Hit and Run

Do you think you could write a hit-and-run story in where Harvey witnesses a horrible accident that involves Mike? And Harvey finds himself trying his hardest to keep Mike alive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. This was fun to write, so much hurt Mike! Enjoy!

The day started off like any normal day alongside Harvey at Pearson Specter...except for the fact that the man was still kinda pissed- or hurt- that Mike wanted to leave the firm for a "safer" job. But it was safe; with this job, there was always a risk of him getting caught. If he did something newspaper worthy, he would never be recognized for it because then people would start asking questions of exactly who he was. And Jessica was right, he somehow, deep down. knew that was the case...but he wanted to be legit and he was just...stuck. He couldn't do it anymore. And today was his last day.

"So..." Harvey sighed as Mike stepped into his office. "Last day, huh?" He wouldn't say it but he didn't want the kid to leave; the pup that reminded him so much of his younger brother. He didn't want lose him. But his pride stopped him from saying so.

Mike cleared his throat and looked at the man hesitantly. "Yeah. It's been a

pleasure working with you, Har-"

"Woah, whoa, whoa you're not leaving yet."

"I know, but-"

"Just because it's your last day doesn't mean I'm gonna go easy on you," Harvey smirked as he stood up from his desk. "We got a lot of work to do; we're at war and Quelling isn't going to back down. " He passed Mike and headed for the door flicking his finger and indicating his almost ex-associate to follow.

"Where are we going?"

"James Quelling's office."

"Oh, you have a surprise party waiting for me there?"

"Ha, in your dreams," Harvey laughed.

The ride to the office was awkwardly silent. Usually the two would talk about the latest game or just banter, but Harvey was busy thinking about destroying Quelling. But mostly he was thinking about how this was Mike's last day. How he was losing his associate to a fucking banker. Mike was a lawyer at heart for god sake and after all he had done for him; all he risked for him on a daily basis and this is how the kid repays him? His associate, his friend, his little brother was just walking away. God this just sucked. He glanced at the younger man and sighed inwardly. There was nothing he could do about though.

"Except tell him," Donna's voice penetrated his mind. He grumbled; that woman would never leave him alone. She'd fucking follow him to the grave. No, he was not telling Mike his feelings like a teenage girl who was losing her boyfriend to another chick. That's not who he was. Besides, Mike would probably not even listen because he was "stuck" and he didn't blame the kid. It's just that...he thought they'd be in it together until the end. Him and Mike against the world; Batman and Robin. Taking a deep breath, he wiped his mouth and looked out the window to see they were nearing the place. They were gonna kick this guys ass like they always do and then...that'd be it. Mike would leave. And he might never see him again.

"Here we are," Ray said as they pulled in front of the building.

Harvey muttered a thanks before he and Mike exited the car silently and walked inside. Mike glanced at Harvey and pursed his lips sadly; truth was, he didn't want to leave. Harvey was like a big brother or a father to him and he wanted to remain by his side. But he couldn't, the longer he stayed, the more dangerous it got. There had been too many close calls and times where he wanted to be in the limelight but couldn't. He couldn't live like this anymore, hiding underneath a rock and waiting to be arrested for fraud. No, he had to leave. It was the only way to keep everyone safe no matter how much it hurt to leave his surrogate family behind. Living in fear is not where he wanted to be for the rest of his life. He knows that Harvey needs him even if he won't say anything, however this was his one chance of a way out and he had to take it...for his life with Rachel. He cared about Harvey, but he could see his future with Rachel and behind bars wasn't part of it. He knows he hurt Harvey, but it was the only way.

"Ready for this?" Harvey, glancing at his associate. Don't leave, kid. We're supposed to be a team.

"You kidding? I was born ready," Mike smirked feebly.

Rolling his eyes, Harvey walked up the stairs, Mike following in suit. When they got inside, Quelling was sitting at his desk...almost as if he was waiting for them.

"Well, well, well look who it is. Harvey Specter and his pet. I'm not dropping suit and nothing you do will change that."

"You may wanna rethink that decision, James," Harvey said cooly as he tossed a file on the man's desk. Quelling frowned and leaned forward, grabbing the folder and opening it up. Mike stepped forward since he was the one who dug up the dirt.

"Seems to me you have some gambling problems not to mention a shit ton of debt after you tanked a case while back."

James looked up at them in shock.

"Your wife left you because of your debt and now you're coming after us with a bullshit claim. You actually only have one expert report of the "said toxins" plus there are no sick children to even show for it."

Quelling sighed. "If any report of the lawsuit appears on the morning of the IPO, you know what will happen to the stock prices."

"Indeed we do," Harvey replied. "So I suggest you settle now."

"That's not gonna happen. I'm seeking a million dollars, plus there are more plaintiffs where the first one came from."

Harvey clenched his jaw and glared at the man. Without another word, he turned on his heels and left the room.

"That's it?" Mike said, rushing after him. "You're not even gonna do anything about that?"

"I'm not negotiating with him," Harvey growled. So much for kicking ass.

"Why not? What happened to kicking ass and taking names? He just walked all over us!" They got outside and Harvey spun around.

"Why not?! He's threatening to turn you into the bar and since you won't listen to me and go to Lola, he could do worse. Even if you're leaving and he goes to the bar, you will most likely be discovered. Changing jobs won't change what you did or who you were. A fraud."

Mike was a little startled that Harvey, of all people, called him fraud too. Well, it was true, but he never thought Harvey would actually say it out loud to him. "Look, I get that you're pissed I'm leaving-"

"Oh yeah, you could say I'm fucking pissed. After everything we've been through, after risking my fucking career for you, you decide to just get up and walk away?! I don't think so. I got you to where you are today, Mike. Without me, you are nothing."

That felt like a punch to the gut. Mike took in a shaky breath. "I don't need this anymore and I certainly don't need you anymore. Thanks for nothing; goodbye Harvey. Have a nice life." He gave one last death glare at his former boss before walking away. Such a bastard. As he was crossing the street, he heard a rev of an engine and squealing tires. He turned around and saw a speeding car...headed straight for Harvey. He looked at the older man and saw that he was on the phone, oblivious to all the commotion. How could he not hear the screams? The next few seconds went by in a blur and Mike's legs began moving without really thinking about it. He had a decision to make; let Harvey die or try and save him. Even if it meant sacrificing himself; even if the man hated his guts right now and he hated his. They were still family no matter what happened between them.

"Harvey! Harvey, look out!"

The older lawyer looked up with a frown at Mike and then turned to see the car mere feet from him, getting closer at a dangerous speed. He couldn't move, why the hell couldn't he move?! Run, Specter! And just as he was about to accept the fact that he was gonna die, Harvey felt something soft barrel into him and shove him to the ground. Seconds after, he heard a crash followed by a loud thump and squealing tires. Blinking in confusion and his head pounding from smashing it on the sidewalk, Harvey sat up and looked around.

"Someone call 911!" Someone shouted. "This kid is hurt bad!"

Kid? Looking to his right, the sight that he saw shattered his heart. Scrambling to his feet, he rushed over to the forming crowd and choked a sob. "Mike. Oh no."

~+SUITS+~

He didn't know why the hell he was running to save Harvey, but his mind wasn't being logical and his legs kept on moving.

"Harvey!" The car was inches away and just as he pushed the older man out of the way, he felt the bumper of the car smash into his legs, propelling him up over the hood of the car and windshield before rolling over the top, the entire time, his body pulsing in pain yet slowly becoming numb. When he finally hit the ground he couldn't feel anything except a freezing cold overcoming his whole body. Before he knew it, he slipped into unconsciousness, wondering if it would be the last time he closed his eyes.

"Mike...Mike, dammit, wake up." Harvey was really freaked out right now. Mike was unconscious and it didn't look like he was breathing. It looked like he was dead...and he couldn't check because he was afraid that one touch would break the man. "Oh god." The kid looked horrid. His body all twisted and tangled. His legs and one of his arms were bent abnormally. There was a crimson puddle of blood pooling underneath his head as well as trickling from his nose and mouth. There were a ton of cuts and forming bruises not to mention what internal damage there might be. God, he didn't even want to think about that. All Harvey was focused on was waking the kid. No doubt he had a concussion or severe brain trauma and he couldn't let the kid be unconscious. He couldn't let him be in a coma. Looking like this, it might be impossible for Mike to avoid that anyhow.

"Mike, come on kid open your eyes...please." After moments of waiting anxiously, there was an extremely weak groan followed by the young lawyer's eyes flickering open.

"Mike?"

"Nngh. H-Harvey?" He gurgled, blood spilling out of his mouth. "Harvey. Every...everything...hurts."

"I know kid, you're gonna be okay. Just hang on."

"B-But...m'tired. Please...lemme...s-sleep."

"Mike, no." He gently patted the man's cheek when Mike's eyes started closing. "Please stay awake, okay? Where are the damn paramedics!" He wanted to hold Mike in his lap. Hold him close so he wouldn't lose him, but he knew he couldn't do that without causing him unbearable pain. "Mike, if you don't stay awake, I'll feed you to Louis."

"You...c-can't do...do that...don't w-work...for you any...anymore."

"So? I'll still do it."

"You're...bluffing."

"Try me."

Mike coughed, his face scrunching up in agony and blood splattering on his pale lips. "Harvey...m'c-cold."

Harvey pursed his lips, gently smoothing Mike's blood caked hair back. "Don't quit on me, kid. I mean it. Just talk to me okay? Keep your eyes open and talk to me."

"B-bout...w-what?" Mike wheezed.

"Anything. How's the pain? Where does it hurt?"

"To tell...to tell you the truth...can't feel mu-much of anything." He grunted when a wave of pain crashed through his body. "Except when its really bad." He coughed again, this time, his lips turning a light shade of blue.

"Mike that's not a good thing." Was there a reason Mike couldn't feel anything? Was he...paralyzed. Oh God, please don't do that to the kid. "Okay, nevermind. No talking; just listen and look at me okay?"

Mike blinked sluggishly. "Mmmhmm."

"I have a confession to make, Mike."

This sort of brought Mike into alertness. "W-What?"

Harvey swallowed his pride, cupping Mike's bloody neck. "I don't...I don't want..."

"You don't...w-want me...t-to go...d-do you."

Harvey pursed his lips and nodded silently. Mike looked at him before another wave of pain hit him and he gripped Harvey's sleeve weakly. "I'm...s-sorry. Didn't know...know you...even c-cared. By...by l-leaving...it'd keep...keep you guys...s-safe...w-when...exposed." It was getting harder to breathe and talking was just making it worse. But he knew he was gonna die right here on this sidewalk. And there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing Harvey could do about it.

I do car about you kid. "Why Mike? Why did you push me out of the way?" He looked up to see the car that hit his kid, but it was gone. Already had driven off. Bastard. This was no accident. Someone was aiming to hit him but Mike pushed him out of the way. Saved him. "Mike."

He was beginning to grow tired and keeping his eyes open seemed like a difficult task. Slowly, he could feel himself drifting away, sounds being muffled and only the sluggish beat of his heart pounding in his ears. Mike's cheeks grew wet with tears and Harvey couldn't help but cry either. Mike was dying in his arms, the medics were taking their sweet time and he was just...helpless. Watching the kid bleed out in front of him.

"Mike, answer me. Why did you push me out of the way?" He tapped the man's face again.

"Couldn't let...let you...d-die."

"So you think you dying is better? What does you saving me accomplish? Mike, I'm supposed to be protecting you. No matter what happens or where you go. You're still my friend...you're still my little brother."

Mike looked him in the eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah. As much as it pains me to admit. I really care about you. That's why you can't give up, okay. You gotta stay with me just a little longer. The ambulance is almost here."

"I...I can't...I can't feel anything. M'so cold."

Harvey gripped Mike's broken arm as the kid's eyes began to roll to the back of his head. Mike yelped, choking out a pained cry. It was cruel, but he couldn't let him slip away. Not when the ambulance was so close. "Mike, I can hear the sirens. Just look at me. Just look at me and don't close your eyes. "

"Harvey, p-please...just...let me...let me go."

"No. I'm not letting you check out on me this easy."

Mike groaned. "H-Hate you."

"I don't care. I'm not losing you. Not to your damn stupidity, not to that car, and definitely not to that douche Johnathan Sidwell. Understand?"

He wanted to. He really wanted to say yes, but he was drifting in and out of consciousness and he just couldn't hold on anymore. His lungs were filling up with blood and he couldn't hear the world around him. He took in one last shaky breath and didn't exhale. Harvey's heart stopped, his blood running cold. Time froze and all he could hear was his ragged breaths. No. This couldn't be happening. This was not happening. Mike couldn't be dead. Someone was shouting and then he realized it was him.

"Miiikkee!" He felt someone pull him away from the kid's dead body and only then did he see that the paramedics had arrived. He wanted to ring their necks for taking so long, but that wouldn't help save Mike. His legs went weak and he fell to his knees as he worriedly watched the medics try to bring the kid back to life.

"Barely existent pulse. Numerous broken bones, internal bleeding and possible bleed in the brain."

"Oh god," Harvey wiped his forehead shakily, trying to take in a normal breath. Bleeding in the brain...not good.

"Get a tube down his throat; he's not breathing. Collapsed left lung, bruised and swollen trachea, cracked skull...careful with his neck, put on a brace he could have spinal injuries."

Harvey couldn't listen to this anymore. Mike couldn't have spinal injuries. The kid didn't need to be paralyzed. He needed to walk, he needed to ride that stupid death contraption he called a bike. He got up and pushed past the gathering crowd and behind the police barriers, going to the side of the office building and puking up all his stomach contents. He had a bad feeling that, even though he knew Mike was strong as hell, he actually might not make it. The injuries were severe...too severe, and he didn't know if Mike's weakened body could handle the surgery. His head pounded relentlessly and he remembered how he smashed his head on the cement when Mike pushed him away. Bringing two fingers up, he touched the tender spot and came back with blood. Probably had a concussion too. Feeling nauseous, he leaned heavily on the brick wall before sliding to the disgusting pavement, not caring if he got his suit dirty. He closed his eyes, trying to take some deep breaths, then all of sudden, he felt a soft hand on his shoulder and he jumped out of his skin. Half of him hoped that this was some sort of sick nightmare he was having at home or even in his office and Mike was still there alive and working for him. Half of hoped that Mike would be standing above him...but it wasn't.

"Donna?" He wiped his mouth and tried to stand up, but miserably failed. "W-When did you...how did you know?"

"Ray called me. He saw the whole thing." She squatted next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder, noticing all the blood on his hands and sleeves...one stain looking like a handprint. Mike's. "Oh god...how bad?"

Harvey gulped, resting his head in his hand, ignoring the blood all over him. "Bad," he choked.

"Harvey...you're bleeding."

"Yeah...so?" He was starting to feel exhausted and he just wanted to sleep.

"Harvey?" Donna's voice seemed to echo and get further and further away from hearing distance. He tried to keep his eyes open, but it was no use. He was the one who was supposed to be hit by that car, so if he fell into a coma or died...he definitely deserved it. His last thought was a prayer...even though he wasn't really a man of God he prayed that Mike would pull through; that the kid would miraculously live without any lasting damages. I'm sorry, kid. Jesus, I'm so fucking sorry.

~+SUITS+~

He woke up with a pounding headache and he willed it to go away. He wanted to go back to sleep, but then remembered something...or someone. Mike. Harvey's eyes snapped open and he shot up from the bed with a gasp. He felt hands on his chest, trying to push him back down, but he wouldn't let them.

"Harvey! Harvey, calm the hell down!"

The voice. It sounded a lot like...Jessica. He turned to see the woman staring back at him with saddened eyes. Taking a deep breath, Harvey sat back against the pillows, bringing a hand up to his aching head. "Jessica...what are you doing here?"

"I came to see how you were doing. You were brought to the hospital for a concussion."

"How long was I out?" He swallowed and smacked his lips, trying to get the bad taste out of his mouth.

"About three hours."

Harvey looked around wearily and saw that he was in a large recovery room. He wiped his eyes and then remembered the whole reason he was here in the first place. "Where is he? Where's Mike?"

Jessica sighed, pursing his lips. She didn't want to tell him, but the man wouldn't back down.

"Jessica. Where is he? Please don't tell me...he's not..."

"He's not dead but..."

"But what? Enough with the suspense, this isn't a fucking hospital show!"

"Mr. Specter, is everything okay?" A nurse said, standing in the doorway said.

"No! Everything is not okay! Where the hell is Mike Ross?!"

"I'm sorry, I don't know who that is."

Harvey growled and pushed himself up from the bed. "Let me out so I can get some fucking answers around here."

"Harvey-" Jessica started.

"Don't "Harvey" me," he grunted, throwing off the covers and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. And Jessica just stood back, because when Harvey had his mind set on something, there was a very slim to no chance you could change it.

"I wanna talk to his doctor," he breathed, standing up before swaying and leaning against the nightstand.

"Umm..."

"Harvey." It was Donna. She came in and hugged him tightly with a sniff. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Where's Mike?"

She pulled away and glanced at Jessica. "He doesn't know yet?"

The woman shook her head. "I was waiting for you or the kid's doctor."

Harvey couldn't stand this any longer. He needed answers and he wasn't getting any. "Hello! I'm fucking standing right here! Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on? What happened to my associate?"

Donna sighed, taking Harvey's hand. "Harvey...Mike's...Mike is in a coma."

Blow to the gut right there. "W-What?"

"Apparently he died in the ambulance...for three minutes and when they revived him...there was no brain activity. He's been that way ever since and they don't...they don't know if he'll even wake up."

Harvey collapsed back onto the bed, running his fingers through his hair. "Jesus Christ." He remained silent, mulling over what he just heard.

"Harvey?" Jessica frowned when it seemed the man had drifted off into space. "Har-"

"I wanna see him."

Donna looked at him grimly. "I don't think that's such a good-"

"Take me to him," he gritted through his teeth.

The two women sighed. "Alright. Jessica will help you with the wheelchair. And yes, if you want to see Mike you will go in a wheelchair. Do not argue with me," she added when Harvey gave her a look. She turned to the nurse. "Could you page Dr. Palmer to the CCU, room 314."

"Yes, ma'am." The nurse left the room and Harvey was helped into the wheelchair. The entire way there, he couldn't stop wondering how bad Mike's condition was according to how hesitant everyone was...how they didn't think it was good for him to see his kid. He knew that wasn't a good sign. When they got into the CCU, Harvey glanced up at Jessica, who was walking beside him, nervously. Part of him didn't want to see the younger man, because he was scared. Yes, the mighty Harvey Specter was scared. Mike had been hit by a speeding car and died in his arms. It'd be a miracle if the kid didn't look like shit.

"Here we are," Donna sighed as they stopped outside of a closed door, Mike's name on the board along with his doctor's.

"Excuse me, are you Mike Ross' family?"

They turned around and saw a middle aged woman coming up to them with a clipboard in her hands and nametag reading Dr. Palmer.

"Yes, doctor " Donna said. "This is Harvey Specter and Jessica Pearson. They work with Mike, too."

"Good, the more people here for Mike the better. He needs all the support he can get in his case."

"And what case is that?" Harvey urged.

Dr. Palmer pursed her lips. This kid was in bad shape and she hated breaking bad news to anyone whose family member was in critical condition. She sat down in a nearby chair and the older man in the wheelchair waited impatiently for her words.

"Well what do you know so far?" She asked.

"I already know about him being in a coma...just tell me the rest...and the truth; don't sugarcoat anything."

Dr. Palmer nodded. "Alright, its a long list, so please...bear with me. But I want to tell you first off, even though his injuries will sound bad, he is stable and responding to the medications," she paused a few moments before continuing. "From what I was told, Michael was hit by a car; the impact shattered his left tibia as well as causing a transverse fracture in his right tibia. We managed to set his right leg, but his left will need surgery to put a rod in it since it was injured so severely. His skull suffered a depressed fracture which basically means the impact to his head caused the fractured parts of the skull to be depressed or extended into the brain cavity. Unfortunately, this caused some extensive bleeding in his brain. We performed surgery to fix it, but the brain swelled so we had to insert a drainage tube into his head to relieve the pressure. Until he wakes up, we won't know for sure if he suffered any brain damage. He also obtained a broken right arm, broken collarbone on the left side, broken pelvis which we performed surgery on. It was a very unstable fracture so we had to put in some plates and screws. If he does end up walking again, it will be with a slight limp-"

"Wait, hold on, what do you mean if he ends up walking again? Are you saying...he could...he could be paralyzed?" Harvey choked, his chest tightening.

"Unfortunately, yes. The spinal fracture he obtained was serious. It is possible he won't be able to walk. We set the fracture, but the tissue around the injury has swelled and until he wakes up, we won't know what the damage is.

He also has six broken ribs- two of which punctured his left lung, causing it to collapse. We were able to reinflate it, but due to his other grave injuries, he's unable to breathe on his own, therefore we have him hooked up to a ventilator. Other than that, there was some massive internal bleeding coming from his ruptured spleen, which we had to remove. Lots of contusions over eighty-five percent of his body along with lacerations, too. All in all, he's pretty critical so we will be keeping a watchful eye on him 24/7. With brain trauma comes other complications like seizures. We have him on meds for those as well as many other things, so he should be okay, but it's just a warning."

Harvey had felt all the color drain from his face as he listened to the doctor. And frankly, he was gonna be sick. "I'm gonna be...trashcan. Need a trashcan."

Donna quickly understood what was happening and grabbed the can, pushing it under Harvey's nose and the man puked for three straight minutes. Donna rubbed his back soothingly, but he didn't deserve her comfort. Not when he was supposed to be the one lying in the hospital in a fucking coma. Mike didn't deserve this; not one bit. He on the other hand was a cold bastard, basically calling the kid nothing. And those had been the last words he said to the kid. God, what the fuck was wrong with him? What would she say when he confessed to her what he had said; or that he was the one supposed to be hit, not Mike. When he was finished, he took in ragged breaths, closing his eyes and regaining his composure. Dr. Palmer looked at them with pity.

"Are you going to be alright?"

Harvey just shook his head. "We can sit with him, right?"

"Of course. Like I said, Mike needs all the support he can get. While you're sitting with him, I suggest you let him know you're there. Usually with coma patients, they can hear what's going on around them."

"Thank you," Donna said.

"And I'm assuming you want your discharge papers, Mr. Specter, but your doctor will have to check you out first."

"I'm not going back to my room. I'm not leaving him."

Dr. Palmer nodded in understanding. "Of course, no problem at all. I'll just tell him you're in here. If you need anything at all, I'm just a page away as well as the nurse's station being right there. Mike's a fighter; if he made it this far, I believe he'll pull through." With that, she left the three where they were and they knew it was time to go in.

"You sure, Harvey? When I saw him it was...it was pretty overwhelming."

"Can we just go?"

Donna bobbed her head silently and Jessica opened the door for them so Donna could push him inside. The minute he saw the small figure lying motionlessly in the bed, he swallowed thickly and kept the angry tears at bay.

"Jesus." When I find out who did this, they're gonna be dead. I don't care if I get charged for murder. He rubbed his mouth with a trembling hand. "Oh kid...this is all my fault."

~+SUITS+~

Harvey sat quietly besides Mike's bed, just watching him breathe...mechanically of course. He was alone in the room, the only small sound being the clicks and whirs of the ventilator and Mike's heart and brain monitor. So far there was no change in anything. But would there be? The kid was in a fucking coma and there was nothing he could do to change that. Except let the young man know he was gonna be there for him no matter what happened.

"God Mike, you really got yourself into some deep shit this time. You look horrible." Harvey's eyes scanned the unmoving body, taking it all in. A bandage was wrapped around his head, hiding his blonde hair except for a few tufts here and there, also leaving an open spot on the back of Mike's head for the drainage tube. It was sick; they had drilled a fricken hole into Mike's head! Dark blue casts encased each of Mike's legs and an arm, the more serious injuries being elevated with a hanging sling from the ceiling. His left arm was in a sling strapped to his chest, supporting his shoulder. A sheet was only brought up to his waist, so Harvey could see a litter of purple, black, and blue bruises on Mike's chest and torso, some going down below the sheet and a really big one on the side where the car hit. Bandages were wrapped around his midriff and lower where they took the spleen out and Harvey hoped there wouldn't be too big of a scar. The kid would already have enough to live with...physically and emotionally. And worst of all, Mike's face. The dark bruises and red, nearly infected cuts...and the long tube sticking out of his mouth. He couldn't forget that. The disgusting clear tube that slipped between Mike's pale, almost blue, lips and down to his weak, oxygen deprived lungs. The other end was attached to an intimidating machine which Harvey tried not to pay attention to. Closing his eyes, Harvey shook his head and grabbed Mike's uninjured hand in his.

"Mike...kid if you can hear me, I'm so sorry that this happened. I...I never should've said those things to you. Yeah, I was mad that you were leaving but...you're my little brother and I'm supposed to take care of you, watch your back, encourage you when you succeed. We're a team, kid and I didn't want to lose that." He took a deep breath, stroking Mike's knuckles with his thumb. The kid's skin was freezing cold and it nearly made Harvey shiver. "I want you to pull through this, Mike. No matter what lasting injuries you may have, I want the stubborn son of bitch Michael Ross to beat this. I want you to wake up so I can apologize for the asshole I was being." He took a deep breath and washed a hand down his face. "I wanna thank you for saving my life even though it was an idiotic move; you should never sacrifice yourself for me again, you hear? It's not your job...it's mine. And...I've never told anyone this before, but these past few years our brother -brother relationship has grown and I love you like one, kid. And if you tell anyone I said that, I'll smack you into next week," he chuckled. "But seriously kid, I don't want to lose you to this so you have to fight. No matter how tired you are. You are not allowed to give up on me." He squeezed Mike's hand tightly before sitting back in the chair. His head still hurt, but Mike was more important to him right now. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and he looked up, expecting it to be Donna, Jessica, or even Rachel if she had returned from her vacation with her dad. But it wasn't...it was a cop; more so, one of his friends he knew on the force.

"Jake...what are you..." Wait, it was a hit and run, he should know why the man was here."

"How are you feeling?" Officer Jake Perez said as he stepped into the dimly lit room."

Harvey shrugged. "Could be better."

"How's your boy?"

"Not good."

"I'm sorry to hear that man, and you know why I'm here...to catch the son of a bitch that did this to you guys. Are you up to give a statement?"

"Sure. If it'll help."

"Anything at all will. Plus the doctors already extracted evidence from his wounds. They got windshield glass, photos, car paint and I don't know if you saw it, but there was a nasty mark on Ross' hip behind all the bruises. Some sort of car logo imprinted itself in his skin."

Harvey frowned and rolled the chair to the other side of Mike's bed and gently moved the sheets, lifting a small part of the boxer's waistband to indeed see a large mark on the hip from when his body impacted the car. He squinted, his fingers lightly brushing over the bruise. It looked...familiar. "Hold on...Jake turn on the lights."

The man nodded and flicked the switch, brightening up the room so Harvey could get a better look at the print. His mind flashed back to the accident and even though he didn't have an eidetic memory like Mike, he recalled seeing the color and model of the car. He remembered because it was so ugly. An old red corolla with a gun logo on the front...and briefly, before he was pile-driven to the ground, he caught a glimpse of the guys face.

"Did you find the car?"

"Well, the techs are working on it right now but-"

"I think I know who it was. Some guy who Mike and I put out of business."

"Jesus, how many people have a grudge on you?" Jake chuckled.

Harvey smirked. "A lot I'm assuming. But hey, you're not doing your job if a few people don't want you dead."

"That's true. Do you have a name?"

"Matthew Hudson. He owned Hudson Liberty Bank and we sued him for money laundering."

"Of his own bank?"

"He had five of them across the tristate, he was in debt because of gambling or some shit. The CEO we represent found out and wanted us to bring him to court. We did, we won, he paid a massive fine and served two years in prison. His release date was...three days ago. Fuck. And I got a message from him, saying he was going to make me pay for causing him to lose everything and that I ruined his life, blah, blah, blah. I ignored it, forgetting that he was released and now...now look what happened. I should've listened...been more aware of his threat instead of playing it off like nothing."

"Don't worry, Harv," Jake said, patting Harvey's shoulder. "We'll catch this asshole and your boy will be better in no time."

Harvey nodded. "Thanks. Hey, keep me updated. I wanna talk to this guy when you get him."

"Sure thing." With that, Jake left and the lawyer let out a deep breath. "You hear that kid? We're gonna get the guy that did this."

The only response was the clicks of the vent and Mike's raspy breathing. Harvey leaned forward and fixed the blankets before resting his hand back on Mike's. "And then I'm gonna kick his ass to hell and then you're gonna wake up. You have to wake up, okay kid? Don't give up now."

Four Days Later

Harvey had been discharged, but he obviously wouldn't leave. The police had captured Matt Hudson who was trying to escape via train and now had him in custody for the past two days. Harvey felt better now that the man responsible for all this wasn't free, but he'd feel even more better if Mike would wake up. Sure, he was slowly recovering, the infections going away and bruises, unfortunately, fading into ugly green, yellow and purple patches, but even through recovery, Mike still looked like shit, his body seemingly getting smaller and skinnier, his skin almost a gray hue. Rachel had come in two days ago, crying when she saw her boyfriend's condition. She sat with him, whispering to him and stroking his face gently. His appearance broke her heart and she was terrified that he may never wake up again.

Harvey sighed as he stood over his unconscious associate. He actually didn't really know what to call the kid since technically he was but wasn't his associate. He was out of the hospital garb and now clad in jeans and a black sweatshirt.

"I'll be back, kid, okay?" He gripped Mike's hand. "They got the guy that did this so I'm just gonna go have a little chat with him. When I get back, I expect you to be awake."

No response.

The older man rested his hand on Mike's forehead before heading out the door. "Rachel will be here shortly. Just get better kid." Right now, he didn't care if Mike was leaving him for another place. Even if he still went after all this, he'd be okay with it. Maybe a little hurt, but Mike was right. Being at Pearson Specter wasn't safe, there had been too many close calls and he didn't want to see the pup behind bars in a federal prison. And he didn't want to be either. So unfortunately it was best for everyone at this moment. When he got to the police station, he found Jake and the man lead him down to interrogation.

"He won't talk or ask for a lawyer; we've given him food and water but he barely touched any of it. Something is off about him."

"The day I saw him in court, I always thought he was a bit strange," Harvey said as they stepped into the observation room. Harvey took a deep breath and looked through the one-sided glass. The guy's weasely appearance hadn't changed a bit in the last two years, in fact he looked even more devious than before. He had a large gash on his forehead and a couple scrapes on his face, nearly consistent with a car accident victim. Except it was no accident and Matt Hudson was no victim. "How long do I have?" Harvey growled.

"Off the record? Five minutes. Chief doesn't know I'm doing this so make it quick."

"Five minutes is all I need." He left the room and headed over to interrogation. The moment he opened the door, Matt looked up and instantly glared at him.

"That's right, it's me. Harvey Specter. The guy you tried to kill with that pathetic excuse for a car."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Matt snarled.

"What do you think? The second you decided to kill me a week ago, you made it my business. You made it personal."

"You look fine to me."

"Are you blind or dumb? You hit a different person...an innocent person; my associate and now you are going to be tried for attempted murder."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Maybe this will refresh your memory." Harvey slammed a folder down and removed the gruesome pictures the cops took for evidence. Harvey hadn't even looked at them and he cringed when he spread them across the table. Now he just wanted to finish this up so he could go back to the kid. "You did this."

Matt hesitated before glancing at the pictures that barely seemed to faze him. And then he looked up at Harvey with a smirk. "Did you suffer?"

The lawyer was taken aback. "What did you just say?"

"I said...did you suffer? The whole point was to make you suffer whether you were hit or not. You and your associate ruined my life and wanted to ruin yours." He sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Looks like I succeeded."

Harvey clenched his hands, his whole body shaking with rage.

"Too bad I didn't kill him," he laughed. "That would've really-"

Harvey couldn't hold himself back anymore. He lunged across the table, tackling Hudson to the floor and beating the shit out of him.

"Harvey! Harvey, stop it!" Yelled Jake as he pulled Harvey off of the man.

"That's abuse! Police brutality!" Hudson chuckled, wiping the blood off his split lip.

"Shut up," Jake sneered, pushing Harvey out of the room. "He's not a cop."

"Well, you still have it on tape."

Jake smiled. "Oops, I guess I forgot to turn it on. It's my word against yours, scumbag." And with that, he left a shocked Matt alone in the room once more.

"Are you crazy?! You tryin' to get me fired?" He waved his hands at Harvey.

"Sorry." He cradled his pulsing fist in his other hand.

"You're lucky I can just say he came in like this or you'd be in a shit ton of trouble."

"Yeah, well the only time I'll be seeing him again is when I'm frying his ass in court and throwing him in jail for the rest of his life."

"I don't doubt that," Jake chuckled. "Now go back to Mike. He needs to know he'll be getting justice."

Harvey nodded, shaking his friend's hand. "Thanks again."

"No problem, buddy. Hope the kid gets better."

"Me too, Jake. Me too."

When he got back to the hospital, his heart was racing in anxiety. Maybe Mike would be awake. Just maybe he'd be able to see the pup's blue eyes staring back at him. But when he stepped into the room, he saw that nothing had changed. Mike was still lying motionlessly in his bed, the ventilator helping him breathe. Rachel was sitting with him, rubbing his hand and resting her head next to his arm. Harvey sighed sadly and turned around, respecting her privacy. Why wouldn't the kid wake up? What if he didn't wake up. Oh god, he wouldn't be able to live with the guilt if that happened. Rubbing his forehead Harvey headed for the cafeteria, buying a cup of coffee and sitting at one of the booths. After taking a long sip, he closed his eyes and bowed his head. It was going to be a long day.

Rachel stared sadly at Mike, stroking his fringe and watching his chest bob up and down. She was with her parents up in the Hamptons when she got the call from Donna. She dropped everything and took the first train back, rushing frantically into the hospital and seeing this. Mike's condition was horrible and it scared her to death that he might not wake up. Pursing her lips, Rachel closed her eyes and brought Mike's hand to her heart.

"Mike, I know you can hear me...please...please just wake up. For me. I miss you; I miss your voice, your smile, your eyes. I need you to wake up so I know that you'll be okay." She wiped the tears from her eyes and brought Mike's fingers up to her mouth, kissing them gently. "Mike, please." She got up and carefully sat on the side of the bed. All of a sudden, the monitors went haywire, causing Rachel to jump up in fear. Mike suddenly began choking and his eyes twitching underneath the lids. His heart rate spiked...and so did his brain activity.

"Mike? Oh my God." She released the man's hand and ran out into the hallway. "Help! I need help in here, please!" In seconds, nurse's rushed into the room and not long after Dr. Palmer showed up too. Rachel was pushed out into the hallway and the door slammed in her face. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she covered her mouth with her hand. Whatever happened, she couldn't tell if it was good or bad...but it had scared her nonetheless.

"Rachel!" Harvey came running up to her, face pale. "I heard them page Mike's doctor to his room...what happened?"

"I don't...I don't know. One minute he was doing fine, the next, the machines went crazy and he started choking. Oh god, what if...what if he's-"

"He's fine," Dr. Palmer suddenly emerged from the room which was now quiet. Mike was soon being wheeled out of the room and they noticed that the ventilator tube had been taken out. "Mike is able to breathe on his own; he was fighting the vent, that's why he was choking."

"Then where are you taking him?" Harvey asked.

"We're just gonna go run a few tests and also see if the pressure went down in his brain as well as the area in his spine. If all goes well, he should wake up in the next day or two."

"W-Wake up?" Rachel asked incredulously. "You mean..."

"Yep," the doctor grinned. "This was the first step to him regaining consciousness. He's coming out of his coma. Now we will be back in about half an hour, so if you wanna wait here or go take a breather, go ahead. Mike's a fighter and he's lucky to have you all to be there for him." With a nod, she followed Mike's disappearing bed down the hall and around the corner.

Rachel laughed in relief before turning around and hugging Harvey in excitement. "He's gonna be okay," she cried.

Harvey felt a bit awkward at first since he wasn't really much of the hugging type, but the brunette had a right to. Mike was waking up, he was recovering and he couldn't be more happy. He returned the hug, feeling a huge weight being lifted off of his chest. Mike was gonna make it. It was all gonna be okay.

Rachel had gone home after Mike had been returned to the room and she was sure that he was okay. Harvey had promised her updates and would let her know when the man woke up. He listened to Mike's wheezing breaths but felt better knowing they were his own and not from the machine. The kid was still really pale, dark circles lining underneath his eyes, but like the doctor said, Mike was one step closer to getting out of his coma.

"I'm proud of you kid," Harvey said, finally being able to smooth back Mike's blonde hair since the bandage was removed. "I knew you could push through this. Now you just have to open your damn eyes and then we can get things back to normal. And you know I hate waiting but...take your time waking up. I want you to get better." And I want you to stay with me at the firm.

The next day, Harvey was coming back from getting a cup of coffee...his fifth one to be exact. He was up all night making sure the kid wouldn't give them anymore scares. Thankfully nothing had happened...actually, nothing had happened. Not even a twitch of the fingers or blink of eyelids. Yawning, the man turned into the room and almost dropped his coffee when he saw what he did. Mike was awake and sitting up in the bed and frowning in confusion .

"Mike!" He dropped the cup in the trash and rushed forward as the kid struggled to get up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy kiddo." Harvey tried to push him back down but Mike wasn't having any of it.

"Mike, calm the hell down; you're gonna hurt yourself!" And then the blonde said something he had been dreading all along.

"Who...who are you?" Mike looked up at his with fear in his big blue eyes and Harvey had to look back harder to see if he was joking. He wasn't.

Fuck.

~+SUITS+~

The moment he woke up, he felt strange. He couldn't move and his head was all fuzzy. He had no idea where he was and frankly, he was freaking out. And then when a strange yet familiar looking man tried to stop him from getting up, he was so confused. The guy with dark, worried brown eyes was shocked when Mike said he didn't know him...but he honestly didn't and that's what scared him.

"Just...hang on. I'll go get the doctor," the guy said before disappearing out the door. Mike watched fearfully before lying back down on the pillows. Doctor. Hospital. Painful Injuries. What the hell happened?

Harvey paced the hallway nervously once Dr. Palmer had arrived to check on Mike's condition. Sure the kid had woken up after a very long week, but it wasn't as great as he thought it would be. He hadn't known who he was and it nerved Harvey to think that Mike had memory loss...and how much he had forgotten? Weeks, months...years? Sighing shakily, he stopped pacing to look at his watch. How long did it fucking take? Harvey ran his fingers through his hair and bit the inside of his lip. Suddenly a nurse came up to him with a large yellow folder in her hand.

"Is Dr. Palmer in there?"

"Yeah, but-"

She already stepped into the room and shut the door before he could sneak in with her. More waiting and then the two finally emerged.

"Well, what happened? Why doesn't he remember me?"

"It's nothing too serious; as you know, the concussion and the bleeding in the brain caused swelling. He has temporary retrograde amnesia; I just got the CT scans back and there is still some enlargement in his prefrontal cortex where long-term memories are stored. Once it goes down completely, he should get his memory back."

"Should? Why not will?"

"Mr. Specter, you have to understand, Mike hit his head pretty hard, if it's not the swelling, it could be the concussion that knocked his brain around a little too much or the fact that he was without oxygen for nearly three minutes. It's a 50/50 shot here."

Harvey nodded, letting out a deep sigh. "Okay. Okay, thanks. Can I go back in?"

"He fell asleep after I finished talking with him, but I see no reason to keep you away. If you need anything again, you know how to reach me."

Harvey gave her a forced smile before heading back into the hospital room. Mike was indeed sleeping again...and he didn't wake up until the next morning.

When Mike opened his eyes for the second time in the past 24 hours, he was more confused than ever. Where was he? Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he blinked them open and glanced around the room. All the walls were a plain white and he heard something beeping next to his head which wasn't helping his sudden headache. His body felt almost restrained and he saw that his left arm was in a sling. Uncomfortable bed, beeping monitors, bleach white walls...it had to be a hospital.

"The hell?" Mike looked down at his legs to see that both of them were in casts...however he's had a broken leg before and usually he would be able to feel the weight and the tightness it had on his leg...he couldn't feel anything. He began to hyperventilate, having a feeling as to why he couldn't feel his lower body. Tears dripped down his face as pain became present in his entire body. He felt like he was hit by a fucking truck and he wanted to know why. He whimpered in pain, clutching his burning side with his uninjured hand. Was he all alone? Did no one know he was here? Maybe this was all a dream and he was actually dead. He cried some more, the pain becoming almost unbearable.

"Mike?! Oh my god!"

The pain was making his vision fade in and out and he couldn't see who was rushing into the room. All he felt was a warm, comforting hand on his face before the pain slowly started dissipating and he could breathe once more.

"That better?" The voice spoke softly.

He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut until the pain was completely gone. When he opened his eyes, a beautiful face swam into view. The woman had dark brunette hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her face was tan with cute freckles littering her nose. Her eyes, god her eyes were a shining hazel and Mike could swim in them forever. She was stunning.

"Mike? You okay?"

"Y-Yeah...thanks."

She smiled, cupping his face and squeezing his hand. "You had me so worried. How are you feeling?"

"Better now after whatever you just did."

The woman smirked. "I pressed the morphine button genius."

Mike chuckled. "Oh...hey, if you don't mind me asking...what's your name?"

She frowned. "You still don't remember?"

Mike rubbed his forehead. "No...sorry."

Rachel pursed her lips. "Well, my name is Rachel. We're...we work together."

"And?" He may have lost his memory but not his wit. He could sense she was holding something back.

Rachel nodded and continued. "And we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

Mike's brow rose. This chick seemed totally out of his league. How did he managed to score such a hot girl? "Really?"

Rachel bit her lip. "Let me know if this answers your question." She leaned forward and planted her lips on his.

Mike's eyes went wide, not expecting the woman to do that. But hey, if they were boyfriend and girlfriend...he closed his eyes and pressed into her mouth as they began kissing passionately. All of a sudden, his head pounded furiously, forcing him to slam his eyes shut, yet unable to pull away from Rachel. Images started flashing through his brain quickly; his parents dying, becoming a fake lawyer, Harvey, Jenny, Trevor, Louis, Rachel, Tess, Harvey firing him, having sex with Rachel in the file room...everything came rushing back at him at full force. He pulled away, gasping for air and looking around.

"Mike? Mike what's wrong?"

"R-Rachel?"

"Yes?"

"N-No...I remember...I remember you and...w-what happened to me?"

Rachel was speechless. Mike's memory had returned and she had no idea how to answer his question. "I don't think I'm the right one to tell you that."

"Why...why not?"

"I wasn't there when it happened. I'll be right back."

"Rachel wait-" but she was already out the door. What the hell was going on? He was so goddamn confused right now. All of a sudden, he heard quick footsteps and he looked up when he felt a presence at the door. He frowned for a minute before realization hit him.

"H-Harvey?"

"Mike," the older man breathed. He desperately wanted to go hug him, but that went against every fiber of his being...plus it would be embarrassing; probably for both him and Mike. No, he had to hold himself back, keep himself under control. But he was relieved that the kid's memory was returning.

"Harvey...what happened to me?"

Well not all of it.

~+SUITS+~

Before Harvey had the chance to go talk to Mike, he was pushed out of the room by the nurse who had to check his vitals. And he was antsy when the woman took her time, because he didn't want Mike to fall asleep again. When she finally came out, she mentioned something about getting Mike's doctor before disappearing down the hall. Harvey took this chance to go see his kid and slipped into the room.

"I see she gave you more of the good stuff," he smirked when he saw Mike's eyes only half open.

At the sound of his boss' voice, Mike blinked his eyes furiously to try and keep himself awake. That damn nurse had given him more drugs to help him sleep when he didn't even want to. What he wanted was to find out what the hell happened and how he managed to land himself in the hospital and have memory loss. He smirked weakly as he tried and failed to sit up. In the process, he disturbed his ribs and he let out a whimper of pain.

"Easy, Mike. Stop trying to move so fast," Harvey said, placing a gentle hand on the man's chest. "Here, why don't I make it easier." He pressed the button on the bed that slowly lifted the top half of it.

"Thanks," Mike sighed, eyes blinking tiredly.

Harvey sat down, sighing heavily. "How are you feeling, junior?"

"Eh...not too bad. Every time the drugs wears out, though I feel like I'm being stabbed a million times."

"Yeah, that must suck. So, I guess you want to know what happened, huh?"

Mike raised his eyebrows in a 'duh' gesture before clearing his throat and facing more towards Harvey.

The man sighed through his nose and leaned forward. The kid still looked like complete shit; his face was pale, his bruises were turning to ugly colors and his eyes seemed sunken. This still never should've happened. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Mike squeezed his eyes shut briefly as he tried to think back. "Umm, R-Rachel."

"What?"

"Rachel, she...she got accepted to Stanford and...she's gonna leave and t-then Jessica found out about the...and she's practically forcing her to leave."

Mike began hyperventilating and Harvey was beyond shocked. Mike had lost at least a month and he didn't know what to say about that. "Mike. Mike, calm down. It's okay. I've talked to her and Jessica; she's going to Columbia and she's still going to be working at Pearson Specter." He thought it was best not to tell the kid. It was best not to let him know that he had taken another job. This was his lucky break; Mike didn't know he was supposed to be leaving the firm and Harvey was going to keep it that way. Just as he opened his mouth, Dr. Palmer stepped into the room.

"Mr. Ross, welcome back," she smiled.

Mike took a deep breath and watched as Harvey stood up and went to the corner of the room. "Thanks."

"I'm assuming you're feeling a little better? You seem to be regaining your color and your vitals are normal; all in all, you're recovering pretty quickly. However-"

"However what?" He didn't want to be here anymore and Harvey still hadn't told him what happened.

"We got your x-rays back. When you were hit by the car, your spine was severely compressed and therefore...you could most likely be paralyzed from the waist down."

"P-Paralyzed? Oh god." He couldn't breathe...no, he couldn't walk. No, this couldn't be fucking happening.

"Mike, Michael, take it easy," Dr. Palmer said as Mike began to freak out. "It's gonna be okay."

"Okay? I never gonna walk again! How is that fucking okay?"

Harvey came over, trying to calm the kid down. "Mike-"

"I never said it would be forever."

"What?" Mike was confused. "But you said-"

"I know what I said. It's only temporary, Mike. You're gonna have to give your back a break, therefore you're gonna be in a wheelchair for a while. Which helps, because both your legs and pelvis is broken. They should all heal within 4-6 weeks, give or take and then you will be having a lot of physical therapy. In three months or so, I'm positive you'll be able to walk again."

Thank god. Harvey had been actually scared for a moment. Mike couldn't be paralyzed, that just wasn't fair. But it was only for a few months and even though it might get difficult, he believed Mike could get through this.

"R-Really?"

"Really. You're gonna be fine, Mike. You got off lucky."

Mike nodded, letting out a sigh of relief before settling back on the pillows and closing his eyes. Harvey squeezed Mike's shoulder comfortingly.

"I'll leave you guys alone; get some rest and we'll tackle this tomorrow."

"Thanks," Harvey said as he could see Mike already drifting off. He brought the sheets up to Mike's shoulders. "You're gonna be okay, kid. Just trust me."

Mike responded with a hum before rolling his head on the pillow and falling asleep once more. And now was the time to have a little visit with a man named Jonathan Sidwell. It was selfish, but an opportunity. A couple weeks before the whole "I wanna go legit," thing and that bastard Sidwell giving the kid a job offer. Not in his book. Never in his book.

"Who are you here to see?" The receptionist said as Ray dropped him off in front of SIG and he stepped inside.

"Jonathan Sidwell."

"He's busy at the moment, but...hey! Sir, you can't go back there!"

"The hell I can't," he growled and knew that the girl was going to call security soon, therefore he had to make this quick. When he reached Jon's office, he saw that he was on the phone...but of course, Harvey didn't give a rat's ass. He barged through the glass doors, determination on his face.

"Hang on, I'll call you back." He put the phone on the receiver and leaned back in his chair. "Harvey! What can I do you for?"

"I want you to stay away from Mike."

"Well, that won't be a problem considering he hasn't called or shown his face around here. But it's still his choice if he wants to come work for me. His deadline is-"

"He got hit by a car a week ago you bastard."

"Shit. He okay?"

Harvey scoffed. "Like you care."

"And what about you, huh? Since when do you care about anyone but yourself, Harvey?"

The older man just ignored him. "Just don't bother us anymore. He's forgotten about everything you said and I'd like to keep it that way or else." I don't want him getting his memory of the job offer back.

"Fine. Then I'm firing you."

"Fine. Good luck finding another me." With that, he turned on his heels and left the room haughtily. When he got back to the hospital, he stopped at the gift shop and smirked at a mini plush Robin toy. Ha, the kid will really appreciate this. He headed up to the cash register and handed the clerk his card.

"You got a son?" She smiled warmly as she scanned the price tag.

He smiled back in return, adding a chuckle. "Yeah, you could say that."

"Need a bag?"

"Nah, it won't be in there long anyways. Thanks."

"You're welcome; have a great day."

He left the store and headed up to the room, but when he got there he saw that the room was empty. Frowning, he set the toy on the table he searched the entire room, but found that no one was there.

"Excuse me," he stopped a passing nurse. "Is Mike Ross having some sort of test taken or something?"

"Let me check." She went to the nurse's station and pulled out Mike's papers. "No, nothing here. I did help him into his wheelchair after he asked to go to the bathroom. When he finished, he insisted on staying in the chair. I told him to page me if he needed anything and I left. Why is everything okay?"

"No...he's not in the room."

"You sure?" She frowned, headed for the room.

"I'm the best closer in New York, of course I'm sure."

"Hang on, I'll call Dr. Palmer, maybe she did something." She called. Mike didn't have anywhere to be...so where was the kid? The nurse put out an alert on the intercom and soon, there were a bunch of people looking for the missing patient.

Donna is gonna kill me. Where the hell would that kid run- or wheel- off to? Harvey rubbed his chin and tried to think and all of a sudden, it hit him. The roof. He quickly walked to the emergency exit and ran up the stairs all the way to the top, bursting out onto the roof of the building. And there he was. How the kid got up there was beyond him, but he was there, just sitting in the wheelchair and staring out into space. Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked over.

"Hey...what are you doing up here?"

Mike flinched and quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, sniffing. "Ha-Harvey. What...how did you find me?"

"Your mind is easy to read," Harvey smirked, shoving his hands in his pocket and looking down at Mike who kept his eyes straight.

"Then you should know why I'm up here."

"Mike, remember what the doctor said-"

"I know what the doctor said!" He shouted, angry tears welling in his eyes; and then he spoke much softer. "Doesn't make it any better."

Harvey sighed and put a hand on the man's good arm, squeezing it gently. " You're gonna get through this kid. You're gonna get better, kill physical therapy, and walk again. If I believe that, then you have to, too."

"I want to, Harvey I really do, but..."

"But nothing, Mike. The Mike I know never gives up. He's a stubborn son a bitch and doesn't go down without a fight and I'm proud of you. Hey," he went around to squat in front of Mike. "Look at me."

Mike brought his eyes up and looked into Harvey's brown ones. The older man pursed his lips; with watery blue eyes like Mike had, he really looked like a kicked puppy.

"I'm proud of you for making it this far. The doctor had said that,when you were in a coma, you probably weren't gonna make it. You were in shitty shape kid and I really thought you were gonna die. I have to admit that I was scared you were gonna die. You're like a little brother to me...a son maybe and when you died in my arms, something snapped. I don't want to go through that ever again. You will be able to walk again Mike, because if you don't I'll feel guilty as hell; you sacrificed yourself for me and I want you to be able to walk again. And if you can't do it for yourself, just do it for me, okay?"

Mike wiped his nose and nodded. "Okay."

"Okay." Harvey smirked and pat Mike's arm and stood up straight. "Oh and another thing, if you ever disappear like that again, I'll throw you under a bus."

Mike laughed feebly, ridding the tears from his eyes. "Wow, that makes me feel so much better." He yawned feeling exhausted from crying for twenty minutes straight.

"Come on," Harvey said as he took the wheelchairs handles and turned Mike around towards the door. "Lets get you into bed."

"That sounds vaguely dirty," Mike smirked. "I didn't know you swung that way, Harvey."

"Shut up. You know, I would hit you, but then you'll tell Donna and she'll kick my ass."

"I could tell Donna you did anyways and she'd take my word over yours."

"Wow, and you say I'm the asshole."

"That's because you are."

"Whatever."

When they got back to the hospital room, the nurses were glad to see that Mike was okay. Harvey rolled the chair as closest to the bed as possible before wrapping his arm around Mike's waist and helping him up onto the bed.

"Well, this is embarrassing," Mike gasped as ribs moved again.

"You're telling me," Harvey grunted. Once Mike was comfortable on bed, the nurse came in and re-hooked him up the the monitors and IV's.

"We're glad you're safe, Mr. Ross," the nurse smiled before leaving the room again.

Mike's eyes were growing heavy and he was about to fall asleep when he saw something sitting on the chair across from him.

"What's that?" He barely had the energy to lift up his arm and point.

Harvey looked over and smirked before going over to pick up the toy Robin and turning it over in his hands. "I, umm, I saw this in the gift shop and it reminded me of you." He tossed it to Mike and miraculously it landed right next to Mike's arm and he picked it up, inspecting it. He smiled weakly and closed his eyes. "Does this mean you care about me?" He said in a high pitched voice and waving around the toy, pretending that it was talking.

Harvey rolled his eyes. "Go to sleep, kid."

Mike sighed heavily and nodded. "Thanks Harvey."

"Your welcome. I'll be here when you wake up."

He got no response and he realized that his associate had passed out. He still looked like complete shit, but he was slowly recovering; mentally and physically and his mind was finally at ease, now that he knew the kid was going to be okay. Suddenly, his phone started ringing and he swore when Mike mumbled something in his sleep. And before he stepped out of the room, he noticed Mike's fingers curling around the toy like a kid. Boy, did he really look like a kid right now. Scoffing, he left the room and looked at the caller I.D.

"Donna," he answered.

"How is he doing?"

Harvey looked into the window to see Mike still sound asleep. "He's...okay...for now."

"What do you mean for now?"

"He went missing for twenty minutes; I found him on the roof, crying. He's really broken up about this whole paralysis thing."

"Well, did you talk to him?"

"Yeah. That's why I said he was fine for now. I couldn't get a read on him, but I think he might be lying. He's in shock and no doubt scared."

"We'll get him through this, Harvey. He won't be alone in this. When will he be discharged."

"No idea. I'm sure after he recovers, but he'll probably be back here once he gets the casts off and starts physical therapy."

"Poor kid. Call me if you need anything and I'll pass the word on to Rachel. She's staying with me for the night and she'll go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Okay."

"And Harvey...keep him safe."

"You know I always do."

~+SUITS+~

It had a been a difficult eight weeks; after three weeks, Mike was able to go back home, but he would be completely different. Some days he would be depressed that he couldn't walk and would stay in bed. Rachel and Donna would try to cheer him up, but it seemed that Harvey was the only one that could get through to him. And Harvey was there when he struggled through physical therapy. No one ever thought that the older lawyer would act so caring towards another person. And Mike couldn't help but rub it in the man's face.

"Not a word about this to anyone at the firm, got it?" Harvey grumbled, pushing the wheelchair into the elevator of Mike's building.

"Why not? After all, it's true. Soon everybody will be talking about how Harvey Specter has gone soft," Mike chuckled.

"I'll kill you."

Mike rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead. He was exhausted from his second to last day of physical therapy and he was really improving. "You wouldn't do a thing," he yawned, closing his eyes.

"Jesus, I'm glad I don't have to watch you tonight. Rachel's gonna have a handful with you tonight." Harvey pushed Mike out of the elevator and down the hall to the kid's apartment door. "Just think soon enough, you and Rachel will be able to have sex again, huh? Then again, it probably wasn't that good to begin with."

When he didn't get a snappy remark, Harvey looked down to see Mike snoring softly, his head resting on his shoulder. "Typical." He knocked on the door and Rachel opened it, thanking Harvey for bringing him back. They went into the room together and gently lifted a slumbering Mike into the bed. When he seemed comfortable, Harvey said goodbye and it was just the couple.

The brunette smiled, stroking Mike's hair and then toeing off her slippers and climbing into bed next to her boyfriend. While Mike was in the hospital, she would lie in bed at night, praying that he wouldn't die; praying that he wouldn't leave her alone in this apartment, in this world. She slept on his side, breathing in his scent from the pillow until she relaxed enough to fall asleep for a couple hours. Now he was here, alive and breathing. She snuggled in closer, resting her head on his bobbing chest, listening to him breathe.

She sighed sadly, swallowing the lump in her throat. She was terrified that she was gonna lose him. It had been really close. "I was really scared Mike," she whispered. She knew Mike may not hear her, but it wasn't really necessary for him to. "I really thought you were gonna die and...I love you, Mike. Don't ever do that to me again."

All of a sudden, Mike's head rolled towards hers, his face burying in her hair. He inhaled slowly and then exhaled with a small hum.

"Mike?"
"M'okay, Rachel. S'gonna be okay now." He unconsciously reached for her hand and squeezed it tight.

"I know Mike. Now that you're here, I know it'll be." She closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Two Weeks Later

Mike had insisted on going to his last physical therapy alone to today. He was improving and he was hoping that this would be the day he'd be walking out of the hospital instead of being wheeled out. Rachel dropped him off and promised to be back with everyone else when his session was over. In a few hours, Harvey was the first one to show up and it was safe to say he was a little nervous. Okay, he was a lot nervous, but he would never admit it. It would be the moment of truth; Mike would either walk out or would be wheeled out by a nurse and that would tell them everything. But he believed Mike could do this. He had been doing well so far, being able to go to the bathroom on his own and walk other short distances. So obviously he was gonna be able to walk today, right?

"He come out yet?" Donna said after she got out of the taxi with Rachel.

"You think I'd be standing here if he did?"

"Don't get smart with me Harvey Specter."

Harvey smirked and looked towards the door; they were all eager to see Mike after his last session, but anxious as well.

But when Mike came out, their hearts sank. Mike was still rolling around, a solemn expression on his face. Something had happened and now he was still stuck in that godforsaken mechanism. Mike rolled up to them and Rachel bent down, giving the man a hug.

"I'm sorry, Mike," Harvey said. "I know how much you wanted to be out of that thing today."

Mike frowned and then smiled. "Sorry? This is just hospital procedure?" He backed the chair up and in amazement, the trio watched as Mike slowly and carefully got up. He wobbled a bit, and Donna reached out to grab him, but he waved her away. In a few moments, Mike was standing on his own two feet, swaying a little, yet steady. When he looked up, he smiled. "See?"

Rachel laughed and hugged him tightly, nearly knocking him over, and kissing him on the lips.

"Gross," Harvey said in a mocking disgusted voice.

Donna smacked him and Rachel rolled her eyes as she pulled away. Donna went up to hug him and kissed him on the cheek. "We're so happy for you, Mike."

"Thanks, Donna."

And then Harvey. The man smirked and went up to Mike. He put out his hand for a shake.

"Oh for god sake, Harvey, just hug the pup."

Sighing, he decided to listen to the woman before he got killed. He took Mike's hand and pulled him into a brotherly hug.

"Thanks...for everything," Mike said.

"No problem kid." He squeezed a bit tighter before pulling away. "But if you ever doing something that stupid, I will kick your ass. My life is not worth yours. If you would've died...honestly Mike, I don't know how I would've been able to live with myself if you died because of me."

Mike nodded, smiling sadly. "Okay, but in my defense, how would I be able to live with myself if I had done nothing?"

"Ugh, you guys are made for each other," Donna said with a smile.

"Are not," they said in unison.

The girls just shook their heads. After a couple seconds of silence, Mike turned and looked at the wheelchair that he had grown accustomed to. "Guess I won't be needing this anymore." He folded it up and handed it to the nurse who had been waiting. Harvey gently clapped Mike on the back, turning him around towards the car.

"Come on. Let's all go get some celebratory drinks; my treat."

"Really? How about some steak to go along with that?"

"You're pushing it, kid."

"Come on, tell me you're not craving steak; I've been eating hospital food for a month. I think I deserve something actually edible."

Harvey rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Harvey," he whined as the man helped him into the town car.

"Yeah, Harvey, don't save all your money for a one night stand," Donna snickered, sitting in the front while the others got in back. "The puppy deserves a treat."

"Oh my god, you're in on it too? Jesus, I feel like I'm babysitting...but fine. I guess we can add steak to that."

"Yes," Mike grinned and Harvey grumbled. "You know you love me." He nudged the man with his uninjured shoulder.

Harvey just shook his head. "What did I do to deserve this torture?"

The whole way to the bar, Harvey and Mike bantered and the girls just gave each other looks. Their boys. When they approached the restaurant, Harvey helped Mike out by grabbing his arm. He frowned as they all started walking inside.

"Wow, you finally got some muscles on those skinny arms," he smirked.

"Yeah," Mike breathed a chuckle as Rachel came up wrapping her arm around Mike's. "Guess that wheelchair wasn't all bad."

Fin

Kind of a quick ending, but I hope you liked it! This was a long one and I tried to do as much research as I could, but if anything is wrong, I apologize. On another note, how many of you saw the last episode and then the preview for this weeks episode! So excited! How can I not write a fanfiction on that promo!? Stay tuned!

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