A/N: This is technically a re-upload from another fic I've posted but I realized it worked for this fic since it went through Mitchell's pov looking at Darvey. Hope you guy's enjoy! Reviews, as always, are welcome.

Mitchell felt a smile grace his lips as he heard his girlfriend's front door latch jiggle, signaling her return from her firm. Although she was almost 40 minutes late, and he was getting worried, he was glad to see he was simply overreacting. She had told him she was working late that night, till nine, and to go ahead and not wait up for her, but he decided to surprise her instead with a home cooked meal at her place. She had told him recently she was craving her mom's herb chicken and potatoes, and he decided to whip her up something close to that. He then went ahead and lit up some candles around her dining table as well. He knew he was earning huge brownie points tonight. She had been working so hard recently, because of a scandal her firm was a part of involving a fraud that she felt responsible for. And he just wanted to be there for her in any way he could.

He heard a chuckle utter from the doorway and Mitchell turned around to surprise her.

"Donna-" Mitchell's smile developed into a frown as he saw his girlfriend of four-close to five- months slumped onto a stranger's shoulder. A tall, broad man in a suit.

"Mitchell!" Donna half drawled, half squealed. She was heavily leaning onto the man with her arm draped around his shoulder. "What are you doing here?" She asked, as the strange man next to her froze up. His face immediately morphed from an amused grinning man, looking tentatively at his girlfriend and supporting her like she was special cargo, to a man with a set jaw, stiffened posture, and narrowed eyes that were seizing him up like he was the intruder.

"I-" Mitchell weirdly felt intimidated by the strange man's stare, like he better come up with a valid excuse as to why he was here, when it suddenly dawned on Mitchell he had every right to be here. After all, why else would Donna entrust him with a key to her place?

"I came here to surprise you with dinner. What is going on here?" Mitchell asked, confused at the turnaround of event plans. Until he finally caught the big picture, no longer distracted by the top half of his girlfriend traipsed on another man. He saw Donna's left foot encased in a bubble wrap makeship cast. "Oh my god, Donna are you alright?" He asked as he came closer towards Donna. He caught sight of the man's hand around Donna's waist, hesitantly unwrapping itself from her and gliding her, with his hand around her lower back, towards Mitchell.

"She had an accident. Some jackass pushed into her as she was leaving work and she toppled over the sidewalk." The stranger states with an air of authority, as if he was trying to reinstate his right to being here.

"It was the blahniks. Manolo." Donna reaffirmed in a serious tone as she slid into the embrace of Mitchell heavily. Donna slumped into his arms as he tried to gently usher her towards her couch.

"Uh, what?" Mitchell glanced confusedly at the strange man, unsure of both Donna's words, and his presence still lingering in the hallway.

The man coughed awkwardly. "Her shoes. Got stuck in a crack on the pavement."

"Oh." Mitchell still seemed wary of the intruder at first, but he clearly was not a random stranger who carried his girlfriend home. He glanced back at Donna, who was still in his embrace, waiting for her to formally introduce the two.

Donna simply swayed slightly as she looked back at the stranger. "Speaking of my heels, where are they?"

The stranger's eyes softened slightly as he replied back to her. "You broke one with your fall and told me to throw out the other, when we were waiting for your discharge papers, remember?"

Donna frowned slightly at that. "That doesn't really sound like me."

"Well, the drugs and your concussion may have been talking."

Donna let out a snort that Mitchell had never heard before, and his eyes widened slightly at her state. She looked slightly out of it and delirious, and he suddenly realized something.

"Were you there?"

"There were, baby?" Donna mumbled and Mitchell's eyebrows raised in surprise at the nickname she always despised.

Mitchell decided to turn his attention to the man, who the question was actually directed to. "I'm Mitchell. Donna's boyfriend."

"Harvey Specter, Donna's boss." Mitchell's eyebrows rose in recognition as he finally pieced together who the man was and why he was taking care of his girlfriend.

"Oh it's nice to finally meet you. Were you there when she fell?" Mitchell asked, assuming that's why her boss was involved.

Harvey seemed hesitant with his response, his eyes glancing back towards Donna who was now slouched on the couch unceremoniously. "Uhm, no I was actually her emergency contact."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

An awkward silence lingered between the two men as both wondered why exactly the redhead had her boss as her emergency contact.

Harvey cleared his throat as he nodded toward Donna's slumped state. "They said she needs to keep her leg elevated and to take one of these pills in a few hours with some food," he gestured to the small pharmacy bag in his hand as he passed it along.

"Right, Well we have plenty of food." Mitchell chuckled awkwardly.

"Yeah, well she's a little out of it from the drugs they gave her."

Harvey seemed hesitant to leave Donna in her drugged up state with him and Mitchell felt slightly offended by his hesitation. He was slightly aware that Donna and Harvey were friends of sorts over the years of her employment had she not mentioned him, her boyfriend of almost five months, in passing at least?

"Well, thanks for your help man. I really appreciate it." Mitchell stated, still unsure why her boss was lingering around.

"Yeah Superman, thanks for your help." Donna teased her eyes half closed half squinting sleepily at Harvey, who returned her remark with a knowing smirk. Harvey gazed back at Mitchell and felt slightly irked at the fact he was there, because for some reason, Harvey felt both like Mitchell was an intruder and that he himself was intruding. She hadn't mentioned the man before besides in passing and he was definitely not supposed to be here tonight, otherwise Donna would've warned him at least. Would Donna even want this man around her half unconscious form? Did she even really know the guy?

Mitchell glanced back at his girlfriend and then at her boss, hesitating slightly before offering him up an invite. "Did you… want to stay for some food and check up on her?"

Harvey recoiled slightly at the thought of having dinner with the man Donna was currently shacking up with, which Mitchell definitely noticed. "No, I'm good, thanks. I'll just see Donna in a few days when she's out of her cast and back at the office." Mitchell nodded in reply and held out his hand to shake Harvey's.

"Thanks for looking out for her." Harvey glanced at the stretched out arm, as if he was offended by it and what it stood for. Which was Mitchell figuratively taking back the title of caregiver when it came to his girlfriend. Because after all, it was her boyfriend who should hold the title, not her mysterious boss turned friend. Mitchell wondered for a second if Harvey might have more than friendly feelings for his girlfriend, but he quickly shook the thought out of his head because he knew Donna, and Donna and him definitely had something worthwhile.

Harvey glanced back at Donna's drugged out state from behind Mitchell's shoulder, and something must've occurred to the man, perhaps the redhead's wrath if Harvey didn't play nice, because he swallowed down his discomfort and finally shook Mitchell's hand. "Anytime."

As Harvey made his way out the door and closed it behind him, he heard Mitchell say "Alright sleepyhead, let's get you up and atem." and Harvey suddenly realized, one of these days, just like right now, he won't have the privilege of taking care of Donna. He'll be lucky if he's even an afterthought in her life as someone else gets to reap in the benefits of being her call of emergency contact.