To say Mike wasn't hiding would be a lie. He was hiding all right; hiding under mounds of paperwork – courtesy of Louis, who he'd have to thank later. His skin was tingling, the voice in his head telling him to run, to get out of there. Why had he come to work today? Oh right. That part wasn't really an option. Well, it was one choice in his life that he'd made right. He hoped. The choice he'd made that morning though, was even more questionable.
Mike woke up that morning feeling sore all over; at the same time, his entire being was singing. It was somehow a very blissful feeling. Blissful, that is, until he remembered where he was. His eyes snapped open, and he turned his head to look beside him. Lying down on his back, face turned away, was his boss. Oh god no. The night came rushing back to him, as did all the panic that had been building up over the past few months. The panic named Harvey Specter. He was screwed - both metaphorically and literally. He was completely screwed.
As quietly as he could, he crawled out of the bed. The time on the alarm clock said 4:55 He had five minutes to get the hell out before Harvey woke up and found him there.
With renewed dread, he burst through the apartment, finding his stray clothes, clumsily putting them on. He grabbed his shoes, and fled the apartment, not looking back. The whole way down to the street thinking, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.
Thank god he had something to distract him. Thank god he had the brain to get through all this paperwork before he had to stay the night. He wanted to – needed to – get out of there. He'd been doing a lot of that lately, and the irony was not lost on him. Hadn't he wanted that? Yes! More than anything! But did Harvey? After all, he still hadn't said it... He hadn't said anything. What was last night? Mike shuddered at the thought, and trained his brain on the work in front of him. He did not need to think about that. Not then. It could wait until he was locked in the sanctuary of his bedroom.
He was halfway through Louis' pile when he found a thin folder with a sticky note stuck to the front that read By 2 30 in Donna's elegant handwriting. Shit. It was 2 00 then, and he hadn't even opened it. It was just a short contract, fairly basic, but clearly with a ton of errors. Quickly, he set to work circling and highlighting, going through every detail as fast as he could force his superhuman brain to go. It was 2 35 when he was running through the firm towards Harvey's office.
Ignoring Donna's gaze completely, he all but threw himself into the room, not bothering to check if it was safe to go in or not. Harvey was alone – not on a call, just reading over files – thank god... again.
"Contract," he said between breaths, holding the file up for his boss to see. Harvey nodded and went back to work, ignoring the papers that were dropped onto his desk. Mike stood, planted on the spot. What was he supposed to do now? Usually, he'd simply walk right on back out of the office. That day was not a usual day. With obvious discomfort, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and back again. Should he say something? The full weight of his quick escape that morning finally settled on him. He knew how he'd have felt if... but Harvey wasn't him. What could Harvey possibly be feeling – if anything – after the night's events? "Harvey?" His voice was quiet, nervous. He dreaded the reply.
"Yes?" The reply, of course, was desolate. Figures.
"Do you... want to talk? About it?"
"Talk about what, Mike?" His deep voice was harder now, though still void of any emotion, leaving Mike with only one conclusion to come to.
"Right, it never happened." He nodded once – was that disappointment that he felt? – and backed out of the room. It never happened.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter... Will be posting more very soon though!