Chapter Six.

"So you two were best friends, then?"

"Yeah, we were pretty close. Go way back; hell, we slept together in college." Mikes' face reddened and he quickly set to remedy his words. "No, not, I mean, me and Trevor, we didn't sleep sleep together. We were roommates, during the winter there was this leak over my bed that never got fixed and I'd bunk with him on the other side of the room!"

Dante laughed whole-heartedly, then grinned, although he knew his friend couldn't see a single thing beneath those bandages. "Wow you're cute when you're flustered."

The blush of scarlet on Mikes cheeks got worse and he ducked his head. "You know, this is why Donna thinks we're dating." he deadpanned, shaking his head and sipping at his strawberry shake.

"S'that why she doesn't fancy me one bit?" Dante raised a brow, smirking all the while as he thought of the fiery redhead growling at him every time he showed up at Pearson Hardman to pick up her Boss' associate for lunch.

Mike made a show of being shocked. "Donna doesn't like you?" he feigned a gasp. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you're kind of an ass to Harvey all the time?" Mike snorted, pointing out the obvious. "Donna and Harvey are really close, ya' know. They do this thing in Harveys office with a can-opener and it's-" The blond shook his head. "Well, they're close." he surmised.

"I am naught an "arse" to Harvey Specter. I'm always on my best behaviour around him, in fact." the wealthy client smiled innocently.

"You can stop smiling now, even a blind man isn't buying it." Mike snickered.

Dante gaped. "Harvey's right; that is creepy. C'mon, let's get you back to the office before your lovely Boss man has me sued."

"Ha-ha. That is such a stereo-typical lawyer joke Dante, I thought you were above that." Mike rebutted playfully, as Dante put an arm around his shoulder, and led the shorter man back to Pearson Hardman.

"Oh hush you."

It had been two weeks since Mike had lost his sight. The police were still working several angles on the case to figure out who it had been that had poisoned him at the banquet with zero palpable leads as of yet. In the meantime, he'd been living with Harvey in his glorious condo and hanging out with Dante during lunch breaks.

Reina had invited Mike over to her home for the last two weekends and had been putting her time into teaching Mike how to cook-something that even as a man with vision he hadn't been able to do.

He thought of this as Ray dropped him off at Harveys condo. "Are you certain you do not want my help getting upstairs?" the worried driver asked for the millionth time.

Mike smiled. "I'm fine Ray, thanks." he shut the door and made his way carefully toward the doorway, where the doorman greeted him politely and opened the door of the building for him. He traced his fingers over all the buttons on the elevator before finding the right one after counting them each in his head, and pressed for the floor Harveys' condo resided in. Harvey was working late today, a meeting with a client at a winery, and wouldn't be back 'till probably eight or nine, Mike predicted.

Tonight, he decided, would be the night he finally tackled the culinary art of cooking a proper meal and showing off what he'd been taught at Reinas' so far. He'd memorized where everything in Harveys' kitchen was placed after a few days, wherein he's get out of bed and knock into the counter or stumble as the room went from lush thready carpet to cold, solid tile.

Two hours later Mike had burnt himself thrice, nearly sliced off a couple of fingers, and fallen over once. But, he hoped, the finished product would be worth all of his hard labor as soon as Harvey got home! He counted the steps to the counter and set down the food, reached for a pair of plates and placed an appropriate portion of food on each one, trying not to spill anything. Mike checked the time on his voice automated watch and realized it was nearly half past nine o' clock, and frowned deeply.

He decided against calling Harvey, in case he was still impressing the firms' newest client, and instead chose to sit at the table, dinner set, and wait for his arrival.

When the clock hit ten o' clock Mike clumsily wrapped Harveys plate in foil and carefully placed it in the refrigerator. Mike partook in eating his own meal, without much gusto nor any appetite, and washed the dishes when he was done.

He lay on the couch for two more hours after that, listening to the television, not really paying any attention to what show was playing or what was even going on.

For some reason, a feeling of deep disappointment had hit him like a bag of bricks very abruptly. He'd been looking forward to this all day. Mike shook his head, feeling like one of the women on Desperate Housewives.

Another hour flew him by and Mike realized it was past one in the morning. Giving into his initial reaction, Mike called Harveys cell. After several rings he got voice mail and sighed, not bothering to leave a message. After closing his cell and tossing it aside he sighed miserably. "Jesus Harvey, where the hell are you?" he wondered out loud, burying his face in a couch pillow.

Mike stirred from his sleep on the couch, wondering when he'd passed out and if Harvey had come back yet. He heard a faint knock come from the kitchen and sat up, looking around the room in vain. "Harvey?" he called out.

"Oh, I am sorry, I woke you." Mike blinked. He hadn't expected to have Ray answer him. "I drove Harvey back here and he was a bit intoxicated so I led him to his bed; he should be asleep now."

"What time is it?"

Ray didn't even bother checking his watch. He knew exactly what time it was. "Nearly four AM." he replied dutifully. It had been a while since the senior partner had called Ray up this late to come pick him up.

Mike gaped. "Where was he?"

"In the condo of a new conquest perhaps? The address was new." Ray replied pensively, but realized he'd said the wrong thing when Mikes' face fell.

A very soft "Oh." was all that Mike uttered upon on the matter, however. He apologized on Harveys behalf for the random late night disturbance, and bid him what was left of the 'good' night, and Ray sadly thought that he rather resembled a pained wife over the whole incident.

Mike slowly made his way across the room and walked into Harveys bedroom. Harvey was sprawled across the mattress, snoring away, suit still impeccably in place, Mike noted, as he tread his fingers lightly over his Boss' chest. He made work of stripping Harvey of his suit jacket and that damn matching vest he wore underneath it. He took off Harveys' expensive leather shoes and set them nicely on the floor beside the bed and slipped his belt from his pants before sliding them down the attorneys' legs, leaving him bare in his trousers and a wrinkled ivory dress shirt.

Mikes' other senses had improved quite noticeably since his loss of vision, but even a man with a lesser sense of smell could whiff the amount of alcohol Harvey had consumed that night. Not to mention the scent of sex that still lingered on his skin and on his clothing.

But those things didn't matter to Mike. Or at least, they shouldn't have."Could've called at the very least, you big jerk." Mike muttered as he tucked the older man in. "I make dinner and you don't even call to tell me you aren't coming home. I wait up all night for you and you come home drunk. I-" he paused. "You smell like sex and cheap perfume, Harvey, what the hell?"

"Mike..." Harvey mumbled drunkenly.

"I'm sure you were singing a different tune earlier tonight." Mike spouted, then retracted from the bed, when he realized what he'd just said. Why the hell did he care what his boss did in his free time? Yeah, they were temporary roommates, mentor and student, boss and employee, occasionally went out for a few beers now and then, but that was all they were.

Mike unwrapped his bandages in the bathroom and decided to call it a night-or morning really, considering it was now five AM.

Four hours later Mike felt something nudging roughly at his shoulder. "Mm." Mike groaned and blearily opened his eyes. "Wha'?" He realized it was Harveys socked foot on his shoulder, belatedly.

"It's nine the damn morning, that's "what'"!" Harvey mocked. "Why the hell didn't you wake me up? Hell, why didn't you wake up? We're late; if Ray hadn't called so persistently I doubt we would've made it into work today."

Mike gaped. "Why didn't I wake you up? Last time I checked that wasn't my responsibility. And the only reason I didn't wake up on time today is 'cause I waited up half the night for you to get home!" he argued.

Harvey snorted. "First, 'home'? No, this is my condo, you are just an unwanted guest in it due to extenuating circumstances at the moment. Second, don't act like a martyr now, because somewhere in that blond head of yours you thought I needed you to wait up for me like some caring 'wife'. News flash kid, I don't care."

Mike felt like someone had just punched a hole through his chest. 'Ouch' didn't seem to be an appropriate enough sentiment. All those times Harvey had said he didn't care had been in jest and Mike had never taken him seriously. This time though, it was hard not to believe the words that had come out of Harveys mouth.

Ray immediately noted the uncomfortable silence in the back seat on the limo and sighed. Mike was uncharacteristically stone-faced and Harvey was pretending as if nothing had happened, flipping through some files on his lap, nursing his hang over with a steamy Styrofoam cup of coffee. Mike was wearing his bandages under thick-rimmed, dark sunglasses, and if the two hadn't been at odds with each other, Harvey would have pointed out how striking Mikes' appearance was to one of the men in black.

"What's wrong, hon?" Reina asked the young associate, a little after he was set up at his desk next to hers.

"Harvey." Mike replied shortly, grinding his teeth. "He's so frustrating and so inconsiderate and such a big jerk and-" Mike sighed loudly. "He doesn't even want me in his condo; he said so this morning, he called me an 'unwanted guest' and he said he didn't care about me." If there was a crack in his voice at the end of the sentence Reina didn't say anything.

She simply hugged her friend and Odis offered his own brand of comfort by licking at the blonds' hand and whimpering a bit. "Oh honey, I'm sure he didn't mean it. Now tell me, what happened? What led to all of this?"

Mike told her the whole story, the dinner, the late night rendezvous, everything that had led to Harveys' insensitive words that morning and Reina listened with patience and comprehension, Odis' head laying against Mikes leg protectively the whole time.

By lunchtime, Dante had come by to pick Mike and Reina up to eat and was also told of the occurrences of last night.

"Move in with me." Dante said easily.

Mike gawked. "What? No. I mean, I'm already a huge inconvenience for Harvey, I don't need to be a burden on you, too."

"Mike, Love, sometimes I swear you forget I'm a billionaire..." Dante tilted his head, and Reina giggled as she listened on to the banter between her two pals. "I have several spare rooms. In fact, we could walk the halls of my home for days and days and days and never once come across one another." he exaggerated. "It'd be more than a pleasure to have you as a guest in my home, Michael."

"You should take Dante up on his offer. Some time apart from your boss might do you both some good. Give you boys time to calm down and resolve a few things once you've each had some space to yourselves." Reina advised, patting Mikes hand affectionately. Secretly, she hoped this sudden move might stir that pig-headed boss of Mikes' to make his own move. Donna was right; those two were pining for each other. Bad.

"You're doing what?"

"I'm getting out of your hair, I'm moving out." Mike replied with an unerving calm, as he rummaged through his things in an attempt to pack properly.

Harvey glared at his associate with little result, pulling out Mikes clothes from the luggage as the associate shoved them back in. "Why?"

Mike sputtered. "You said so yourself, you don't want me here, so I'm ending my unwelcome stay!"

"Stop being a drama queen you big girl!" Harvey huffed. "You're taking things out of proportion."

"Then apologize." Mike ceased his packing and stood there, in the middle of the living room, in that universal 'I'm waiting' stance.

Harvey hesitated for a moment. "I don't do apologies, Mike. And have fun going to...oh, what's that? You have nowhere else to stay, is that right?" he mocked. "Face it Mike, you're not going anywhere. All the friends you had are AWOL-if you can even count Trevor as a friend in the first place. Oh, unless you were planning to stay in your grandmothers' nursing home?" Harvey said confidently. "I'm sure you would get along splendidly there."

Mike simmered, continued to pack his things in an angry fashion, and zipped up his duffel bag. "I'll see you at work tomorrow you condescending prick." with those parting words, Mike slung his bag over his shoulder and quickly exited the condo.

Harvey rolled his eyes and looked at his watch. He gave the kid an hour, maybe two, tops, before he was back at his door with that stricken puppy dog look on his face. He walked over to the window and balked when he saw the long white limo outside of his condo. His mouth all but hung open when he saw none other than Dante Shailor get out of said limo.

"The hell?"

The driver, an older gentleman with a dashing black suit, got out as well, and greeted Mike warmly, as if he'd been acquainted with the young man before. Harvey glared daggers outside his window view. He'd almost completely forgotten that cocky billionaire had taken to wooing his associate with lunch 'dates' for nearly two weeks now.

The driver took Mikes duffel bag and Dante helped Mike into the car, said something that made Mike laugh, and Harvey knocked against the glass of his window. "Son of a bitch." he growled under his breathe.

"Hey Love, do you want a bucket of ice cream? Always cheers me up after a shit day." Dante offered, knocking shoulders with the younger man.

Mike sighed. "Awesome; now even ice cream reminds me of that huge jerk." he buried his head in his arms. "I'm sorry for being such crappy company."

"Nonsense. You're a wee heart-broken, Love, it's completely understandable."

"Heart-broken? No, no no." he shook his head. "Heart-broken would have to imply that I'm-"

Dante cut him off swiftly. "In love with Harvey Specter? Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying."

Mike rubbed his temple. "That's not funny, Dante."

"Wasn't meant to be, Michael. If you two would only just admit your undying love for each other things would be a lot less complicated and neither of you would be sulking tonight." the billionaire explained simply.

"I don't love Harvey. And he's made it clear he doesn't even care about me." Mike disclaimed.

"And now you're wondering 'Gee, why do I sound so disappointed about that? And why didn't I deny loving another man any more profusely?', yeah?" Dante guessed.

Mike shook his head, "You and Reina have been hanging out entirely too much. I don't love Harvey." he denied again, this time with more emphasis. "We are not a thing, nor will we ever be a thing. Why are we even talking about this? Harvey's like the straightest guy I've ever met, hands down."

Dante grinned a toothy grin. "Then you clearly haven't seen the way he looks at you, Love."

Mike rolled his eyes. "That's funny because I'm blind." he said dryly.

"Oh, you know what I meant!" Dante scoffed. "Look, Donna, Reina and I had a secret Three Musketeers Club meeting and discussed it; you're both irrevocably in love with each other, and that's final."

Mike sat in silence for a minute. "What? I'm sorry, I think I've gone deaf too. A secret what club? And I thought you and Donna were like, mortal enemies or something?"

"Uh, no, that would be me and Harvey." Dante corrected without missing a beat. "Donna and I, well, we're more like frienemies. And yes, there is a secret club and I've already broken rule number one: Never talk about The Three Musketeers Club. If I say anymore I'd have to kill you."

"Fight Club reference; always a winner." Mike commented with a slight smirk. "I'm going to sleep, all this talk of crazy conspiracies is wearing me out."

Dante led Mike to his the guest room, "Whatever you say. Just think about it, Love."

Mike did think about it.

In fact, he thought about it so long and hard that the sun had risen by the time he realized he hadn't slept a wink that entire night.

Dante had an early meeting that morning-being the CEO, it wasn't appropriate that he be late for a meeting he had called-and had left long before Mike had gotten out of bed.

Quinn, Dantes' dutiful driver and butler all wrapped into one, was there to greet him, however, and drive him to work.

Quinn also had a more refined English accent-Mike liked to think the Queen and Quinn spoke of politics over tea, so perfect was his English. "Michael, dear, you are looking quite melancholic this fine morning. Would you care to tell me what ever is the matter?"

Mike sighed deeply. "Dante put this ridiculous idea in my head last night and I haven't stopped thinking about it since..." the young associate rubbed at his forehead. "And I've had this headache since yesterday morning and it's only gotten worse today. You know, I'm starting to rethink this whole situation. I mean, why the heck am I mad anyway? It's not Harveys' fault I didn't tell him I was making dinner and he never showed up. It's not like it's any of my business what he does in his personal life. He wants to-"

As they came to a red light, Quinn wondered why the youth had stopped speaking, and turned around. "Michael, what is wrong?" the older gentleman asked, alarm as clear as day in his tone.

Mike was leaning forward, head in his hands, grinding his teeth. "My head." he managed to get out through his panting. "Feels like..." he gasped in pain. "It's going...to explode..."

Quinn had never made such an illegal u-turn in his entire life. Until today. He expertly maneuvered the limo onto the road that led them to the nearest hospital.

"Harvey Specter, who is this?" the attorney picked up the phone call from the anonymous number.

"Harvey, get your arse over to Saint Peters' Hospital. Somethin's the matter with your boy; I'm on my way there now."

"Dante?" Harvey was left speaking to a dial tone. "Mike..." he uttered, before pocketing his cell and telling Donna to cancel all of his plans for the day.

"What's wrong with Mike?" She called out knowingly, her face etched with concern, as the senior partner stalked off.

"I'm not sure yet!" he called back, before he was out of sight, taking the stairs, two at a time, heart pounding a mile a minute.

Quite frankly, this is un-fixable... Like, I'm not proud of this chapter at all :/ And here's why: I'm a senior in a high school so I've been like crazy busy with SATs, studying, applying for colleges, deciding where I want to go, what I want to do, what I want to study, where I'm headed in life in general, keeping up with my studies at school (soooo many essays and projects and assignments-do teachers not understand the stress I am under right now!). So whenever I had free time, I would write a piece of this chapter down (whether on paper, my arm, a desk, or in my head, you get the point), and this took place in the course of the time it's taken me to update ANYTHING on this site :/! It's ridiculous, I apologize right now for the looong waits in between chapters, I haven't given up on ANY of my stories, I'm just extremely busy at the moment! Um, so yeah, the point is, I ended up writing small parts over the course of several days and therefore none of it really sounds like it fits together, and I don't know, it was really hard to dish this chapter out due to the circumstances, but it's the general idea of where I wanted this chapter to go and I don't have the time or energy to even attempt re-writing this chapter. I promise, however, that the next chapter will definitely be review worthy! Again, sorry for the long wait! There are a couple of parts I think are pretty good in this chapter though, so yeah, I hope you enjoyed at least those. :O Thank you guys so much for putting up with me so far!