A/N: I'm incredibly sorry for making you wait this long for this chapter. All reviews are welcome and highly appreciated! Thank you for all the previous comments!

He is being crushed.

He is trapped in the walls of flame that surround him.

The flames block out everything else, and he can't even hear the voices of his parents anymore.

Where had they gone? Just minutes ago, they had all been in the car, merrily talking and laughing. But now, it seems as though all hell has broken loose.

Fear and apprehension rip a path through him, leaving a pit of despair and panic.

"Mom? Dad?"

Nothing. All he can hear is the whooshing tornado of fire.

"MOM! DAD!"

Nothing.

The inferno is all around, getting closer and closer and the panic is growing and growing, because 'tbehap-

Wait, what was that? His dad is calling him?

"Mike, Mike, you're okay…" The voice is muffled, so far away…

He struggles against the flames taking him away to his prison, but the despair is almost too overwhelming.

"Dad! Wait, don't leave! Dad!" He prays his dad will hear him and rescue him, but loneliness will be his only companion now…

The voice above is tinged with sadness.

"Mike, come on. You gotta wake up, kid."

Wake up…?

With a start, Mike jerked awake, instantly sitting up. He struggled to get his breathing back to normal, coughing and wheezing, but couldn't get enough air in his lungs. Suddenly, something was pressed against his lips. He instinctively breathed in, and sighed in relief as his breathing improved.

Confused and disoriented, he leaned against the headboard while taking in his surroundings.

Crap.

CRAP.

In front of him, eyes wide with anxiety, was none other than Harvey Specter.

"Hey, can you hear me Mike?" he asked, the inhaler in one hand.

"Yeah," Mike replied weakly. Then, the memory of the nightmare hit him. "Oh my God…" he whispered, starting to shake.

Harvey gently placed a hand on his trembling shoulder.

"It's okay, it was just a dream," he said, trying to soothe the young man.

"It was so real," whispered Mike. "They were right there…" Tears started sliding down his face as he tried to stop himself from sobbing.

At this point, Harvey's heart just about broke. Without quite knowing what he was doing, he eased Mike into his arms, cradling him while the floodgate of tears opened. Sobs racked Mike's thin frame while he clung to Harvey like he was a lifeline.

Harvey simply let Mike let it all out, occasionally rubbing his back and murmuring some nonsense words of comfort. They stayed like that for half an hour, maybe more. Mike was too tired and weak to feel embarrassed at the moment, and clutched at Harvey's shirt while he cried. Making sure the inhaler was close by, Harvey rocked back and forth slightly. He remembered seeing a mother rocking a kid on television once, so it must have been something people did as comfort.

Eventually, Mike's sobs quieted. He looked up at Harvey, eyes full of shame and humiliation.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry Harvey."

"It's okay," Harvey replied. "You wanna talk about it?"

Mike let out a choked sob. "N-no." But before he could stop himself, he started talking, reliving the tornado of fire aloud.

Harvey listened silently as Mike huddled into his chest. The poor kid really was alone, except for his grandmother who he probably rarely saw…not to mention his poor choice of friends.

"I got you, Mike. You're not alone, you've got me." Harvey realized he had said those words to himself, as Mike was already drifting back into sleep, exhausted from the nightmares.

As he slowly eased Mike back into bed, the kid suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"D-don't leave…" he mumbled, half conscious.

Harvey smiled slightly at how young Mike appeared.

"I'll be right here, kid."