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Disclaimer: Not mine... Just playing with them for a minute ... I swear I will give them back!

He expected to wake up to the beeping of machines. He expected to be in amazing pain. He expected to be freezing with only a thin hospital gown protecting his dignity. What Harvey Reginald Specter never expected was waking up in a dream.

As he woke, and his surroundings became apparent, he was very confused. His eyes opened to the morning light and he took in the surroundings of his studio apartment bedroom. The bed was completely disheveled from, what he would assume was, amazing sex. The blankets caressing his naked form gave him that indication.

Maybe it was a horrible nightmare. The feeling of a bullet ripping through his stomach and lodging itself in his spleen. This could just be his fears manifesting themselves after seeing her on the stand again. He must have made it home and called Paula. Scotch had to be the culprit of such dreams. Dreams of her grabbing what she wanted by the balls and making him hers. Dreams of them crossing a line that he had desperately wanted to cross for years. Filling the void that Paula was only putting a band-aid on.

It was not something that he was proud of. He knew they had rules and that is why he was trying to move on like she was. Move on from the will they won't they questions everyone around the office always had. He was trying to fill the gap with something he knew wasn't right.

He did love Paula. She was as close as he could get to what he really wanted. Being his therapist gave that advantage of it being her job to know him. She spent months figuring out what made him tick and why he was the person that he was. It was like drinking decaf coffee every morning. Paula was good at what she did, but it would never be up to the standard that he was used to. That's why he was letting them get closer and closer. He would be lying if he said that he thought it would truly end up at an alter or anywhere else. Paula was well aware of the relationship he had with Donna and while she might have said that she wasn't threatened, Harvey knew that there would be a day when he would have to choose between the two. There was no question what his answer would be.

He took a deep breath and passed it off to horrible dreams. That was where it was going to stay. At least until her voice came through the apartment.

"Harvey are you up yet? We are going to be late!"

His blood ran cold. It wasn't like he hadn't dreamt of her being the one there making his morning coffee, but she shouldn't be. He just gave her key to another woman so it's not like she could let herself in. The only explanation was that she had spent the night. And as much as he would like that, it was the wrong timing. He would be cheating, and it would go against every principal that he had.

Quickly he slipped into some pants that had been discarded the night before. He started to walk out into the living room when he first caught sight of her. That vivacious red hair that he loved cascading down her shoulders. Her shoulders that he could remember sliding her dress off so many years ago. His eyes traveled down to the rest of her body. There was something different though that caught his eye immediately. Tight fitting dresses were apparently no longer her style.

At least they couldn't be with a bump like that.

To say that he was speechless was an understatement.

All at once memories that he was almost sure weren't his came crashing into his mind. He chased after her that night. Furious because of what she had made him, but bursting with a forbidden love that he wanted so badly. She had made it to her apartment before he came pounding to her door.

They fought and ended up in bed together. Months passed between the two before they spoke again. His relationship with Paula ended immediately. Harvey would not be a cheater and after the kiss he knew what he wanted. Knew what he needed.

Finally, they worked it out. They were together and had everything. The jobs that made them happy and the relationship that made their lives complete.

Five months ago she turned their perfect world upside down in the most perfect way.

"Harvey are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost." She came in close and he closed the distance between them. Their lips crashed together. He desperately wanted to feel her body alive underneath his. The nightmares were being chased away as they shared their hearts. The result was a breathless Donna. "Not that I am complaining, but we really have to leave if we want to make the doctor's appointment on time."

He gave her his half smirk. It must have been a night mare. There was not anyone out there that wanted to shoot him. They had finally taken the plunge and were right where they belonged. The night was fading fast and his mind was realigning itself to what he knew was true. They were together. They were in love. They were perfect.

Donna couldn't breathe. She had broken more traffic laws in the past twenty minutes to get to the hospital then there were in the book. The entire time she could only think of how she was going to be too late. That he would be gone before they could be together. When she finally did get up to the desk she almost couldn't speak.

"I... I need to see… um..." Words were not forming in her mind and the poor receptionist behind the desk was already looking at her with sympathy. "Harvey Specter." She finally articulated the words and a tear came down her face. Her mind flashed for a moment to when she thought Louis was going to tell her that something happened to Harvey during Mike's trial. In the two milliseconds before he reassured her that Harvey was fine this entire scene played out in her head. At the time she was beyond relieved that is was not a scene she would have to star in.

The lady behind the desk typed a few things into the computer. "Are you family?" Without prompting the receptionist was nodding her head yes. It was not the first time that she had seen some one distraught and was trying to make it an easy time for Donna to get the answers she was seeking.

"Yes. He is my…" Without finishing the sentence, the lady held up a finger to signal her to wait a moment.

"Looks like he is in surgery at the moment. The waiting room is on floor seven."

So my goal is to update once a week. And I have a pesky fiance who is keeping me on that goal so hopefully it will happen! See you next week!

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