

"Harvey, look at me; you need to just take a deep breath and think about this." Mike said feeling tears run down his cheek

"I have thought about this! I'm not getting anything! I'm alone! I don't have you and i don't have Ian!" Harvey shouted as he held the gun to his head

"Harvey, stop!" Mike shouted at him "Look at me, I love you."

"Shut up!"

"I love you, Harvey! I love you." Mike said walking closer to him "I love you more than you'll ever know."

Harvey's tears fell down rapidly each racing down his face faster and faster, Mike carefully grabbed the gun out of his hand and set it down on the couch near the two. He put his hand on Harvey's hand then wrapped his other around his waist pulling him into a hug.

"I love you." Mike repeated over and over again as Harvey's tears fell onto his shirt

Mike pulled his face out from his shoulder and slowly pressed his lips onto Harvey's, this kiss was different. It wasn't rough or fast like the other ones they had shared. This was like their first kiss the two shared, Mike held onto Harvey's head never letting his grip loosen as they continued to kiss one another.

Harvey responded to the kiss just as eager to be with Mike, he let his hands trail over Mike's body as they continued. Harvey was hurting but Mike seemed to heal the pain, maybe all this time that the two were together, that they continued on with their messed up relationship, it wasn't Mike that needed fixing; it was Harvey who did.

...

Mike sat on the bed with tears in his eyes, Trevor was in the shower; he knew that any second he'd come out and fuck him. That the minute his back was turned, he would turn around force him to do something.

"Oh, Mikey!" Trevor said walking out of the restroom

"What?" Mike said in a rude tone

"Don't talk to me that way." Trevor said starring at Mike with a blank face "Now turn over."

Mike listened, he turned around; laid on his stomach and allowed Trevor to have his way with him. It took Mike a while to realize that he and trevor weren't actually in love but regardless of the truth being known, he still sniffed the cocaine and sliced his skin. It didn't solve the pain but at least he had a few moments where nothing affected him.

...

You want me to be this perfect little machine and i can't. Can you just for once please stop yelling at me? Let me go! I love you. I want to go home. It didn't used to hurt. Pain is relative. I'm not weak, Harvey. Don't leave me. I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than anything in this world. I'm sorry. i love you and you don't love me. You don't love me at all.

I tried to quote Rain Man, but i can't remember it. I can't remember shit anymore, Harvey. It's cool, though; it's like my mind has finally shut off. It's just-i think that it wont ever start back up again. I'm not smart anymore. I'm-

"I can't read anymore." Harvey said throwing the letter across the floor

"Why?" Mike asked

"Because i know what you're saying is true." Harvey said putting his hand on his head

"I'm sorry, Harvey." Mike said

"Who are you talking to, Harvey?" Donna asked entering the room

"Mike." Harvey said in a low voice

"Mike's not here, Harvey." Donna said once again feeling the tears enter her eyes

"I know."

"Then how are you talking to him?" She asked walking towards him

"Because I miss him." Harvey said as he leaned back in the chair

"I miss him too but he's not here, Harvey." Donna said walking up towards him and putting her hand on his shoulder "He's gone."

"I know." Harvey said starting to cry "I just wish it was a dream."

"I do too." Donna said

...

Mike knocked on Harvey's door, practically begging that he would answer. No answer, he started to walk away but knew that once he got home Trevor would have his way with him. Instead, he kicked the door in walking into Harvey's house with tears in his eyes. Everything between Trevor and Mike seemed perfect, it seemed like Trevor was no longer abusive but the truth was that he was abusive; he just bruised him in areas that no one could see.

"Harvey!" Mike said slurred "I need you!"

Still nothing.

"Harvey, please!"

Mike went through the entire place in search of Harvey and when he couldn't find him he settled for sitting on the couch. Nearly, every time that Mike came to Harvey's it was because he needed him and this was no different than the last. Mike needed help and Harvey wasn't home yet.

"You know, Harvey; you're a dick!" Mike shouted as he looked around

He stood up walked to the kitchen grabbed a knife and slit his wrists, "I hate you!"

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