I am NOT the father! Or the mother. Because these characters aren't mine.

Author's Note: This is the second to last chapter. The story is all wrapped up, but I'm not quite ready to let it go, seeing as how I conceived the idea, started writing, and published almost the entire thing in three days. I think before I post the last bit I'm going to need to start banging out the little oneshot that started brewing in my head a half an hour ago. (I hope it stays a oneshot, holy crap, I do not have time to be distracted by a story again until Sunday.)


Donna stilled slightly when she felt a pair of eyes on her. Very slowly, she set down her coffee and shrugged out of her coat, palming her cell phone as she did so. She spun quickly, and came face to face with an absolutely glowering Harvey through the translucent wall of his office. Donna huffed.

"You scared me silly, you buffoon!" she announced, sliding gracefully through his door.

"Not so loud," he grunted back at her, one hand rising to rub his forehead.

"Why aren't you at home?" she asked in response, her voice dropping barely.

"Couldn't sleep," Harvey mumbled, "Can I have your coffee?"

"What did you do?" Donna's eyes had narrowed as she perched on the arm of Harvey's couch.

"Nothing," Harvey groused, "Can I have your coffee please?"

"Harvey, Dionysus wouldn't have been able to stay awake through the amount of scotch you drank last night. The only way you could've managed is if you screwed up in a big way. What did you do?" Donna was not going to let up. Harvey sighed for what felt like the millionth time that morning.

"Mike," he began and Donna half-gasped, half shrilled as she stepped forward to slap Harvey's upper arm. Hard.

"Donna! What the he-"

"Please, Harvey. Please, please tell me that you did not fuck Mike Ross!" Donna hissed and Harvey twitched a little.

"No, I did not," he grumbled, and she relaxed a hair, "But I might've tried to."

"Harvey!" Donna was scandalized, but Harvey couldn't help but feel that maybe it wasn't for the reason he thought.

"What! I said I might've. I can't really remember. All I know is we were in my room, I looked down, and he was taking off my pants. So I kissed him," Harvey suddenly found himself staring at the glass top of his desk and realized it was because he couldn't look Donna in the eye.

"And then what?" Donna prompted, eliciting a small groan from the man sitting across from her.

"And then nothing. He freaked out and left."

"Oh, Harvey." He could feel her rolling her eyes.

"First of all, I am completely certain that he was just trying to get you to bed comfortably. Second of all, why would you do that to him? You have to know by now how he feels about you. Third of all, you're not even divorced yet! Keep it in your pants!"

Harvey barely heard third of all. He was stuck on second of all.

"What do you mean, how he feels about me?" Harvey looked up to ask, reading the minutiae of her facial expressions.

"Don't play dumb with me, Harvey Specter. I know he kissed you that night you took him home," Donna retorted, taking a small satisfaction in the bemused look on his face.

"Did he tell-"

"Of course not. He didn't have to. It was written all over his face," Donna shrugged, and then waited for Harvey to work it out for himself.

"He was drunk, it was just a stupid-"

"A stupid kiss? He would never, under any circumstances, allow himself to do that sober. A stupid kiss that probably meant so much it was easier for him to pretend like it never happened? Jesus, Harvey he kissed his married boss. Of course he was going to act like it wasn't a big deal, force you into believing it didn't mean anything." Harvey was taking far too long, and Donna felt obligated to lead him to the inevitable conclusion.

"Well... yeah."

"And then you got blind drunk and kissed him. How is he supposed to feel about that, Harvey?"

"I... I don't know."

"Like a goddamn idiot, Harvey. He feels like an idiot. Mike knows he kissed you weeks ago, and then all of a sudden your marriage fell apart, and you turned to him the minute you felt drunk enough to do it, because you knew he'd let you. Can you please, for just one second, think about how cheap he feels right now? Why do I always have to explain these things to you?" Donna was huffy again, and Harvey was forced to hold up a hand to make her stop griping.

"I didn't mean to." The excuse was pathetic even to Harvey's own ears and he tried again.

"It wasn't my intention to..." he searched for the words, "To make him feel used. I saw him and I acted on impulse. He has to know I didn't mean anything by it, Mike's not stupid."

"Harvey, the fact that you didn't mean anything by it is why it hurts."

All of a sudden Donna was speaking from experience and Harvey looked up at her.

"Donna..."

"Oh, I know the feelings were mutual a long time ago, Harvey. But we missed our chance because your career was more important. I understood it then and I understand it now, but that doesn't mean I have to like it or that I'm going to let you risk the career of the best associate this firm has seen since you. You care about him, Harvey. It is disgustingly obvious, so stop lying to yourself. You can't afford to ignore your feelings anymore, so you better analyze them quick and figure out exactly what it is that you want from Mike Ross. And then, when your divorce is final, you're going to tell him the truth."

"And until then?" Harvey asked bleakly.

"Until then you're going to walk on eggshells and feel like an asshat every time he looks at you with those baby blues, but you are most certainly not going to bring it up to him until you have a conclusion." Donna got to her feet and strode towards the door, "And no, you cannot have my coffee."

She stopped halfway through the doorway and looked back, "For once in your life, Harvey, don't be selfish with your feelings."


Mike couldn't get out of bed. Every time he tried, the feeling of Harvey's hands on his skin held him place. And every time he replayed those warm fingers on his body, he replayed the achingly hollow taste of Harvey's mouth.

He didn't know how somebody could taste hollow, but that was the only word for it.

His phone had been going off for hours, and he wasn't exactly sure what time it was, but he knew he wasn't getting up.

Suddenly though, there were footsteps through his living room and Mike froze, panicked.

"Get your skinny ass up."

Mike had never seen Donna looking so furious before, not even when Louis had made the mistake of slapping her ass at the office Christmas party. Of course, Harvey had cold cocked him for that, so her fury had been placated.

"Donna," Mike groaned in protest. She dumped a cup of ice cold coffee over him, making him squeal.

"I said get up. I already had to nurse one baby through a hangover today, and I'm not doing it again," Donna growled, and involuntarily Mike's feet hit the floor. His head hung though, vision trained on his knees.

"Donna, I don't think I can go to work today," Mike mumbled to his knees, "Please. Just the day."

"No. If you don't go in and face it now, you never will. It won't be so bad," Donna's voice softened towards the end, "I promise."

"But-"

"No buts. Just remember what I told you, okay? Eventually, it goes away," she offered a watery smile as he tipped his head back to look at her.

"That might've worked for you, and it might've worked for me and Rachel, but this is-"

"It's not different, Mike, it's just requires more willpower. And technically, you're still on loan to Louis. He's irate," Donna smiled brightly, "That ought to take your mind off everything."

"...Great," Mike griped, but he stood and stumbled to his closet anyway.