this is nothing. just 2x07 darvey, after that scene. you know the one. how it could have turned out. this has no meaning and doesn't lead to anything. it's not even long enough to really be something. and the ending sucks. i just… i don't know. i had it in mind. anyway. enjoy.
also this is a gift for a really dear friend of mine. please have this nothing as a token of my gratitude for everything you've even done for me.
She ran. She just ran away, so he runs after her. He had never ran after anyone before, but it's her. He knows he can't let her go, not like that, not after that. So he just runs after her, as if he could make it up.
He knows he can't. He just has to try.
Because she's Donna. She's precious, like a jewel on a crown, and at the same time so damn strong. She's funny, she's smart, she doesn't let anyone tell her what she has to do. Including him. Especially him. That makes him crazy, but that's why he loves her. That, and a million other reasons, from the tiniest details to the biggest things. God, she even perjured herself for him. Not that he deserved it. He just… watched her go down, without doing or even saying anything. He should have helped her.
He's not gonna make the same mistake twice. He's gonna run after her, even if he has no idea what he's going to say.
"- Donna, please, wait," he calls her, but she ignores him. She doesn't even glance at him when she calls the elevator, but her head tilted upward tells him that she's trying to hold her tears.
"- Harvey, please, don't," she says when she's in the elevator and he's in front of her. Her voice breaks on the last word, and tears are definitely running down her cheeks now. He knows that these ones are not the fake kind, and that she's not hurt because of what Louis said or anything, but because of him. With his words, his actions, he deeply hurt her. That much, he was aware of.
That's why he doesn't listen to her and slips into the elevator anyway. It's just the two of them, in that enclosed space, and the second the doors are closed, the tension sparks, and not the good kind. Her anger. Her resentment. Every emotion she tries to hide, but who messes up her face when she holds her tears again. She looks… broken. Fragile. He's almost never seen her like that, without any kind of filter left to protect her.
And he's him. He's that charming, overconfident jackass she fell in love with. Between the four walls of the elevator, his presence is overwhelming. He has this aura that never leaves him, and he's taller than her, so when he's that close in front of her… she's just overwhelmed. Even more right now, because he doesn't have his usual smirk on, the one she always loves to see on his face. Instead, his face is ridden with worry, and his eyes intensely pry into hers. There's so many things in those brown, caring eyes that she's lost. She has no idea where she stands anymore.
She has this look on her face, like she's begging him, but he has no idea if she's begging him to kiss her or if she's begging him not to. He has no idea what she wants, what he should do, and he's almost sure that kissing her right now won't clear anything up. Quite the opposite, actually.
But she's in front of him, and she's Donna, and he hates to see her hurting like that.
She doesn't say anything when he leans on until their foreheads and noses touch, so close that he can feel her tears and her breath, and she totally surrenders to the feelings she never wanted to admit that she has.
His hands are on her hips, and slowly, his lips find hers.
It's soft and delicate, but it's not hesitant. It never is, with him. He always knows what he's doing, even when he doesn't. Then, he reaffirms his grip on her hips, pulling her against him. He pushes his lips harder against hers, and her small purse falls on the floor when she throws an arm around his neck and allows her other hand to pull his hair a little. She hates that he's so under her skin that all her defenses are useless against him.
As they do so, the kiss slowly starts to feel different. It's a thank you and I'm sorry, it's a thousand words he never said to her when he should have. It's the things she always knew he meant, but never voiced out. It's all his gratitude, his caring, everything he's ever felt for her, that he puts in that kiss. It's the three words he was never sure he felt until he lost her.
He loses himself in that kiss and so does she, letting all the walls down until there's just the two of us, and those long ignored feelings, never assumed, never worded, always overlooked. The feelings that are still here despite all the other emotions, despite the barriers they build to protect themselves, despite all the things they do and didn't do. This elevator ride seems to last endlessly, but that's not true.
Because when they hit the ground floor, she slips out of his arms and out of the elevator, and he just watch her leave, unable to figure out what any of this meant.