Here it is. The sequel to last chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Suits.

Age: 23 years old

The whole first year of law school was almost over. They (the first years) were going to start looking into their specific programs for the fall semester. Aiden looked around at the various papers on his desk. Law and Government, Law and Business, International and Comparative Law, Law, Science and Technology, Law and Social Change, Criminal Justice. The six programs that Harvard let students choose through. A year ago Aiden knew exactly which one he was going to study, hell, he knew that six years ago when he started in Fordham. Now...he wasn't so sure.

His eyes strayed to the Law and Business paper, the one of top, staring him in the face. That path led him to Pearson Specter- or whatever the hell it was now; Aiden didn't know. That was his destined path all along, he would get his Harvard JD and go to his father's firm and make him obscene amounts of money. But ever since the bombshell that was incurred last year; his father and his father's boyfriend's fraudulence, it made him rethink that dream. He could still go on that path; he would just simply choose to go to another firm. Who wouldn't hire him? He was the son of Harvey Specter, surely some of the older man's grace, wit, cunning, and charm would pass down to his child. Aiden didn't like to brag (yes he totally did) but he was a sharp kid with a lot of potential. He was a catch for any firm to have.

But...his eyes traveled to a downturned frame that held a photograph of him and his father. He had left it there to serve as a reminder of why he was here. He couldn't look at the smiling faces but he remembered them clear as day in his mind. Could he betray him like that? Could Aiden just stab his father in the back by going to another firm? The cynical voice that liked to hide in the back of his mind came forward, reminding Aiden that his father had lied to the whole Law Association for years about his associate-turned-partner (no pun intended).

Aiden sighed and looped around in his desk chair, away from the papers and he glanced to the corner where his saxophone lay. Aiden stood and walked over to the instrument, picking it up and feeling the heavy brass beneath his fingers. Aiden sighed again and remembered when his father had bought him the instrument. He was twelve and had signed up for his school's band. Harvey had been intrigued, Aiden recalled, when Aiden (all limbs and no sense of space) knocked into the office and told his father that he wanted to play the saxophone. Aiden chuckled and shook his head pulling the mouthpiece to his lips and blowing gently into the tubes. Harvey hadn't argued, didn't try to stop Aiden's rambling and simply told Donna to clear his schedule because he and Aiden were going shopping for a saxophone that minute. It took most of the day for Aiden to become comfortable with the instrument of choice but once he did, he looked every bit like his grandfather, his father had said. There was even a picture to prove it; the very same picture that Aiden had hung on his wall and looked at every day. That was his role model now. His grandfather hadn't done anything to cause Aiden grief, hadn't lied to him, hadn't hurt him. Aiden played a short song effortlessly and flawlessly, showing his proficiency with every note. He still loved to play, even if he didn't as much anymore. It was cathartic and helped to clear his mind when it was running on distracted. This was the main reason why he was doing it now.
The decision he needed to make was an important one for his future but he couldn't decide. A few more lilting melodies later and Aiden's mind still wasn't as clear as he wanted it and he was getting bored. He placed his saxophone gingerly in its stand and fell onto his bed.

He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. Aiden's real problem wasn't the decision of what program to study, it was much deeper than that, much more personal. His real problem was the rift between him and his father. The first couple of days after Aiden stormed (quietly) out of the condo he called home for twenty-one years he was bombarded with texts and voice messages from various people; Mike, apologizing profusely and mournfully expressing his feelings over what happened, Donna, who scolded him for the most part but he knew that she was more worried that he wasn't keeping in touch with anyone and Harvey who had varying degrees of responses for the young man. Aiden listened to each one (if only to get rid of the annoying icon on his notification bar). If Aiden had to compare the messages to something, it was kind of like the messages that Chad's leaves Jimmy in Blades of Glory. They started off as completely insulting; a slurring mess of words calling Aiden an ungrateful brat, a snob, that he hurt Mike with his petulant actions (it was at this point Aiden had the inane thought that his father was reading this off a paper because of the elevated language he was using). Aiden is man enough to admit that he cried from his father's hurtful language. Months passed and Aiden continued to ignore the messages and they died away from everyone but Harvey. The messages started to become less angry and more pleading. One message almost made him break down; Aiden came home intoxicated and plugged his phone into the charger and saw he missed a call from his dad. He stumbled onto his bed and listened to the message. Harvey simply said that he called just to listen to Aiden's voice. If Aiden hadn't passed out, he would have called Harvey back. The messages then started getting depressing. Harvey started to just ramble on about his day, little things about cases and then would drop that he missed Aiden and that he loved him. It was getting harder and harder to be mad at his father when he sounded so pathetic on the phone. He didn't even know why he was keeping up the pretense anymore. Mainly because it was in his nature to; he was stubborn, was still hurt and that was his driving force to keep his anger up against his father.

But now even his father wasn't angry anymore, just mournful and heartbroken. Aiden could pick that up from the sound of his voice. Aiden sighed; it seemed he was doing that a lot lately. He flipped over onto his stomach and pulled his cell phone to him, looking at the display. He debated calling his dad, as he did most days now. He had always gone to Harvey for any big decisions in his life, and this was another one. But Aiden still felt the nagging hurt underneath his veins, pushing into the nerves of his body and spreading throughout his muscles. He was tensing up and he threw the phone across the room, letting it land in the soft pile of clothes on the floor.

Aiden stood up and moved to the door. He needed a drink.

The bar was packed with Harvard students from wall to wall, some older, some his age. All were sitting around the bar, casually drinking since tomorrow was a school day. It was just a time to unwind and that was just what Aiden needed. He gently pressed his way in between some of the others and ordered himself a Macallan shot and gave the bartender the money before walking over to a group of three men (a redhead, a brunette and a black-haired) in the furthest corner of the bar.

"Any further away and they'll have to charge extra just to send your drinks out here." Aiden commented to the group before sitting down at an empty seat. The brunette chuckled and punched his shoulder playfully.

"We were wondering when you were coming out Specter. Billy heard your sax going and we thought you didn't want company." He commented, gesturing to the black haired man as Aiden took a sip of the whiskey. Aiden pulled a face and then sighed in content.

"Well, I thank you for your trepidation but really, it's not the end of the world if you bother me when I'm playing." Aiden retorted. Billy snorted

"You say that now, but you know you get bitchy when we do don't lie." He said pointing a firm finger at the blonde. Aiden rolled his eyes but didn't make a motion to argue.

The redhead banged a hand on the table loudly before saying, "Hell, Billy, at least Aiden can play an instrument. You and George here can't even sing if your life depended on it."

"Oh, shut up Thomas. This is coming from the man who decided that he would 'play' the piano for Sandra Brady to impress her, and made a fool of himself in the process. At least we can hold a note." George (the brunette) said mockingly. Thomas turned his nose up in the air and took a gulp of his beer. Aiden chuckled.

"Now now, guys, it doesn't matter because in the end...I'm still more talented than all three of you put together." Aiden laughed loudly at the end, losing his straight, serious face for the first time that evening. The others laughed with him and indulged in a little glass-tinkling toast before taking a swig of their drinks. Aiden put the glass down on the table with another contented sigh.

"So Specter, ready for tomorrow?" Billy asked leaning back in his chair. Aiden cocked an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Ready for what?"

"Branson's test. He moved it up because of the conflict it was having with the...uh...that thing going on during the common hour next week." Billy explained. Aiden turned to the other men at the table.

"There's a test tomorrow?" Aiden asked them, his voice devoid of any emotion because he didn't want anyone thinking he was worried. George nodded.

"Yeah Aiden, you didn't remember?" He asked concerned. Aiden shook his head slowly then looked at Thomas.

"No I...Thomas, you're not pulling my leg."

"I wouldn't do that to you about this. You're a neurotic freak enough as it is, this would be just overkill." Thomas assured the blonde. Aiden closed his eyes and rubbed at them with his finger tips.

"Damn it." Aiden cursed and stood up. "I've got to go. I have to read over my notes and study. See you guys later." Aiden said and jetted out of the bar.

An hour later, with no progress made, Aiden was starting to panic. It wasn't like he was doing terrible in this class; quite the opposite, but the professor thought Aiden was a smart-mouthed little know-it-all (and maybe it was true) and wanted to catch Aiden with his pants down (not literally, thank God) and make a fool out of him. It wasn't Aiden's fault, he just caught a mistake the older man had made and pointed it out.

Loudly

In front of the whole lecture hall.

With the cockiest smile and haughtiest tone of voice.

...

Shit he was screwed.

Aiden sighed and flipped the page to read over some other notes he had on the subject but nothing was connecting in his brain. It was hopeless, he'd never remember any of this crap. Aiden pressed his fingers into his cheekbones, trying to relieve the pain in his head by inflicting pain onto his body. The words were swimming around in his eyes as they painfully tried to make sense of the content.

Aiden threw his pen across the room and it made a sickening noise as it hit something hard by his clothes. He cocked his head over to the pile and stood up, walking over to the pile. He bent down and picked up his phone seeing he had a voicemail. He swiped his finger across the screen and put the phone up to his ear.

Phone call from phone number 646-342-3167

Received at 7:36 p.m.

Aiden rolled his eyes. It was his dad. He didn't need to deal with this right now. He waited to listen to whatever bullshit the man was going to spout tonight.

Hey Aiden. Just calling to check up on you. I...uh...was wondering if you were gonna come home for the summer. Everyone really misses you here. I mean...they know that you're really busy at school and at work. They're so proud of you.

There was a pause and Aiden heard his father taking a breath as he contemplated his next words.

I'm proud of you too kid. And I miss you like crazy. And I don't want us to be like this anymore. ...You know what I found? The contract we signed. Remember? I was going to love you forever and you were going to love me forever. I still you so much and...I can't stand you not talking but...I have to accept it. This is my fault. I shouldn't have lied to you about Mike. About him and me and that he is what he is. I deserve this...You know...it's funny. I spent my whole life vowing that if I ever had a child that I would never let our relationship get to be the way my mother and mine was. But that's exactly what happened. Ironic huh? Well, I'll let you go now. Maybe one day I'll get a response. I love you.. Aiden-bug.

Aiden whimpered as the automated voicemail asked if he wanted to delete the message. He chose to listen to it again.

And again.

And again.

He listened to it so many times his phone was about to die but he didn't care. He was crying so hard that the tears were soaking his neck, making the skin damp and slick. He wiped at his cheeks but it did nothing to alleviate the water there. He shakily passed his fingers over his contacts and pressed the slot he was looking for. His hands trembled as he lifted the phone to his ear and waited for the person on the other side to pick up.

They did.

After the initial greeting, which sounded slurred from being woken from sleep rather than alcohol, Aiden had to take a steadying breath before talking.

"Dad...I need you..."

Aiden paced back and forth in the living room of his apartment, stealing glances at the clock every third pass. Logically he knew his father wouldn't get there for a while, four hours minimum, but the childish part of his mind, the part that still thought his dad could fly, was hoping he'd knock on the door right now.

His thoughts were halted by a knock on his door. He looked at the door and walked over to it. He took a breath in and opened it. Harvey stood on the other side. He was slightly disheveled-looking; his hair was sticking up at different angles, as if he was running his hands through it throughout the entire drive to Boston. He was wearing a pair of blue-plaid sleep pants and a white undershirt with a jacket thrown over it. He looked the same as he did a year ago when Aiden left, give or take a few wrinkles in his forehead. He was stone-faced as his eyes silently assessed Aiden. Harvey's eyes stopped on Aiden's red-rimmed eyes. Aiden shuddered and rushed forward to embrace his father tightly, wedging his face into the juncture where his neck and shoulder met. The tears escaped faster when he felt Harvey wrap his arms around Aiden and pressed him into his chest. Aiden took a sobbing breath and let himself be enveloped in the sharp scent of his father's cologne and the warmth of his body for the first time in a long time. It was as if the tenseness fell away with the hug and Aiden felt safe in his father's arms. Harvey rocked them from side to side, rubbing circles on Aiden's back and making shushing noises in Aiden's ear as the young man cried.

"It's okay. I got you." Harvey soothed.

Aiden's tears subsided and the pair made their way to the couch, still tightly locked in their embrace. Aiden sniffled and pulled away from his dad while wiping at his snot and tears. They sat in silence, unsure of where to go from here.

"I'm sorry." They blurted together. There was a beat between them and then they started to laugh. They laughed and laughed like one of them told the funniest joke. Harvey was the first one to break trying chuckle-fest.

"It's been awhile kid." He said to his son. Aiden looked guiltily at the floor. "I meant it. In the message. I'm so sorry about what happened last year. I thought it was the best time to tell you. I didn't think it through and..." Harvey trailed off and rubbed at his thigh absently. Aiden looked up and sniffed a breath through his nose.

"Dad...I'm sorry I acted the way I did. I'm an adult but I didn't act like one. I...missed you too dad..." Aiden apologized. Harvey smiled warmly at the young man and grasped the other's hand tightly.

"Accepted. And whatever we need to do to get our relationship back to where it was, we'll do it," Harvey promised. Aiden nodded again and smiled small at his father. Harvey let out a small gasp and Aiden looked over in alarm.

"You okay dad?" Aiden asked worriedly. Harvey shook his head.

"I'm fine Aiden. Its just...I missed that smile so much." He admitted and Aiden's smile grew. "So down to business. What did you call me to this godforsaken city for?"

Aiden told his dad about everything; his problems picking a program to go into, the test, his professor, everything and anything, just like he always had. Harvey listened with an attentive ear and threw in his opinions when necessary. Aiden admitted that his dad was always able to help Aiden retain information better and this time was no exception. After Aiden finished talking, Harvey helped him study for his exam and Aiden thought it helped a lot. The information seemed to come quicker and it made more sense.

A few hours later Aiden felt like his head was going to burst but he was more confident than he was before his dad came. Harvey stood up and stretched his sore muscles and Aiden followed.

"You going back to the city?" He asked as they made their way to the door.

"I still have work this morning. I can make it back and in bed. Mike should still be asleep." Harvey commented off-handedly. Aiden stiffened at the first mention of his father's partner.

Harvey turned around and looked over at his son. "Aiden?"

"Dad...I didn't mean what I said about Mike." Aiden let out a sad sigh.

"He didn't read the note."

"But..."

"You were mad. He understands that. He's never blamed you. But, he would like a phone call." Harvey said. It wasn't a suggestion per se but it was hinted as one. Aiden nodded.

"I'll do that in the morning dad." Aiden promised.

"And Donna. She wants to yell at you for ignoring her for so long to cover for the fact that she was worried sick about you in Boston."

Aiden chuckled weakly. He knew how his Aunt Donna could get when she was being overprotective. He nodded but it was less firm this time. "Okay dad. Have a safe trip." Aiden said.

Harvey smiled back at his son before stopping short in the hall. "Oh, I have something for you. I don't really need it anymore." He stooped down and picked something out of the bag he was carrying. He pulled it up to Aiden's vision and the young man laughed.

"Alex? You still have this thing?" Aiden asked, taking the worn monkey gingerly in his hands.

"Your...Mike didn't want to throw it out." Harvey explained. Aiden smiled down at the toy and gently squeezed it to his chest.

"Thanks dad." Aiden said softly. Harvey gave his son a short hug goodbye and left down the hall. Aiden turned back into the apartment and closed the door.

Harvey was right. He was back before Mike was going to wake up. Though to be fair, it took a lot more than Harvey leaving to wake Mike up. Harvey slid back into the bed and sidled up to the blonde man. Mike turned slightly and opened his eyes upon feeling the dip in the bed.

"'Arvey?" Mike questioned.

"Nope some other man is coming into your bed to steal your innocence." Harvey drawled quietly. Mike scoffed and opened his eyes.

"Innocence? Me?" Mike inquired propping himself onto an elbow. Harvey smiled at his lover and slipped his hand under the other's back.

"It's the eyes." Harvey supposed and pushed Mike's head onto his chest.

"They are deceiving. Its how I got you to love me in the first place." Mike agreed and giggled when Harvey pressed a finger into his side.

"Where were you though?"

"Boston."

"Bos...you went to see Aiden?"

"No, I wanted to see Fenway Park. Of course I went to see Aiden." Harvey said. Mike's eyes widened.

"What happened?"

"Nothing serious. He was ready to talk and we did. You should be getting a call in the morning."

"I hope you weren't too hard on him." Mike said. Harvey kissed his head and then settled against the pillows.

"There's enough time for me to give him crap for this. Let's just get back to the way things were before." Harvey commented, closing his eyes. Mike smiled down at the man, kissed his cheek and settled against his chest falling asleep soon after.

Things were on their way back to normalcy.

I hope that you liked this chapter and I'll see you next week.

KatrinaKaiba